Friday, December 13, 2013

Elodie Parkes Is A Little Mysterious!!

I am absolutely thrilled to have Elodie Parkes here to talk about her newest Romance on the Go release A Little Mysterious!


He’d been sent off course…he thought he was lost…until he found Daisy.

His vampire abilities were special. He belonged to an elite group. Moving home, they are set off course by a storm that lands Dhruv alone, hungry, and desperate in a strange town.
A story of lust, love, and coincidence.

A Few Words From Elodie:

‘A Little Mysterious’ my November 27 release with Evernight Publishing was inspired by black swans and a man I met in my work. I say met, but it was a fleeting meeting. I don’t even know his name. The black swan idea has been with me since I went to Australia on holiday and saw them, flocks of them swimming in the edge of the ocean in a place near Melbourne. There was also a tame one that lived on the pond where I was renting a holiday house in Perth.

The man who inspired, Dhruv, my alpha male in ‘A Little Mysterious’ came into the antique shop where I work. He was gorgeous, so polite, and cool, that I went to the window so I could secretly watch him walk away down the street. 


“Let’s sit for a while. You can tell me about yourself.”

He watched as she placed her bag down on the pebble path, then sit down on the park bench. He sat close and breathed her in. She turned to him. There was hunger in her eyes. He knew that look. She desired him. It was strong and matched his hunger. He sighed. She was so pretty and he wanted to fuck her right then. Take her on the pebble path.

He let himself think about stripping her naked and licking her all over. He imagined stroking her stomach and then her clit. She would be wet for him, and his fingers would slide into her creamy pussy. She would moan and writhe under him, coming over and over, as he fucked her all night.

I need to feed, but not from her. I need her in a different way. I need to fuck her so hard I can’t think any more.

“Daisy…”  His voice was low and deliberately soothing. He took her hand, watching her face, waiting to see the look in her eyes that meant she was afraid of his cold touch. It didn’t come. As he took her hand, and traced his fingertips around the palm of her hand and over her fingers, she closed her eyes in pleasure, leaning toward him. Dhruv bent his head and kissed her.

About Elode:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, and Evernight.  She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Iyana Jenna's A Midnight Caller Is Just What Everyone Needs!!

Thank you so much for having me on your blog, Rebecca Brochu. I would like to share with your readers my new m/m short story, A Midnight Caller, published by Bitten Press.

Walking with your eyes closed

Have you ever walked with your eyes closed? How did it feel? Well, I never do it myself. It must have a bit claustrophobic feeling in it, and I know I’d hate to do that. It must be like doing something without knowing what you have with you, where you are, and who you are with. It’s not different from getting a call from someone you don’t know and that person keeps nagging at you and wants to meet you.

Now getting call from a stranger—this has happened to me. This guy was a friend of my friend but I totally didn’t know him. He called and texted me several times and we agreed to meet. It was kind of a blind date and we would wear this color and that. He was all right, I guess, thank goodness, but I decided not to see him anymore. Why? Well, he ended up asking me for money. I was, like, whuh? I didn’t know what to make of him. Lucky he never called me again after that.

A Midnight Caller


Actor Ashley Ferguson had received several mysterious calls for the past couple of nights. The caller said he was also an actor. Ashley tried to find out who he was and guessed it was Colt Harper, a young actor whose show was also playing on TV. Ashley thought of reporting the calls to the cops several times but he kept delaying doing it.

One night after Ashley was finished shooting someone grabbed him in the parking lot. The man said he was the midnight caller. Ashley was afraid that his earlier guess was wrong and his decision not to report to the police would end up really bad for him.


“Hey, I’m sorry, man…”
“And you said you’d call the next day but you didn’t.”
“Oh, were you expecting that? Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Shut up. I’m just so stupid. Get out of my life, okay?”
“Hey, wait. Please, I didn’t mean that. I’m so grateful you want to talk to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.”
“Yeah, I know. I mean, thanks for giving me the chance to talk to you. By the way, Ashley…”
“Listen. You sound like a good kid. Why don’t you tell me your name and end all this weirdness?”
“And then we can meet?”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Don’t you want to see me?”


About the Author:

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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Thursday, September 26, 2013

Everybody needs a little Pick Me Up!

Now I know it's been awhile but I hope you guys haven't forgotten me!  In between finishing my YA novel and desperately hunting for an agent I've managed to put together a little something for you guys.  I hope you'll give my newest Romance on the Go piece a chance!


Bryce Huttner wasn’t looking for a one-night stand or a backroom fling when he agreed to go out with Jamie and Maddy, two of his closest friends, to the local club.  But, when he encountered a charming stranger on the dance floor, the man was almost enough to make him change his mind.  That was until the encounter was cut depressingly short.

When they eventually met again, Bryce was surprised to see that Felix’s interest in him had not wavered at all.  Felix seemed determined to win him over and had a never ending supply of horrible pick-up lines at his disposal.

Bryce quickly found himself torn between holding strong and giving into the desire to let Felix pick him up for real.


“If I kissed you, would you punch me?” Felix asked. He looked down at Bryce where they stood outside his front door.

The porch light Bryce had turned on before he left shined down on them.

Bryce laughed, low and breathy, and watched the way Felix’s eyes went dark. Felix’s hand on his shoulder tightened before  loosening.

“Maybe,” Bryce said. He wasn’t serious, but was somehow unable to keep from teasing Felix. Low heat curled in his stomach, anticipation running high through his veins.

“Cold and cruel. Not sure if I want to risk it when I know how vicious you can be,” Felix said. He swooped down and did it anyway.

Felix’s mouth was soft against Bryce’s, his lips thin but soft. When Bryce opened his mouth for the welcomed thrust of Felix’s tongue, he tasted faint traces of chocolate and coffee. The kiss went hot, but stayed sweet with Felix in control, his mouth a hair shy of too gentle as he tangled his fingers in Bryce’s hair. Felix tilted his head and changed the angle of the kiss, made it deeper, hotter, a shade or two rougher, and Bryce groaned into it.

Bryce finally pulled back far enough to look up into Felix’s eyes. He stared at him, searched his gaze for a moment, and then had to admit he’d already made his decision. He’d made it as soon as Felix asked him out.

“Come inside with me?” he asked softly.

Felix’s eyes went wide then narrowed slightly. “You sure, Bryce? Because I don’t want this to be a one-time thing, I don’t want casual sex with you. If we do this, then I want us to do it right.” Felix’s face was serious, gaze sharp and attention focused.

That same warmth curl worked its way through Bryce’s chest, all because Felix wanted what he wanted. It was glorious.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure. We want the same thing, and we’ve known each other for months now. I’m tired of not admitting what I want, tired of not having you when it’s all I think about,” Bryce said, his voice low and steady, his gaze direct. He wasn’t ashamed of what he wanted, not now, not ever.

“So, I guess it’s safe to say those lines actually did work.” Felix grinned down at him, expression delighted, but filled with heat.

“Shut up,” Bryce said. The words came out as more of a huff before he reached up and pulled Felix back down into another heated kiss.

Felix ended the kiss then, pulled back and nudged Bryce forward to unlock his door. While Bryce was busy, Felix slid up behind him and dropped nipping kisses on the side of his neck. Bryce shivered and fumbled with his key as Felix chuckled, low and warm, behind him until he finally managed to get the door open.

He gestured for Felix to wait on the porch for a second as he slipped inside. He petted Snarl, reminded himself to introduce the two of them later, and then let the dog out into the fenced in yard. Felix waited for him underneath the light of the front porch. When Bryce got back, he noticed the way Felix looked, hair disheveled and mouth slightly swollen. Bryce couldn’t pull him forward into the house and another kiss fast enough.

They were noticeably wilder then. Their hands roamed over each other as Felix closed the door with his foot, and crowded Bryce against the nearest wall. Felix tugged at Bryce’s shirt until it slipped out of his waistband, and wasted no time in getting his hands on Bryce’s skin. He traced his way across Bryce’s stomach and up his chest. Felix raked Bryce’s nipples with his nails. Bryce gasped and bucked his hips up as he broke the kiss. His cock pressed against his zipper painfully as he panted up at Felix.

“Bedroom.” Bryce practically rasped the word out. He groaned low and deep in his throat when Felix’s mouthed at his neck, his tongue skating along his skin before he nipped him sharply.

Bryce pulled Felix’s shirt completely off then tugged at the fly of his pants as they stumbled towards his bedroom. Felix’s hands were just as busy, and by the time they managed to get to Bryce’s room, their shoes and socks were abandoned somewhere behind them. They stood at the end of his bed, panting, and stared at each other for a moment, and then Felix moved. He pushed Bryce, who fell back against the mattress, legs splayed and pants riding low on his hips.

Thursday, July 11, 2013

The Wolf's Moon has risen! Don't miss out!

I'm back and this time it's with a whole new genre!  Now we all know how much I love to write my delicious M/M romances but even I have to step out of my sexy box every once in a while!

Thus I give you my first full length M/F erotic romance.  A Naught Fairy Tale that will have you looking at bedtime stories in a whole new way!


Naughty Fairy Tales

Silke’s life in her village has not been easy since the death of her parents.  Things only get worse when the local healer takes her under her wing.  Branded a witch and tormented by the other villagers, Silke has resigned herself to living her life alone. 

Then a chance encounter in the woods with a dark and handsome stranger named Raoul throws Silke’s carefully ordered life off balance.  Now she has to deal with the stormy emotions that Raoul brings to life within her as she works at solving the mystery of who’s leaving gifts on her doorstep. 

When the time comes, will Silke be willing to give up everything she’s ever known for a love that’s deeper than she’s ever thought possible?  Or will she reject the gift the wolf’s moon has given her?

Raoul growls low in his throat and yanks Silke’s body back up against his own as one of his hands forces her head to tilt back.  His lips close over hers, and there’s no hesitation this time, no gentle coaxing or playful teasing.  He dominates her mouth, tongue sweeping in and going deep as he licks at the back of her teeth like he’s chasing her flavor.  Silke gives back as good as she can as she digs her nails into his naked shoulders and returns his passion to the best of her abilities.
Silke almost doesn’t feel it when he begins to move them, but she doesn’t stop him when he begins to pull at her skirt, rucking it up until he can wrap large, hot hands around her thighs.  She moans and clutches at his shoulder harder as he lifts her without any effort and presses her back up against a nearby tree as he steps into the space between her thighs.  Silke gasps, breaking the kiss and bucking her hips up into the cage of his hands as best she can.  She can feel him, can feel his heat as he presses the hard line of his cock against her.
“Raoul!”  Silke cries out and Raoul answers her by dipping his head down to mouth at her neck as he presses his hips down against her.  He racks the vulnerable, pale line of her throat with surprisingly sharp teeth before he soothes the sting with his tongue.
“Silke.”  She hears him murmur against the skin of her throat, but she pays him no mind, too caught up in the pleasure of having him against her.  Then one of his hands shifts and he trails it slowly up the soft flesh of her thigh, fingertips tracing lightly over her skin.  For the first time, despite how much she wants him, she feels uneasy, hesitant.
Raoul makes a soft noise and brings his face back up so he can capture her mouth again in a surprisingly gentle kiss.  When he pulls back his hand has stilled high on her thigh, the ends of his fingers just brushing her curls.
“I won’t take you, Silke, not here, not like this.  Just let me.  Please.”  Raoul sounds almost as if he’s pleading, as if he’s begging her to give him something precious.  Silke doesn’t want to deny him, doesn’t want to deny herself, so she looks him in the eyes and nods.

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

The Wolves of Flathead are here!!

That's right!  My newest M/M shifter romance is here and it is HOT!

The first of my new trilogy The Wolves of Flathead, The Alpha's Ardor is sure to please!  The Editor's Pick Seal proves it!

Wolves of Flathead, 1 
Declan Adair and his twin brother Lachlan are wolf shifters with no home or pack and a dark past that makes them hated by other weres. Hunted and forced to separate, Declan finds himself chased north and straight into Flathead, a large sprawling territory that is home to a single massive pack.
Unsure and more afraid than he wants to admit, Declan’s situation is only made worse by his undeniable attraction to the Flathead pack’s alpha, Law.
Law is everything an alpha should be: powerful, controlled, and surprisingly enough to Declan—kind. And when Law seems to want Declan just as much as Declan wants Law, it’s unbelievable. With a past full of hurt and the knowledge that the only one he can trust is his twin, Declan is torn between the way he knows the world works and the possibility that the alpha’s ardor might just be real.

Now if that wasn't enough to convince you check out this steamy excerpt and you're sure to see just why this story is an editor's pick!

Warning:   m/m sex, knotting
Declan froze for a long moment, but when Law moved to pull away, regret heavy on his face, he surged up off the ground, wrapped his arms around Law’s neck and pulled him back down into a bruising kiss.
Law was the one to gentle it, the one to pull back an inch or so despite Declan’s attempts to keep him close and to sweep his tongue lightly across the seam of Declan’s lips. Declan parted them instantly, eagerly, and met the slick, hot slide of Law’s tongue with his own. Law’s stubble rasped against Declan’s face, and he knew the skin there would be rubbed raw if it kept up, but he didn’t care. The feel of it, the slight rasping itch of it, sent heat spiraling through him, made him buck his hips up and into Law’s. The move caused their cocks, both bare and beginning to thicken, to rub together in a way that made Law groan low in his throat and press down against Declan harder.
Declan spread his legs wider in response, let Law settle down against him completely even as he whined low in the back of his throat. Law shushed him with gentle sweeps of his tongue as he ran long fingered hands through Declan’s disheveled hair. Their hips rocked against each other rhythmically as they kissed and a mix of sweat and pre-cum slicked the way for their cocks sliding against one another in the growing dampness between them.
Declan felt the coil in his gut begin to tighten, felt the heat of it in the base of his spine, and he could tell from the way Law’s hips were beginning to falter that he was close too. Declan couldn’t suppress the sharp bolt of fear that flared through him in that instance. Once this happened there would be no going back. Law tensed and froze on top of him and when he broke the kiss they were currently wrapped up in, Declan could see the confusion and concern in his face clearly.
“Little wolf?” Law questioned him softly, gently.
“Will this be alright? Will this be enough for us to be in the pack?” Declan blurted the words out and knew instantly that he’d said the wrong thing from the way Law’s face went dark and his shoulders rigid.
“What the hell are you talking about, Declan?” His voice was hard and surprisingly cold. Declan shivered slightly and wished he could curl in on himself, wished he wasn’t so vulnerable and open the way he was nestled underneath Law’s hard body.

Friday, May 10, 2013

Tyler Robbins has returned!!

As always I'm thrilled to have the amazingly talented Tyler Robbins back on the blog with her newest release A Beautiful Lie!!


Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.

When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.

Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.
Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?

Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.


Trip sat down, and Jesse stood over him, his hips aching to roll the second Trip took hold of his pulsing cock. Jesse’s eyes rolled instead. “Oh, God.” Heat blasted his balls, and they tightened as Trip’s fingers gently glided over the tender flesh.

“You’re hung like a fuckin’ horse.”

Jesse chuckled. “Everything’s bigger in Texas, remember?”

Trip glimpsed up at him with a shit-eatin’ grin. “Please tell me you’ve thought about this.”

Jesse bristled. His every nerve tingled at the pleading inflection in Trip’s voice. He cleared his throat and tried his best to free his cluttered mind. “I’ve imagined this too many times.”

“Excellent.” Trip’s amusement resounded in that one simple word. He flicked the head of Jesse’s cock with the tip of his tongue, further solidifying his confidence.

Jesse’s heart raced, and he bit his bottom lip, struggling to remain standing as his knees threatened to buckle. 

“Feels … so … good.” His eyes fluttered closed, but he opened them quickly. Afraid he’d miss something.

Trip gripped the base of Jesse’s shaft, and warmth engulfed every inch as his cock disappeared inside Trip’s mouth.

Jesse watched his prick dip in over and over as Trip sucked him off. Pressure built with each slow, sensual bob of Trip’s head. Jesse gasped when Trip’s fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, and toyed with his anus. “Oh fuck.”

Trip scooted to the edge of the sofa, taking in even more of Jesse’s engorged cock. Slurping sounds reverberated throughout the room, and a cool, wet sensation tickled the inside of Jesse’s thigh from Trip’s saliva.

“So fucking sweet.” Trip flattened his tongue on the underside of Jesse’s dick and lapped up the clear-pink pre-cum bubbling from the tip.

Jesse wanted more. He thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Trip’s mouth, and moaned from the pure pleasure scattering throughout his body. “I wanna fuck you so bad.” No statement had ever been truer.

As if compelled by Jesse’s words alone, Trip leaned back and spread his legs. He moved his hand to his own shaft and stroked himself slow and purposefully.

Hell yeah. Jesse licked his lips, enjoying every second of Trip’s erotic endeavor. He lowered himself to the floor, wedged his body between Trip’s legs. His hard cock jammed against Trip’s balls.

Trip took Jesse’s cock and rubbed it against his own, jerking them both off at the same time.

Jesse’s cock was a little larger, but the girth of Trip’s made up for the difference in length. “Mmm,” Jesse moaned again, seeing their cocks sliding into each other. His need to touch Trip overwhelmed him. He ran hungry fingers up Trip’s stomach and chest, lightly plucking the flesh around Trip’s beaded nipples, provoking a quick jerk from the other man.

Trip sat up, and grabbed the back of Jesse’s neck, and kissed him hard. “Playtime’s over.” He nudged Jesse back, and got up, leaving Jesse kneeling on the floor alone, his cock throbbing with only one way to relieve it.

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Monday, May 6, 2013

Raven's Back!!

Once again I have the pleasure of having the talented Raven Mcallan on the blog today!  You don't want to miss out on her newest release!

Rebecca has kindly let me invade her blog again and tell you a little about Dance to a Different Beat. I did bring cookies though.

Whenever you hear a certain piece of music it can transport you away, back in time, to a different place.  Not always nice maybe, but more often than not it is. Your first kiss, that hot summer when you went to Corfu, the very first dance as husband and wife.  Or sniff the song you heard when your boyfriend ditched you, or you failed your driving test.
Okay let's now think happy things. The dance of love. Okay smaltzy, but as Jane and Sean will tell you, there's dancing and there is d a n c I n g …
Their dancing is not conventional, but is it theirs.
I had such a varied playlist in my head as I wrote this. I tend not to write to music, but every so often a song will pop up in my mind and I'll think oh yes, that's one of theirs. Dancing, with tears in her eyes… Rhythm of the night…Oh and Mambo number 5.

 I've so enjoyed writing this, the second book in The Dance Studio Series. To think of a nondescript building in the center of Glasgow housing such a secret…

Jane has a decision to make. Meet Sean and face her demons or hide.
Sean is happy to help her, but will she let him?
All he wants is Jane and as for those demons? They're always better faced together, aren't they?

And a wee tease…
"Yeah." She spoke so softly he wondered if she really intended him to hear. "Yes, you're right. So, I'm scared, I don't want to have to make the decision that might change my life. And I thought if I goaded you to do whatever, then the decision was made for me. I'm so, so sorry."
 Bloody hellfire, she was such a mass of contradictions. And stupidity. Sean saw red—literally. A red haze covered his eyes and he dug into the denim of his jeans to stop himself smashing something. "You stupid fucking idiot. Do you know what you've just admitted?"
Anyone else would have been on their knees babbling and remorseful. Not Jane. She poked him in the stomach. The impact of her hand wasn't much, but the impact of her words were. "Yes I do, or why would I apologize? You see I thought wrongly, I could trust you not to do anything I didn't want. You're a Dom, you know these things."
"Arg." Sean lost the plot, grabbed a crystal vase from the table and threw it and the contents against the wall. Shards of glass flew in all directions, and roses and water arced into the air. "Yes, when they know the sub. For fuck's sake did you learn nothing? And don't move or you'll cut yourself." Jane had jerked away from him, and looked like she wanted to throw the coffee pot at him. "Hell Jane, what the fuck's going on?" His chest heaved and he took great shuddering breaths. "We have to sort this out now. It can't be left. Ring in sick, spend the day with me. We'll talk and see where we can go afterward." He didn't wait for an answer but lifted her over the mess on the floor before he dragged her trousers off her ankles and threw them in the direction of the broken blooms. They landed next to a rose, its petals twisted and bruised. It reminded him of Jane, but he hoped not for long.

IF you liked it, Dance to a Different Beat, is available from

Amazon AllRomance Ebooks and Bookstrand

Nosy links…

Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…        (my page)            (author page)

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Undercover Lover

Don't miss out on my newest Romance on the Go release Undercover Lover!


When vice cop Gentry Trecall is informed that he’s going to be going undercover as a hooker, thanks to the city’s latest bid to crack down on prostitution, he’s skeptical but resigned. What he doesn’t expect is to encounter someone like Dublin MacAulay, the owner of the popular night club The Pale that just so happens to be right across the street from the corner Gentry has been assigned.

Dublin’s unlike anyone Gentry’s ever met before. He gruff and sincere, trying to get him off the street. An unspoken attraction lingers between the two, but the truth about Gentry’s profession is the only thing that keeps it at bay.

When the truth finally does come out will Dublin be able to forgive Gentry for the lie he’s had to tell? Or will his undercover work lose Gentry the lover of his dreams?

"I didn't think this far ahead," Gentry admitted quietly. His lips were slick and dark from being kissed, and Dublin pulled himself back from Gentry’s neck only to surge forward again to recapture them. Their tongues slid against each other, hot and wet and deliciously dirty, before Dublin pulled back again with a low groan.
“What do you want, Gentry? You have to tell me. You have to say it,” Dublin rasped, voice husky and eyes heavy lidded.
Gentry' mouth fell open, and his eyes dropped to Dublin's lips as he swallowed hard against the wave of vicious desire that roared through him. "I want everything. I want you and me naked in your bed, or on this bar, or where ever I can have you right now. I want you to fuck me hard and fast or deep and slow. I want you to give us both what we’ve been wanting since we met, and then I want you to do it over again. Please," Gentry added. His cheeks burned red, and he licked his lips nervously as he met Dublin’s gaze head on.
Dublin didn’t say a word, but he wasted no time in ushering Gentry to his feet. He led Gentry towards the back of the club and up a flight of steps into what Gentry could immediately tell was his private office. Dublin tumbled them both down onto the couch, his hot, firm weight pressing Gentry down into the thick cushions, and then Dublin kissed him again.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Small Miracles with Ellen Holiday!

Blurb: When runaway Cal Harrison steps into a bar to escape the freezing rain, he meets Matt Kirkland, who buys him a meal and eventually takes him home for the night. But Cal’s been on hard times, and he doesn’t believe something as good as Matt could possibly happen to him. Not without setting him up for disaster. So Cal leaves—only to discover Matt’s not just a rich kid but a well-known millionaire. Soon Cal begins to question whether he should have swallowed his pride and left his difficult life behind.

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Steamy excerpt

Cal might have learned forward looking for a better view, or he could have seen Matt coming. One way or another, their lips collided; a streak of heat went through Cal and he tried to worm forward, but Matt took his chin firmly in one hand, holding him in place as they kissed. The points of Matt’s fingertips burned tiny stars into Cal’s nervous system. He leaned into him, sliding out the tip of his tongue and tasting Matt’s lips, a soft sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest. Matt’s lips were soft and patient, sucking and sipping at Cal’s mouth inch by inch, then sliding in a long, slow sweep that drove Cal crazy. His hands were on Matt’s shoulders, trying to pull him closer. He’d never in his life felt so desperate for anything. His breaths were coming short, each rasp echoing in his own ears. And still Matt held him at bay, kissing him deliberately, not reaching out even to touch him beyond the one hand on his jaw.
“God,” Matt breathed into his mouth. “God, Cal. I—”
Cal tried to cut him off, pressed forward for kiss after kiss. It was as though he’d been let free after a lifetime in captivity. He didn’t want to talk, didn’t need words or protestations or disclaimers. He needed the heat of Matt’s mouth on his, needed Matt’s lips to part and let him in. His tongue licked, bolder, along the seam of Matt’s lips, drawing out a frustrated moan and then—joy!—yielding the wet taste of the inside of Matt’s mouth as his lips opened. Cal thrust in, finding Matt’s tongue and the wet softness beneath it, tasting and feeling, making wanton noises he didn’t care to hold back. He clawed one hand into Matt’s hair, gripping his arm with the other and hauling him forward until Matt toppled with a cry and landed on top of Cal, pushing him down into the couch.
Yes, Cal was thinking. Yes. That. That weight. More of that. That’s what I need.
When was the last time he was this close to another human being? When was the last time he had dared to trust? Cal couldn't remember, and remembering just brought the tears anyway, so he banished it to the back of his head. So much easier to just let Matt take long searching kisses from his lips, to run his hands down Matt’s shirt and haul it up to feel the smoothness of his back. Matt gasped at the boldness, his lips going slack, and Cal craned his neck upward to suck on Matt’s lips one after the other. He was awake, utterly alive, and his whole body was radiant with heat and want.
Matt pulled back, rose to his knees, and looked down at him. “I really want to take you to bed,” he whispered, looking half-shocked at his own words.
Cal sat up and closed the gap between them again. That much space between them served no purpose. “Take me,” he whispered. “To bed. However. I just—yeah.”
Matt half laughed. A dimple formed in his cheek, and Cal leaned forward in a rush of instinct and kissed it. Matt’s sigh in his ear was a blissful, beautiful thing.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Welcome Aboard with Elyzabeth M. Valey!

Oh have I got a treat for you guys today!  I'm honored to have the wonderfully talented Elyzabeth M. Valey back on the blog today with her newest Romance on the Go piece Welcome Aboard!

Welcome Aboard

Isn't the cover to die for!?  But there's more! First we have a quick word from the author herself and then we have some more information on the story and your chance to win a free copy!!

Thank you, Rebecca for having me over!

Hi everyone! I’m here with Rebecca today to tell you about my latest release Welcome Aboard, a short story that belongs to Evernight Publisher’s Romance on the Go line. These stories are meant to be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting room, or right before bed. Personally, I think they’re a great way to get your romance/erotic fix.*wink*


Julie is on vacation! After months of breaking her back at the office she’s ready for a weekend of absolute relaxation: a little reading, good food and some lazing at the beach are her idea of a perfect plan. However, when a handsome man with a sexy smile and naughty accent takes the seat next to hers on the train she’ll enter a wicked ride of passion and delight that will blow her mind and body away.  

Julie’s naughty journey bump starts on the train when the passenger next to her catches a glimpse of what she’s reading on her e-reader.

As it turns out, she’s immersed in an erotic novel. That got me thinking, what do you guys think about reading erotic romance in public places? Sexy? Inappropriate? Embarrassing? Something that’s better done in private?

Personally, I write them and plot them in public places, (mainly on the bus, since it’s a long commute), so reading them doesn’t pose a problem. For many, the issue is not so much the material as it is the racy covers. E-readers are great in that aspect, as we can read whatever we want and no one needs to know. Although, I’m quite sure that by my silly grin, blushing cheeks and occasional squirming people might have an inkling about what my reading material is. *grin*

From what I’ve observed in the Madrid subway, ever since 50 Shades of Grey released people seem to be more open about their reading habits and don’t mind flaunting the covers. Not only have I seen the afore mentioned book openly displayed but also yummy print covers of other romance novels. Of course, I have noticed the occasional snigger or disapproving glance, but in general, no one seems to mind.

And I have to tell you, William, my hero from Welcome Aboard, sure didn’t mind peaking into Julie’s reader.

So, how about you, what are your reading habits?  Answer in the comments below and you’ll be entered to win a copy of Welcome Aboard! (Winner will be chosen using Don’t forget to include your email so I can get in touch if you win.

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“We’re on a train,” she hissed, gesticulating wildly.

William laughed, the lines on his forehead vanishing.

“I noticed.” He lifted the armrest and placed his hand on her thigh again. Julie bit back an unwanted moan.  “What you failed to have seen, my sweet, is that we’re the only ones in this particular wagon.” He smiled smugly, drumming her thighs in a rhythm that almost had her lifting her hips.

Julie huffed. Yes, her body was weak with desire but she wouldn’t back down so easily.

“It’s a public space.”

“And doesn’t that excite you?” William asked, grasping her flesh, his fingers digging into her skin pleasurably.

Julie’s thoughts scattered. This was crazy. Out right crazy. She wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl. Sex in public had been out of the question, and yet—

She observed William. He was impassive, waiting for her resolution while toying with her lust. She shook her head. They could get caught. There could be cameras on the train and it was illegal.

“It’s illegal!” she blurted as the tips of his exploring fingers brushed against her sex.


Grasping a strand of her hair between thumb and forefinger, he caressed it before neatly placing it behind her ear, brushing his thumb over the shell.

“It’s only illegal if we get caught, my sweet. I have no intention of allowing that.”


His brown eyes bore into hers, the desire swirling in them making her weak at the knees.
“You want to, Julie. I know you do.”

“How?” She cried out the question as he finally pried his way underneath her jeans, resting his fingers above her soaking panties.

“For one, you’ve been squirming in that chair, a lot.” He smiled at her obvious discomfort. “Then,” he murmured, rubbing his finger over her swollen nether lips. “You’re dripping wet. If I wanted to, if you wanted to, I could probably slide this finger inside you without any restraint whatsoever. Maybe even two.”

This was so wrong. His scorching eyes begged her to accept the challenge. Julie bit down on her lip. She couldn’t say yes, not here.

“Tell me you want to, Julie.”

William’s finger found its way under the elastic of her thong. A moan became lodged in her throat as he touched her, learning the wet contours of her cunt with a single digit. 

She hesitated. Did she want to? Did she really want to do this crazy thing? The tip of his finger hovered over her entrance, daring her to accept.

“Say yes, Julie.” His gaze was heated, his breath as shallow as hers.

She wanted this. Damned be it all, she wanted William’s fingers deep inside her pussy. She wanted the dazzling pleasure, the relief to the unrelenting throbbing between her legs. The realization of what she was about to do spiked her desire and cut off her ability to speak. Opening her legs wider, she smiled shakily. William’s lips parted slightly, his gaze fierce as he pushed a finger inside her. Julie reclined against her seat. Her eyes fluttered shut and she whimpered as another thick digit joined the first. She responded to him. He was her master puppeteer and she was his puppet, rolling her hips with every thrust.
“You want more?” he murmured, his lips hovering over hers.

Julie opened her eyes. William regarded her, his long lashes framing deep eyes that she couldn’t help thinking belonged to a poet at heart.

“Yes,” she whispered, closing the distance. Soft and compliant, she mewled her approval, as she tasted him. Her fear had vanished and left behind an ardor that required urgent appeasing. William grunted into her mouth as she teased his bottom lip, nipping at the full bow with relish. Tilting his head to the side, he swept his tongue over the seams of her mouth in a request for entrance. She granted it readily, taking in his tongue with a desperate hunger that rivaled his as they tangled.

He was relentless, his fingers toying with her sex even as he kissed her. In and out, the thick digits of his left hand pumped into her slowly. It was a delicious torture that only succeeded in making her hotter and more desperate for what was to come.

Author Bio:

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Now if all of that sounded as good to you as it did to me don't miss out on your chance to win your copy of Welcome Aboard! Just like it said above all you have to do is answer the question Elyzabeth left in the post in the comment section below and you'll be entered to win!  It's that simple so make sure you give it a shot.  It's worth the effort!