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Saturday, 29 June 2013

Saturday Storyteller Interview and giveaway: Em Petrova

Today we are delighted to have Em Petrova with us. So we've asked her a few probing questions.

What’s your name and where do you come from?
I’m Em Petrova, native of backwoods Pennsylvania, where I write smut and raise 4 kids and a Labradoodle.

Tell us a bit about your latest release.
Lip Lock is a sexy tale of a single mom who believes she’s vanilla—until she meets the hunky orthodontist Brant Foxfire and he introduces her to the flat of his hand on her backside!

Where do you get your inspiration from?
I cannot tell a lie. I lust after my daughter’s orthodontist! And like those authors who write their enemies into books to kill them off, I wrote this hot doc into mine so I could undress him and toy with him in my mind!

What’s your biggest turn on?
Verbal foreplay. The mind is the biggest erogenous zone, and there’s nothing sexier than a few naughty words or fun banter to start the games.

If you couldn’t be an author, what would your ideal career be?
I’d be a Louisiana Voodoo Princess—dreadlocks, barefoot, and oozing sex, mischief, and mystical powers. Either that or the 4th member of the Pistol Annies country girl band.

Do you have a favourite character from your books? Why are they your favourite?
I love to write hardworking men. From cowboys to firemen to loggers to country orthodontists, my guys don’t mind getting dirty or putting in overtime—especially in the bedroom.

What’s your greatest weakness?
Two words: beard scruff.

How do you decide how hot or not your book is going to be?
Is there a choice? Hot is always better in my world!

Is the stuff you write about from experience or mostly imagination?
Most imagination, but the old “write what you know” always comes into play. I use what I know about human nature, country life, and observations of the people around me to build my characters into believable people who jump off the screen/page.

What do you do to get in the mood for writing love scenes? Candles, music etc?
Music and coffee. I can tune out the TV blaring cartoons or the food boiling over on the stove. In fact, I can find ways to twist those into sexy bits and interject them into my books.

What do you do when you’re not writing?
I edit for several publishers as well as freelance edit ( ) When I’m not working, I play cruise director for my 4 kids, finding projects, organizing games, and hauling them on new expeditions.

Tell us something that might surprise our readers.
I regularly attend Catholic Mass with my rambunctious offspring. And yes, I’m busy observing people and their relationships to use in books!

Excerpt of Lip Lock RATED ADULT:

Whir-thump-thump. Whir-thump-thump. Dr. Brant Foxfire tilted the shopping cart off its back wheels and let it slam into the floor.

A woman who was scowling at the small-town grocer’s cereal selection looked up at the sound.

Sorry,” he said as he pushed by her. “Noisy wheels.”

Oh, these carts are so old.” Her face wreathed in the false smiles he saw too damn often from women. As the only orthodontist in Reedy, Wyoming, he got plenty of female attention when mothers paraded their crooked-toothed kids into his office. And the women at the coffee shop or diner he frequented all made it a point to display their charms. More often than not he got eyefuls of flesh he had no desire to see.

While this attention flattered him, he wasn’t in the business of chasing skirts like some of the local cowboys. Long ago, he’d sworn to keep out of the beds of Reedy residents. It was too easy to ignite rumors, which for a professional man could be the equivalent of career assassination.


Goddamn cart. Couldn’t he just have a peaceful trip to the store for coffee and a frozen tray of lasagna without that whirring noise? He heard enough of it in the office from all the gadgets used to suction and clean patients’ teeth. While he loved his job, he didn’t get away from it often enough. Fifty-hour workweeks and no distractions at home…

He jerked as a woman passed the end of the aisle, carrying a plastic shopping basket over her arm.

Brant’s chest constricted a little at the sight of her long blonde braid straggling over one shoulder, the soft end kissing the curve of her full breast. Who was she? In a small town like this, he knew just about everyone, from the older citizens who frequented the coffee shop just down the street from his office to every member of the police force. And who could forget all the women he knew but didn’t want to know better?

But this woman was mid-height with all the curves and secretive allure of Marilyn Monroe. Fuck yeah, he would have remembered seeing her.

The lady perusing the cereal was staring at him, and she had that look. The one that said she was hungry for some man-prey.


Excuse me.” He quickly wheeled his whir-thumping cart past her. She grinned and struck a pose with a box of granola like a model in an ad.

In the main aisle leading to the two cash registers in Brenniman’s store, Brant spotted her again. His Marilyn. She wore a white, curve-skimming summer dress that clung to her hips when she walked. For a moment, he stared at her round ass, battling an arousal he hadn’t felt in far too long.

He might be a bachelor by choice, but he was far from dead. And this woman could raise a man from his grave.

Or from another dark pit? Brant pushed back this thought with a low grunt. He wasn’t going to think about tying this woman up or laying the flat of his hand against that lush ass of hers. It wasn’t normal, and he wasn’t sinking into that quicksand again.

The cart wheel locked up completely, and he gave it a swift kick. Then, scooping his food items out of the basket, he abandoned the cart altogether. Glancing up, he caught a glimpse of Marilyn taking her place in the checkout line. She was wedged between a mother with three kids in the back of a cartful of diapers and Franklin Worthy, an eccentric cowboy painter. And he could tell by the way Franklin looked at Marilyn that Brant wasn’t the only one to find her inspirational.

Hello, Franklin.” Brant crowded into line.

Franklin’s head was tipped down, his gaze obviously clinging to Marilyn’s shapely calves. Possessiveness flared inside Brant. Would Marilyn catch Franklin staring and let the playboy engage her in conversation? Lots of women fell for Franklin. With his long hair, French cigarettes and perfectly paint-splattered clothes, he ensnared women like cowboys roped cattle.

But not her. She’s off-limits.

For a long minute, Brant stared down at Marilyn’s bare toes peeking from her leather sandals. Christ, the woman was wearing silver toe rings. Lurid images of pulling those off with his teeth slithered through his head. He also envisioned different silver ornaments—shackles for her wrists and ankles.

No. He would not—could not—entertain those ideas. He’d left all that behind years ago when he’d lost his last girlfriend over his need to control in the bedroom.

Franklin didn’t respond to Brant’s greeting, so he ignored the painter too and instead focused on Marilyn. She was unloading her shopping basket onto the counter. Bags of beans and rice, a small amount of ground beef. A candy bar and a bag of sunflower seeds.

The corner of Brant’s mouth tugged with a smile. Sunflower seeds?

When she presented her profile, he studied her delicate jaw and upturned nose. The cashier gave Marilyn the total, and her long lashes swooped over her cheeks as she turned her attention to her purse. Her face, devoid of makeup, was country girl Marilyn before Hollywood dolled her up.

She dug through her purse and came out with a bank card. When she swiped it, Brant swore she shivered.

Gazing at her openly now, he fought to control the feelings she aroused in him. He wanted to throw himself in front of her, shield her from the leering Franklin Worthy and the frowning cashier.

I’m sorry, but your card’s been declined. Do you have another form of payment?”

Marilyn’s face mottled red, and Brant’s heart strained toward her. Eyes averted from the cashier and the customers in line behind her, she flicked through her wallet and came out with a few bills.

Take these off.” She pointed to the sunflower seeds, the beans and the candy bar.

Sure thing.” The cashier gave her a new total, and Marilyn passed her the bills.

When the cashier dropped a few coins of change onto Marilyn’s open palm, Brant’s throat tightened. Suddenly, the urge to fill that little hand up was so strong, it dizzied him.

Had he ever felt this way? The need to protect, possess, care for and claim all at once?

Marilyn grabbed her single shopping bag and hurried toward the exit. Everything in Brant’s body screamed to stop her, to ask her name and to buy her sunflower seeds.

But Franklin Worthy blocked his path, gaping at Marilyn too.

Brant nudged his shoulder with more force than necessary. “You’re next, Franklin.”

The man shot him a narrow look and began to move down the line.

In the parking lot, Brant realized he’d missed Marilyn. She’d vanished from his life as quickly as she’d come. Except she’d left him with that burning loneliness and the yearning to be more to someone.

LIP LOCK releasing June 30. Available for pre-order!

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Thursday, 27 June 2013

Thumbs Up Thursday

First Comes Marriage by Mary Balogh

I decided to review a slightly older book today because I was re-listening to it on audible.  It's such a good book I'm happy to go back to it another few times.  It's been a while since I felt that way about a book.

"First Comes Marriage" is the first book in the Huxtable Series by Mary Balogh and it follows the story of Vanessa Dew, the very plain, middle sister of the Huxtable family.

The story is set in Regency times, with all the glamour of the Beau Monde and the Season and the restrained sexuality of young women who try to hide their true feelings behind fans and long dresses.

Vanessa had been married to Hedley Dew when she was young because he had been diagnosed with consumption. The young man had died and although she loved him like a brother, there had been no real romantic spark. Her sex life had been all but non-existent.

When Elliott Wallace (Viscount Lyndgate) arrives in their small village, announcing that her 17 year old brother Steven has become the new Earl of Merton, Vanessa moves with her family to their new home at Warren Hall. It seems that Elliott has set his cap at her elder sister, Margaret, so that she can arrange the "come out" of her other sisters into society. But Margaret is in love with Crispin Dew, Hedley's older brother, who went off to war years ago. They had an understanding and Margaret believes he'll come back to her. So Vanessa steps in and offers herself as his prospective bride. But the happy couple don't like each other.  However, as good members of the ton tend to do, they suck it up and get married.

The couple have some fantastic romantic moments and some terrible misunderstandings which mean their
marriage and their marital relations have a very bumpy start.

So why do I love this book?  I love the way Mary Balogh uses language.  The book feels as if it was written during the Regency period. Her words paint beautiful pictures of the rolling estates of the aristocracy and the splendour of London during the season. Her characters are full of life and have serious flaws too.  Yes, of course the heroes are noble and honourable, even if they don't seem so at first, but they are also full of pride, stubborn, too concerned about what others think.

The Huxtables are perfect as the country bumpkins of good breeding who find themselves a part of a glamorous, yet bitchy society.

If you like a good historical, particularly Regency, then you should check out Mary Balogh's books. The sex is relatively graphic but still in keeping with the story and the era.

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Hot Hump Day Excerpt and Giveaway: Neighborly Affection: Playing the Game by M.Q. Barber

Thanks to M.Q. for a great hotttt excerpt! Read on if to banish those mid-week blues! AND don't forget to enter the giveaway below. M.Q. is kindly giving away an ecopy of Neighbourly Affection: Playing the Game to one lucky winner!
His insistence conspired with the music and the blindfold to paint a picture on the padded blackness. One in which she lay in the park, surrounded by the hushed whispers of other attendees as the orchestra played and the air cooled with approaching night.

His left arm slipped beneath her, and his chest braced her back with warmth. His legs nestled in behind her own. The music concluded as his right hand grazed her hip.

“Mendelssohn next.” His mouth hovered at her ear, his every breath a vibration. “The Violin Concerto. A quick opening, stimulating, plaintive, passionate.”

The music began. His fingers danced along her side, and his lips fell upon her neck below her ear, moving in a slow counterpoint to the speed of the violin. His thorough, unhurried appreciation claimed her full attention.

But the press of his fingers against her inner thigh forced a sound from her mouth, a mixture of pleasure and alarm. The hem of her dress had risen without her notice. The tightening in her body illuminated exactly how arousing she found his voice and his touch.

He paused in his worship of her neckline.

“You’ll need to be much quieter than that, dearest, unless you wish an audience. I confess...” His fingers teased higher with tiny circles. “I myself find nothing troubling in the thought. Your beauty in ecstasy may rival the concert itself. Certainly a show worth witnessing.”

He stroked over her panties, his fingers outlining her lips.

Her mind chased the taunting familiarity of his touch as he varied the speed.

The violin. His fingers matched its rhythm. She wished she knew the piece, which stroke would come next. Her hips rocked steadily, a metronome for his variation.

His fingers slipped under the edge of her panties. She freed her sighing moan, the relief as he pushed into her with no resistance. Pushed until his palm lay flat against her sex, his fingers moving within her, his thumb circling her clitoris.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please, Henry.”

His thumb pressed.

Her hips jerked.

“You want to come here, Alice? In the middle of the park, with people all around us? With my hand between your legs? Is that what you want?” His voice, warm and knowing, told her she did.

“Yes, yes, please.”

He obliged her. His mouth returned to her neck, her throat, her collarbone, tasting and teasing. His fingers slicked over her clitoris, dancing in and out.

The blackness in her vision grew bright as tension squeezed her eyes shut, made her body rigid with need. When she came for him, her climax unraveled long and shuddering, her panting breaths becoming soft cries on every exhale. She shook as the music drifted into silence.

She expects dinner with neighbors, but gets sex with a side of safewords.Mechanical engineer Alice still drools over her sexy neighbors a year after she’s moved in. She can’t decide whether they’re roommates or partners, but either way, they spark a wanton desire in her that has her imagination–and vibrator–working overtime.
Henry, director of everything around him, studies human nature and applies philosophies to his paintings as well as his relationships. Quirky, polite to a fault, and formal, he follows his own code of honor even when it means denying himself.
Flirtatious and playful, Jay needs stability, guidance, and to please others. His antics counterbalance Henry’s stuffy ways while he brings a level of vulnerability and fun to everything the trio does.
BDSM play with the enigmatic artist and flirtatious joker across the hall allows Alice to put aside the linear thought processes which have kept her unsatisfied and distant with other lovers. She must dismiss her preconception of love, sacrificing her independence, if she’s to find a permanent place in their beds and hearts.
CONTENT WARNING: Explicit sex, graphic language, BDSM, bondage, spanking, M/M/F menage.
Neighborly Affection: Playing the Game will be available July 1 at Amazon and other ebook outlets. Visit M.Q. at her website or Facebook, Goodreads, or Twitter.

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Saturday, 22 June 2013

Saturday Storyteller Interview: Pippa Jay

Please welcome Pippa as she talks about her latest release and how she ended up writing romance.
What’s your name and where do you come from? 
My name is Pippa Jay, and I live in the historic town of Colchester in the UK.
Tell us a bit about your latest release. 
Terms & Conditions Apply is a scifi romance short, set on a space station advertised as the perfect place for a romantic getaway, where an empathic AI fulfils your every dream and holographic suites arrange themselves to fit to any fantasy. Unfortunately my female MC is dumped by her boyfriend on arrival, and the AI is tested in solving that situation.
How do you go about creating the perfect "Swoon" worthy man? 
I don’t know that I’ve created the perfect one…yet. But generally I start with the characteristics that I like most - nice eyes, a nice smile, a seductive voice - and I build on those things. I try to vary their look now because not everyone is going to like the same kind of man that I do.
What’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you? 
This will probably sound quite sad, but I’m a scifi geek so my husband buying me the complete collection of Doctor Who microfigures was my idea of most romantic. It means he knows exactly how to make me happy.
What trait do you find the sexiest? 
I actually find a man being a little bit shy sexy.
How do you decide how hot or not your book is going to be? 
Usually the story itself dictates that. Although for my first book I was asked to step it up, and for my short the submission call specified ‘hot’. The novella that I currently have out on submission needed to be on the hot side because of certain elements of the story.
Is there any erotic scenarios you wouldn’t write about?
I’ve no plans to write BDSM, and although I’m tentatively working on a ménage, it’s likely to be the only one. I also haven’t done any F/F or M/M (although the ménage is F/F/M).
Is the stuff you write about from experience or mostly imagination? 
I take my personal experiences and expand on them, which sometimes requires a lot of imagination.
What’s your idea of a perfect romantic evening? 
Just not having the kids screaming and shouting, and just curling up on the sofa with husband, lol!
Tell us something that might surprise our readers. 
I fell into writing romance by mistake - I was writing scifi, then my characters pulled a fast one on me and totally changed the story.
About Pippa
A stay-at-home mum of three who spent twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay bases her stories on a lifetime addiction to science-fiction books and films. Somewhere along the line a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her various characters, she spends the odd free moments trying to learn guitar, indulging in freestyle street dance and drinking high-caffeine coffee. Although happily settled in historical Colchester in the UK with her husband of 19 years, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.
Terms & Conditions Apply
“Welcome to Venus Ascendant, a Public Grade space station in the Andromedan Galaxy. With our open-to-all policy, any being in the universe can find their perfect R & R, romantic getaway or dangerous liaison at our purpose built resort. The on-board empathic AI Ganesa ensures that anyone coming to Venus Ascendant will find their heart’s desire, with suites that transform from luxurious boudoirs to sunset-lit beaches to dark BDSM dungeons. So come to Venus Ascendant and find exactly what you’re looking for!”

It was meant to be a romantic getaway for Marie and the love of her life Jaisen; a chance for him to get to know her better after months of her denying him more than a few stolen kisses. Instead, Marie finds herself dumped and alone on Venus Ascendant with no credit for a transmat and the next starship home not due for another hour.

But the all-seeing AI isn’t going to leave anyone aboard the space station with their dreams unfulfilled. Marie's boyfriend might not have made it to the station, but there are others willing and able to take on the role - even if they aren’t entirely human.

WARNING - Not suitable for under 18’s due to adult content.

A 2013 Gulf Coast RWA Chapter
Silken Sands Self-Published Star Award

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Hot Hump Day: Dallas Nights by Em Petrova

Today we are excited to have a Hot Hump Day Excerpt from Dallas Nights by Em Petrova.  

To get her truck out of the Texas mud, he might have to throttle her—if he can keep from ravishing her.

When hardened cowboy Dallas comes across an abandoned truck on his land, he’s shocked to find that the driver is his first love that crushed his heart. He plans to get her back on the road as quickly as possible before he breaks his resolve to trust any woman again, let alone her.

Ellie never expected to lose control of her truck or her emotions. Coming back to her hometown after all these years was a bad idea, especially since the one person who will always hold her heart wants her to leave. Can she keep running from her mistakes, or will owning up to the transgressions that hurt Dallas return his love to her?

“Dallas.” She threw herself at him. Wrapping her arms around him and hitching her legs around his
waist, she crushed her mouth to his. The sweet flavors burst on his tongue—vanilla and sweet Ellie.

A groan ripped from his chest as he held and kissed her, letting the tension build. For long heartbeats

they were still, learning the contours of each other’s lips again. He cradled her face, angled her head, and plunged his tongue deep.

She opened to him at once, gasping around his invasion. The velvety-hot feel of her tongue against his fanned flames of desire that had never been doused. But six years later, he wanted more. And he wanted it on his terms.

He backed her against the truck, pinning her. Locking his hands under her ass, he rocked his erection into her mound.

A ragged sigh left her, and he devoured it. Scooped it out with his tongue and fed her a growl in return.

She wiggled against him, and he slipped his hands over the curves of her upper thighs. Out of his head
with need, he jerked his hips, digging his cock into her pussy.

The desire to erase all trace of Nathan Rafferty or any other man since Dallas drove him on. She might not be his now, but he was damn well going to show her that she should be.

She knocked his hat off and tangled her fingers in his hair. Small squeaks erupted from her. Bracing her between his body and two tons of steel, he peeled off his flannel, then her tank top. The tiny triangles of lace covering her full breasts made his cock ache.

She pinched the cloth between his shoulder blades and hauled his T-shirt off over his head. He caught her gaze before slamming his mouth over hers again.

Violence welled within him—not the need to hurt her, but to claim her. Grinding a thigh between her legs, he sucked her tongue. She skimmed her hands over his chest, arms, and the planes of his back.

Long ago, he’d whispered, “I’ll go gentle, Ellie-girl.”

Now he groaned, “This isn’t going to be gentle. I can’t wait another minute for you.”

“Mmm.” She bit at his lower lip, which only drew his beast to the surface.

He whirled away from the truck with her and spread her on the soft grass around the pond where they’d been lovers years before. Her hair tumbled around her face, her ponytail elastic lost. Staring up at him, she smiled.

Could he allow himself to feel for her again? He shoved down the emotion and palmed her breasts. The weight in his hands was like coming home.

Em Petrova

~hardworking heroes—in bed and out~

Monday, 17 June 2013

Monday Memes 17 June.

 It may be Monday but the good news is... it's 5 o'clock somewhere :)  Have a good week.

Saturday, 15 June 2013

Saturday Storyteller Interview: Anne Conley

Please welcome Anne to our blog - who is also our Author of the Month! She talks inspiration and the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for her!
What’s your name and where do you come from?
My name is Anne Conley, and I grew up in Houston, but currently I live in a small town in East Texas.

Tell us a bit about your latest release.
My latest novel is Falling For Heaven, a paranormal romance.  Heather is a classically trained dancer, who has resorted to exotic dancing as a means to an end.  Uri is Uriel, the archangel of destiny, sent to earth to show people their destinies.  He has been sent to Heather, but hasn't been told why.  When the Boss finally explains that Heather is Uri's destiny, he's shocked at first.  When he gets to know her, though, her realizes that she's a light in the darkness, and he sees exactly what it means to fall.

Where do you get your inspiration from?
I get inspired by lots of things.  I have a romantically inclined nine-year old daughter, who is a remarkable sounding board.  My husband also has given me some wonderful ideas.  In fact, the idea to write a series of novels about the archangels was his, although I don't believe he meant for me to take them in the direction they're currently going…I also get inspiration from music that I listen to.  I get lots of ideas while I'm driving around town, looking at people and things.  Anytime I'm still, I'm thinking of stories, some are good, and some aren't.
What’s your biggest turn on?  
I have a thing for powerful arms…Ropy, veiny forearms make me all warm and gooey.  Especially when they are set off by a tight, black tee shirt.

If you couldn’t be an author, what would your ideal career be?
*sheepish*  I've always wanted to be a circus clown.  I even know how to make balloon animals.
Do you have a favourite character from your books? Why are they your favourite?
Dalton from Dream On is my favourite, today.  He's strong, sexy, slightly irreverent, but still wants to do the right thing, like pleasing his women.  Ask me again tomorrow, and it may be someone else.  I'm fickle like that.
What’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you?
I got a heart-shaped potato for Valentine's Day from a boyfriend in high school.  Just kidding, that's not the most romantic, but it did happen.  When I didn't show the right amount of excitement, he went to the store and bought me roses.  
No, the most romantic thing that someone's done, was when my husband and I moved into our first house.  Neither one of us had much money for decorating and landscaping and such, so when I said something about wanting flowers in the front flowerbed, my husband went out into the field behind our house and dug up all of the wildflowers in it, and replanted them in our flowerbed.  So, when I came home from work, I was greeted by a colourful display of Black-Eyed Susans.  They were beautiful.  The next day, a neighbour stopped by, wondering why in the world we'd planted a bunch of weeds in our beds.  I just smiled sweetly, and told her that my husband had planted them for me, weren't they lovely?  It shut her up.
What do you do to unwind and relax?

I play with my kids' Wii when they're not at home.  Just Dance 4 is the best way to relax, take my mind of stressful things, and get my blood pumping.  And it makes me feel awesome.
Is there any erotic scenarios you wouldn’t write about?
Only scenarios that I don't know much about, like the BDSM culture.  I just don't know enough about that to feel comfortable writing about it.  I would like to learn more, so maybe that will change in the future.
Is the stuff you write about from experience or mostly imagination?
Both.  Most of my writing is based on experience, with a little of "what I wished had happened" thrown in.  Real life is better than fiction, any day.  Especially mine.  I've had a range of experiences to draw upon, and I've always loved watching people.  In college, I was the girl that sat in the corner with a beer and watched everybody.  I still do that to some extent.
What do you do when you’re not writing?
I am a stay at home mom with two children.  I also raise goats.  My mother is seventy-six years old.  When I'm not writing, I'm cleaning, cooking, tending goats, raising kids, working on my mom's honey-do list, or spending time with my husband.  Not particularly in that order.  I also manage to support a healthy facebook addiction.
I am a writer, goat farmer, mom, wife, daughter, and complete flake (at times).  I am disorganized, and my life is chaotic, but when I sit down to write, all of my experiences make sense.  Life is a journey, and I can't sit and wait for it to come to me.  I have been a teacher, a sales rep, a telemarketer, a customer service rep, slum-lord, and home repairman.  I didn't do any of those things well.  What I do well, is people.  People are fun, and I enjoy meeting (and watching)  as many as possible.
Find Anne on her website and Facebook page.
Anne's latest release is Falling for Heaven. Purchase it on Amazon, B&N and Smashwords.

Uriel is one of God's Four Winds, the Archangel of Destiny. He has helped thousands of people throughout the ages find their destiny according to His will. This time however, what he doesn't realize, is that it's his own destiny he's supposed to fulfill.  Heather is an exotic dancer, who's stage name is Heaven. It's not that that's what she's always wanted to do, it's just that it helps her pay the bills, and she's got a lot of bills, with taking care of her mother and her sister. When the mysterious Uriel comes into the club, she can tell he's different, just how different will rock her world...

Friday, 14 June 2013

Guest Post and giveaway: Elodie Parkes, author of The Winter Girl

Hi Samantha and Krystal, thank you for inviting me to the blog today.
Just a little about me so that your readers know who I am.
I live in the United Kingdom and I work in an antiques shop as well as writing. I have two dogs that keep me fit with their need for walks. I love the countryside and the coast.
I write romance, contemporary, and erotic with a twist of mystery, suspense, or the paranormal, now and then. I like to make the story unusual in some way, by a quirk in the tale.

Today we’re Exploring ‘The Winter Girl’ my new release erotic romance from Hot Ink Press.
My books are all set in Britain, and more specifically England. There are so many historic and incredibly pretty old places that give me inspiration. Often a story will start up as I pass through, or stop over at a place when I am working. Lately I’ve been sent to buy and bring back items for the antiques emporium where I work. The Winter Girl is inspired by a place I stopped for lunch.
This country town is in the middle of a huge stone circle and surrounding ring ditch. A road runs right through and is quite busy, but in good weather, the place buzzes with tourists from all over the world. There is a main street with little shops and cafés. It’s not quite as big as the place I create for the setting of the book, but it’s gorgeously quaint and steeped in history. I found the characters of my book unfolding in my mind as I walked around the place, and especially my leading male character Starr Forrester. I would have loved to meet a real Starr Forrester there, but I didn’t. I’m in love with him at the moment he’s so sexy, creative, clever, and naughty…
There was a new age shop there on the main street and it had rows of trays with many different semi-precious stones in them. There were little cards with the meaning and properties of each stone printed on there, which added to my inspiration. The book has a touch of magic, but is contemporary erotic romance.

Lily Prescott is only just over a relationship break up when she decides to take up residence in a house left to her by her recently deceased grandmother. Her corporate law job takes a back seat as she licks her wounds in the small country town. She looks around the main shopping street and discovers people who will befriend her, but she also runs into the town’s most eligible bachelor and secret bad boy, Starr Forrester. Loved for his lifelong association with the town, Starr hides his methods for staying single well from his friends. He’s nearly thirty, gorgeous, a designer, owns a business and on the lookout for his ‘Winter Girl’….Will it be Lily? What is a ‘Winter girl’?
As he reached Lily again, he took her hand and pulled her out of the sliding window and along to his house. His front door wasn’t locked and he opened it and propelled Lily into the hall. She didn’t fight it because there was no strength behind it, but she was wary.
“Ash?” she whispered.
He turned to her. “Take your clothes off.”
She thought it must be some kind of test. She said she only wanted him, and now he was testing it. It was okay because it was true she always wanted him. He only had to look at her in a certain way and her nipples hardened. She started to undress.
Ash watched her. A flicker of fear at his own emotions made his voice husky.
She was naked in front of him and he unzipped his jeans. His cock was already rock hard and pushing at his shorts. He pulled them down to mid-thigh along with his jeans.
“Turn around Lily and bend over the table.”
Lily saw nothing but sexual desire in his eyes, and she felt a surge of wetness between her legs knowing he would be inside her soon. She throbbed as she saw his erection and she turned to the hall table. She pushed a package that was on it away to the left and bent over.
Ash wanted to take her by the bottom, spread her legs and fuck her hard. He felt the thought ripple through his cock, but he moved to her and caressed her back, reaching under to glide his hands over her breasts. He moved his hands to hold one of her hips, his other hand he slid between her legs and found her entrance wet. He thought he felt her throb before he pushed two fingers into her and placed wet kisses along her back. Lily was pushing back onto his fingers and moaning. He rubbed his cock along the top of her thighs. Moisture was seeping from him. He couldn’t wait any longer and he lifted her hips driving into her from behind. Lily gasped and thrust back on him.
“Make me come, Ash, I need you, need you.”
She was being slammed against the hall table and Ash suddenly realized. He stopped and moved her, taking her to her knees and holding her against him so that she knelt on the thick hall runner. He closed his eyes as she thrust back onto his cock and heard her low throaty sounds of pleasure.
Ash let her orgasm finish and then he held her so tight against his body her bottom felt like heaven against him as he came into her. His orgasm lasted a long time and he slumped over her afterwards. He rolled them onto their sides spooned, with Lily held against him and his cock still twitching half inside her.
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