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Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Author Spotlight: Jennifer Stevenson


NEW RELEASE
COED DEMON SLUTS

BETH
Beth was the first character who came to me when I was contemplating the question, "Why would any woman sign a contract with hell to become a succubus?" Beth's story is I think what fanfic calls my "reader crack." "Reader crack" is the kind of story that you, personally, can never pass up, no matter how it's written or how it comes out or anything. For some, it's M/M romance between alphas. For some, it's a teenage girl who battles baddies in a dystopian future.

My "reader crack" is the woman whose husband of 20+ years hands her divorce papers out of the blue, and her life is destroyed. It's a train wreck I can never look away from. What happens next? I gotta know.

So Beth gets her papers and her life is destroyed. And she can't seem to put it back together again--her kids won't take her in, she can't find a job, her settlement check bounces--she's homeless and ready to  jump in front of a bus. And then she gets the offer. Does she look ahead, jump into her strange new life? Or does she look back, trying to make sense of the train wreck? How does a "nice, normal" woman cope when one day she looks in the mirror and sees a coed demon slut?

I wanted to begin with Beth. "The first one's free." Bwa ha ha.



Blurb:
Beth is fifty, dumped by her husband for the babysitter, jobless, skill-less, homeless, cashless. She’s about to jump in front of a bus when she meets Delilah, recruiter for the Regional Office, and receives an offer she can’t refuse. Heartbroken, Beth decides to use the powers of this new body and the remains of her thrown-away life to track down her ex-husband and make him tell her why he dumped her.

But Beth can’t get information without help from her team, and she can’t accept their help until she learns something about what she has become—a coed demon slut—who she’s always really been, and who she wants to be from now on.


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JEE
Jee's story is the least standalone of my Coed Demon Sluts series. It's also a bit shorter. This story came out in a rush, like a series of punches over the heart. I had a heck of a time adding any filler to it--you know, the down time between intense scenes, the breathers where we shop, eat, or loll around the Lair in our underwear, drinking beers and playing video games. Jee is a total drama queen. She doesn't do "down time."

Jee had a hideous childhood, first losing her whole family at age five during the 2004 tsunami in Sumatra, then being carried away by slavers to a brothel in Bangkok for seven years. When she's offered a chance to get a new, healthy, immortal, infinitely changeable body, a fat paycheck, choice of who she services, and control of the sexual encounter, she feels she's died and gone to heaven.

Then she took on the taming of the Sluts' "onsite manager," Reg, to disabuse Reg from the notion that he is now their pimp by, well, abusing Reg. That little arc in Beth set off a hellacious struggle in Jee's own book where she finds out that if you're not an experienced Dom, you can get into a lot of trouble. It's not like Reg doesn't roll over and beg to be dominated. But as you know better than Jee does, dear reader, this is a delicate relationship, full of pitfalls for the amateur.

I'd better stop there. Jee tells her own story better than I do. And Reg, if you can get past his ignoramus version of the English language, has even more to say about Jee, and Dom/sub relations, and what freedom means, and what to do when you wake up to a weretiger in your bed.



Blurb:
Jee was a child sex slave in a Bangkok whorehouse. Just as she was getting worn out and rebellious, Delilah came along with an offer she couldn’t refuse.

Jee’s childhood scars won’t begin to heal until she lets her team under her skin. She thinks she’s too tough for that, until she takes pity on the unlikeliest teammate of all.


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MELITTA
I actually wrote Melitta's story first, although I always meant to begin with Beth. Melitta gushed from my raging teenage heart faster than any book I've ever written.

She carries on her back all the challenges that I failed as a teenager. She's braver, angrier, more honest, and oh yeah she has a fabulous new succubus body and this team of coed demon sluts on her side. But she's like my teenage self in one respect: she's convinced she's all alone. Melitta never does, in this series, become a full-on slut. She has another agenda, and being relentlessly Melitta, she lets nothing get in the way. I loved writing this story.


Blurb:
Brainiac Melitta is nineteen. She’s repeating senior year of high school, oh the shame. Melitta’s mom is the school guidance counselor. In spite of this responsible position, her mom has a weakness: she can’t cope without a man telling her what to do. Melitta’s stepdad is the school district’s psychiatrist. He’s also … a little too affectionate. Melitta is too smart to run away from home, too angry to put up with her stepfather’s advances, and too fond of her mother to abandon her with that jerk. Then Delilah offers her powers to intimidate her stepfather and get him out of her mother’s life, a safe haven, a job…a team.

Melitta’s not alone anymore. She has the sluts on her side.

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Author Bio:
Twenty-five or more years ago, I was born under a cabbage leaf into a family of nature worshippers. They were low-key about it. No robes, no chanting, no burnt offerings. My family joined the Sierra Club, the Save-The-Dunes movement, and the Prairie Path movement long before it was fashionable to be green. My grandma taught my brother and me how to identify poison ivy and what woodland berries were or weren’t good to eat. My grandfather told me what to do when a critter that might be rabid comes near. My mom made jelly out of wild grapes, black raspberries, and crab apples, using chokecherries to make them gel. We kids blackened our hands hammering open the walnuts for her homemade conserve. My brother was the rockhound; I was the bird nut.

Now I live in the city with conveniences like sushi and live theatre. But I haven’t forgotten birds, or wild grapes, and I don’t try to pet the coons and possums that raid my garbage cans.

My neighbors worry about school quality, McMansions going up everywhere, rising real estate taxes. I pay attention to how many pairs of nesting crows I can spot–more and more every year since the great West Nile plague of 2001, thank goodness. I worry about emerald ash borers, and my heart pinches whenever I see a big fresh stump. I plant crocus and aconite and scylla and snowdrops in my lawn because winter is too darned long.

I think the bare trees, especially big ones like cottonwoods and elms, look like the nervous system inside our brains. What if trees are the earth’s brains? As buds start greening up the tips of all those big bare trees, I imagine the thoughts nature is having with all that quickening leaf. Sap running faster. I feel the heartbeat of the world.


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What have you been Reading?


I made a promise to myself this year to read at least one book per month, which I would then share with you lovely people. Well, what do you know, its that time of the month again. Time to share all the amazing reads I've devoured these past four weeks.




A fiercely beautiful female leader from the Other world, Lusahn q'Arc can't forget the Paladin warrior she met in battle -- his chiseled body and piercing, thoughtful eyes still haunt her dreams. While investigating the smuggling of the mysterious blue stones used to light her shadowy world, Lusahn receives word that her missing brother, Barak, is alive -- and working with the Paladins. Although angry at his betrayal, she arranges to meet him. But at the appointed time it is not Barak who arrives, but Cullen Finley -- the enemy warrior who torments her memory.

Intense attraction immediately burns between Lusahn and Cullen despite their rival loyalties, and they can't help surrendering to passion. Their time together is limited, though, for soon Cullen must return to his own world -- with or without Lusahn. But when carefully laid plans go awry, together they must fight to keep their forbidden romance a secret -- and keep each other alive.




Gwen Mosely's life changes forever when she stumbles across a handsome stranger, bleeding and left for dead in the woods behind her farm. But the real shock is how his wounds heal overnight -- a trait he shares with Gwen's teenaged half-brother Chase.

Jarvis Donahue can't keep his eyes -- or his hands -- off the sexy redhead who rescued him. Gwen's warm smile and lust-filled eyes are impossible to resist...but Jarvis immediately recognizes Chase as a fellow Paladin, a warrior born to defend mankind in the relentless battle against the Others. Although Gwen may hate Jarvis for it, he is dutybound to introduce Chase to the Paladins' dangerous lifestyle.

As the barrier between the two worlds weakens, the threat grows perilously close to Gwen's farm. Jarvis is determined to protect his lover -- but if he reveals his identity, he not only betrays his people's secret, he risks losing her forever....




Hard-eyed and hard-bodied, Hunter Fitzsimon isn't what Tate Justice expected in a tenant for the apartment above her garage. Terse and intensely private, Hunter's mission is to protect a narrow stretch of the barrier between Earth and Kalithia against the Paladins' ruthless enemies -- a job that would be much easier without his sexy landlady nosing around. So when she follows Hunter into the woods late one night, he decides to teach Tate a lesson with a passionate kiss that brings her to her knees...and unexpectedly ignites red-hot desire deep in his soul. But the warrior's dark and dangerous world is no place for his fiery lover. Does possessing Tate mean turning his back on his brethren...or will Hunter forsake the woman of his dreams for the harsh duty he's always known?




Caught between two worlds, a powerful warrior must choose between impossible destinies when he meets a woman whose love will either make or break him. . . .

As the daughter of a Regent, Sasha has long known about the secret underworld of the Paladins and their work protecting her kind from the dark forces on the other side of the energy barrier. So when she is sent on her first solo investigation, on the path to becoming the first female Regent, she is determined to get the Seattle Paladins in line. Offering sanctuary to their Kalith enemies is simply unacceptable! But when she meets Larem, she is inexorably drawn to a dark and valiant warrior who is not at all what he appears to be. As the power struggle between Regents and Paladins rages on, someone starts making attacks on her life. Sasha must choose between loyalty to her own kind and the warrior she loves . . . with the very fate of humanity hanging in the balance.




Blood Bank by Silb
Blood Bank is where vampires come to buy human blood! In a land where vampires, the supreme beings, rule human beings, there are those that have abnormalities. These vampires, while still superior, prefer to be ruled and commanded by humans. See how Shell, the son of a Blood Bank lord, falls for a mere human banker, One.

Friday, 26 May 2017

Author Spotlight: Mackenzie Williams


PRE-ORDER

Released: Thursday, June 8th

Genre: Erotic Consensual BDSM Paranormal Romance



Blurb:
Riley Harris has been abducted and tied to a tree in a dark forest. She knows exactly why, too. Riley has a mark on her skin that could easily be mistaken for an ordinary scar, but she knows the truth. She is marked for a shifter.

Jordan Ward and his two brothers are triplet wolf shifters. On their Prime birthday, they are finally allowed to claim their marked mates. Jordan has watched Riley from afar for too long, but when an enemy clan shows up in his forest, it creates more chaos than he needs.

Riley isn't exactly thrilled about being abducted and claimed by a shifter, even if he is gorgeous. Can Jordan convince Riley that being his marked slave is a good thing? Will his biggest enemy or a painful secret from the past ruin everything?



Excerpt:
Riley twisted against the ropes. “Let me go! I’m no one’s slave!”

She tried to get to her feet, but her legs were cramping. She pulled again on her wrists and the rope bit into her skin. Riley grunted in pain as two of the brothers neared her. The younger one with slightly messy hair bent down before her.

He placed a warm hand on her bare shoulder. Riley didn’t know if it was just the warmth or if the feeling was coming from him, but instant calm ran through her. She stopped moving and stared into his emerald eyes.

“I take it you know who we are.” His face was emotionless.

“Yes, shifters.”

The brother with blue eyes then knelt next to him. “Not just shifters. The Ward brothers.”

Riley shifted on her knees on the cold ground. “Yes, I know who you are.”

Her Master then walked up to stand behind his brothers. “Let’s go. We can do introductions once we get her somewhere warm. Can’t you two sense her discomfort?”

The youngest man tilted his head, still keeping eye contact with her. He was deep in thought and Riley wished she could hear his inner dialogue. Finally, the other shifter untied the rope. When her hands were free, she brought them around to her lap.

Pain radiated down her sore arms. Riley moaned again while leaning forward. She heard the brother who was standing growl. The sound seemed to bleed into her. Riley whimpered, partly from pain and partly in response to him.

The two men kneeling before her then stood. While still bent forward, she lifted her head to watch them slowly step backward a few steps. Then the blue glowing orb went out. It was pitch black in the forest again and a cold breeze ran over her skin.

“Hello?” She couldn’t see anything except a few outlines of trees. A slow panic tightened her chest.

Riley was unsure if she was allowed to get up or if she was supposed to wait on the cold ground. She sat up straighter and started to rub her wrists. They were raw and she whimpered softly. Suddenly movement caught her eye. Two things were strolling a few feet from her.

Shit. Wolves. Riley stopped moving, but her breathing sped up, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly. Her eyes had adjusted some to the darkness so she could now barely make out two large, white wolves. They both paced back and forth in front of her.

Riley slowly inched back toward the tree for security. Another cold breeze blew through her long hair and she shivered, still watching the pacing animals. Where was the third brother? His voice then startled her. She jumped as he stepped forward, just in front of his brothers. He was still in his commanding human form.

“Riley, pet. I need to get you back to my home. Are we doing this the easy or hard way?”

What? These fucking shifters. “Easy way? What the hell? What about being kidnapped and brought to the forest sounds like the easy way?”

Riley put her hand on the tree behind her and started to push herself up. Her legs faltered and she fell forward. More pain ran through her as her legs stiffened from the cold and from being tied to the tree for so long. She inhaled sharply and tried to stand again.

“Fine. The hard way.” Her apparent Master stepped forward.

The next thing Riley new, he was grabbing her and pulling her toward his chest. She grunted loudly while trying to push him back. He was obviously too strong for her. He swiftly lifted her over his shoulder. Riley started to kick her legs in protest, but he didn’t slow his movements.

“Put me down! Seriously, I’m not your fucking property!”

He growled and tightened his grip on her. “Untrue.”

Riley huffed out an irritated breath as she raised her head just enough to see the two white wolves start to run off. She wondered if her Master was going to transform while holding her. He didn’t. He effortlessly carried her through the woods. After several minutes of twisting and kicking, Riley finally gave in to her fate and just laid still on his shoulder.

He never spoke to her. He carried her for what seemed like hours. Riley soon started to doze off. She was aware that this trip would be much faster as a four-legged animal. He wasn’t changing for her, she guessed. Was it for her comfort or for her level of fear? She didn’t know, but it was the first good feeling she had had about this man.

Riley was awoken suddenly when the man carrying her stopped walking and then she heard a large clicking noise. She twisted her body to see that they were at a log cabin. The man was opening the door. He carried her inside and Riley felt like she was in another dimension.


Wednesday, 17 May 2017

Author Spotlight: Clare Dargin



AVAILABLE: Tuesday, May 23rd



[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Paranormal Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, HEA]

Chris Spinell, Jilly Reimers, and Chris 'Nate' Poole are happily married. Now, living in a small town run by The Love Play Matchmaking Service, Chris Spinell hopes his family is safely away from the possible dangers that come from living in a big city.

Jilly and Nate cherish the life they have with Chris. They even love the fact that he is their Dom. BDSM gives them the structure and sense of belonging they've always wanted. However, life in Minaqua doesn't give Chris the peace of mind he needs in order to quell his anxieties. The scars from his time in Afghanistan run so deep, Chris' PTSD will not allow him to escape the fears that his family is at constant risk for harm.

When a stranger comes to town seeking to harm Jilly and Nate, Chris' protective instincts are put to the test. Will he deal with this reasonably, or will he do whatever it takes to defend his family, including breaking a solemn oath?

 A Siren Erotic Romance

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STORY EXCERPT
He thought about how far his life had come in such a short time. In less than ten years, he’d gone from an ex-Special Forces soldier searching for his place in the world, to an MIT graduate, to owning the second largest independently owned and operated software integration firm in Michigan. But all of that was nothing compared to the real change that happened when his sister had recommended that he join a dating service to cure his less-than-stellar love life. And Love Play had done that and much more. In their own mysterious way, they’d managed to look into his heart and find the man and woman of his dreams. Literally. The images of Jilly and Nate had haunted his dreams after he returned from Afghanistan. During that time, he didn’t know it was them, but after he met them and they spent the night together, he knew they were the ones. 

How his Eros, his matchmaker at Love Play, had known baffled him. Nevertheless, he was profoundly grateful that the man or woman, or whoever his Eros was, had put the three of them together. Now, they were married, and he was happier than he’d ever been in his life. Add to it that their love had become so deep that it had blossomed into a beautiful dominant-submissive relationship with them. 

The car’s internal phone rang. It was Jilly. He pressed the icon on the car’s dashboard screen and answered.

“Hi, honey, what’s up?” he asked. He was always glad to hear Jilly’s voice. 

He grasped his chest, hoping the ache would fade as he longed to see her. 

“I was going over the arrangements for the party,” she said. Her sweet voice was a dulcet tone that calmed him. 

“I’m thinking about how people should dress,” she said, “and the basic rules for the party.”

Jilly had the great idea to plan a Christmas party for them and their BDSM friends to be held at Love Play’s mansion. When she’d mentioned it in August, he hadn’t been wild about the idea. But after a lot of cajoling from her and Nate, they’d convinced him, and he’d given her the permission to go for it, which meant they were going to attend, too. 

“High protocol is not something we do, but there’s no reason that should stop other Doms from having that with their submissives. As for clothing, you know my rules for you, too. You aren’t allowed to wear anything too revealing. The only person allowed to see your ass is me and Nate, and that’s when he’s not in trouble.”

It wasn’t as if he made them walk around with bolts of fabric hanging off their bodies, but their sexuality belonged to him.

“Dueño, that was a long time ago,” Nate said, pouting.

“It won’t happen again.” 

Right after Chris had collared them, Nate bought Jilly a pair of tight jeans, high heels, and a shirt that was so form fitting it showed everything the Lord had blessed her with in the chest and told her to wear his prized choker collar. Chris had damn near had a heart attack when they came home from a late lunch in Cutlerville. 

Nate grinned and asked, “Doesn’t she look hot?” Once he’d regained the ability to speak, Chris’s only reply was, “Not as hot as your ass is gonna be once I hit it with my flogger.” He ordered them both to the bedroom, flogged Nate’s ass, paddled Jilly, then fucked them without allowing either of them to orgasm. To teach Nate a lesson for encouraging Jilly to dress immodestly, he hadn’t been allow to see her bare ass for two days or have sex with her.

Nate also had to cover his eyes with his hands when Jilly wore no clothes for two days. Whereupon, Nate vowed to never encourage her to wear inappropriate clothing again.

“Dueño, I know what your rules are for us. What about the party? Kink for everyone?”

He had no appetite for that yet. He cared for his friends, especially his army buddies, the Propietarios who were into BDSM, but he wasn’t ready to see them go all out. 

“This is casual, vanilla only. Leather is permitted but please do not go all out,” Chris said. 

“All right, got it.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked, worried. “Still feeling worn down?”

She was at home trying to get over the remnants of a cold that lingered, giving her all sorts of problems like a fever and upset stomach. She’d feel good one moment, and then, wham, she’d have to rest because she’d be too tired to move. Despite his protests, she refused to go to the doctor again.

“Somewhat.”

He sighed. “Don’t wear yourself out today. Get some rest. That’s an order. If you aren’t better by tomorrow, we’re going downtown.”

The DMC, Detroit Medical Center, was the major medical complex in the area. It was over an hour away, and he would gladly drive her to find out what was wrong. He was not willing to risk her well-being for her selfish pride or a dumb party. He hated when she was not feeling well or was in pain. He wanted to be able to shield her from the worst the world could give so she’d be able to live a life of love and happiness. She deserved that much and more. To say he loved her would be an understatement. Heck, it wouldn’t even describe the depths of his intense feelings for them. They owned him as much as he owned them. It didn’t feel right if they weren’t healthy and safe. 

“I will take it easy.”

“Okay. I love you,” Chris said. 

“Love you, too,” she replied. “Love you, too, Nate.”

“I’ll call you later on to see how you are doing,” Nate said. 

Chris ended the call. 

“Do you think she’ll obey?” Nate asked.

Friday, 12 May 2017

Author Spotlight; Jennifer Denys


NEW RELEASE
From the Balls & Chains Series

Blurb:
Cole Linley is a gay wolf-shifter. In order to appease the Alpha within, he has taken up the BDSM lifestyle and become very experienced. This placates his wolf to a certain extent, but his dearest wish is to find a mate—male, of course. Except, the question is, how to find one in a city surrounded by humans where other wolf-shifters are rare.

Then, one night, he enters Balls & Chains, a BDSM club he frequents, and immediately senses another of his kind. And not only that, it is the scent of a potential mate, Jared Gray. There is only one problem—Jared is collared by another Master.

Jared’s relationship shows all the signs of an abusive relationship. Can Cole get him away from the other Dom and show Jared the delights of BDSM when done properly and what it means to be a beta wolf to Cole’s Alpha?


Title of book: To Claim a Mate

Author: Jennifer Denys

Publisher: Luminosity Publishing

Genre: Contemporary, Wolf shifter, gay, BDSM

Type: Novella (21,600 words)

Sexual orientation: MM

Reader Advisory: The submissive in this Gay Paranormal Romance doesn’t realize he is in an abusive relationship until he meets his true Master.

What’s hot?: Making love in the forest as wolves, then in the bed as humans.


Excerpt:
Moving on, Cole was drawn into a room which had a cross in each corner of the room with plenty of space to wield the equipment. The walls were covered with floggers of varying types, although nothing stopped a Dominant using an implement from another section.

Cole halted. He’s here.

The scent was at its strongest, practically dragging him toward a slender man in his late twenties, with brown hair the color of hazelnuts. The sub was in the process of being tied face up against a cross on the far side. His chest was bare and sleek, and he wore skin-tight jeans.

The Dom wanted to rip the man’s clothes off and devour him on the spot. So intent was he on reaching his prey, he nearly missed the Master who had finished tying the submissive and came around to inspect the restraints, standing directly between Cole and the object of his hunt.

Stopping in his tracks, Cole’s hackles began to rise. A possessive instinct rose in him to fight off his rival. Except there were rules in BDSM and it didn’t include tearing out the throat of another Master.

Andy caught up with him and saw him staring. “Who have you found? Oh, this is Master Dirk. Jared is the sub he is playing with.”

Cole took a moment to calm his inner wolf, unclenching his fists before he triggered his claws. His voice was raspy as he asked, “Are they new? I don’t recall seeing either of them here before.” Actually, he couldn’t care less about this new Master. He only had eyes for Jared.

He didn’t hear Andy’s answer, because, at that moment, he caught the gaze of the bound man. Tangible electricity crossed the room and hit Cole like a silver bullet, slamming into his heart, nearly causing him to change into his wolf in front of everyone. It took everything he knew about Dominance to keep hold of his human side and push down his animal half.

Meanwhile, the submissive’s eyes opened wide in shock, and he bit his lip. Cole’s keen wolf eyesight could detect Jared’s fierce trembling, as he tightly gripped the ropes that held him. Cole willed him to hold on and not transform in front of everyone as the two shared a look of instant attraction, desperate need, and the desire to have sex.

And yet it was more than that. So much more—an inner knowledge, assurance one has finally found one’s other half, and didn’t even know one was looking.

Taking a deep breath, Cole narrowed his eyes as he gazed on Jared, drinking in the beautiful sight before him.

He gave a slight smile of acknowledgment.

Oh yes, this is my mate. And woe betide anyone who comes between us.

Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Destined: The Unrequited Trilogy #3



STORY EXCERPT
     “To think you’d do something like that for a man shocks me. Damn, no matter how nice I asked in the past, you always told me to fuck off and deal with it. Don’t tell me our little Skye is in love?”

     Skye blushed furiously as she jumped up out of her seat. “Your schedule is pretty empty today, boss man. I suggest we eat lunch in and go over some of those quarterly repair reports. The annual report is due soon.”

     “Okay, I’ll give you the topic change, but just this once.” With a smirk, he grabbed his cell phone off of the pile of papers he had been working on. “Good idea on lunch. I’ll message Joshua and see if he wants to join us. I’m sure he’ll be itching to hear all about Mr. Indie-author Carson.”

     Skye gasped playfully. “Shit, I can see it now. The Spanish Inquisition will have nothing on Josh. He keeps warning me about payback.” Smiling softly, she turned back toward the door. “I’ll go get the reports and some menus. You call Hottie, and no carrying stories while my back is turned, or else!”

     Tristan hit speed dial on his cell as he watched Skye flounce from the room. He’d have sworn he seen sparkles and butterflies floating around her head a few seconds ago. She was that high on love. A scary image indeed. Chuckling, Tristan turned in his seat to glance out of the large windows lining one side of his office. It was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the cloudless sky, illuminating the newly planted flowerbeds below. He loved this time of year and enjoyed watching the trees grow lush and green as colorful blossoms lined their thick trunks.

     “Hello, handsome. What can I do for you?” Tristan smiled at the sound of his man’s voice. He loved that southern accent. Husky and deep. Alluring. “Tristan?”

     “Oh, um, sorry, baby. I got lost in one of those Joshua daydreams.” Joshua laughed out loud, and the sound delighted Tristan. “Are you free for lunch today? Skye is in schoolmistress mode and is making me play catch-up with my reports. We’re eating in. Join us, please.”

     “I’d love to. I’m free until two, and then I have a shopping date with Cal. He’s being all top secret about the location, so I’ve no idea what’s going on. He also mentioned something about a ring. Damn, I should never have asked him out.”

     Tristan frowned as he continued to listen to his man talk. It wouldn’t be unusual for Callum to want to go ring shopping for Kari. Their two-year anniversary was drawing near after all. Speaking of which, his and Joshua’s one-year anniversary wasn’t that far away either. “I’m sure you’ll have a great time dealing with him, baby. Just stop by the office any time. Can’t wait to see you.”

   “Will do, handsome. Be there soon. I love you.”

     Tristan smiled as those sweet words resonated within him. He loved hearing them whispered from his lover’s lips.

   “I love you too. See you soon.”

     Without another word, Tristan disconnected the call just as Skye came marching back through the double doors of his office. “Now then, let’s do this, boss man!”

     Twenty minutes, and a shitload of paperwork, later, Joshua strolled through Tristan’s office door, a beautiful smile in place.

   “Hello, you sexy fuckers, where are my kisses?”

     Skye squealed in delight, pretending to faint in a total fangirl move as Joshua swooped in to lay a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Yeah, baby. That’s what I’m talking about.” With that lopsided grin of his, Joshua then moved around the huge leather chair Skye was laying in to make his way toward Tristan. “Now it’s your turn, handsome.”

     Tristan arched a brow, feigning indifference as he watched his man with rapt eyes. He loved this playful side of him. It got him hotter than when Joshua went caveman on his ass. “I have no idea what you mean, sir, but you will not find any kisses here.” The mischievously hot expression that crossed his lover’s features just screamed that Joshua would get his kiss, and more. Yet before he could voice as much, he was attacked from behind.

    “I’ll take his kiss. Forget him. Gimme!” Skye pounced on Joshua, making all three of them laugh, just as there was a sharp knock at the door. “Shit! Saved by the lunch bell, Mr. Malone. For now.”

     As Skye skipped off to sort lunch, Joshua turned back to him, brows frowned. “So, what’s going on with our girl? I never thought I’d see the day when she lost all that doom and gloom makeup of hers.” Her unladylike grunt indicated that she’d heard what was being said, but it didn’t deter Joshua. “She is a looker, not that she wasn’t always, but damn. I’m going to get in trouble one of these days. I just know it.”

     Skye glanced over her shoulder from her spot at the table, a questioning look in her eyes. “What is that supposed to mean?”

     Joshua grunted at her in return, twining his fingers through Tristan’s as he headed toward the table his assistant was laying out for them. “It means if anyone so much as looks at you funny I will have to spank them. Hard.”

     When Skye only rolled her eyes, Tristan had to fight off a chuckle. Joshua was being serious. He thought of the girl as a sister, and if anyone hurt her, then they would surely feel Joshua’s wrath. Feeling the need to reassure his man, Tristan wrapped an arm about Joshua’s waist, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

     “It’s okay, baby. We’ve had this discussion already. I’ve got the guy’s name and number. If there is anything off about him, then we’ll be able to deal with it quickly and save our girl’s virtue.”

     This time Skye was the one to laugh. “Virtue? Sure, guys, you have fun trying to find that shit, never mind saving it. Now, enough about my love life. Food is ready.”

     Taking a seat, Tristan glanced at the buffet laid out before him. It looked more like a wedding brunch menu than something three friends would enjoy on any other normal day of the week. The table was covered with a sheet of crisp white linen, and the centerpiece was made up of the most beautiful yellow sunflowers he had seen so far this season. There was a selection of hors d’œuvres, from crab and avocado toast to glazed salmon, smoked shrimp, and warm olives. All of which were a mix of his and Joshua’s favorites. These were accompanied with a selection of fresh sandwiches, stuffed potato skins, pasta, soups, and sliced vegetables for dipping. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket next to a glass bottle of orange juice and several other bottled sodas. And a Meissen porcelain teapot was steaming next to a tray full of pastries, cupcakes, and fresh fruit. As usual, Skye had outdone herself.

    “Bon appétit, mes coeurs.”

     Joshua growled low in Skye’s direction, putting on his best French accent as he began to tease her once more. Their combined laughter was music to Tristan’s ears. Taking a plate each, they tucked into one the best lunches Tristan had had in a long time. There was a lot to be said for spending time with your loved ones.

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Author Spotlight; Suzy Shearer


Elephants and Ever-Afters
by Suzy Shearer



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AVAILABLE: Wednesday, May 17th
Heat Rating: SEXTREME
Word Count: 98,087


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For plus-sized Laura, 55, sex means she’s in charge, she just needs to find a man who’ll accept that.
When she meets the sexy-looking Tobias Duncan she thinks he’s a bull elephant charging everywhere but all the same he strikes a chord deep inside her. 


BLURB
It’s like a clash of wills when Tobias Duncan, 57, meets Laura Keell, 55 but neither can forget the impact each had on the other. To Laura, Tobias is just like a charging bull elephant, but he still presses every button. For Tobias, Laura is everything he’s ever dreamed of.
Tobias tries everything he can to find out where Laura lives, he just can’t forget this beautiful plus-sized woman. Both try to forget, but when a chance meeting with a friend of Tobias means he can see Laura again he jumps at the chance. But there is a problem that neither share.
Tobias wants a woman who dictates the terms during sex. And Laura? Laura loves to be in charge. They drop hints over a few weeks until a rather interesting event sees Laura confess. Their romance goes from casual to sizzling almost overnight. Nothing can come between them as their love grows—that is until a tragedy strikes.
Will death separate these soulmates?
(Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, M/F, HEA)


STORY EXCERPT:  
When the train finally pulled into Central railway station, Laura pulled her warm black jacket over her cream top, slung her tote over her shoulder, and stepped from the train. After getting a taxi from the station to drop her outside a large building in the centre of Sydney’s business district, Laura checked the tenants’ board, confirming the solicitors she needed were on the third floor. Rather than use the lifts and trying to get some exercise, Laura opened the exit door and began climbing the stairs to the third floor, her heart pounding in wonder what the meeting would mean for her.
As she reached the third floor and went to open the door with her left hand, it was suddenly slammed open, knocking her backward. Somehow she managed to grab the door knob as she fell saving her from a dangerous tumble down the long steep flight of stairs.
“What the fuck?” A loud bull-voice screeched down at her.
Laura went to stand, putting her hands on the ground, only to have her left wrist send a bolt of agony up her arm. Twisting, she managed to get to her feet using the nearby railing. Standing, she glared across at the attractive man before her.
Before she had a chance to open her mouth, he continued yelling, “What the hell did you think you were doing?”
Never one to back down, Laura looked daggers at the man and shouted, “Me? What the fuck were you doing opening the door like a frigging bull elephant charging a car?”
Indignantly he replied, “I did not!”
“No? Well in that case how was I knocked off my feet?”
She wanted to add Mr. Smarty Pants but thought maybe it would be a bit too much.
“You shouldn’t have been there,” he said irrationally.
Laura couldn’t believe his attitude.
“What? I shouldn’t use the stairs but you can? Come off it Tembo.” She fought the urge to slap his handsome face as she suggested, “Just admit you charged through that door without thinking of other people.”
Full of indignation he bellowed at her, “I did not!”
“You did! You’re just a fucking angry bull elephant Tembo, charging without looking or caring.”
“Not true! And my name’s not Tembo,” he barked.
“It is, Tembo’s Swahili for elephant and that’s what you are—a crazy bull elephant!” she returned his shout with her own.
The pair of them glared at each other, sizing each other up for the next round of shouting when Laura noticed another attractive silver-haired man just behind the elephant trying very hard to stifle a laugh. He put his hand on the elephant’s arm.
“She’s right, Toby. You did slam that door open.”
The laughter in his voice was unmistakable. He side-stepped passed the elephant who’s eyes continued to bore into Laura’s in anger and something else which Laura couldn’t put a name too. She did notice the elephant had lovely light brown eyes to go with his sexy face, but she tried to ignore them as the other man picked up Laura’s bag then held it out to her.
“Are you okay miss?”
The adrenaline rush Laura had gotten when the door flung open now disappeared. She began to shake when she looked down the stairs and realised she would have been seriously injured if not killed had she not grabbed onto the door handle. The second man followed her look and grimaced. He looked at her kindly and put his hand under her right arm.
“Let’s get you somewhere where you can sit down.”
Thankfully, Laura allowed him to usher her through the door after she pushed the elephant rudely aside. Unfortunately, he followed the two of them as Laura was led to a large couch in a long airy foyer.
“Thank you,” she managed to stammer, then stared fiercely with what she hoped was an extremely angry look at the elephant.
The other man said something to him she didn’t catch and finally he had the grace to look slightly embarrassed as he nodded, turned, and walked through the large doors into the reception area of the offices opposite. A moment later, he came back with a cup of water. Laura’s hand shook too badly as she attempted to take it from him. Instead, he put it on the seat alongside her. Murmuring her thanks, she tried to lift her left arm.
She couldn’t hold back the gasp of pain as she moved it. She looked down at her swollen wrist. Already twice normal size, it was beginning to darken. The second gentleman looked at her wrist then up at the elephant.
“We’ll need an ambulance.”
“Fuck,” said the elephant with undue emphasis.
© Suzy Shearer 2017