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Thursday, 28 February 2013

Thumbs Up Thursday - Velvet Steel by Suzanne Rock

Every Thursday we will place a review or two on this blog. we plan only to do reviews for books that we have really enjoyed. Ones that we have bought and read ourselves. Today I'm posting a review that I wrote last year for Velvet Steel by Suzanne Rock.  The reason I picked this is because it sticks out in my mind as the first menage I read. It made me a fan of MMF menage. I couldn't imagine moving to MFM where the men do not have a sexual connection too. It also made me want to write my own menage, which I eventually did.
It was with some trepidation that I started reading Velvet Steel. I'm a romantic at heart and had never tried to read a menage story. So I was a little apprehensive. But I'm open-minded and as a would-be romance author myself, I am attempting to open myself up to new experiences. And what an experience it was. 
Kitty, Shane and Noah are deeply complex characters, each hiding a bit of themselves from the others. While they are sexually open and willing to give themselves up and be caring towards one another, they don't communicate very well - particularly Noah and Shane. The introduction of Kitty into their relationship completes them but the fly in the ointment is that they started out on this sexual journey in the hope of getting her to convince her father to sell the family steel business to them. The sexual tension is increased by the other tension in the story as we wonder when Kitty will find this out.
As a newbie to menage, I thoroughly enjoyed this and it has made me less reluctant to try something new in the future
Shane and Noah set out to seduce Kitty Velvet into selling them her family’s struggling steel company at a deep discount. They plan a weekend of deception and sexual adventure to convince her to give up the business she spent her life keeping afloat. As they begin their passionate getaway, things don’t go as planned. Instead of putting their rival out of business, they gain deeper feelings for the feisty blonde – and for each other. With their world upside down, Shane and Noah must now decide if business ambitions are worth losing a chance at something bigger than money, and more precious than owning a steel empire.

Kitty has worked hard to keep Velvet Steel afloat, but changing technologies and the growth of their rivals have made the company’s continued viability almost impossible. As she embarks on a erotic weekend to de-stress and regroup, she develops feelings for two strangers who turn out to be the very men who have made her life a living hell for the past year. But is saving her family business worth losing her only chance at love? 

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: anal play/intercourse, capture fantasy, male/male sexual practices, menage (m/m/f).

Buy Velvet Steel HERE

Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Hot Hump Day Excerpt and Giveaway: Arranged to Love by Elizabeth Dunk



Thanks to the lovely Nicole Murphy, writing as Elizabeth Dunk, who has shared these smokin' excerpt with us to keep us going through the week. Phew! And if that's not enough, she's also offering the chance to win a copy of Arrange to Love AND some great back copies too in this amazing giveaway. Read on...

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Jack spoke, his voice was hoarse with repressed emotion. “I’ve been sitting here for nearly an hour, listening to you in that bath, knowing you were just metres away and naked and I found it hard to remember exactly why I said nothing could happen between us.”
           Maddie’s hormones began to shout with glee. She pushed them down. “You want to win this challenge and you don’t want unnecessary complications.”
            “Except I’m thinking you might be a necessary one.”
            Maddie took a couple of steps backwards, then put her hands on her hips. She wasn’t going to deny she was glad to hear what Jack was thinking, but she wasn’t going to throw herself at him either.
            “Jack, are you saying you want to have sex with me?”
            His eyes flicked to hers and the banked desire there thrilled her. “I’ve never not wanted to have sex with you.”
            “I mean here. Now. Tonight.”
            He shifted on the couch. Her eyes looked down and widened as she saw how eager he was to have sex now. Tonight. “Yes.”
            Breath whooshed out of her lungs and she fought to gather her thoughts. “Is this just lust or—”
            Jack surged to his feet. “No,” he barked out. “This is weeks of need that can’t be suppressed anymore. But obviously you don’t want to, so—”
            “I didn’t say that.” Jack’s nostrils flared and he started toward her, but Maddie held up her hand. He stopped when her palm was pressed against his chest.
            He felt warmer, harder than she’d remembered. It was getting increasingly difficult to concentrate on what she wanted to say. “I know I won’t regret this in the morning. I’m making a free choice. I want you to feel the same.”
            His jaw softened. “No regrets,” he whispered. “How could I ever regret tasting and touching you?”
            Maddie stepped into Jack’s arms. His lips pressed against hers—strong, heated, arousing. One hand gripped the back of her head while the other held her tight against his body. Maddie arched her back, to multiply the contact and moaned at the sensation of her curves moulding to his hardness.
            Jack sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and Maddie shivered. Then his tongue lightly touched and she opened her mouth to him, her senses whirling as he pushed into her. He tasted salty and sweet and there was a deeper, more profound taste that pulled at every fibre of her being. Every cell clamoured with joy and anticipation and Maddie wondered how one kiss could cause such an instant reaction.
            “Incredible,” Jack murmured against her lips. “Better than I remembered.”
            “Reality is always better than memories.”
            “It sure is.” He squeezed her waist. Then he stepped back and reached for the belt of her robe.
            Tremors ran over Maddie’s body. She hadn’t been naked in front of a man since the last time with Jack, and that had been such a frenzied rush she wasn’t sure he saw her. She hoped she looked good to him now.
            Jack undid the belt, slid the robe off her shoulders and stilled. Cool air wisped across her skin and her nipples tightened. Maddie fought the urge to cover herself, desperate for Jack’s reaction.
            “My God, you’re beautiful.” He reached out and gently traced a finger down the curve of a breast. “A goddess, come to Earth for me to worship.”
            His finger continued down, across her belly and Maddie’s stomach tightened as it seemed to head toward the apex of her legs. But then the finger turned, back up her body, bringing goose pimples to her skin before circling the other breast.
            “Stunning.”
            She needed more. She needed his hands firmly on her body, shaping and moulding her. She needed his mouth on hers. On her skin. On her breasts.
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All her life, Madhuri Singh has been sure she’ll make an arranged marriage with an Indian man. But when the opportunity arrives at the same time a past lover returns to her life, Maddie finds herself torn between her culture and her desire.

All his life, Jack Faulkner has been obsessed with being the one his father chooses to take over the reins of Faulkner Publications. When it seems it’s finally within his grasp, he finds himself face to face with the one woman who can make him forget everything.

What will win out – the dreams they’ve always held for their futures, or the passion that even after seven years apart cannot be contained. Will they remain blinded to the truth – that they will only be happy if they can be together?
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Monday, 25 February 2013

Monday Memes - Making Monday that little less painful.

I haven't seen many smutty memes this week but there are some funny ones doing the rounds on Facebook.









Love, Lust and Lipstick Stains wish you a happy week. Don't let the bar stewards get you down :-)

Saturday, 23 February 2013

Storyteller Saturday Interview: Nia Bradley

Please welcome author of all things naughty, Nia Bradley, to our page today as she talks romance, inspiration  and favourite characters

What’s your name and where do you come from?
Nia Bradley. I come from a tiny little village halfway up a mountain in sunny old Wales.


Tell us a bit about your latest release.
My latest release is called ‘B is for Beth, B is for Babysitter’, it’s part of my Sexy Shorts series that is a growing collection of erotic shorts. Beth has been babysitting for Mr Thompson for years, but when she finds out he is moving away next week, she decides it's now or never to see if her naughty little fantasies might just come true for real. An unsuspecting Mr Thompson answers the door to find the sexy and confident Beth doesn't want to take no for an answer!


Do you have a favourite character from your books? Why are they your favourite?
I really like Rachel from “Teaching Tom to Share”, I like her confidence, her personal strength and how loving and giving she is. I found her really easy to write about because I liked her character so much.


What’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you?
My partner took me on a surprise romantic break in Dublin. Gorgeous hotel, a packed day of sights and shopping and then we had a booking in a cosy little restaurant with wine, candles and great food that reminded me of when we were first dating . I’m a soppy romantic at heart!


What do you do to unwind and relax?
I love a long, hot bath. Alone or shared, both feel so indulgent and relaxing and bring out the hedonist in me. There’s something special about being immersed in hot, bubbly water, surrounded by candles, just kicking back and taking an hour to just be you.

How do you decide how hot or not your book is going to be?
I like my stories to be hot and steamy. I do like to add some romance in to my longer stories, but I would still say I write romantic erotica, rather than erotic romance. The distinction might be a little subjective but I prefer to write about sex more than swooning!


Is there any erotic scenarios you wouldn’t write about?
I only write about things that I find sexy. I don’t condemn authors or readers of things that I’m not in to, but I don’t enjoy writing about stuff I don’t find sexy and don’t think I’d be able to do it any  justice really. I like to write about consensual sex; I enjoy kinky things and love fantasising but I have no interest personally in some of the more niche and extreme erotica.


Is the stuff you write about from experience or mostly imagination?
A bit of both really. I always tweak the details if it’s based on personal experience as it’s supposed to be sexy and fun, not an over-revealing diary. Plenty of what I write about starts out as a naughty little fantasy that just feels right for a story.

What do you do to get in the mood for writing love scenes? Candles, music etc?
I find it’s much the same as writing in general for me. I just need peace and quiet and to be focused on what I am working on. I save the candles and romantic music for quality time with my partner!


What do you do when you’re not writing?
Work in my real job (sadly, as much as I love writing it is still a hobby at the moment) and take the dog out for long walks on the beach and in the hills. Oh and indulge my love of shopping at every opportunity!
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Nia Bradley is an ardent fan of all things erotic and fun. She enjoys creating and reading sexy stories almost as much as indulging in the real thing and can often be found with her head buried in a book.
Nia hopes you enjoy reading her stories as much as she enjoyed writing them. You can find all her releases on her author page.
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Tom agrees to give extra tutoring to his attractive 18 year old student Naomi, but gets more than he bargained for when Naomi and her confident and sexy mother, Rachel, both seem to want a piece of him.You can purchase Teaching Tom to Share on Amazon.
Beth has been babysitting for Mr Thompson for years, but when she finds out he is moving away next week, she decides it's now or never to see if her naughty little fantasies might just come true for real. An unsuspecting Mr Thompson answers the door to find the sexy and confident Beth doesn't want to take no for an answer! You can purchase B is for Beth, B is for Babysitter on Amazon.

Friday, 22 February 2013

Flash Fiction Friday: The Return by Samantha Holt

Today is a flash fiction from our own Samantha Holt. Follow Samantha on Facebook for more fun and free stories.
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The Return

What if he no longer loved her? What if he had changed?

Seven summers at war was bound to change a man. Elizabeth chewed at her lip as she peered anxiously out of the window of the keep. Her fingers dug into the cool stone as the flicker of a banner became visible on the horizon, swiftly followed by its bearer and several knights on horseback.

Her legs itched to run as her heart leapt into her throat. She could not tell which one was him at such a distance but she wondered if his eyes were on her window, watching for her.

Oh, how she prayed they were.

Gathering her skirts and pulling her shoulders upright, she carefully navigated the winding stairs and pushed through the busy hall. The whole castle was awash with excitement at the return of their lord and a feeling of anticipation pervaded the air.

Would he still think her beautiful? The passing of time had no doubt taken its toll. Running a keep - and defending it - was no easy task. Elizabeth hoped he would be proud of all she had done for his lands.

The thunder of hooves caused her stomach to clench as she heard them approach the gate. The portcullis rattled and Elizabeth pressed her nails into her palm, feeling the prickle of sweat on her neck. She tucked a strand of pale hair into her veil and adjusted it.

And there he came, as tall and as strong as ever in his chainmail. Elizabeth held her breath as the soldiers led their mounts through the muddy courtyard as the peasants greeted them with cheers.

His eyes. If she could only see his eyes then she would know if her husband had truly returned to her. His grey helm hid his face, though she could not mistake him. Elizabeth knew well enough the breadth of his shoulders and the pride of his stance. She had run her hands often over those broad shoulders during their first year of marriage. With only memories of that year to sustain her, she had imagined herself running her hands over them again many, many times these past years.

The soldiers stopped at the bottom of the steps and Elizabeth felt her legs twitch. She remained rooted. It would not do for her to lose her composure in front of the villeins. And what if he was not pleased to see her? She would do well not to make a fool of herself until she was sure.

Her eyes followed the movement of his body as he dismounted with ease. He pulled off his helm and Elizabeth’s pulse pounded in her ears. His hair had grown long but it was still thick and wavy. War had aged him. A little grey was visible on his temples and in his stubble, and she could see lines around his eyes that had not been there before.

Elizabeth’s heart dropped. His blue eyes cast around the keep, a jaded look just visible in them. His body appeared weary, his shoulders having lost some of that pride that she remembered. Too much blood had been spilled in the Holy land. It was likely that blood had taken her husband from her.

Elizabeth watched as he handed his helm to his squire before turning to face the keep.

And her.

Her hands bunched until the prick of her nails became too much and she held her breath as his eyes came to rest upon her. A gentle grin spread across his face and the light returned to his eyes.

Elizabeth released the breath that she hadn’t realised she was holding and smiled tentatively as he bounded up the steps to her side.

“Lizzie,” he murmured softly.

His hand came out and took hers; bringing it to his lips so that he could brush them over each one of her fingers.

Elizabeth shuddered as the coarse warmth of his hand leached into her arm and she was besieged by the memory of their love. She stared into his eyes, searching. A heat blossomed through her chest and she allowed her smile to expand.

“You have returned to me,” she whispered.

He captured her lips in a searing kiss, bringing her tightly into his embrace. “Aye, Lizzie, I’ve returned to you.”

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Hot Hump Day Excerpt: Hard Ridin' by Em Pertrova

Thanks to the gorgeous Em Petrova for a Hades Hot excerpt from her new release, Hard Ridin' to start off out Hot Hump Day Excerpts.


Tossing away his tenuous grip he had on his need to show her how important she was to him, he trailed his tongue over her neck and down to her collarbone. It was too chilly out to strip off her shirts and worship her breasts with his mouth, but he would damn well keep her warm.
She dropped her sandwich as he bore her back on the woolen blanket. The scent of crushed grass hovered around them, mixing with her soap-and-water perfume and the cold cuts from the discarded sandwich.Holden released her neck and gazed down into her eyes. “I don’t want to only have sex with you.” His voice came out roughly, as if he’d gargled with a belt buckle, a horse bit and a swallow of whiskey.
Something moved behind her eyes that he didn’t know how to read. Then the warmth was back, her chocolate eyes melting as she stared at him. Running her tongue along her lower lip, she surged upward for his kiss. “I know,” she said a split second before their mouths met.
He angled his mouth over hers and drove his tongue deep, tasting her desire. A ripe peach. That’s what she was. All curves and softness and sweetness. Dipping into her mouth was like lapping at whipped cream drizzled with chocolate—a decadent sugar high.
He trapped her with his hips and ground his erection into her pussy. With a groan, he dropped his forehead to hers. “Fuck, I can feel your heat through your jeans.”
“It’s hotter inside the jeans.”
“Have mercy.” All his worries about their rocky reunion and the strange tangle with Jens vanished, and suddenly he was alone on this ridge with the love of his life.
“Never.” She ran her palm down his abs and captured his rigid cock. Through his jeans, she stroked him. Each pass of her fingers over his bulbous head made him grind his teeth. Pleasure licked at his insides.He inched his fingers beneath the layers of her shirts and met with searing skin. Words sprang onto his tongue. The things he’d thought about while in Alaska—how he adored her musical laugh and the way she nibbled at the tines of her fork after she took a bite. Now he loved her for even more reasons, such as the fact that she dressed like a country girl and fit into the ranch as a man’s hand fit a work glove.
“I can’t get enough of you. You smell so damn good.” He nuzzled her breasts through her shirts as he circled her navel with a thumb. His cock hardened another fraction when she brought her hips upward against his.
Raking her nails down his spine, she wrapped her thighs around his hips. “Take me, Holden. Right here. Now.”
The need to drive into her tight sheath was more than he could bear. In seconds, he had her jeans and panties shimmied down her hips, her shirts off and her bra unhooked. She nudged his pants down too and eased his thick cock onto her palm.
Staring into his eyes, she stroked him. Juices oozed from the tip, and she smeared her fingertip through it. The sun was warm on his back but a cool breeze teased at their exposed parts. He covered her more fully with his body to keep her warm.
“Come into me, Holden.”
For a frantic minute, he warred between giving her what she wanted and giving her what he thought she needed. Right now, she wanted his body, but later, she may think back on this encounter and wish they’d continued with their sweet picnic.
She rocked her hips, and her wet pussy lips engulfed his swollen cock head. A full-body shudder passed from her and into him.
“Oh, hell!” With one hard thrust, he sank deep into her pussy even as he pinched her nipple.
Crying out, she squeezed her eyes shut, and bliss painted her features into a masterpiece. Behind her, the colors of the landscape contrasted with her dark hair and eyes. The creamy hue of her skin turned to gold beneath the midday sun.
He withdrew almost to the tip and then slammed back into her deeper than before. His balls were bulging and his heart throbbing. When her walls suddenly tightened around him, he slid home again and again until she tipped over the edge.
Feeling her splinter around him, her pussy contracting madly, sent him out of control. A primal cry burst from him as white-hot jets of come soaked her.
At that moment, they sucked in matching gasps. Her gaze met his, frantic with a what have we done?
Now for the blurb so you can read more of the scorching menage.

 One man by day, the other by night. With cowboys this hot, who needs sleep?


Country Fever, Book 1



Eight months after her lover, Holden, went off to join the Alaskan fishing fleet, Laurel gave up on him and soothed her broken heart by focusing on her dream of owning a small organic farm. Now her crop is growing—and so are her feelings for Jens, the hunky rancher who owns the land she’s tending.

Behind her affection for Jens, though she hides a secret: she still aches for Holden. If Jens knew she once loved his best friend, she fears he’ll walk out on her, too.


When Holden returns to find his girl in Jens’s arms, he’s nearly crippled with jealous rage. And with fear that she’ll run away from them both unless they figure out a solution—fast. It’s Jens who comes up with the crazy-hot idea to share her. 


As their three-way dance of seduction heats up, the sexual and emotional barriers fall like dominos. But now it’s Jens who’s holding onto a secret. One that could not only destroy their tenuous bond, but leave them all without a home. 

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Monday, 18 February 2013

Monday Memes #2

They say better late than never! Today's memes should cheer you up when you get home from work (unless you're on the West Coast of th US and I may still catch you for breakfast).






 Hope you all have a great week.

Monday, 11 February 2013

Monday Memes

When we were deciding what we wanted to put on the Love, Lust and Lipstick Stains blog, we realised that absolutely no one likes Monday. It's the time of week when we feel most down. So we thought we would cheer you up. All week I will be searching for the best jokes and memes on Facebook and Tumblr. This week I'm a bit thin on the ground with jokes and memes as I only had one day to prepare. Some of the jokes will be smutty, some just funny.  Beware, though... I LOVE Grumpy cat.







Hope those cheered you up today. Look out for more next week.

Sunday, 10 February 2013

Welcome!

Welcome to the Love, Lust and Lipstick Stains blog! If you follow us on Facebook then you know that we are devout romantics who love nothing more than a bit of spice on the side. We've finally decided to expand into blogging to bring you more of what you love - steamy excepts, romantic moments and a few laughs along the way. Remember to join us every Wednesday for out Hot Hump day Excerpts and keep an eye out for fun author interviews and the funniest/sexiest web pics from the week before.