Saturday, February 15, 2014
Congrats to Kaylyn D and H.B. for winning two free books off of my backlog of titles for participating in the Evernight Love Scene Blog Hop!!
Monday, February 10, 2014
Tyler Robbins has come roaring back onto the scene as a part of the Alpha's Claim Manlove Anthology with her story The Becoming. As always I'm thrilled to play host to yet another one of her beautiful (and deliciously hot) stories!!
Every year, wolf packs along the Texas Gulf Coast gather for what is known as the becoming. A ceremony where young adult shifters transition into their wolf form for the first time and when each wolf’s spirits selects their destined mate.
As the son of an alpha, Josh Spinner has dreaded this day ever since he first realized he was gay, but planned to go through with the becoming, denying his true self forever.
Braden Scott, the only son of an exiled omega wolf, has lived in the shadows of shame since his father’s banishment before he was even born. The becoming was his only shot of ever being accepted into the fold.
Neither man expected their undeniable attraction and neither are prepared for the fallout that follows.
Natural selection separates the men from the boys, but destiny seals their fate.
Braden followed him for several minutes until the light from the campfires faded into the darkness behind them. Out of breath and feeling like he was about to come out of his own skin, he backed off. “I’m just trying to figure it out, man.”
In an instant, Josh stopped, turned on his heel and charged at Braden, slamming him against a tree.
Braden’s heart jumped, and his cock thumped the second he felt Josh’s erection pressing against his hip.
“Leave me the fuck alone.”
Braden drew in a deep breath to calm himself. “Why?”
Josh’s nostrils flared, and he seemed to search Braden’s eyes. The tight strain on his brow loosened with each passing second, and he slowly released the intimidating hold on Braden. “Because you’re gonna fuck everything up.”
Confused, Braden reached out and gripped Josh’s shoulder. “I didn’t do anything.”
Josh’s gaze drifted down to Braden’s mouth, and he licked his lips. “My future’s been planned. I’m destined to be an alpha.” Pausing, he clenched his jaw and blinked rapidly as though desperate to explain. “But I’ve never—”
“So you do feel it?”
Josh pushed away. “My whole fucking life I’ve waited to feel … that. Whatever it was.”
“I have, too.”
Josh’s chest rose and fell, and his expression twisted. “They won’t allow it.”
“You don’t know that.”
He shook his head. “Yeah, I do.”
“Are there rules?”
“Rules?” Josh stepped back and laughed sarcastically. “Some rules are the same in all societies, shifter and human.”
Braden reached out for him, unable to go another second without touching the other man. “I have to know.”
“This.” He grabbed Josh by the collar of his shirt and jerked him near. “I gotta know, even if it’s just one time, how it feels to be true to myself.”
Josh closed his eyes. His nostrils flared wide, and his hands trembled as he grasped Braden’s shoulder.
Braden’s shaky exhale echoed between them, and he inched closer until he could literally taste Josh’s breath. “Gotta—”
Josh’s mouth engulfed his, and Braden whimpered from the rush of emotions bombarding his entire body like hot coals from a raging fire zapping out one by one, torpedoing his skin, inch by glorious inch.
Braden wrapped his tongue around Josh’s and sucked it into his mouth, deeper and deeper, as if consuming the other man would satisfy his insatiable appetite for more. He jammed his hardened cock against Josh’s and dry humped him through their jeans. “Feels so right.”
Tyler Robbins’ Author Bio:
Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.
Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she's taking.
Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that gray hair is merely God's graffiti!!
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Friday, February 7, 2014
Valentine's Day is a time of love and togetherness.
As a vixen of erotica I love love and everything that goes along with it! And I'm not alone. Evernight Publishing is filled to the brim with authors who feel the same way and absolutely adore sharing their love with others.
One way we all like to do this is through hot and steamy or sweet and delicious love scenes!
Evernight Publishing is hosting what has to be one of their hottest blog hops in order to celebrate the holiday of love! Each participating author will be giving you, the reader, a free love scene! As you make your way through the blog hop you'll find that each of us has a special excerpt just for you. You'll find extended scenes from your favorite books, new scenes featuring Evernight characters and even some well loved scenes from published Evernight books.
Now the love scene that I'm presenting to you happens to be from my current WIP the highly anticipated Wolves of Flathead Book #2 The Beta's Beloved!
Book #1, The Alpha's Ardor, introduced us to wounded werewolf Declan Adair and Alpha Law Carson who takes him in and steals his heart. (If you haven't done so already make sure to grab a copy of The Alpha's Ardor so you'll be all caught up on the happenings in Flathead!)
The Beta's Beloved will bring us back to Flathead and show us just what's been going on with Declan's twin brother Lachlan and Law's younger brother Trace!
So finally, I give you a never before seen love scene!
Trace leaned down and took Lachlan’s mouth in another deep kiss. Before he pulled back Trace grabbed one of Lachlan’s hands and guided it towards Lachlan’s cock.
“I want to watch.” Trace rasped. Lachlan jerked and stared up at him in surprise but Trace just leaned over and ran the flat of his tongue across Lachlan’s nipple. “I want you to do it.”
“I-I thought you … I thought we were …” Lachlan stuttered, face red as he stared up at Trace, his one hand still caught in Trace’s grasp while the other clawed at the rug beneath them.
“We will. We definitely will. But not this time, not this quick. This time I want to watch you fall apart like this.” Trace urged Lachlan’s hand closer gently. “Can you do that?”
“Yeah.” Lachlan breathed out and Trace saw the moment he gave into the idea. He couldn’t help but grin, sharp and wide, when Lachlan finally gave in, wrapped his hand around his cock and reflexively squeezed. Trace felt Lachlan’s hand flex in his own, felt his fingers squeeze as he gave himself a tentative stroke. It took a minute before Lachlan really looked relaxed and comfortable but he slowly began to develop a rhythm as Trace pulled away.
“Good?” Trace asked, entranced with the way Lachlan’s mouth had gone slack with pleasure. He couldn’t resist the urge to kiss at the length of Lachlan’s exposed throat, to run his teeth across the delicate and sensitive skin and watch as the light red marks he left behind instantly disappeared.
“Uh huh.” Lachlan’s ears were flushed and his mouth was open enticingly. Trace found his attention drawn to the way Lachlan’s cock was rigid and weeping in his hand. Trace wanted a taste, wanted to slink down and take Lachlan into his mouth but he stayed strong. Instead he pressed closer to Lachlan. He rubbed the aching curve of his own cock against Lachlan’s side and moaned against his throat at how good the pressure felt even with his own pants still in place.
“Can’t wait to have you. Get you all open and wet and needy. Been thinking about how well you’d take me for forever now.” Trace breathed against Lachlan’s ear. “Might make you ride me so I can watch you. Or maybe I’ll put you on your knees, wrap a hand in that hair of yours so I can see you take my cock up close.” His eyes clenched closed at the desperate, needy sound that ripped its way out of Lachlan in response. “You like that? The thought of me on you? In you? Making you mine in a way you’ll never be able to erase. I bet you’d get on your knees for me right now wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.” Lachlan hissed out, voice gone rough and broken with want. “Want to. Want to be on my knees for you Trace. Please.”
What did you think?
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It's been a pleasure to have you by and I hope you'll be on the look out for The Beta's Beloved!
Before you go be sure to make your way through all of the rest of stops for more hot, steamy love scenes of all flavors and the chance to win The Grand Prize! One lucky winner will receive a $100 Visa gift card for a night out to be randomly chosen from all blog comments.
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Monday, January 27, 2014
Understaffed, overworked and generally exhausted contractor Ricci DeAngelo still has to contend with a long subway ride at the end of each day. The last thing he expects is to fall head long into a relationship while dozing on the train. But that’s exactly what happens when a sexy and equally exhausted stranger falls asleep on his shoulder one night.
Ricci’s nap partner ends up being Layton Callis, an equally overworked pâtissier who looks and smells good enough to eat. When they unexpectedly fall into a routine of napping together on the late train Ricci finds himself in a unique position. He can continue only seeing Layton during the week and spending his weekends in a sleepless mess. Or Ricci can step up and see if he can get Layton to agree to wake up next to him on a more permanent basis.
“I’m going to kiss you now.” Ricci blurted it out and watched Layton’s eyes go wide and then soft and hot. He reached out and put the empty mug on the bedside table beside Layton’s.
“If that’s how you react to coffee, I’m definitely going to have to cook breakfast…” Layton’s teasing was drowned out as Ricci pushed forward and kissed him.
It started slow, just like the kiss from the night before. Ricci teased the seam of Layton’s lips with his tongue, licked at the corners of his mouth leisurely for a moment before he swept inside. He chased the taste of coffee around Layton’s mouth, learned the curve of his teeth and the wet, hot strength of his tongue all over again. It was good, better than any kiss Ricci could remember at the moment. It only improved when Layton pressed closer until Ricci was forced to lean back completely against the headboard so Layton could crawl forward onto his lap.
They broke the kiss slowly and stayed where they were for a moment, faces pressed close as they both panted for air. Layton moved first. He slid his hands up the wide expanse of Ricci’s chest and then down over the curve of his shoulders as he ducked his head so he could place nipping kisses on the base of Ricci’s neck.
Ricci groaned and tipped his head back to give Layton better access while he clenched one hand in the sheet beside him and trailed the tips of the fingers on his other hand down Layton’s bare back until he could palm the curve of his ass.
Layton whined, a sweet high-pitched sound, when Ricci squeezed his ass lightly and then he set his teeth to Ricci’s skin harder in response.
Ricci bucked his hips upwards as he hissed at the sting. They both groaned low and long when the rapidly hardening jut of his cock pressed against Layton’s through the thin fabric of their sleep pants.
“You said I could touch you.” Ricci’s pulled Layton closer to him with the hand on his ass and finally untangled his other from where it had begun to claw at his bed sheets. “I really hope you meant it.”
“I meant it.” Layton’s words were broken by the way he panted against the curve of Ricci’s neck. “I definitely meant it.”
Saturday, January 25, 2014
COWBOYS MINE by Stacey Espino
Western Menage (MFM) Romance
Releasing January 22nd from Evernight Publishing
Eva Ford lives a sheltered life on her small rural farm. At twenty-two, she feels the need to spread her wings and start her own life, planning a trip to the city to show her prized cows. Colton and North McReed from the next ranch over are determined to make sure she stays out of trouble.
Twin brothers, Colton and North, have always loved little Eva. She's their rock in life, the one pure thing in their otherwise dark existence. Their abusive father ran out on the family years ago and their mother suffers from a serious addiction. They never look at Eva with desire...until they spend a week alone with her in the city.
Everything changes when Eva and the cowboys realize just how deep their love for each other runs. Once their passion is unleashed, it's impossible to contain. But can their unorthodox relationship last? Will sex ruin the friendship of a lifetime?
North was ready to brawl. In fact, he craved it like never before. Pain would be preferable to the ache in his heart. Somewhere along the line he began to see Eva as more than the sweet girl next door. Somewhere along the line he’d fallen in love.
What he didn’t understand was Colton’s sudden disinterest. Their feelings for Eva always mirrored each other’s. Half the time when he’d escape to the Ford house, Colton was already there. They’d come on the trip specifically to keep Eva out of trouble, but instead, his twin was turning a blind eye.
They ate dinner in silence. North watched the sky turn from blue to black, every darkening shade bringing his anxiety to a new level. She still wasn’t back. God knows what that cowboy was doing with little Eva. The thought of his filthy hands on her made his blood boil. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could sit still with his imagination running wild.
He was just about to bolt from his seat when the door to the trailer opened. Cool air flooded the interior and the sound of Eva clearing her throat made every live wire inside him suddenly lose power. He exhaled a nervous breath, glad she was at least home safely.
“Told you I’d be back in one piece,” she said as she hung up her cardigan. “There’s no need to go hunting me down. Seriously.”
She started to climb up into the loft.
“Where’s lover boy?” asked North, no humor in his tone.
“His name is Wade, and he just dropped me off, like a perfect gentleman.”
“That why he had his lips all over you?” asked Colton. His brother was just as unimpressed, even though he’d condoned the behavior.
“Hush you!” Eva slipped under the covers.
“You haven’t eaten,” said North.
“Wade bought me dinner.”
He ground his teeth together, stifling a growl. The sound of that man’s name on Eva’s lips made him see red. If he never heard the name again it would be too soon.
They secured the trailer and turned out the lights before joining Eva in the bed. He tossed his shirt and lay down on his back, staring up at the low ceiling. She was already comfortable, obviously not feeling the volatile energy keeping him awake. He kept as far to his side as possible, the cold wall of the trailer chilling his arm. Every time she shifted in the bed, he tensed.
“I’m cold,” she murmured, cuddling closer to him. The heat of her body scorched his bare skin. In a matter of days, everything changed for him. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he wished he could go back to the way things were. Uncomplicated.
He tried to get away from her but he was trapped in the tight confines of the sleeping area. He held his breath as she ran her palm over his chest, over and over in small circles. Her touch had always been soothing—not so much anymore.
“What’s wrong with you?” she whispered against his neck. His eyes lolled back in his head. Even her fucking breath was sweet.
“Nothing. Go to sleep, Eva.”
“You’re acting weird, North. Is this because of Wade?”
He decided the cowboy was a safer topic than his changing feelings for her. “I don’t trust him.”
“Just don’t is all.” He rolled to his side and away from her. It didn’t feel right going to sleep on a sour note, but he couldn’t have this discussion now. Mrs. Ford was the one to teach him and Colton not to speak out of passion. It was always best to confront a person with a level head, after cooling off and replaying the events over in your head. He usually didn’t take the advice, but tonight felt like a good time to start.
“Will you two quiet down,” said Colton.
Eva pressed her body against his back. Why had he taken off his shirt? He needed layers between them—many, many layers.
“I know what I’m doing,” she said in a whisper. “You don’t have to worry about me.”
“I’d worry less if you spent more time with Bessie and Ruby than that drifter.”
“He’s not a drifter.”
“Why you defending him?” he asked. “You act like you’re already an item.”
She kissed his shoulder. “I just want you to be happy for me, North.”
“It doesn’t matter what I think.”
“It does. You’re the one who taught me how to rope a calf, and even though it took me weeks to learn, you never got impatient. You protected me when Jameson’s dogs got loose.” She ran her hand delicately down his arm, her fingers lingering over the raised scars on his forearm. “You bought me a corsage when no boy asked me to prom. Remember when the three of us danced in the rain that night? My dress was covered in mud.”
“Well those are just examples of why I love you so much. It doesn’t feel right doing anything without your blessing.”
He wasn’t sure he could ever give her what she wanted.