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Saturday, 31 January 2015

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Friday, 23 January 2015

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Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Hot Hump Day Excerpt: Out of Control by Tory Richards

The Alaskan wilderness is the backdrop for this story about two strangers who find themselves stranded in a cabin for the winter. Both are tortured souls struggling to go on in life, only to discover survival can be found in each other's arms. 


“Luke?” His lack of response caused her to try again. “Luke?”
She saw a glimpse of naked arms and legs as he thrashed beneath the quilt. The cold apparently hadn’t affected him, but she was shivering so badly her teeth were rattling. Luke began to thrash about even more, and Charlie reached out to lightly touch his arm, gently shaking him.
“Luke.”
He moved so fast that a scream of surprise escaped Charlie. She suddenly found herself grabbed and pulled down to the bed. Before she could catch her breath Luke rolled, pinning her beneath his naked weight. It was obvious he was still trapped in the dark nightmare that gripped him and didn’t know what he was doing.
“Luke!” Panic raced through Charlie as she realized her helplessness against his strength. “Lu—”
The rest of what she’d been about to say was cut off by the sudden pressure of his unyielding mouth on hers. His kiss was rough, demanding, and frightening in its intensity. She struggled briefly but she was no match for him. He easily forced Charlie more deeply into the bed in an attack that quickly escalated into something sensual and profoundly explosive. Lost in the moment, she ceased her struggling, and began to kiss Luke back with an ardor that bordered on recklessness.
Without thinking she opened her mouth beneath his and accepted his thrusting tongue against hers. Yet when Charlie felt his hands at the buttons on her shirt she stiffened, suddenly terrified. She didn’t want Luke like this, not if he was making love to a ghost. Her fingers flew to his in an effort to keep him from undoing the buttons. She twisted her head to break the kiss, but he followed her every move.
One by one the buttons gave way and then he parted her shirt, curling his callused hand around her naked breast. His firm touch was like fire licking Charlie’s skin, causing her to cry out against his mouth with pleasure. She arched wildly with response, in spite of trying to halt his progress. Her hands moved over his naked shoulders, first pushing him away, and then clutching him to her. She cried out in pleasure when his mouth abandoned hers to latch onto a hardened nipple.
Oh God!
“Luke!”
Charlie writhed impatiently beneath him, lost in a vortex of spinning, dizzying emotions. She forgot about everything but the moment and arched her back in total abandon. It was surprising and frightening, how fast he turned her on.
“Luke…oh!”
His hand moved between her thighs, causing an explosion of sensation that consumed Charlie. The heat spiraling through her body pooled where his hand covered her. In the next instant his finger was flicking across the swelling bud of her arousal.
“Oh!”
She had to find a way to resist but the feelings he roused were like none she’d experienced before. It wasn’t until she felt his hand move beneath her long johns and slip inside her panties that real panic set in. And desire.
“Luke!”
But it was too late. His finger slipped inside her. Charlie bit down hard on her bottom lip, moaning with desire as her hunger was satisfied by that simple pleasure. She squeezed her eyes shut and moved her hips against his invading finger. As Luke finger fucked her, he paid special attention to her swollen clit.
Charlie’s breath caught when a second finger joined the first. His mouth left one breast for the other, before traveling up her chest to her throat, leaving a trail of hot little kisses. But it was what Luke was doing to the lower half of her body that caused Charlie to squirm wildly beneath him. He ground his cock against her thigh and she responded by thrusting faster against his fingers. They both made a sound at the same time. As the passion built and Charlie felt the hot rush of release surge through her body she knew it was just a matter of seconds before she climaxed. It was all happening too fast!
“Luke!”
Her scream echoed through the cabin. Finally the sound of her voice seemed to reach Luke, causing him to react as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him. He froze, the breath hissed through his teeth. He removed his cock from her thigh.
“No…God no,” he groaned, obviously misinterpreting her cry for one of fear.
Slowly he withdrew his fingers and relaxed his body, which tore a moan of deep disappointment from Charlie. She’d been so close to climaxing that the urge to put her fingers there and finish it was overwhelming. Luke rolled away from her and lay on his back, panting heavily for breath.


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Friday, 16 January 2015

First Chapter Friday- The Best Laid Plans of Boys and Men by Anne Conley


Alexander

The bell tinkling over the door announced his entrance into The Unique Hairtique, and Alexander was immediately assaulted by the scents of chemicals and shampoo.  Why did women put this shit on their hair?  This was why he went to a barber shop for his trims.  Clean smells were what he was used to, not this…


“Hi!  Can I help you?” He looked into the eyes of an angel—eyes which were a deep hazel, moss green fading to an earthy brown at the edges.  She was standing at the station nearest to the door, sweeping hair from the floor.

“Uh…yeah.”  He found himself swallowing past a sudden lump in his throat, wondering where it had come from.  Alexander Gibson was never at a loss for words, but the dark blonde hair piled into a messy bun with tendrils artfully escaping called to him.  “I need a trim.”

“I can get you.  Come have a seat.”  She emptied the dustpan into a trash can and opened a drawer on a rolling cart, whipping out a smock for him to wear.  “Same style, just a little shorter, right?”  Her fingers ran through his dark hair, sending a tremor of goose bumps up his arms.  They toyed with the silvery hairs at his temples, lightly plucking the shock of hair over his forehead.  “You like this long on top?  Or do you want it out of the way?”

“What do you think?”  For some reason he wanted her opinion.  She was quite a bit younger than him, but he was fascinated by her—her lips, her eyelashes, the rosy bloom on her cheeks.  He’d always had that shock of hair there; he didn’t particularly like his hair super-short.  It was one of his best features, not that he was vain about it, but women seemed to like to play with that particular part. 

“I think it’s sexy,” she grinned at Alexander, and he felt a stirring under the smock at the way her lips formed the word.  He thought she was sexy too, but he kept that to himself.

He grinned back at her, suddenly feeling twenty years younger.  “Then I’ll keep it.”  He watched as she grabbed the spray bottle from the cart to wet his hair.  “Um… can I get the works?  A shampoo and everything?”  He suddenly wanted to prolong this experience.  What had started as a chore had turned into something he needed to savor.  He’d never had everything done for him at his barber shop, but the need to feel this angel’s hands in his hair was suddenly extreme.

Her eyes widened in surprise, but that was the only reaction to a man asking for the pampering afforded by a place like this.  Most men he knew only let the stylist wet their hair and then cut it.  She swiftly hung the spray bottle back on the cart and smiled again.  Her smile aligned something in Alexander’s insides.  This woman was doing something to him, and he couldn’t explain it.  Nor did he want her to stop.

“Sure.  Follow me back here.”  She turned and strode to the back of the shop where a row of sinks waited.  He watched her backside move under the tight black capris she wore, pretending he had ex-ray vision, ridiculously glad for the smock hiding his stiffy.

Five minutes later, Alexander was officially in some erotic heaven he’d never experienced before, and he’d completely forgotten why he’d come here in the first place, only that he never wanted to leave.  “…Christ…”  Words could not describe the feelings of her hands on his head, massaging his scalp, running through his hair, lathering it up.  “That feels so good.”  He looked up at her to see a smirk on her face.

“It’s the best part of the whole hair-cutting experience.”  Her smirk turned to a wicked grin, and Alexander was helpless to stop his raging boner.  He crossed his legs to hide the bulge.  Instead, he focused on what he could see of the woman hovering over him, rocking back and forth with her movements.

This was quite possibly the most sensual thing he’d ever experienced.  While she washed, his eyes crept to her exposed cleavage and the black lace peeking from the black v-neck t-shirt she wore.  He watched the cleavage bounce—smooth white skin, marked with a tiny mole at the top of her left breast—as she lathered his hair vigorously.  Her toned biceps and forearms flexed with the movements, and he was powerless to do anything besides close his eyes and relax with a groan.  As soon as his eyes closed, her scent overwhelmed him—a light floral scent, mixed with an underlying musk that screamed female.  He inhaled deeply, desperate to cling to the images of skin sliding across skin, tangled sheets, and sweat that suddenly invaded his mind.

The actual haircut didn’t do anything to dampen his libido, either.  Her fingers in his hair and on his neck sent a constant tickle of electric pinpricks raining down on his skin the entire time.  Jesus, he had to have this woman.  All he could think about was having those perfect breasts in his mouth, stimulating her nipples into erect buds, hearing her groan, seeing those pink lips in the perfectly formed ‘o’ of pure coming undone-ness.

She interrupted him with idle hairdresser chatter, reminding him of why he had come here.  It was almost like an ice bath.  Almost.

“So, what’s your name?”

“Alexander.”

“What do you do, Alexander?”  She tasted his name with the question, and the vague smile on her
face told him she liked the way it rolled off her tongue.  He did too.

“I’m a lawyer downtown.”  The shutter over her eyes told him what she thought about lawyers, and he honestly didn’t blame her.  He knew exactly why she felt the way she did, and a pang of regret stifled the hard-on in his pants.

“Oh.”  Her eyes fell back to her work, and she seemed to work faster, trying to get him finished.

“If it makes you feel any better, I don’t like myself, either, sometimes.”  Especially right now.  When the paperwork had come across his desk, Alexander had been all for suing the salon.  Mrs. Frizzel had suffered due to their negligence.  Since Mr. Bowers had his heart attack and had to cut back his work load, Alexander had been re-assigned the case at the last minute. 

He’d come in here for evidence against the owner of this place, not to want to bang the stylists.  But his thoughts were consumed with nothing else.  Especially when she smiled, which she was doing right now.

Changing the subject, she murmured, “Nice hairline.  You’re lucky to have a full head.”  The words left unspoken woke him up from his erotic daydreams.  …for a man your age.  What the hell was he even thinking, having physical reactions like this to a woman her age?  He had a job to do here, and he needed to get his head straight.

Feeling the need to fill the suddenly awkward silence, he offered, “How old do I look?”  His mouth obviously hadn’t gotten the memo, as he heard the flirtatious tone of his voice.
She did this cute thing with her mouth—pulling it over to the side of her face—while she swept her gaze carefully up and down his body.  He threw on his most boyish grin as her mossy green eyes scanned him.

“Thirty-six.”  He didn’t say anything, and she went back to snipping at his hair.  “Am I even close?”

“Forty-one.” She was behind him, her eyes locked on the back of his head.  He couldn’t read her expression well, but he thought he heard an intake of air.  “How old are you?”

“Twenty-three.”

Fuck.  He was old enough to be her father.  But the tingles persisted even though he now knew she was officially way too young for him.  His brain may know the difference, but his body didn’t give a shit.

“What do twenty-three-year-olds do for fun these days?”  Way to make himself sound like a fucking geezer.  If she didn’t have a pair of scissors snipping above his ear, he would have shaken his head at his idiocy.

She shrugged, putting away the scissors and getting the clippers.  “Work.  Same I imagine you did.”  Her eyes were square on him, and he was pretty sure he saw intrigue.

“And Girls’ Night Out!”  For the first time, Alexander noticed there were other women in the shop.  Three other sets of eyes were watching intently from other stations in the room, twinkling with merriment.  So they’d seen he was totally interested.  Who wouldn’t be?  She probably got hit on by male customers all day long.

One of the women was about his age, maybe a little younger, with long blonde hair and blue eyes.  She was heavily made up and wearing ridiculously high heels for someone on their feet all day.  Although right now she was lounging in her station chair, waiting for a customer.

Another girl was much younger with black hair and also blue eyes.  She had a wreath of roses tattooed around her bicep and wore jeans and Chuck Taylors.  She was smirking at them.
The last woman was downright matronly, and looked like she’d probably been working with hair forever.  Her own hair was cut well, but was a wholly unnatural shade of orange, matching her eyebrows.

The orange-haired lady spoke up, “These girls all go out every Thursday.  I think that’s Taylor’s only source of fun.  All she really does is work and read.  She ain’t lyin’ about that.”

“Yeah?”  Alexander smirked.  “Where do you girls go for your night out?”  His eyes met Taylor’s in the mirror, but she had that thoughtful look on her face, with her mouth squinched over to the side again.  She didn’t want to tell him?  Maybe he’d mis-read her.  Maybe she wasn’t interested.  
Boyfriend?

Thank God her friends were less thoughtful.  “That club over on the Frontage Road off I-20, The Orb,” answered the blonde, eyeballing him.  He thought maybe she winked but wasn’t sure.  It could have been a twitch.

“I haven’t been there, is it fun?”  Alexander didn’t go to dance clubs.  He went to bars where there was dancing and live music.  There was a huge difference, in his mind. 

From the women’s animated conversation, he gleaned the one cutting his hair, Taylor, the older woman called her, was going home to eat and change after work, before meeting them there.  A plan formed in his mind.  A plan so ridiculously stupid he forgot all about the name on his documents at his office stating Taylor as the partial owner of the business he was suing.


Thanks for reading the first chapter of The Best Laid Plans of Boys and Men, by Anne Conley.  It's available on Amazon, free for KU members, so grab your copy at Amazon.com or Amazon.co.uk




Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Promo Opp: Kindle Paperwhite Giveaway

Love, Lust and Lipstick Stains are pleased to announce that we will be running a Kindle Paperwhite giveaway in February. We would like to invited ten authors to take part. The giveaway will be run via our Facebook page and will allow participating authors to gain likes to their Facebook pages and huge exposure of their covers and buy links. We will also be featuring all authors in Read of the Week posts throughout the month and in our newsletter.

At the moment, we are trying to guage interest. This will be on a first come, first serve basis but if interest is high, we'll be making this a regular feature. If you are accepted, please make payment promptly. Payment covers delivery and purchase of Kindle plus admin fees.

Price of Promotion: $15 

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Book Spotlight: Harvest Moon by Dawn L. Lubertowicz

Abby is an average girl that doesn’t seem anything special. She doesn’t recall much about her past, but believes the only family she has is a man she calls Uncle Ben. She does have the ability to read people’s futures. One night, Abby’s average life changes when she decides to take the train instead of a cab. A mysterious man named Zero, who she feels safe with, saves her from a strange man. After that night, Zero keeps showing up and saving her.
She soon discovers that she and Zero shared a past. She finds out Zero is a wolf demon, the ability to change from human to wolf and she is a Lyking, who has mental powers. She realizes she’s not afraid of him as she becomes aware their lives won’t be the same. As Zero continues to protect Abby from strange beings, they become closer as dreams help them understand their past. He has always felt cold and distant with no concern for himself. When he’s with Abby, he feels his heart beating as he feels warmth.
He also started having urges where his body wants Abby and the wolf demon inside of him wants her blood. He can’t think of not having her in his life as he tries to stay with her longer. He soon has to decide to continue the job he was hired for or protect the one he loves from the ones who hired him.


EXCERPT
Abby blushes. She doesn’t know why, but his soft look gives her butterflies. His face seems to perk up when he sees her embarrassed. He puts his hand down, wraps his arm around her then he pulls her into him. She freezes, not sure what to do. She feels him inhaling her scent from the top of her head. She moves her face into his chest and inhales too.
He smells really good.
“Let’s do whatever you want to do,” he finally says.
She looks up at him. “Do you want to watch some television?”
“If that’s what you wish.”
If that’s what you wish?
She would rather stay like this, even though it’s odd that he enjoys sniffing her. But she doesn’t mind it. Her heart flutters each time he inhales. She smiles.

***
He doesn’t even know why he pulled her into him and why he’s inhaling her scent. His body so wanted to do this while she was working on loading the dishwasher. He could stand here all day just inhaling that sweet scent of cherry blossom. Then he starts to feel that urge again. He wants her and so does his body. He wants to feel her. He wants to smell her. He wants to taste her…again. He pauses as he opens his eyes. He feels his breathing has become erratic.
He needs to stop this.
He pushes Abby at arm’s length and looks down at her. He sees she’s concern and confused of what just happened. He knows if he continues like this, then he might do something they will both regret later. Plus, he needs to focus on the job at hand. He can’t lose focus of that as he feels a slight burning on his chest.



AUTHOR BIO:

D. L. Lubertowicz spent most of her childhood traveling the world with her family, where she learned all of the different cultures. She was born in Denver, Colorado and never stopped moving until 1990 when the Persian Gulf War forced her, her mother and her older sister to move back to the States. She finally settled down in a small town, Tunkhannock with her husband, Jason and their three “furry children”, Gremlin, Storm, and Ashes. She went to college and graduated with a bachelor degree in psychology, minor in criminal justice, and a certificate in Forensic science. She finally settled in the medical field, working at a local family practice clinic.
D.L. Lubertowicz brings great sense of humor and great personalities to each of her characters in all her stories. The combination of her endless imagination and witty personality, will keep you reading.  Each story, you will feel the pain, happiness, laugh, and cry along with the characters while falling in love with them. Take a dive into the first book, Harvest Moon: My Guardian coming out in January.



Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Book Spotlight: Hidden Magic by Nora Quick

Minn, an Earless in need of a husband, will face her greatest challenge when breathtaking adventure finds her on a lonely dark road. When a cursed girl crosses her path she is saved by the mysterious and extraordinary Tomass, a sorcerer who reveals his nemesis has entered a plot with hers. Together they join forces to unravel the dark plot of the Duchess Serinne and dark sorcerer M’Graough. Tomass is a man forbidden; a social outcast practicing dangerous magic he can’t possible suit a woman of noble birth, but he is the greatest temptation she will ever face. Trained in the sensual arts Tomass can only raise magic with her help and her body, and every day they spend together she falls deeper under his compelling spell. In a world of swordfights, magic, duels, and epic battles, they must fight for their lives to avert the war to end all wars. But can true love win the day, or is it just another spell to hold them back? When valor and strength means everything to a woman, is she brave enough to find the true strength in surrendering her passions to a demanding man who takes no prisoners?

EXCERPT:
Tomass searched the shelves and selected a red leather book. “Here’s the one.”
“Hmm?”
“Anderank told me of this.”
“And what is it?” I folded the paper and sat back, tucking my legs beneath me.
He sat in the chair opposite me, a mischievous look in those blue eyes. “Should I read a passage aloud?” Without waiting for my reply he began flipping pages, skimming until one made him smile.
“There are fifty areas on a woman’s body that can be made to give her pleasure. The small of the back and the upper spine prefer soft, gentle kisses, while the upper swell of the buttocks prefer a light but firm touch-”
“Tomass!”
He glanced up, the cover still hiding his mouth. “What?”
“I don’t want you reading that!”
“Why not?”
“It- it’s a pleasurer’s manual!”
The book sagged and he gave me a look that was an equal mix of seriousness and dark mirth. “Would you tell an equal, a fellow council member, not to read such things?”
I tried to form a response but for several long minutes no words came. He had me. At long last I narrowed my eyes. “I am going to kill Anderank.”
He’d returned to reading and looked up slyly, one dark brow raised. “Come here, wife.”
I was trying to be equitable but I wasn’t so sure about this. “Give me a good reason.”
“There is something I want to try.”
There was a sensual threat in that and instantly my body reacted like it was a challenge or a threat. Perhaps that was my problem, my entire life had been a power struggle: getting it, keeping it, earning more. Perhaps that was not what was needed here. Perhaps I had taught him it was always a contest for power, and undoing that lesson would take patience and time. My patience and my time, damn it. “If you wish to learn something new, I would be happy to teach you.”
He shifted at that, his eyes meeting mine and flitting away. In his gaze I saw a shy boy and confident man in one…there was nothing in the entire world more seductive. “I always was good with books.

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Red Sage Publishing, Inc. © 2015 All Rights Reserved

AUTHOR BIO:
I’ve been writing since I was twelve, my first story was a crime mystery set in my hometown of Detroit. An avid bookworm, I love to read paranormal urban fantasy, mysteries, historical romances, erotic romances, and erotica. I’ve worked as a waitress and an accountant, but through it all I’ve been an avid writer and reader. I love the written word so much I have a tattoo of the last 3 lines of The Great Gatsby on my arm. You can most likely find me at home lurking on Amazon and Goodreads or out at the library or bookstore.

AUTHOR WEBSITE/BLOG: http://noraquick.yolasite.com/


Thursday, 1 January 2015