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New Release by London Saint James!

Published May 31, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author
 

Title: Every Single Part of YouSeries: Cinder, Book 1 Unchained Chaos Tour

Genre(s): M/F/M Ménage, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Rockers

Published by: LSJ Romance

Cover Art: Kellie Dennis Book Cover by Design

Word Count: 80k

Heat Level: 5

Release Date: May 27, 2016

Please Note: This book contains mature themes, explicit language, and sexual scenes

I am so pleased to have London joining us today. It was my pleasure to be one of the first to read the manuscript for Every Single Part of You. What a fantastic read!  Here’s my Review:

Sara Holbrook is the dutiful daughter of a senator. She knows her place, never saying or doing anything that would cause her father pain, and had never deviated from the life her father had mapped out for her—until he’d decided who she was to marry. It was then she grew a backbone and walked out on him and her would-be fiancé.

Cross and Eryk are members of the band Cinder. Their first sight of Sara left them wanting more…much more. She joins them on the tour bus and finds out what being wanted and desired means to her as the threesome make love.

 But trouble follows in the form of a crew member, Sara’s non-fiancé, and the Senator. Cross and Eryk vow to protect her forever, but in the end, it is Sara’s decision to protect them.

A lively, explicitly sexy, entertaining story guaranteed to get your juices flowing.

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Our choices are rarely cut and dry.

Sara: As the daughter of Senator and presidential hopeful Jentsen Holbrook, I spent a good deal of my life under public scrutiny. What I wore. Where I went. Who I dated. It was just the way of things. I’d become what was expected of me, until I ran from my obligations and woke up one morning in Cross de Raven’s and Eryk Hale’s world, two hot guitarists from the mega-famous metal band, Cinder. For the first time, freedom to be myself was within my reach. And along with that? Inevitable scandal.

Eryk: True beauty walked into my life, more beauty than I ever deserved. I partied hard. Rocked harder. I wasn’t good enough to touch Sara’s petal-soft skin, hold on tight, or love her, but regardless of my bad boy ways, no one was going to stop me from trying.

Cross: Sometimes, no matter how hard we fight for what we want, love won’t save the day, and truth doesn’t always set you free. Then again… Maybe, just maybe, when you find the one you’ve been searching for, love can find a way.

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Excerpt:
After a second encore song, the band exited the stage for the last time. I’d been so preoccupied watching Cinder perform for the previous couple of hours that I hadn’t thought of my father, Pierce, or the trouble I’d caused myself by leaving D.C.
I gave Briar a quick cuddle of gratitude.
My body buzzed. My ears had a strange sort of woom, woom, hum-thing happening. An odd combination of energy and weariness spread through my limbs as if I’d just run a marathon, though I still had a few more miles left in me.
Briar’s eyes were bright, face aglow. “I saw you shaking your thang during the last few songs. Was that the best show on the planet or what?”
“It so was,” I agreed.
“God.” She did a fist pump. “I can’t believe we’re going to the after party.” Briar grabbed her hair, lifted the long strands, and fanned the back of her glistening neck. “I’m totally going to hit up Fade for his autograph.” She dropped her hair and pointed to the girls highlighted by the low-cut shirt she’d worn. “It’s going here, and then I’m getting it permanently inked.”
I’m sure my eyebrows flew up into my hairline. “You’re seriously going to tattoo his name over your right breast?”
“Oh yeah. I am.” She gave me the once over, reaching for my shirt. “Unbutton some of these.”
“Hey!” I protested, swatting at her busy fingers.
“Be proud of those, babe, and show a little flesh.” Two of my button’s plinked on the floor.
So much for re-buttoning.
“That’s better,” she said, appearing pleased.
I glanced down to see a peek of my pale skin. Thankfully I wasn’t too indecent.
Briar had the whole badass rocker-chic thing happening with her dark, smudged eye-makeup, plaid school-girl skirt, and combat boots. And the looks flung my way pretty much confirmed I stuck out like a sore thumb as we were being herded in the direction of the after party.
Holding onto my hand, Briar took charge and tugged us through not one, but two security checks. My Donna Karan floral print blouse, tan capris, sweat-laden face, and blonde bedraggled hair separated me from the pack of other salivating women—and
men—begging to go where we were headed.
More crazy lights, bumping music, a bevy of voluptuous, half-dressed girls pole-dancing on a raised, slowly spinning platform greeted us as we walked through the door. More girls, wearing skin-tight, Unchained Chaos Tour shirts, and cheek-baring short-shorts served finger food and booze.
Briar snagged a beer from one of the passing booty-gals. “Here,” she said, shoving the drink at me.
I scrunched up my nose. “I’m not sure—”
“You’re letting loose tonight, chica.” She pressed the uncapped bottle into my hand. “Drink.”
Tentatively, I put the cool glass bottle to my parched lips and took a sip. I winced as the bitter brew coated my tongue. “Mm—no.”
“That’s not how you drink.” Briar took the beer from me. “Watch.” She tipped her head and chugged, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist when she finished. “Now. You try.” Back came the half-empty beer bottle.
I’d never get any peace if I didn’t at least attempt to placate her, so I went for it, eyes clenched shut, trying not to gag as the cold liquid slid down the back of my throat.
A velvet-smooth voice tickled my ear. “Way to throw one back, angel face.”
My eyes popped open, and I tried not to choke while lowering the bottle.
“Oh my God, oh my God!” Briar squealed. “Cross de Raven. I’m such a huge fan.”
He winked. “Thanks, doll.”
The beanie and the mirrored shades he wore on stage were gone, freeing his black, shoulder-length hair, and displaying the features of his perfect male-model face, unleashing a devastating pair of chocolate colored eyes.
His gaze swung to me. “Are you a ‘huge fan,’ too?”
Heat spiraled up from the depths of my core and warmed my cheeks. “Uh. Um…” I took a breath. “Well—”
“This is her first concert,” Briar said while making moon eyes at him, saving me from being a monosyllabic moron.
Cross tilted his head and took me in, from the toes of my mini-wedges to the top of my head. “You don’t say.”
I just nodded and shifted from foot to foot, fidgeting like an idiot.
“Who ya got cornered here?” Eryk asked, strolling up beside Cross.
Briar squeed her delight and grabbed onto my arm, jostling the bottle I held in a death grip. “I’m Briar Scott,” she said, “and this is Sara.”
The strobe lights pinged off one of the metal rings in Eryk’s ear as he tore his steel-gray gaze from me and over to Briar. “Nice to meet you, Briar Scott.”
Another high pitched squeak fell from her pretty, plump lips. “You, too.”
“What do you say to joining us over there?” Eryk nudged his head in the direction of a plush grouping of leather chairs and a raspberry-colored, crushed-velvet couch where several people had started to congregate. Some bleached-blonde girl lifted her shirt and flashed her large, bare breasts at Fade when he walked in.
“Uh—” My mind and voice failed me. This was so much more than a new world. I’d entered an alternative universe.
“We’d be happy to join you guys,” said Briar, hip-checking me.
Eryk’s eyes flashed and one side of his sexy mouth quirked up into a crooked, sinful grin as he looked at me. “I promise.” He gently ran the tip of his finger down my cheek, causing goose bumps to riddle my skin. “We won’t bite.”
Cross held out a big hand for me. “Speak for yourself, Hale.” He gave me a bone melting grin.
On the inside, I swooned. On the outside, I gave him my proper, practiced smile before reaching out, feeling the warmth of his long, strong, fingers wrap around mine and sucked in a breath. I swear an electric current zapped up the length of my arm from where we touched and set off a chain reaction, causing the baby-fine hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.
Eryk slung his arm around Briar’s shoulders, and she melted into his side as the four of us made our way through the energetic, loud gathering.
Apparently, I’d be partying with the rock stars tonight.

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 About London

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

A complete list of London’s books can be found on her website http://www.londonsaintjames.com. You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.

Would you like to know more? Join her mailing list for her monthly newsletter http://eepurl.com/6P2on. Or, join her book group on Facebook, Slip Between the Pages with London https://www.facebook.com/groups/SlipBetweenthePageswithLondon/

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Thank you for joining us today. 🙂

Witches & Lycans and a giveaway!

Published October 10, 2014 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

My friend and fellow Evernight Author, Kastil Eavenshade, is joining us today with her new Naughty Fairy Tale, Witches & Lycans. Take it away, Kastil!

Thanks so much for offering your blog up, Lorraine. 🙂

When I first joined Evernight Publishing as an author, I had no idea I’d make it this far. Sure, I had all these ideas for stories—both naughty and nice—but confidence has never been my strong suit. Getting an acceptance, however, takes the sting out of thousands of rejections. If anything, being with this publisher has made me want to grow as an author and make a better story. I believe in them and they believe in me.

That they created a naughty fairy tale line just thrills me. I geek out to fairy tales in all forms—books, television, and movies—give me more! For Witches & Lycans, I took the fairytale Hansel & Gretel and set it in the 1960’s. Nothing like sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll to bring together two lovers and a few friends before they head back to college. I’m going to keep this story line going and span it over several different fairy tales. I hope you stay along for the ride. Enjoy!

witches-lycans-mock-upBlurb:

John Hansel and Susan Gretel are spending their summer break back in Beowulf Hollow. Not that they have a choice, since their parents are footing the bill for college. With one year left until they get their degree, the couple decides to partake in one more swinger’s party outside of town, being held at a closed campground.

Susan’s got her eye on local bad boy named David. A past partner, she knows what to expect from his lustful nature. That her boyfriend, John, gets a kick out of watching just makes it more enjoyable for her. But she finds out that David’s more than a sexual beast in the sack.

Armed with nothing but innate powers she never knew she possessed and her lover John, Susan’s got to fight back a threat bearing down on Beowulf Hollow. An evil that manifests every twenty-five years has come back again to lay waste to the sleepy little town in the backwoods of Pennsylvania. One that starts with a pair of grey eyes belonging to a man who knows every intimate inch of her flesh—David.

Ooh! Interesting. Want more? So do I. 🙂

Warning:  Menage, explicit sexual play.

Excerpt:

She reached the edge of the clearing and entered the forest. She’d skirt the outside and watch as the others mingled. The incense burning, while pleasant, was starting to fog her brain. Her fingertips danced along the bushes. Shivers ran down her spine as a cool breeze tickled her skin. A strong, possessive grip caught her from behind.
“Change your mind about Tim?” David licked her lobe.
“No.” She moaned as his hands slipped up her blouse and rested on her left breast.
“You think he’s going to be able to handle you like me? He’s just a pup.” He tweaked her nipple.
“Playing alpha dog again, David?” She chuckled before sucking in a deep breath as David’s other hand possessed her right breast. He’d always treated these swinger retreats like the men were a pack of wild animals that needed to be tamed. Only David could have a pick of the bitches like some odd commune. He watches too many macho movies and needs to be brought down to size.
Yet, her body never listened when she tried to control the situation.
“He’s watching this, you know. I told him I’d show him how a man handles a woman like you.” His tongue lapped at her throat.
“Tim?” She tried to take offense to his crass wording, but his hand traveled the length of her belly and shoved her skirt down. Fully exposed to the air, she couldn’t deny the moisture evident below. He swiped his thumb against it and hovered the digit in front of her. Her tongue darted out, tasting her sticky sweet arousal. His cock rubbed along the crack of her ass. She took his thumb into her mouth and sucked. Not only had he followed her into the woods, David had done it completely naked.
“No. I am the alpha dog.” He removed his thumb and stuck his middle finger between her moistened nether lips. “And you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
Words wouldn’t form on her lips. All the times she’d had sex with David worked to his advantage. Each inch of her skin was known to him. He could never have her, but he owned her nonetheless.
“On your knees,” he demanded.
She dropped to his command, his thick length bobbing in front of her face. Hers to caress and manipulate, she wrapped her lips around the head. David thrust in, his hand fisted in her hair. With slow precision, he fucked her mouth. She cupped and massaged his balls, but he didn’t speed up. Her coaxing did not give her the upper hand as it had before. No, his plan was slow torture, hovering between teasing and full arousal. Another shadow fell over her.

Hot, hot, hot!

Purchase Links:

Evernight Publishing | All Romance eBooks | Bookstrand | Amazon

What did you think of this excerpt? Leave a comment below for your chance to win an ecopy of Witches & Lycans. Winner will be announced on Sunday, October 12th. Best of luck! 🙂

Spotlight on J.J. Lore!!!

Published October 6, 2014 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

J. J. Lore is visiting us as she travels from blog to blog with her new release, Unexpected. What a scintillating cover. Yummy!

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Blurb:
As two Alphan warriors on the fast track to promotion and improved status, Mikel and Felix of the Tauride have their future planned out. They intend to go from performing security duties for the Prince while he visits Earth to eventually earning the right to seek out their human mate and rescue her in some dramatic way, impressing her and earning her love. But a chance encounter with a lovely young woman sends them both down a markedly different path.

Shy Alisa Sorrel merely wanted to see a rose garden, then retreat back to her safe and sequestered life in the Women’s Refuge on Earth, but once she encounters two earnest and determined Alphan officers, she’s forced out of her shell and into a whole new world of passion.

Even as the bonds they share tighten and satisfy needs they’d never imagined, Alisa, Felix, and Mikel are soon faced with danger and betrayal from the machinations of humans and Alphans alike. The Alphans will have the chance to rescue their fair damsel after all, but will they make it in time?
Buy links:
http://www.amazon.com/Unexpected-Planet-Alpha-J-J-Lore-ebook/dp/B00NRIUX3G/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1412297511&sr=1-1&keywords=unexpected+j+j+lore
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-unexpected-1640262-340.html
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/unexpected-by-j-j-lore/

J. J. Lore Bio:
J. J. Lore needs three things; strong, black coffee, time to write, and…well…you can guess the third. When she isn’t inventing fantastical tales filled with passionate people, she’s shaking sriracha on whatever she’s eating or reading about the Justinian plague.

For updates on her erotic romance releases, visit her at: http://www.jjlore.com/

She’s also on:

Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/pages/J-J-Lore/1393971707546734

Goodreads at https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8188490.J_J_Lore

Amazon at http://www.amazon.com/J.J.-Lore/e/B00KDSRZN4/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1407368835&sr=1-2-ent and Twitter @JJLore1

New Release: The Publisher’s Proposal, Daring Desires, Book 2

Published October 27, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

The Publisher’s Proposal, Daring Desires, Book 2, is the sequel to the ARe bestseller, The Submission.

Sylvia must fess up her secrets, but things go too far when Ivy, the publisher at Daring Desires Publishing, wants to use Katia as her own personal learning tool for BDSM. What ensues is a catfight between editor and boss, as both try to win over author Katia Lane.

Katia never expected BDSM to come up when she’s invited to meet with the publisher for dinner, but sure enough, a ménage is in the making. What Katia can’t understand is, if Sylvia asked her to come, why isn’t the editor enjoying this too?

Be Warned: menage sex (FFF), BDSM, voyeurism, sex toys

 Excerpt:

Determined to win this little game, Sylvia moved up to her sub’s neck. She nipped and kissed lightly before running her tongue across Katia’s earlobe. The whimper turned into a moan and Sylvia couldn’t help glancing at Ivy out of the corner of her eye. Her boss had one of Katia’s legs lifted and she was mirroring Sylvia’s motions on the inside of Katia’s thigh.

Oh, now that’s playing dirty. I would have started by kissing her ankles.

Sylvia narrowed her eyes and decided to beat the redhead to the punch. They all knew where this was headed, and she’d be damned if Ivy got to her sweet spot first. She adjusted so that she was seated on the edge of the bed, her feet still planted firmly on the floor, and her ass hanging half off. It wasn’t too comfortable, but it gave her access to what she wanted. Katia’s pert nipples beckoned her like cupcakes in a bakery. She wanted nothing more than to lick the sweet tips of them until she was satisfied.

As Sylvia began lowering her head, she noticed Ivy had paused to watch her. The woman’s eyes were narrowed, as if studying Sylvia’s movements. That’s right, you are the student and I am the master. You better be studying hard.

With slow, deliberate movements, Sylvia swirled her tongue around Katia’s breast. She avoided the nipple with great care. When she tilted her head to glance at Katia’s face, the woman was staring at her with wide, pleading eyes. Oh yes, she knew that look and knew exactly what the sub wanted. Suddenly, Katia threw back her head, her body arched off the bed, and her eyes shut. Her breast almost slammed right into Sylvia’s mouth.

A quick glance back down at Katia’s pussy confirmed Sylvia’s suspicions: Ivy was fingering her, fast and hard. An orgasm was wracking the blonde’s body, and her moans were clearly audible through the gag. Katia was tugging at her restraints, her fists clenched.

She’s right on the edge, slipping, but not free-falling yet. Here’s my chance.

Available at:

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Tara Chevrestt is a deaf woman, former aviation mechanic, writer, and an editor. She is most passionate about planes, motorcycles, dogs, and above all, reading. That led to her love of writing. Between her writing and her editing, which allows her to be home with her little canine kids, she believes she has the greatest job in the world. She is very happily married.

Tara also writes as Sonia Hightower. Sonia writes the racy stuff and argues that she was here first. She just wasn’t allowed to be unleashed until the last year.

They both agree, however, that strong is sexy, and they don’t write the average, simpering damsel. They write about women who see what they want and obtain it.

While Tara and Sonia continue to fight over the laptop and debate who writes the next book, you can find buy links, blurbs, and other fun bits on their website: http://tarachevrestt.weebly.com/index.html or their Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tara-Chevrestt-Sonia-Hightower/218383211513877.

Spotlight & Giveaway with London Saint James!!!

Published September 15, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

It’s my absolute pleasure to welcome back friend and fellow author, London Saint James. Today we’re promoting another of her excellent novels, The Good Sister, Part One.

Don’t you just love the cover!

It gives me all kinds of ideas, creative ones mind you. LOL

Ready for a brief summary? Here it is…

Trinity Lane Winslow feared everything and lived her life vicariously through others. She dreamed of the impossible, yearning to be the kind of woman men desired—especially Reid Addison.

Reid Addison feared nothing, except how the mousey little blonde daughter of his housekeeper made him feel.  Even though Trinity Winslow wasn’t his type, there was something intriguing about her.

Lord Ashton Archer lived a fairy tale life with property all over the world, was heir to a ducal dynasty, and had women fawning all over him. Anything a man could want, he obtained by the snap of his fingers.

By a twist of fate the three of them find their way into the same illicit world of the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau. But will they find what each of them truly desires? Or will they always long for the forbidden?

Got you interested? Whet your appetite for more? Read on…

The Good Sister (Part One) Excerpt:

I walked to the staircase, rubbing at the back of my neck. I made my way down to the second floor. I stopped for a moment to stretch before reaching out to the door of my room. Strong hands wrapped around the tops of my arms, pulling my body back into a muscular chest.

“Why do you haunt me?” he whispered against my ear.

Goose bumps traversed my skin. My body, my reactions would give me away. I must find a way not to react to Reid.

“Please, speak to me,” Reid urged. “I need to hear your voice for my own sanity.”

I turned the doorknob, took Reid by the hand, and led him into my room. I turned off the lights, leaving us in dimness. The fire was low, no longer raging, but I would need to be careful. If I moved him to the settee by the dressing area there would be very little light, and he would not be able to fully see me. With his hand in mine, I took Reid to the settee. I pressed upon his chest, urging him to sit. I placed my fingertip to his lips, indicating not to speak. Reid sat. I unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time.

“There is something about you which haunts me, calls to me, makes me think—” I stopped him with my lips.

I felt his fingers on the back of my neck, urging me to stay. I pulled back, took his hand, turned it palm up, and with my index finger I wrote:  NO.

“Please, tell me who you are?”

I closed my small hand over his, giving him my final answer.

Ashton bulldozed through my thoughts. Something about this made me feel guilty, but I need not be guilty. I’d come here for Reid. All of this was for Reid.

Reid shrugged out of his shirt. I skimmed my hands over his chest then over his rippled stomach without reservation or hesitation. He was my goal, my focus, what I wanted, what I had always wanted. My hands moved to the buttons on his jeans. I popped the first button and ran my fingertips over the strength of his stomach once more, circling his navel. His stomach muscles responded with a flexing jerk.

Reid placed his nose to my hair and sniffed. I made it through the button fly of his jeans, and slipped my hand inside the denim to feel Reid iron hard beneath my hand. I stroked him, squeezed him, took in every inch of him. Reid groaned. I gripped at his pants, pulling.

Reid stood up, and removed his pants. Once they were gone he sat back down. I fell to my knees, at his feet, slid up between his legs, grasped his hard cock in my hand, and placed a kiss to the tip of him.

“Shit,” he muttered.

I lifted my hand. He quieted. I kissed his cock, and stroked his balls, but I knew he wanted hard and fast. I remembered how he pleasured himself in the shower. How he fucked Breeze. Rough. I had to be prepared to give him what he needed. It would be nothing like Ashton. I thought about Ashton again, but I plucked Ashton from my thoughts. Reid was why I’d come to France. Reid was who I desired. I couldn’t desire two men, could I? But something about Ashton was different. No, I cannot have feelings for Ashton. I mouthed the ridge of Reid’s broad head.

Reid snapped. He thrust his hips, thrusting his cock deep, grabbing at the back of my head, pushing my head down upon him, entangling his fingers into my hair, fisting.

I didn’t struggle. I breathed through my nose, relaxed my throat.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He let loose of my head.

Reid got up from the settee, grabbed his shirt then stopped. He was silent for a long moment. I watched as he pulled on his jeans, securing them. He walked to the door. In the dim light I saw him run his fingers through his hair, stopping to scrub the back of his neck. He gripped his shirt in the other hand. I wondered if I should go to him. I stood, walked to him, and reached out. I placed my hand to his muscled back.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a whisper.

Then Reid was gone.

Oooh!!! A hot one! Just the way I like ’em. 🙂

London can be found at the following places. Be sure to stalk, er, ah, follow her to keep up with her new releases and special promotions.

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Want more? Want it now? The good Sister is available at:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-good-sister-part-one-by-london-saint-james/

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http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Good-Sister-Part-ebook/dp/B009AM58KG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1347634901&sr=8-1

http://www.bookstrand.com/the-good-sister-part-one

Can’t afford to buy one today? That’s okay.

London is generously providing one lucky commenter with a free download of The Good  Sister.

Will you be the winner? Go ahead, tell us what you’re thinking.

You might be glad you did. 🙂

Winner to be announced on September 18th.

 

Spotlight on Doris O’Connor!

Published July 18, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Today I welcome Doris O’Connor to my blog. She is a multi-published author of erotic romance. It’s my pleasure to have her back with us to celebrate the release of her newest title, Tiger Scars.

Warning: Explicit language, BDSM, menage

Blurb:

Can some scars ever truly heal?

Cherie ran away from Ink once. She is not going to get the chance to do so again, but helping her heal will take all of his skills as a Dom. Using Shibari, Knife play, and Ménage sex, he shows her that pleasure can be found in the things that haunt her.

Emotionally and physically scarred Cherie has sought refuge at Club Ink, where she keeps everyone at arm’s length. When Ink forces her to face up to her demons, does her submission hold the key to her future happiness? Or will their shared past destroy them once and for all?

Not hot enough for ya? Here’s an excerpt:

She was so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her. With her arms cuffed high above her head her bountiful tits displayed beautifully, her abundant curves covered in the marks left by his claws, his cum drying on her belly, all he saw was his woman, his mate. He ground his teeth and forced his tiger to stand down, aware of Cherie’s renewed agitation. She yanked on her restraints, her expressive eyes deep pools of molten chocolate widening in fear.

“Stop fidgeting.” He delivered the words with a quick open-handed swat to her mound, and Cherie’s hips bucked off the bed. She bit her lips, and he smiled at her moan when he trailed his index finger through her wet pussy lips and up towards her anus. Her increased scent and the renewed gush of moisture coating his hand told him all he needed to know, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thought of punishment went out of his head, and instead he followed his tiger’s instincts and lowered his head. He inhaled the sweet scent calling him, his fingers digging into Cherie’s thighs to spread her wider still. Her nether lips opened beautifully, so all of her quivering, glistening cunt was there for him to feast over. He had to taste her, to bring her to the brink of orgasm again and again. His smile turned wicked, and he blew against her wet folds. Cherie bucked underneath him, her long drawn out hiss of pleasure music to his ears. He allowed himself one long, slow, lick along her slit, and then bit down on her clit.

Every muscle in Cherie’s body tensed; her breath hitched; her thighs trembled and clenched around his head, and his smile deepened. Nothing used to bring her to the brink faster. He blew against the engorged bud again and allowed his claws to run out. He dug them into her thighs just hard enough to break the skin, to remind her who was in charge.

“Do you need help keeping these open for me?” He growled the words into her pussy, allowing himself another slow lick of her sweet juices, before he raised his head to look at her.

Eyes wide as saucers, her skin flushed, Cherie shook her head, and Ink withdrew his claws and sank his thumb into her nether hole.

His tiger roared at the mark of his possession, Cherie’s whimper of submission making Ink’s cock harden in record time again.

“I can’t hear you, girl.”

He trailed the fingers of his other hand along the lips of her cunt, swirling it slowly around her pearl, and Cherie panted her answer.

“Sorry … no … oh … yes … please. Oh God, don’t stop.”

He flicked her clit once, twice, and inserted another finger into her sphincter, all the while keeping up the circling motion around her clit, designed to drive her higher and higher. His balls grew tight, and his tiger growled at the soft feminine moans filling the air.

He’d played with plenty of willing and experienced subs, and trained lots of new ones, but nothing beat the sweet responsiveness of this woman. That she would give herself so trustingly to him after everything that had happened to her, blew him away. The tell-tale tightening of her quivering muscles under his fingers told him how close she was, and he stepped up his assault.

“Remember who owns your orgasms, baby girl.”

His warning just seemed to excite her further, and he groaned watching her body climb. His cock throbbed, and he tortured himself by rubbing it along the velvet skin of her hip, leaving a wet trail of his pre-cum behind. It took every ounce of his self-control to not just allow himself to slide deep into her welcoming heat. She’d fit him like a glove the first time round, so tight and hot, it had been a miracle he’d had managed to pull out and not spill his seed inside her, like his tiger had urged him to do. He’d only ever lost control with Cherie. From the minute his tiger had scented her all those years ago, he’d known she was his, and she always would be. But he was older and wiser now, and they had a lot of ground to cover still, until they could even think of moving on. The reminder how much was at stake here focused his sole attention on the woman writhing underneath him. Her body tensed, her skin flushed all over, and just as she was about to fly off into ecstasy he withdrew.

Her eyes flew open, and she tried to tense her thighs around him to stop him from leaving. Silly little tigress played right into his hands. He bit down on the soft skin of her inner thigh and slapped the globes of her ass. The red imprint of his hand stood out against the pale skin, and Cherie froze the minute she realized her mistake.

“I’m, sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to.” Her husky whisper had him harden to the point of pain, and he slapped her ass again, satisfied to see the shudder going through her. A few more slaps followed, each one making her wetter until she twisted onto her side of her own accord, grinding her thighs together to get herself off. He put considerable more force behind his last slap to her now red-hot ass and then pulled her down the bed as far as he could, stretching her legs wide and turning her on her front.

“Such pretty words, but you don’t mean them, do you?” He stood back perusing her, and he chuckled at the mutinous look she threw at him over her shoulder.

Much better, baby. Show me some of your sass.

“Yes, I do. I’m sorry, Sir.”

He had to look away to hide his smile, but oh it felt good to have her goading him whilst she was completely at his mercy.

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Spotlight on Adonis Devereux!

Published July 16, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Today’s spotlight is on the husband/wife team of Adonis Devereux. Welcome! Take it away!

Thanks for having us today! Hi, we’re the husband-wife writing team of Adonis Devereux. You know what’s different about us? I’m sure you’re all aware of how it’s trendy for romance novels to have both the heroine’s and the hero’s points of view. Well, since we’re a husband-wife writing team, we have the advantage of the right writer writing the right gender. The Mr. writes the chapters with the hero’s POV, and the Mrs. writes the heroine’s!

We’d like to introduce today our fifth erotic romance novel set in the fantasy world of Gilalion, a place where anything is possible, especially love against all odds. The Soldier’s Lotus explores themes of slavery, revenge, and unexpected love between a white woman and a black man. Saerileth, the heroine, comes from a small island nation dependent on the larger and more powerful nation on the mainland. When she meets Darien, the large, sex-god navy captain, she remembers him from her past, though he does not recognize her.

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Blurb

One death. Saerileth had trained all her life for one death. From the time her clan had been massacred when she was five years old, until now, thirteen years later, Saerileth has sought one death. Now that she has attained the rank of full-blown Lotus, she has been sent by the Red Lotus guild to the foreign city of Arinport. But Saerileth has other plans, and the one death she seeks is more to her than the guild’s plans for her. Saerileth’s plans go awry, however, when she meets Darien, the brave soldier from her past, whom she had never expected to see again.

Darien alters everything, simply by being there, and Saerileth is swept up into a world of intrigue and assassination that makes seeking her one death even harder. But her mission of vengeance is difficult to reconcile with being the soldier’s Lotus, and in the end, Saerileth’s choice will affect three nations.

Be Warned: multiple partners, ménage sex, anal sex, m/m sex, spanking, erotic asphyxiation.

Excerpt

“I must enter you now,” Darien said, and Saerileth’s eyes widened.

“Why?”

“To prevent my crew from taking you themselves and dividing you as common spoil.”

“Can you not just order them not to?”

Darien shook his head. “They found you. If I renounce salvage rights to you, they can claim them. The only way to put you utterly beyond their power is to make you my legal concubine.”

“Then why do you not just tell them I am?” Saerileth shifted on the divan and crossed her ankles.

Darien glanced back at Kamen who stood in front of the door and looked straight ahead, bending his concentration on the invisible air. He did not make eye contact with Darien. Something serious ate at him, something that had started the moment Saerileth came aboard.

“I tried that once,” Darien said, returning his attention to the girl he knew he must couple with. “There was no contract, no witness. I didn’t want to take the girl against her will, so I faked it. We Sunjaa are the People of the Word, as you probably know. If it isn’t written down and witnessed, it didn’t happen.” Darien did not enjoy talking about this, but he wanted Saerileth to understand. “Well, my crew went ahead and raped her anyway, and I wasn’t able to do anything about it. She was their salvage, and I had failed her.”

Saerileth stood and let her pallav fall. Darien drew in a long, deep breath. Her beauty was divine, every line and curve perfect. “Your pain is fresh, as if this happened yesterday. You are a man of deep feeling.” And she laid her hand on the bare part of his chest that lay exposed from his loose shirt.

Her flesh was still cold from the seawater, but her touch was like fire on his skin, sending hunger through him. “I will take you, then.” It was half statement, half question. He laid his hands on her shoulders, feeling her delicate frame beneath his strong, soldierly hands.

All Saerileth did was look up at him through her long, black eyelashes and nod. That sent Darien over the edge. He picked her up and kissed her mouth, tasting her lips as if they were fruit. She was half his size, and he easily wrapped his arms around her back, bringing his hands to her opposite sides. She threw her arms around his neck as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and due to their size difference, she was practically perched on his massive, muscular frame. To Darien, she was no weight at all. He had carried heavier sacks of grain.

Saerileth unwrapped her pallav from her left forearm and tossed it away. With both hands free, she ran her fingers across Darien’s close-cropped hair. Between kisses, Darien could catch glimpses of her body. Under the pallav, she wore a short shirt that left her midriff bare, and the skirt she wore, though tight, accommodated a wide range of movement. The material was elastic enough to allow her legs free reign.

Darien laid Saerileth down on the divan and lay on top of her, though he rested most of his weight on his forearms and one knee that wedged itself between the cushions. So much for the pristine state of the divan! But to Darien, this moment made his saving it worth it. He wanted to be rough with Saerileth, but this was her first time with him, so he promised himself he would be gentle. By the way she ground against him and the way she deep-kissed, Darien guessed she was skilled in sex, but he could not know whether she had ever taken a man of his size inside her before. Considering she was dressed as if she had just come from the Dimadan, he guessed she had not. The Sunjaa were better endowed than the Zenji, and Darien was better endowed than any other Sunjaa he knew. And he had seen a lot of cocks in his day.

Saerileth blindly yanked at his breeches, and he blindly yanked at the shirt that hugged her breasts. They could not stop even for a moment to look at what they were doing; he needed more of her kisses. He did not want to miss one taste. He was greedy for this beautiful, pale stranger, and her clear desire for him only served to make him abandon all reason. His growl slipped past her tongue, and she responded by sucking on his bottom lip. His cock swelled, and he was obliged to reach down and loosen the strings so that his cock might burst free. When it did, it slapped against Saerileth’s belly with such a smack that she gasped and pulled away from Darien. Her eyes searched his in wonderment, as if she had discovered hidden treasure. She gazed into his eyes as her hand found his cock. Once she touched it, she smiled at Darien, let slip a light laugh, and fell to kissing him again.

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