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.
Tuesday, 29 September 2015
Monday, 28 September 2015
Title: Lipstick
Series: The Black Dress ChroniclesLine: 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.
Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter
@erzabetbishop.
Links:
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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.
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…
Happy Reading,
Love R x
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/
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!
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!
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/nng8jny
Amazon UK:
http://tinyurl.com/nqq458l
Amazon AU: http://tinyurl.com/ph3tw43
Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOlqDKzh5rU
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.
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.
Author Links:
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
[Evernight
has a whole line of Naughty Fairy Tales. If you haven’t, you should check them
out. More information down below]
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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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.
“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.
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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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