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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Lesbian Lovers is out today!

Lesbian Lovers: Three Short Stories in the one anthology!

Three lesbian couples. Three very different situations. Three fulfilling journeys to happiness.
“Fist Me”: Maeve nearly fell off her barstool when Taryn, the sexiest woman she’d ever known, asked her to fist her. But is it the right thing to do? Taryn’s not lesbian, and has just broken up from Mr. Perfect. Is she taking advantage of her? Or is this the ideal opportunity for them to begin a relationship?
“Lady Caroline’s Reward”: Lady Caroline Eversley needs a chaperone so hires Miss Dinah Watkin, a distant relative. Dinah and Caroline fall in love and Dinah teaches Caroline all about sex, but the problem of Caroline’s suitable chaperonage refuses to go away. Can they find a solution and have their own happy ending?
“Stubborn Attraction”: Laid off for ramming her knee into a co-worker’s balls after he tries to feel her up, lesbian Jaelle heads to her father’s cabin in the mountains. There, she takes the form of a mountain goat and climbs, free and uninhibited. So, what happens when she finds a very attractive interloper on her favorite rock ledge?

Previously published as individual stories by Torquere Press.

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PG13 Excerpt:

Later that evening, the women sat by the fire in the book room, their fingers moving diligently as they sewed. Hugh, Thomas and John were all upstairs with Caroline’s father. His suite of rooms was always heated warmly and he was never left unattended even for a moment.
Dinah gazed at Caroline. She really did look lovely in the firelight, her pale cheeks slightly flushed by the warmth of the fire, the long hair coiled neatly on her neck and gleaming with reddish highlights, her slender fingers busily employed mending one of her father’s shirts.
Dinah’s heart lurched. She could fall in love with this woman. Not only was Caroline beautiful, but she was also highly intelligent and courageous in the way she was facing the adversity of her father’s, and therefore her own, situation.
“Have you ever been kissed?” Dinah asked suddenly.
“Well, just a few quick pecks by boys who shouldn’t have when I was younger. At family gatherings and such. And one or two of the suitors have tried. That’s why I made sure Hugh Howel was always with me. They totally ignored the fact my maid Betty was in the room!”
“Would you like to be kissed? Properly kissed?”
“But who— What? You—”
“Yes, me. May I kiss you?” Dinah put her needlework down on the side table and slid along the sofa to the end where Caroline sat.
Caroline’s hands dropped to the sofa. With no objection forthcoming, very gently, Dinah turned Caroline’s head toward her and kissed those ripe pink lips. Softly, gently, sweetly, but with enough heat and passion to warm their lips. Very soon, Caroline responded, one hand reaching up to rest on Dinah’s arm.
Caroline’s lips softened under Dinah’s caress, and Dinah licked along the seam, urging her to open her mouth. Caroline did, and Dinah’s tongue slipped inside, very gently running along Caroline’s teeth and all around the warm wet cavern.
Dinah’s hands firmed on Caroline’s head, tilting it slightly as her tongue thrust into the younger woman’s mouth.
Caroline groaned and responded more passionately, kissing back with enthusiasm.
Dinah increased the heat by sucking a little on Caroline’s tongue pulsing in and out before retreating again.
Caroline melted into Dinah, leaning against the older woman and holding both her shoulders as she returned the kisses very passionately now.
Deliberately, Dinah took one hand off Caroline’s head and placed her palm against Caroline’s breast, smoothing it up and over the nipple. A nipple that was standing up, a hard, excited little peak.
Caroline’s tongue delved into Dinah’s mouth, exploring the roof, the sides, the teeth. Dinah responded by sucking on it as her hand slid down inside the bodice of Caroline’s gown, hot on her flesh, to rub the globe of her breast and tweak the nipple between her fingers.
“I... Oh... More,” gasped Caroline, then returned to kissing Dinah, her arms now grasping the older woman firmly.

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Sunday, March 22, 2015

Today is my last Medieval Monday post!

Today is my last Medieval Monday post! Today is your final opportunity to read about some awesome medieval romances.

Please welcome Carmen Stefanescu and "Shadows of the Past".

Anne's relationship with her boyfriend Neil has disintegrated. After a two-year separation, they pack for a week vacation in hopes of reconciling. But fate has other plans for them.
The discovery of a bejeweled cross and ancient human bones opens a door to a new and frightening world--one where the ghost of a medieval nun named Genevieve will not let Anne rest. This new world threatens not only to ruin Anne and Neil's vacation but to end all hopes of reconciliation as Anne feels compelled to help free Genevieve's soul from its torment.
Can Anne save her relationship and help Genevieve find her eternal rest?
A touching, compelling story of tragedy, loss and the power of endless love and good magic.
The twists and turns in this paranormal tale keep the reader guessing up to the end and weave themselves together into a quest to rekindle love.


"Come, we should leave at once," she said and glanced nervously over her shoulder. "Something terrible happened after you left for town. I think the Abbess found out about us. Our meeting in Uncle Ryan's cabin is no longer a secret. We have been overheard. For all I know someone spies on us even as we speak. I think the Abbess, or one of her 'friends,' is hovering somewhere nearby and listening to every word."
Andrew pulled Genevieve to his chest. "Do you regret you've come with me?"
Passion smothered Genevieve's doubt and guilt. "Never," she answered, aware of her body's response to his touch, and she succumbed to his embrace.
Calming the gnawing unease in her mind and the thought of Sister Dominica guessing she was the dough of a sinner, Genevieve repeated, "Never."
With her eyes closed and their bodies touching she became, for the very first time, simply a woman. She melted in his embrace in spite of the invisible vicious threat breathing around them. Aware they might never be alone again, she fought hard to silence the voice of conscience berating her.
"Oh, God. Please forgive me," Andrew muttered under his breath when he bowed his head to kiss her. Their lips met in a passionate first kiss.
Genevieve's spirits fell and her heart skipped a beat when, a couple of seconds later, she opened her eyes and her gaze fell on a knot strangers.
… . . .

Tears welled in Anne's eyes, blurring her vision. She couldn’t explain them, or the sudden sadness seeping into her heart. This should’ve been a moment of happiness or, at least, contentment. She was with Neil again, and the outcome of their trip together should, very likely, bring their reconciliation. Why then did she seem detached from where she stood?
Anne shivered. Why the deep feeling of having seen this place, this forest before? And why the eerie sensation of being present here only in the body, while her mind was far away?
Away from the forest.
Away from Neil, the man who'd betrayed her trust and her love.
An onrush of sensations unfamiliar to her followed. Dizziness and a malevolent feeling of unreality suffocated her.
Anne edged cautiously closer to the rim of the bare cliff. Her foot tapped the edge. It seemed solid. She stared into the darkness of the abyss at her feet. It echoed the shadows in her heart. An unusual curiosity took hold of her. Should she step ahead? What was down there? Other human bones? Another mystery? The presence of evil, creeping up and enveloping her, became almost palpable. The vines of fog folded around her, dragging her to the depth. Her throat turned dry, and she gasped for air.
Megan's face contorted, the voice no longer pleasant. A hoarse gurgle, spluttering distorted words, "Yes, come... I'm waiting... I've been waiting for you for such a long time..."

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Sunday, March 15, 2015

The Romance Reviews Fourth Anniversary

My Question and Answer is up on The Romance reviews today.


As part of The Romance Reviews Fourth Anniversary party there are 350 prizes to be won. Be sure to answer all the other questions today as well as mine for extra entires in the contest!

Welcome to Medieval Scotland and Highland Burn.

The Loch
Late summer of 1314
Medieval Scotland

The unsettled nature of Scotland had left Abigale hardened. She’d seen firsthand the aftermath of battles fought; mended wounds, prayed over dead bodies, and even buried the dead. The nunnery where she grew up would set up tents to aid those wounded in battle. Abigale would assist in surgery and her passion grew for healing the sick and mending wounds. Life was to be valued, not destroyed.
In a way she blamed Lady Scotland for her misfortunes. Her father’s growing need to fight for Scotland had caused her to stay hidden, conceal her true identity, and grow up without a family. Her whole family had been affected by the battles fought for Scotland and the greed of claiming the crown. Though it was true she had long forgiven the Lady; she could not forget.
The Highlander seemed far away in thought, because he took a while to answer. “Some would say I’m a Highlander.” He approached Abigale. “May I?” The beautiful stranger reached for a piece of hair that was stuck to her face and tucked it behind her ear. He brushed a callused finger down her cheek to her slender neck leaving a fiery path trailing behind.
He held her stare and captivated her to the point that she could not form a coherent thought. Her body was no longer hers to control, her heart dropped, and desire pooled in her core setting her body on fire. This Highlander was so close to her she could feel his breath on her skin, she could smell his masculine scent and soon she wanted to taste his lips.

Highland Burn Book Blurb:
Will Love’s Flame Quench the Dragon’s Fire? …
The past never stays in the past, it rears its ugly head eventually. James the Black Douglas knows this all too well. With a past that has left him vengeful and his dragon blood thirsty, his reputation as a ruthless warrior haunts his enemies in their sleep. As his allegiance stands with Robert Bruce, the King of Scotland, he must now repay a debt to the king and agrees to marry his daughter, Abigale Bruce. The problem is he doesn’t want a wife. When flames start to burn out of control between him and the auburn-haired lass, he must decide to either kindle the flames of passion or shelter her from the truth and set her free.
It’s What Shines in the Dark That Brings Forth Your True Light…
Determined to keep his daughter safe and out of the hands of the English, Robert hides Abigale behind the safe walls of a nunnery. After eight long years of living her life in seclusion, Abigale is finally set free. But her new found freedom comes to an abrupt halt when she learns of her betrothal to the infamous Bogeyman – James the Black Douglas. She soon finds herself falling in love with the uncontainable and haunted man. Is her love enough to soften his hardened heart?

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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

The final beach boy is out today!

The Beach Boys: Spring (MM) ADULT EXCERPT

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, March 18th

Langley Gairdner is an attorney for the prestigious firm, Blackmore’s, disillusioned with his work trying to help criminals. Vidal Brookes aims to be extremely rich but he has a heart attack at age thirty. They’re both stuck at Two Waters beach, and bored. Playing golf fills an hour or two but nothing eases Vidal’s bitterness about his health and his grumpiness about everything in general, including the beard Lang has decided to grow, and his very long hair.
Sheer boredom propels them into each other’s company. Lang begins to see the ascerbic wit under Vidal’s complaining exterior, and Vidal appreciates Lang’s serenity about things that can’t be changed. Except his hair and beard. Vidal’s determined Lang will visit a barber as soon as he can arrange it.
As they spend time together, the next step, into bed, is inevitable. But will there ever be real understanding and genuine friendship between them? Lang will return to work soon and Vidal’s determined to do the same.

Adult Excerpt

Lang was used to maintaining a calm and amenable fa├žade no matter what anyone said to him or did in his presence. It was part of the all-encompassing chess game that was the legal profession. However, he liked to be in control in his private life, and that meant that he was usually the top. Right now, it was clear that Vidal planned to top him. It was also very obvious that Vidal had no comprehension of “slow” or “measured.”
If this kept up, he would have a second heart attack for sure. Lang wasn’t prepared to try to stop him, but there were other ways to demonstrate how sex could be, and he’d do that as soon as he got an opportunity. Not now, though.
Vidal had him flat on his belly, his briefs ripped off, and a thick finger deep in his ass before he could say, “Slow down a bit.”
Still moving at the same breakneck speed, Vidal was sitting astride him, forcing his dick into Lang’s back door. Lang breathed out and waited as Vidal pushed his way in, and then rose onto his hands and knees, encouraging Vidal to move with him.
Vidal groaned, gripped Lang’s hips and started pumping. He slammed in and out of Lang so fast that Lang really was concerned about Vidal’s health, but he was also incredibly aroused. He wanted this fucking, and he wanted Vidal. He’d just planned to be on top and move at one tenth Vidal’s speed.
Predictably, Vidal came with a shout and then collapsed over Lang’s back. Only Vidal’s heaving breaths and thudding heart against his skin prevented Lang from worrying about him. Gently, he rolled Vidal off, took the tube of lube from the nightstand, and lay beside the sweating, heavily breathing man.
“Now I’ll teach you how good sex can be,” he whispered into Vidal’s ear.
He coated two fingers with lube, kneeled between Vidal’s legs, and pushed them over his own shoulders.
Slowly and carefully, he massaged around Vidal’s muscle ring, noticing Vidal’s shocked face and then his acceptance. Lang was sure if Vidal hadn’t just come and been out of breath there’d have been complaints and refusals, but right now, he wasn’t in a good place to object.
Nevertheless, Langley deliberately took his time, making sure Vidal was fully open and ready before he picked up one of the condoms, rolled it over his still-erect and unfulfilled dick, slathered it with lube, and pushed it at Vidal’s prepared rosette.
Vidal groaned and gripped his arms, but Lang pressed deeper, sliding inside until he was fully absorbed into the heat that was Vidal’s rear channel. “Ah, that feels so good. Hot and tight, just the way I like it.”
He rotated his hips, letting the head of his cock search for Vidal’s prostate and slide over it once, and then again. Lang watched as Vidal’s dick, which had been completely limp, twitched and hardened a little.
“That’s just a hint. It’ll get even better soon.”
He withdrew until only the head of his cock was still inside Vidal, and even though he longed to do exactly as Vidal had done, slamming in and out and coming fast and furiously, he purposely moved slowly, thoughtfully, varying his strokes and his pacing, never being predictable, and gradually cranking up the tension between them. Lang’s own dick was so hard it ached to come. His balls were drawn up tight against his body, but he wasn’t ready to explode just yet. Vidal needed to learn that slow could be much better than fast.
He scraped his fingernails over Vidal’s inner thighs and pinched his nipples. Only then did he lean forward and kiss Vidal, making sure the bristles of his beginning beard scraped across the other man’s cheeks. As he’d expected Vidal’s black eyebrows rose almost to his hairline and his eyes opened wide.
Very deliberately he rotated his hips again, pinging Vidal’s prostrate once more, before stroking in and out of Vidal’s ass slightly faster and harder this time. Already, Vidal’s cock was hard again, and Lang smiled gently at him. “Are you starting to gain an appreciation for slow sex now?”
Vidal just grunted, but Lang was content with that. The man might not acknowledge it, but his cock was answering for him. And speaking of cocks, Lang’s was about to burst. He’d gone slowly for about as long as he could. Lang’s control was excellent. Years in the court room had taught him to maintain rigid discipline of every part of his body, not just his mouth. Getting a hard-on for one of the witnesses was just as likely to result in him being thrown out of court as being rude to the judge.
But still, it was time to increase the speed here. Lang gripped Vidal’s hips and pumped in and out faster now, but still made sure his dick penetrated right to the balls on every stroke. Every once in a while he swiveled his hips, knowing exactly where Vidal’s prostate was and determined to send the man screaming into a second release.
Just when Langley knew he couldn’t last a moment longer, Vidal reached down to tug his own cock, and it erupted everywhere. Lang sighed and let his own dick explode into the condom, slamming in and out twice more as his cum spurted hard. Only then did he lean heavily over Vidal’s body and kiss him.
Vidal grabbed his face, held him still, and thrust his tongue in and out of Lang’s mouth. Lang copied him, tangling their tongues together, and rolling their bodies onto their sides, not wanting to lean his weight on the other man for too long.
When they broke apart, he said, “See how much better the second time was?”
“Only because the first time had taken the edge off,” replied Vidal.
Lang grinned at him and Vidal grinned back.

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Sunday, March 8, 2015

"Marek" by Bambi Lynn #medievalmonday2015

Please welcome Bambi Lynn, to Medieval Monday!

BLURB: Boring accountant, Kitty Petty, struggles to get through each day one at a time since the brutal murder of her husband. She spends every free moment caring for her young daughter, until the night she wakes to find her bed on fire.
Kitty doesn’t know how she got to the year 1196, much less how to get back. But if she doesn’t, her daughter will be institutionalized. Having failed to save her child from the clutches of a madman. Kitty vows to protect her future. But going back to her time means risking her own life and separating her from the knight she has grown to love.
Marek Stone wants to protect his wife from the people of Stonebridge. Katherine has been declared a demon after her miraculous rise from the funeral pyre, and the villagers want justice.

Marek jerked the laces free at the waist of his chausses, tugged them off and, naked, padded across to the tub. Stepping over the side, he sank into the steaming water. With a sigh, he closed his eyes, resting his head back against the rim.
The look of ecstasy on his face made Kitty want to rip off her own clothes and jump in with him. She realized she’d never known lust until that moment. She tried to deny it, but the pulse at her core could not be ignored, nor could the moisture that pooled between her thighs. Slowly she tiptoed over until she stood next to the tub, gazing down at him.
He did not open his eyes, but spoke so quietly he must have known she stood next to him. “If you have had a change of heart towards Bria, I am pleased. I would not deny her the affections of her mother. I have often told you not to toy with me, now I demand the same consideration of her. I would not have her disappointed in any way.”
She nodded vaguely, her gaze riveted to the water line just beneath his chest.
When she did not answer, he looked up at her. “Wife,” he snapped. Kitty jumped, having been caught gawking at his nudity, barely hidden beneath the water. “Continue to stare at me thus and you’ll find yourself possessed of me for the first time in years.”
Kitty could think of nothing more pleasant that being ‘possessed’ of this man.
He settled himself once again, but continued to look up at her. “I have not concerned myself with your whoring for some time. But I would like nothing more than for Bria to know the love of a happy family. You are a mistress of deceit. If you can make her believe she has that, I would be…grateful.” His expression softened.
Kitty fairly melted. He loved that child. All he wanted was for her to be happy. She knew in that moment that this man would never allow harm to come to his daughter, much less harm her himself. He wasn’t like Jake. She reached out, traced the tip of her finger along the scar that trailed into his wet hair.
The touch was like an electric shock. The downy hairs on the back of her neck prickled. A shiver racked her whole body.
He must have felt it, too. Marek grabbed her wrist and, before she could say anything to stop him, pulled her over the side and into his lap. Water sloshed onto the floor.
Her first thought, that he was ruining Bria’s favorite gown, evaporated as he pulled her against his chest, crushing his lips to hers.
Kitty knew she should resist. She couldn’t breathe. The frantic, almost desperate movement of his mouth on hers seared her. She kissed him back with all the pent up passion and loneliness she’d felt in recent months.
God! He was a good kisser. His lips were full and seemed to devour her. She opened her mouth wider, taking his tongue inside her. Her hands grasped his shoulders. Oh, but she could get used to this.
And her daughter would perish.
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Sunday, March 1, 2015

Medieval Monday ~ Dragon Knight’s Medallion

Welcome Mary Morgan!

"Dragon Knight’s Medallion" Blurb:
To right a wrong, two souls are brought together only to shatter when they are torn apart by the deeds of an evil druid.
Dragon Knight, Stephen MacKay’s powers are altered after the death of his sister. Now he is plagued with visions that threaten to destroy his soul. When Aileen Kerrigan falls through a time tunnel, he vows to keep her safe, despite the fact the beautiful but head-strong half-blooded fae could be the death of him.
When Aileen finds out her dad is a Fenian Warrior, she flees to a nearby ruin. Armed with the medallion her mother gave her, and a matching one belonging to a long dead knight, she is flung into the past and finds a handsome but surly warrior who is on a quest. Now it seems her future could be entwined with his, if she doesn’t kill him first.
Full shock registered inside her brain as she realized where she’d seen this man. Her body started to quake, and she clutched her hands to her chest.
“No, th…this cannot be,” she choked out. “Tell me who you are. I demand to know your name!”
Are all the fae so dumb and beautiful, he thought. “Ye ken who I am.” Stephen’s head caught a glimpse of the fae, as she started to take a few hesitant steps backwards. What the bloody hell was wrong with her? She was standing too close to the edge. If she was not careful, she would slip on over.
Why did he care? She could just vanish, right? Stephen rubbed his face, the remnants of a headache still behind his eyes. Sweet Bridget! Now the fae was yelling at him.
She waved her hands, all the time shaking her lovely head. “You are not him!”
He had to put a stop to this, or she would fall. Perhaps, she was a daft fae. He certainly did not know their ways, nor did he want to find out. However, this creature was becoming more agitated, and for some unfathomable reason, he did not want her to come to any harm.
“Och, fae healer, stop your babbling,” he dismounted with a groan.
“No, no, no!” Pointing a finger at him, she continued to walk backwards. Stumbling, her foot twisted among some tree roots, causing her to lose her balance.
Stephen swore as he lunged for her, grasping her arm and crushing her against his chest. “Are ye truly daft?”
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