Wednesday 30 September 2015


Thanks so much for having me on your blog with my new release Sunshine and Love. Like all of the MM stories I’ve written so far this one took me by surprise.

I’d found a yummy man candy pic to share with my reader group the RavDor Chicks. This hunk to be precise.

Source:
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I wondered what hero he might be, and in our ensuing brainstorming session we came up with the following. He was a Dom, struggling with who he was. A single dad in need of a nanny. Oh and wouldn’t it be cool if this was a MM….

That’s all it took for my muse to sit up, rub her hands in glee, and force my fingers to the keyboard.
Sunshine and Love was born, and I had oodles of fun, and also shed a tear or two in the writing of this story. Hopefully, you lovely readers will go through the same emotions.

As an aside, if you’ve read Under his Boss, you will also recognise a few familiar names, as they make an appearance in this story. J


Now, to quote Jordan…Sunshine and Love is all you need….


Blurb:

He needs a nanny not a submissive…

Aaron Gibson is struggling with his many hats—single dad, business owner, Dom. His desperate search for a suitable nanny for his daughter Sunshine grinds to a halt when Jordan Carole walks into his office.

This inked biker is certainly not your ordinary kind of nanny, but the man’s instant rapport with his daughter convinces Aaron that Jordan is perfect for the job. All Aaron has to do is keep his hands off his nanny—simple, right?

Well, it would be if the two men could ignore the combustible, sexual tension between them. Jordan wants nothing more than to be allowed to take care of his new boss and his adorable baby.

If only he could convince the stubborn man that Sunshine and Love is all they need.

Adult Excerpt:

This close to the man he loved Jordan lost his composure, and before he could lose his bottle, he smashed his lips over Aaron’s. The other man’s surprised grunt granted him access, and Jordan wasted no time in slipping his tongue past the cool lips he’d been fantasizing over for weeks now, and deepened the kiss. The very scent and essence of Aaron Gibson exploded on his taste buds, and when Aaron kissed him back, the last semblance of rational reasoning fled Jordan’s brain. Tongues dueling and teeth clashing, this wasn’t just a kiss. It was punishment and connection all rolled into each other, as Jordan put all of his emotions into the frantic and ever more passionate kiss. When he ground his erection into his boss’s groin, and felt the equally hard ridge of his employer’s own need, he pulled away to study him. Aaron’s azure gaze was almost black, as his pupils dilated in his arousal, and chests heaving, they stared at each other.
“Fuck, we can’t do this.”
Aaron’s strangled groan broke the last of Jordan’s restraint, and he grasped hold of the other man’s stiff cock. Even through the fabric separating him from his prize, the heat of Aaron’s shaft branded him, and his boss groaned when he rubbed the flat of his palm up down Aaron’s dick.
“Dammit, stop.”
“No, I won’t. I want to taste you, Sir.”
Jordan dropped to his knees and closing his eyes, nuzzled into Aaron’s groin. Aaron’s hiss in answer and the way the man’s hands fisted in his hair made him bolder, and pulling away he looked up at his boss, while running his hand slowly up his thighs. The muscles bunched under his fingertips, and Aaron groaned and shook his head when Jordan reached his belt buckle and slowly undid it.
“Fuck, you really don’t have to do this. I … fuuuck.”
Jordan grinned as he pulled down the zipper, and reaching into Aaron’s boxer briefs, pulled out his boss’s cock, and licked across Aaron’s sensitive cock head.
The pressure on his scalp increased, and the slight pain fueled his own arousal, as did the drop of pre-cum that appeared on the slit of his lover’s magnificent dick. Aaron’s cock hardened further in Jordan’s fist, as he slid it slowly up and down Aaron’s thick and heavily veined shaft. The action pulled the other man’s foreskin back, and Jordan licked around the exposed, swollen head. A deep groan and yet more of the other man’s musk was his reward. Bringing his free hand up to fondle his boss’s heavy balls, he grasped the base of Aaron’s peen and hollowing out his cheeks, took as much of him in his mouth as he could.
Jordan closed his eyes and gave himself up to the heady sense of power that being on his knees and going down on another man always gave him, as he drank in Aaron’s unique spicy, salty musk, content in the knowledge that at this moment in time, the man was his and his alone.
When he came up for air, grazing his teeth along the sensitive flesh in his mouth as he let go of Aaron’s cock, he glanced up and grinned at the man who was watching his every move through hooded eyelids.
“Still think we shouldn’t be doing this, Sir?” he asked with a smirk, and gasped when Aaron yanked his head back by his hair.
“Watch the sass, boy, and finish what you fucking started, before I come all over your face, and then tan your damn insolent ass for not taking no for an answer.”
The strain behind those few words spoke of Aaron’s need for him, and Jordan grinned around his mouthful of cock, as he went back down on his boss. Aaron swore when his cock hit the back of Jordan’s throat, and he swallowed around it.
“Fuck yes, just like that.” With those growled words the last of Aaron’s restraint broke, as he took over, and hands buried in Jordan’s hair, fucked his mouth with total abandonment. Relaxing his throat muscles Jordan relished in the feel of being used for this man’s pleasure, and gave himself over to the satisfaction to be found in that. The pain in his dick added to the sensation overload, as did the sound of the door opening, and the soft feminine gasp that barely registered over the roaring in his ears. He was so damn close to coming in his pants like a randy teenager it wasn’t even real and the knowledge that someone—no doubt Nicole—was watching him go down on Aaron made the whole thing ten times hotter.
Grasping hold of Aaron’s ass cheeks he renewed his efforts to make the other man come, and when the muscular globes clenched under his digits, and Aaron thrust into Jordan’s mouth in one last, un-coordinated move that threatened to cut off Jordan’s air supply, he knew he had him.
With a muffled groan, Aaron shot his cum down the back of Jordan’s throat, and he did his best to swallow the other man’s seed. The pressure on his head let up, enabling Jordan to pull back slightly, and Aaron’s furious curse bounced through the room, even as his cock continued to pulse inside Jordan’s mouth and he continued to milk the last few drops out of his lover’s junk.
“I’m so sorry. I … I’m sorry.” Nicole’s bumbling apology registered as Aaron pulled his cock out of Jordan’s mouth and yanked his trousers back up with another muttered curse.
Jordan couldn’t help it. Looking across at a red-faced Nicole who still peered at them through the slightly open door to Aaron’s office he winked at her and burst out laughing when she turned even redder and shut the door.
“This isn’t fucking funny.”

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Author bio

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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Tuesday 29 September 2015

Hi everyone. My hubby and I are taking our boys on a road trip, so I won't be around for the next two weeks. But have no fear, I have lined up some amazing authors who are ready to step in and take over my blog. Please don't forget to drop in and say hi to them :-)

Plenty of photos of Australia's beautiful landscape to follow. I can't wait to share my gorgeous country with you all.

Monday 28 September 2015



Title: Lipstick
Series: The Black Dress Chronicles
Line: Romance on the Go
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Pages: 35

Buy links:
Evernight Publishing: http://goo.gl/4m2wmP

ARe: https://goo.gl/L8L8IF

Hashtags: #evernightpublishing #zombiesmutness #sexyread #romanceonthego #blackdresschronicles #zombiesarehot #paranormalromance #eroticread #zombieerotic #maskedaffair

Blurb: Black Dress Chronicles, 1

The perfect shade of lipstick can lead to the perfect opportunity for sin…

When living-challenged author Claire Presswood gets invited to go on a night out on the town with her two best friends, she isn't prepared for the evening that awaits her. Hungry and overworked, she arrives at a masked party at an art museum in time to meet debonair artist Maxwell Douglas. One look from his luminous eyes and Claire knows this will be a night to remember.

Be Warned: light BDSM, spanking, sex toys

Excerpts
Nice:
“What do you think? Does this lipstick make me look fat?” I eyed the mirror and mushed my lips into a moue.
“Oh my God, Claire.” Rachel rolled her eyes and snorted. “Fat? Really?” She smoothed on a shade of cranberry red that looked dazzling with her preternaturally enhanced olive skin. The girl made being a vampire look good.

I gave her a thumb’s up.
“Yes. Fat. Come on, guys. I need something different. Nothing too…edgy.”

“Edgy, huh?” Carmen snickered, her kitty shifter cattiness coming into play. The Latin beauty grinned. “You should be worried about it making you look dead.”
Carmen sauntered over to the makeup counter where we were trying on new shades of lipstick and selected a tube, twisting it open. She grimaced and shoved it back. “Some of these…ugh. You might as well be trying out for the circus. Why don’t you try something a little more drastic? Like this one?” She lifted up a black tube and opened it to reveal a shade of purplish brown that I loved.

 “Sin” was one of the hottest colors around. I actually had it in my makeup bag at home, but tonight wasn’t about scaring up a bondage partner. It was more about having a normal night out with the girls.
“I already have that one. Too leather club. I want human. Natural.”

Carmen snorted and twirled a finger in her hair. “Honey, I love you, but one thing you are not is human.” 
“Bitch.” I turned my head from side to side. Nope. The earthy shade was appealing and didn't make me appear like a candidate for the coroner’s office.

 Score!
“Maybe, but you know I’m right. Can’t have you going to the party looking like a zombie now, can we?”

“Ha ha.” The comment stung, but Carmen did have a point. With my complexion, if I got something too red, I’d look like I’d just eaten someone’s face off. Something too light? Postmortem ice queen with no color at all. Finding the right lipstick was an art and apparently a forensic science.
“All right, fang girl. Are you ready yet? Because I am.” Carmen poked Rachel in the back with her long red fingernail and smirked. “The party is going to be over and all the hot guys taken before you get your vampire ass out of that chair.”

Naughty:
“What would you like to see first?” Maxwell's eyes resumed their fiery trail down my body.
“How about that spanking bench?” I smiled, letting him lead the way.

He led me to it and I leaned forward onto the padded seat, deliberately giving him a stellar view of my backside. Rachel was right about the dress. It was perfect.
“Is this right?” I feigned ignorance, waggling my ass in the air.

He moved behind me and as I arched my back in a provocative pose. He sucked in his breath. “Yes. I'd say that's just about perfect.” He pressed his erection against my ass, grinding it against me.
I moaned deep in my throat, sure that this had to be some kind of dream. Moisture pooled in my slit and hunger clawing at my insides. A low keening growl escaped my lips and I froze.

 Bad zombie.
He reached around and kissed me, his breath falling short as he took in the slight glow of my eyes.

“Exactly.” He opened my mouth, sliding his tongue against mine, urging me to respond.
I accepted the challenge, savoring his mouth. His scent was earthy and his essence made me want to devour him.

He broke the kiss and leaned back, his gaze meeting mine. 
“God, my palm itches to spank you,” he breathed, reaching for an errant curl that had fallen across my face. “You are intoxicating.”

I took his hand and placed it on my breast, eager and more than ready. I turned in his arms and pushed my ass alongside the erection straining against his trousers. I imagined it inside me, pressing in even closer.
“I want you,” I breathed.

“Well then, there is just one little thing we need to remedy.” Maxwell's voice was low as he ran his hand in a light trail down my spine.

“Really? What's that?” I shivered as his hand traced lines down my body.
“The dress. It has to go.”

“Ummm.” I lifted my arm and his hand found the zipper. As he slowly moved it down, the dress loosened and he pulled it over my head. Clad in the thong, lacy-topped black thigh-highs, and shiny black stilettos, the chill of the room had fine goosebumps erupting all over my skin. My nipples pebbled with the delicious blend of cold and desire and maybe just a little fear. This man could do anything to me and who was to say the woman in his pictures upstairs was even alive?
The danger sped up my heart and made my juices flow.

About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author and she loves to write on the naughty side. She is a contributing author to Tease to Please, Demons Imps and Incubi, Opposites, Sci Spanks 2014, Sci Spanks 2015, Spank or Treat 2014, Just Desserts, Lucky Stars, A Christmas To Remember, Taboo II, Forbidden Fruit, Gingerbread Dreams, Club Rook: The Series, Sweat, Bossy, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Unwrap these Presents, Wicked Things, Unbound Box, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume II, Hell Whore Volume II, Can’t Get Enough, Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission, Hungry for More, Gratis II, Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers, Kink-E magazine, Bondage Bites (upcoming), Eternal Haunted Summer,  Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Coming Together: For the Holidays, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love, Summer Love and Dirty Dates (upcoming 2015) among others. She is the author of Lipstick, The Science of Lust (upcoming 2015), Dinner Date, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board (upcoming), Red Hot (upcoming), Work Release (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming),Tethered, Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.

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Saturday 26 September 2015

Waves madly Thank you so much for letting me hijack your blog.

I’m so excited. Sybille’s Lord is ready to jump onto your eReader.

This is the third story in the Moon Curse series, and I’ve had so much fun writing them.

Compromised, the first story is a prequel, and a free read. That’s Theo and Mijo’s story. The rest of the books are their children’s stories as they try to make their family’s fortunes

You can download Compromised  here on the Evernight website, or from Amazon, Are or Bookstrand

The second story is Lord Suitor. That’s Tessa’s story. You can buy that here on Evernight, or from the aforementioned sources.

And now drum roll book 3, Sybille’s Lord is out on 11th September and yes you can get it from Evernight here

That of course is Sybille’s story.
Blurb…

When you have to marry to save your family's fortunes, and the man of your dreams offers for you, you ought to be ecstatic, right?

Not, if you want it all, you're not. Having witnessed first hand a love match in the shining example of her parents, Sybille is not prepared to settle for anything less than true love.

Thomas, Lord Jeavons might have proposed, but does he love her? Especially once she tells him her secrets.

For his part, Thom is enchanted, and far from being put off by Sybille's demands, he vows to do everything in his power to convince her that he is the only man for her—both in and out of the bedroom.

With her family's good name at stake, can they solve all their issues before it is too late and find their own happy ever after?

And your tease…

“Consider yourself properly betrothed. Shall we celebrate?” He put her down, but didn’t let go of her.

Luckily. The room spun as she tried to stand, and she clutched the arms that held her. “Er, one moment.” She shut her eyes and then opened them cautiously. Nothing moved. Satisfied she wouldn’t disgrace herself and be sick, she nodded. “How?”

“Oh I’m sure we can think of something.” He snagged a bottle of wine and two goblets, and with his arm over her shoulder, steered her toward the door. “Shall we see what we can come up with?”

Several hours later, Sybille opened her eyes and realized she lay snuggled and sated next to Thom in a sumptuous four poster. They had, she decided, indeed seen what they could come up with. Several times. In a myriad of ways. Who knew a cravat could have so many uses? Her body flooded with heat as she remembered how he’d covered her eyes and told her to use her senses and just feel.

Even better were the scenes that flashed though her mind when he’d handed the now mangled cravat to her, and with a wicked grin, said simply, “your turn now.”

She used it to tie his hands, an act that both surprised and excited her, and, she judged, him as well. Eventually, after he’d entered her in more ways than she’d thought possible, culminating with her on her knees and him behind her—no pamphlet she’d seen had talked about that—they had collapsed in a heap on the bed. Sweaty, happy, exhausted, and in her case, knowing it was perfect.

It seemed Thom agreed.

As he slid out of her, he rolled to one side, scooped her up and settled her in the crook of his arm. “That was everything…” He yawned. “All…I love…” He sighed, yawned again and snored.

Sybille stifled the ready giggle that begged to be released. Mind you, he had worked hard, been incredibly inventive and…she yawned as well. Ten minutes wouldn’t matter.

Those ten minutes had turned into many hours. She turned her head, and noticed the first rays of dawn were showing though the windows. They’d hadn’t even got around to closing the shutters before they’d tumbled onto the bed.

Sybille moved her head cautiously and looked at the slumbering man who held her tight in his arms. He looked so innocent, which was a description she decided could never be used when he was awake. However, at that moment, she itched to see how long the expression or attitude would last. She reached behind her and used her forefinger to poke the easiest bit of flesh she could reach. His stomach.

Thom jumped, grunted, snorted and snored. Sybille wasn’t sure whether to laugh or shout in his ear. At least he hadn’t passed wind.

She had no idea what time it was, around five or six she decided, and although not the time she would normally rise, even in the country, she wanted to talk. She wriggled around, and did her best to ignore the part of his anatomy that was once more making its presence known to her, by pressing on her rear.

No, she amended her thoughts, needed to talk. To find out what happened next. She poked him again.

“Stop wriggling woman, unless you want to wake every inch of me.” His voice was husky from sleep, and the grumbling note in it was patently false. “It’s barely daylight. Time for a snooze and then wake up and play. I need rest, you wore me out.” He didn’t sound at all concerned, more the opposite.

“We need to talk,” Sybille said. She tried to twist around to look him in the eyes, but Thom merely sighed, yawned and tightened his grip.

“Later, much later.”

“No, now. I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh lord,” Thom, and pressed a feather-light kiss on her neck. His breath was warm in the early morning air, and Sybille shivered.

“Cold? I can help.” Thom purred the words. “I seem to have been woken up and now I’ve got an appetite.”

She wriggled a little more. “Well, something’s woken up.”

Thom had her on her back and had moved over her so fast she hardly had time to blink.

“So shall we feed it?”

Sybille opened her legs and welcomed him inside her. The warmth of his staff in her, his body around her and showing her what she meant to him, was oh so welcome. She met him thrust for thrust, reveling in the way his breath became increasingly choppy and his skin dotted in perspiration.

Thom stiffened, the corded veins on his arms standing out as he did his best to stave off his climax. As her own climax crested and threatened to break, Sybille tightened her inner muscles and dug her heels into his back.

“Syb… sweet lord, I can’t hold back.”

“Good…ah…” She let her own climax peak and crash, as with one last thrust, he shouted his own completion.

It was several minutes before Sybille was able to think coherently once more. She realized that Thom was still slumped over her and although she reveled in how she could be responsible for the state he was in, she became ever more conscious of the state she was in. Pins and needles in one leg and a desperate need to use the chamber pot. Which luckily was in the bathing chamber.

 If only she could work out how to get to it.

Happy Reading,
Love R x

Friday 25 September 2015

Five star review for A Conquest Like No Other. I'm so excited!

http://www.exquisitereviews.com/index.php/2015/09/15/a-conquest-like-no-other/

This is the first book I’ve read from Emma Anderson and I was worried that I would be lost since it was book two in the series… HOLY CRAP do I want more…
The premise for this book is genius and I love the twist… The story of the four horsemen has always been a source of fear for many people. Emma has found a way to humanize them and give them understanding beyond their jobs… I cannot be happier to have read this book.
The prologue for this does a great job in introducing the characters and making sure the reader can follow the story.
Nikki is a nurse who along with her BFF is kidnapped and then rescued by, Chaos, Devil, Judge, and her mate Vyper. Nikki’s life has been hard and is still dealing with the nightmares from her past.
Vyper is the bad boy womanizer of the group, that after a great loss can’t stand to be close to anyone for fear of losing them.
I loved these characters not only were they believable but they are memorable. I love a book where you enjoy the characters and the storyline far more then the sex. Now don’t get me wrong the sex was hot but the story was better. Don’t just get this copy get the first in the series Devil Takes his Innocent and your copy of this book at Amazon or at Evernight Publishing.
I give this book 5 diamonds and can’t wait to read the next book in the series…

Thursday 24 September 2015

A couple of weeks ago, I began thinking about what I was going to do. I started writing about the many characters in my head because it allowed me to stay at home for my boys. I'm actually a trained teacher. Anyway I was hoping my writing career would offer me enough income to cover my boys high school fees. They are quite reasonable considering the cost of some of the private schools here. But that hasn't happened. I'm sure it would if I could produce more books a year but that just isn't how I work. Things have to be logical in my stories and I'm sure you've noticed if you've read any of my books, I put an emphasis on the emotions of my characters. It all has to make sense in my head first. That's just who I am. I make a connection with the voices in my head, and I have to share that with my readers. Many other authors do it well in a much shorter time frame than me. I sometimes wish I could do that, but I can't and that's okay. I'm proud of what I've accomplished so far in my writing career.

Anyway, long story short, I will continue to write, but it will be around my other paying job now. I'll be relieving at schools which will allow me to still attend the many specialist appointments for my youngest boy. Please be patient with me, I will be around and will definitely still be sharing my character's stories.

Now, on a side note, has anyone seen my mojo? It seems to have up and left me wordless. I have Chaos's story to write and share the trouble his mate gets into but as soon as my fingers hit the keyboard they freeze, refusing to move. How frustrating! I wonder if it has anything to do with the driving holiday I'm taking with my three boys (Hubby is included in this description) next week. I hope that's all it is and when I get back my fingers start to fly across the keyboard again.

At least that's given me a chance to fiddle with the YA book I submitted to Evernight Teen a few months back. They liked it but before they will accept it I need to make a few changes. Damn showing rather than telling. I'm still falling into that trap of telling. Maybe it's the teacher in me!

Saturday 12 September 2015


Alpha Blood (Pack Warriors #1) 
By: Elena Kincaid
Release Date: September 3, 2015
 
Blurb:

Gemma, a she-wolf, alone and in unbearable pain, cries vengeance against the evil man who caused her suffering.  Jordan, alpha of the White-Moon pack, the largest in the country, has a war to prepare for.  Kane, his brother and beta, struggles to be worthy of the role thrust upon him.

When young girls start to disappear and rumors of a dangerous serum surface, the two men are brought face to face with their destiny.  A fiery passion blooms between Gemma and her men, one that heals her body and soul, but a dangerous war still lies ahead.  Will they be successful at stopping an evil tyrant before another girl goes missing or will Gemma pay the ultimate price?  With her life!

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Excerpt:

Gemma still ached all over, but the pain was now dull and tolerable. She knew her reprieve would be short. More pain waited for her throughout the night. Something was different, however. Warmth surrounded her on both sides as she rested on what felt like a soft bed. A pillow cushioned her head.
She opened her eyes and bolted upright when a warm, calloused hand brushed her cheek.
“Easy, you’re safe,” said a deeply rich and sexy voice. “Lie back down.”
She looked around the spacious bedroom and even through the muted light could see the room was tastefully decorated with dark wood furniture matching the dark wood bedposts. A creamy white chaise sat in the corner with a cozy-looking rich brown throw blanket dangling off the side of it. She imagined herself lounging on it with a good book and a glass of wine sitting atop the small side table next to the chaise. Gemma did in fact feel safe, safer than she had felt in a very long time. She complied with the gentle command to lie down, pulling up the chartreuse-colored sheet that had pooled around her belly when she had sat up and she sensed a blush creep onto her cheeks while doing so. The memory of what had happened earlier in the forest with the two gorgeous men beside her came flooding back to her as well. They had given her a ray of hope when she had none left.
At first she was on her guard, wary of anyone who dared approach her lest they were part of Pollux-Moon or in allegiance with them. Then she became angry that two complete strangers thought it their right to order her around, to touch her without her consent. She’d been in too much pain to realize that they only wanted to help her. So in agony and unfocused as she was, at first she hadn’t even realized that they were her mates.
Mates. I have mates. She closed her eyes briefly and savored the delicious scents that surrounded her. Her pain had been reflected in their eyes earlier when she had locked gazes with them after she realized who they were to her. One of them had hair the color of midnight and eyes of gold. His hard gaze had softened when she stopped struggling and let him examine her. She found him looking at her when she opened her eyes again.
“What’s your name?” he asked. He had a slightly deeper baritone than the one who commanded her to lie down.
“I’m Gemma. But my friends call me Gem.”
“You have a beautiful name, Gemma, Gem.” His smile was breathtaking. He looked so open and friendly, a complete contrast to how he had looked earlier when he was being bossy and commanding. “I’m Jordan. Alpha of the White-Moon pack. This is my brother and beta, Kane.”
She looked over at Kane—hair nearly as dark as his brother’s, but eyes a mossy green—and managed a small smile. Both men were large and muscular and exuded a power hard to miss. They had identical tattoos on their left pectoral—a wolf’s paw print with a wolf face inside it. The eyes of each wolf, however, matched its owner’s. A full white moon stood out behind the paw and the White-Moon pack insignia, in elegant script, rested underneath. They both sported various other tattoos, but that particular one was breathtaking.
“You had us worried there, little wolf,” Kane said. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I just clawed my way out of hell for a temporary breather.” She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
Kane looked suddenly angry. “Who did this to you?”



 
About the Author: 

Elena Kincaid was born in Ukraine and raised in New York where she currently lives with her daughter. She graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and started a graphic design business a few years later. She developed a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read and that is romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full of ideas.

When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.

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Thursday 10 September 2015

Let’s hear it for the boys! And Naughty Fairy Tales! 

Thank you so much for having me on your site today and allowing me to share my latest release, Jack and the Jean Stock, with you and your readers.  

You’ve seen them right? The erotic retellings of some of our favorite childhood stories, all naughtied up for adult consumption. Cinderella snags her Prince, Belle tames her Beast, Little Red Riding Hood humps the wolf, Alice and the Mad Hatter get down and dirty, while that rascally White Rabbit watches, and Puss and Boots, well that’s just too damn easy. J

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What’s missing? The boys!

I’m not really sure why, but when I decided I was going to have a go at penning a naughty fairy tale, I kept circling back to Jack and the Beanstalk. But Jack wasn’t materializing as a young boy, as in the original. No, his image kept presenting as a well-built, strapping Jack. Of course, you can’t have a Jack without a giant. And, oh hot damn, Jack’s giant is even hotter.  

If you're familiar with the fairy tale of Jack and the Beanstalk; I tried to stay true to many of the stories' memorable features—though I don't want to give too much of my version of the story away—I even managed to keep the famed Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, but probably not in the way you'd expect. I also gave the tale a modern update along with my own little twist, that gives Jack and his giant, a whole new connotation. 

Here’s the Blurb:

Strapped for cash and drowning in his ailing mother’s medical debt, the one bright spark in Jack Castor’s life is working his dream job for a specialty clothing manufacturer that caters to large men. Although his personal life is all but nonexistent, career-wise, he thrives under the tutelage of his friend and father-like mentor, Cronus Gigandet, a gigantic man with a heart to match. But when Cronus dies suddenly, the company’s future is thrown into uncertainty.

Titan Gigandet, Cronus’ wayward son, a giant of a man in his own right, is furious when he learns his father has included his upstart protégé, Jack, in his will, leaving him equal shares in the family-run factory. Reluctantly, Titan rescinds his own self-imposed exile and returns to a company in turmoil.

The gloves come off, and the major players fight for control. With the shareholder’s agreement about to run out, decisions concerning the business need to be made, and quick. But Jack and Titan clash at every turn. The pair is so at odds, the quarrels rapidly become physical, but fists soon give way to angry, forbidden kisses. Though the blazing new attraction does nothing to quell the antagonism or distrust between them.

While battling to save the company, Jack’s mother takes a turn for the worse. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, Titan unearths a stunning find. 

Could this new discovery be Jack’s ‘golden goose’ or just the beginning of the end to everything Jack holds dear?

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Excerpt: 18+ m/m

The big man lay there, still as death.

“Oh bloody hell!” Jack rushed to his side. Kneeling, he took his pulse. It beat reassuringly.

He was afraid to turn him over just in case he injured him more. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to get him to the house by himself.

Jack pulled out his cell phone and was about to dial 911 when Titan groaned and rolled over onto his back. To Jack’s surprise, he smiled up at him and chuckled. In his half-drunken state, his eyes were half-mast and dreamy. And once again, it hit Jack square in the gut how handsome the man was, even if he was the world’s largest prick.

“Well, come on, Englishman, help me.” He reached up.

After a moment of hesitation, Jack took his giant hand, and after planting his feet, he braced to heave the massive man back up onto his enormous feet.

But as Titan began to sit up, the easy-going expression on his face changed and too late Jack realized he was going down.

Titan might have his size going for him, but Jack knew how to fight. It was one of the good things that had come out of his on-again off-again relationship with Sergeant Tabart. Grappling with Deputy Dimples was one of his favorite workouts.

But with the element of surprise, Titan clipped him on the jaw before he could even get his bearings, rattling his thoughts.

Titan tried to straddle his prone body, taking the dominant position, but his intoxication worked in Jack’s favor.

“You fucking bastard!” Titan roared, about to drop another fist, but Jack took evasive action and craned his neck to the side while twisting his body beneath the behemoth on top of him. Slightly off balance, Titan swayed, his knee leaving solid ground by Jack’s hip. Jack seized the opportunity and bucked the bigger man, not off— he would be so lucky, but it was enough to change the trajectory of his fist. His clenched hand landed with a thud in the grass near Jack’s chin.

“You sneaky fuck, I hate you!”

That pissed him off. Jack punched the inside of Titan’s bent elbow, knocking the joint out. The big man fell forward and Jack tried to dislodge him.

They rolled and somehow Jack ended up on top. “You’ve no right to hate me,” he yelled. “I’ve done nothing to you. ‘Til now!” Looking for a little payback, Jack punched his nice strong chin.

“Umpf!”

The next thing Jack knew, they were rolling around the front yard like a couple of twelve-year-olds fighting over all the marbles.

“You took my fucking life!” Titan landed another stinging blow, this time catching Jack’s cheekbone.

“You’re insane!” Keeping up the tit for tat, Jack nailed Titan’s chiseled cheek.

“That should have been my job. My inheritance. My dad!”

“He was your dad, you freaking moron. That’s something I could never take away from you. He loved you.” Jack got the upper hand and looked down at him. “He was proud of you. Don’t ask me why. You were a lousy son. You’re the one that fucked up by staying away! You can’t blame anyone but yourself for that.” Jack punched him again. “Not even me!”

Titan growled like a rabid animal; his strength surged. Another tumble and Jack was on the bottom again. He braced himself for the onslaught to come. Luckily the ginormous man was half tired out from wrestling. Jack struggled, trying to capture his wrists and control him and the situation before he did him some real harm.

It only seemed to piss him off all the more. His nostrils flared. He gritted his straight white teeth. He continued to snarl obscenities and blame Jack for everything wrong with his life. He lowered his center of gravity as they continued to grapple. Practically face to face now, Jack cringed, afraid Titan might resort to using those sharp looking chompers since he was unable to inflict pain any other way.

He howled and dropped his cheek to Jack’s. Mortified, Jack squirmed, turning his head from side to side in an attempt to get away from the angry man. Their noses hit. Whiskers chaffed.

Out of nowhere, Titan inhaled abruptly, then his full lips grazed Jack’s. By accident of course but it was enough to peak Jack’s interest. What would he do to him if he realized Jack was aroused?

Titan continued to twist his head back and forth, as if using his forehead to hold Jack down. But with every pass he managed to swipe across Jack’s mouth.

One minute they were brawling and the next Titan captured his lips in the angriest adversarial but amazingly stirring kiss he’d ever experienced.
 
Author Bio:

H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica.

H~K

I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride.

Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.

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