Saturday, January 30, 2016

An Affair with a Ghostly Mariner Along the Irish Coast #PNR #ScintillatingSunday #Erotic

Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday Romance Blog Hop where multiple romance and erotic romance authors share eight paragraphs of their work that they find 'scintillating.' Slip into erotic paranormal short story collection...

Excerpt from Story One, The Mariner...Adult Content

"I can't believe you're a ghost," the last word choked in her throat, "that you're...not alive."

"I told you I crossed a line the moment we first kissed." He held her hand against his skin and grinned at her. 

"Lines are for losers." She winked despite the sorrow in her heart for what would never be, for the fantasies she'd begun to have. "I wouldn't change a thing."

He stood and removed his clothes without looking away from her. She liked watching him strip, the knowledge of his story only making him more intriguing in her mind—more exotic, more taboo. He crawled into the tub behind her and slipped his hands over her breasts. 

She leaned her head against his shoulder, closed her eyes, and savored the sensations of his hands roaming over her body. When his fingers slid between her legs, she sighed. She opened her thighs a bit more, giving him full access. 

His cock hardened against her back. Water sloshed over the edge of the claw-footed tub as he adjusted his position, shifting her higher on his body while one hand cupped her breast and the other slid over her slit. A finger slipped inside her pussy. He kissed the side of her neck. 

She twisted her head and met his lips in a slow kiss meant to bond them rather than ignite the slow burning passion already stirring in her blood. 

One finger became two and he plunged them inside her with a growing intensity. Their tongues swept against one another, eyes open and locked on each other. The steam of the water flushed their skin. 

From the back cover...

Daydreams, moments of what-ifs and possibility.

Imagine...a ghostly mariner haunting the shores of Ireland who reminds a lonely woman how beautiful life is...a bounty hunter who gets more than he bargained for with his bail-jumping witch of a jewel thief...and a bar owner who discovers the joy of being loved by two other-worldly visitors trapped in a desperate situation...Daydreams, a collection of paranormal erotic short stories.

Escape the madness of the world, indulge your naughty side, and lose yourself in fantasy.

**sexually explicit, paranormal, and some dark themes**

Friday, January 29, 2016

Fast. Hard. Deep. Gett'n Frisky #Romance #Books

It's my favorite time of the week--Frisky Friday--and we're turning up the heat with this fabulous excerpt from the incredibly sexy contemporary romance, In Between (currently on sale for .99), book one of the two part Dancing Barefoot series. 

Adult Content Excerpt...

Jacques led them around the corner before pulling her into a doorway of a random building, pressing her back against the bricks, and leaning against her. "Can I kiss you or do I need to wait for a more appro—"

She kissed him—hard—and silenced his words. Gentlemen were overrated. Senses overrun with wine, jetlag, and him, she fisted her hands in the material of his shirt to remain standing as her legs trembled with desire. 

He slipped his hand behind her neck and deepened the kiss with his tongue while his other hand moved behind her waist to hold her as close as they could be without getting naked. 

Her panties melted to her skin. She wanted to fuck him then and now. It didn't feel like they'd met only hours ago. Kissing him, holding him, being with him felt like the most natural thing in the world. 

"I've been wanting to do that since you looked up from my lap," he muttered against her lips. 

She laughed and opened her eyes. "Not my best moment." 

"You got my attention." He smiled before kissing her again. 

He tasted like wine and all things deliciously tempting. She teased her tongue against his, her hands moving over his shoulders with appreciation. She'd seen the muscles hidden beneath his shirt and wanted to sink her teeth into his skin. 

When he muttered in French before sliding his mouth along her neck, she smiled against his hair. She didn't need to speak his language to know they were communicating perfectly. 

"We are dangerously exposed," she said when a group of laughing strangers passed them on the street. 

He looked up, smiled, and framed her face with the palm of her hand. "I like living dangerously. What about you? What do you like?"

"I like this." She dropped the back of her head back against the brick and observed him through narrowed eyes. Hands still on his shoulders, she smoothed them down the front of his chest and grinned. "I like you."

He winked, sighed, and stepped back from her. "I don't know what I'm going to do about you, Jessica Moriarty. I sense trouble ahead." 

"I think you know exactly what to do with me, Jacques Sinclair." Feeling like a bird freed from its cage and soaring toward the sky, she grabbed his hand and yanked him back against her. "One more kiss before dinner." 

"You are the most dangerous kind of woman." He paused a fraction above her lips and looked her in the eye. "And I am the most dangerous type of man." 

"Are you? Why do you say that?" 

"Because I have nothing to offer and nothing to lose."

Heartbeat shook her eardrums. He was like no one she'd ever met before, mysterious and foreign with confidence oozing from his pores. 

"Neither do I. Not a care in the world," she lied. 

"This will be fun." 

"Oh, I have no doubt." 

He laughed again before pulling her back to the sidewalk and resuming their walk toward an unknown restaurant. "Tell me, Jessica Moriarty, why are you in Florence?"

It was obvious that he liked saying her full name, as if allowing the words to slide off of his tongue gave him pleasure. Or amused him. She couldn't tell. Ever since crashing into him, he'd been impossible to define. 

She wanted to know all of his secrets, his history, his dreams. Astounded by the idea of being so rattled by a stranger, she ripped her gaze from his face to focus on the street ahead of them. Night had fallen. People roamed about, street musicians played for money, lights illuminated arches, and she felt like her feet weren't touching the ground. 

"I am here to paint. I'm an...artist." Again she stumbled over the word. "I want to absorb everything about Florence from the art to the culture to the architecture. I'd like to go to Milan and Rome, too. I want to see it all, do it all, paint it all." 

"You are a traveler?" 

"First time out of the States," she admitted with a tinge of embarrassment. Hadn't Ava said they'd lived all over the world?

He moved his hand to the small of her back and guided her down a hallway toward a hidden away entrance to a restaurant off the beaten the path. "They make the best tortellini here. It's where the locals go, away from the tourists."

She laughed at the idea that, for now anyway, she fit the label of local. It felt good to squeeze into the crowded space toward two chairs vacant at a communal table. Well-lit, full of people who greeted Jacques as if he were their lost son, it was the opposite of romantic yet it felt intimate none-the-less.

Without asking what she wanted, he ordered for them in flawless Italian, grabbed a bottle of wine from the waiter, and squeezed next to her along the wall. He introduced her all around, again saying her full name with flair as if the sound of it gave him a rush. 

She knew without questioning that this would become their place, that they would be here together amidst these people again and again. Laughing from the simplicity of it all, she gladly accepted the too full glass of wine he'd poured for her. 

"I love it here." Her gaze settled on an elderly couple nestled at the far end of the table, their hands clasped between them and eyes full of affection for one another. 

"I had a feeling you would." He twisted to rest his back against the wall and leaned in for a kiss. "I ordered us both tortellini. It is really all they make here, which is why it is the best." 

She laughed against his mouth. "I love tortellini."

He kissed her, their laughter catching between their joined lips. 

They ate in much the same way. Taking a bite, drinking some wine, kissing in between, touching beneath the table, laughing with each other about everything from her plans to paint to his relationship with his sister.  

They couldn't stop touching each other. All the way to their apartment building they'd take turns pulling each other into alleys or doorways for stolen kisses that promised so much more. 

Jacques lifted her off her feet and carried her up the narrow stairway, his lips creating havoc on her neck. 

"Careful. You wouldn't want to slip and fall," she teased against his ear. "A fall like that could kill a man."

"Dangerous." He lifted his head and smiled. "What am I going to do with you, Jessica Moriarty?"

In front of her apartment, she slid down his body until her feet were firmly on the floor. His hands were already on her ass beneath the hem of the dress. 

"I'm sure you know exactly what to do with me." She turned long enough to unlock the door, enjoying the way his hands moved beneath her dress and over her skin. 

Not only was she confident that he knew exactly what to do with her, she had a few things of her own that she wanted to do to him. All of them involved nudity and inhibition. 

He kissed the side of her neck, his hands already unsnapping her bra and sliding over her breasts while she locked the door behind them. Dress pushed up to just beneath her shoulders, she took the initiative and ripped it over her head. He moaned his approval while his fingers toyed with her nipples. 

Nothing in life had prepared her for this complete surrender. She hadn't known she was capable of it. She pressed her hands against the back of the door and let him touch her as he pleased. Pushing her hair aside, he kissed the back of her neck before running his tongue toward her ear. One hand on her breast, the other moved over her abdomen and slipped beneath her panties. 

Smiling, she turned within the circle of his arms and unbuttoned his shirt. This wasn't going to be a one-sided affair. She craved the feel of his skin as much as he wanted to touch hers. Tossing it over his shoulders, she pressed her mouth to the center of his chest and indulged in the salty sensation beneath her tongue. 

He walked backward until falling on top of the discarded clothes on her bed. "You didn't get a chance to settle in yet."

"Oh, I'm settled." She reached for the zipper on his jeans. "This is how I settle into a new place, just shove it all onto the floor."

He raised an eyebrow, a laugh on his lips as he did as instructed. 

Her hand cupped his erection beneath his jeans before bending over to kiss his abdomen. The promise of his hardness drove her mad. 

His hands wrapped themselves in her hair as she yanked his jeans past his hips. Her mouth closed over the tip of his penis that was hard and throbbing against her lips. 

He had the body of a Roman God; the fact that he was Belgian meant nothing. Being in Italy, she preferred the Roman idea as she licked his length with deep appreciation for what it was about to do to her. 

"Jacques," she whispered against his abdomen, needing him inside her. Fast. Hard. Deep. 

Hands still in her hair, he pulled her up until their mouths fused with passion. In one move, he rolled her onto her back and slipped his hand between her thighs. 

Their gaze connected through the darkness as his finger moved inside her. He dipped his head to suck on her breast. His fingers moved in and out with a slow rhythm that drove her to the brink. Glancing up, he reached for his discarded jeans for a condom. 

"You came prepared," she whispered against his chin.

"I'm an optimist." He smiled in the dark while ripping open the package. 

No more words. He rocked into her with a force that pushed her deep into the mattress. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, grabbed his ass, and spread her legs wide. Harder and deeper he thrust into her, his hands propped over her head until he shouted with orgasm. 

She arched her back, body shuddering with ecstasy, eyes squeezing shut with the force of pleasure. 

He collapsed against her, face buried into the top of her head, and chest heaving with rapid breaths. 

She had no more strength, doubted her ability to move. From somewhere deep down in her soul, from the tip of her toes upward, a laugh rolled up and out until she quaked with joy. 

He propped himself up on his elbows, smoothed the hair from her face, and smiled. "Is the laughing a good thing?" 

"It's the best thing." She leaned up and kissed him, eyes wide open. "I want more wine, then more of you." 

"I can deliver both of those things." He winked before slipping himself from her, taking a minute to kiss each breast before pushing away from the bed and walking toward the kitchen counter. 

Lights from the street illuminated the room just enough for a beautiful view of his naked body. Hair a complete mess from her hands and muscles highlighted by streetlights and shadow, Jacques Sinclair was definitely gorgeous. Now if only she could think of way to keep him naked most of the time so she could indulge in the view as much as possible. 

Hugging her knees to her chest amidst the discarded clothes on the bare mattress, she grinned when he sat next to her and handed her the open bottle. 

"What are you smiling about?" He kissed her knee. 

"Ways to keep you naked."

"Maybe we should have a nudity policy whenever we are in your apartment." 

Her iPhone's ring broke through the silence of the room from where she'd dropped it beside the door. Laughter faded while she debated answering. She knew who it was and knew the right thing to do; she simply didn't want to do it.

Jacques looked toward the ringing. "Is that your boyfriend from the States? Are we having an illicit affair?" 

She looked at him then, wine bottle propped between them, and shook her head 'no.' Heart heavier than it had been moments ago, she touched his face with her fingertips. For the next four months this was home and nothing else mattered.  

"I picked the right apartment," she whispered.

He moved the wine bottle to the floor before pulling her onto his lap. "Have I sufficiently welcomed you to the neighborhood?" 

"I think I need more welcoming." 

He pushed her hair away from her face, eyes seeing more than she'd intended him to see in the moonlight, and kissed her with an intensity that set her heart on fire and drowned out the incessant ringing of the phone. 

The need to break free of the ties that bound her pushed her toward recklessness. She welcomed the rush. Senses on hypersensitive, she savored the freedom of being exactly who she wanted to be in this moment. The wine, the moonlight, the breeze from the window, the taste of him on her tongue, and the feel of his skin against hers obliterated everything else. 

From the back cover...
In between responsibilities and dreams...

Jessica Moriarty has always played by the rules, but for once in her life, she's doing exactly as she pleases. In between graduate school and 'real life', she's in Florence, Italy, indulging her love of art and abandoning inhibitions.

Meeting Jacques Sinclair rocks her off center. Whereas rules and living up to expectations have dictated her life, he is the opposite. A rebel. A photographer. A man who lives for the moment. He sweeps her up into a riveting romance that makes her question all she's ever believed to be true.

The drum of old commitments echo through her heart as time ticks away. Will the crush of 'real life' undermine the love she's found in between...?

**This is book one of the two part Dancing Barefoot series and does contain a cliffhanger. As book one, it is priced at only .99 as an intro to the series.**

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Saturday, January 23, 2016

Sometimes a Good #Spanking is All a Girl Needs #ScintillatingSunday #PNR

Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday Romance Blog Hop where multiple authors share eight paragraphs of their work that they find "scintillating'...Here's a peek inside the paranormal erotic romance, Blurred Lines.


Alex walked to his bag and pulled out a belt. Without saying a word, he moved behind her, slid the belt down first one shoulder and then the other before leaning against her and whispering, "Do you trust me, Sierra?" 

"Yes," she whispered. 

"Put your hands behind your back."

She complied, wincing when he cinched the belt around her wrists so tightly she couldn't break free. A tingle of fear rippled down her spine. She'd been partially joking about being restrained, hadn't thought he'd go through with it. 

His hands moved around her torso, firmly grasping her tits in his hands before licking the side of her neck. "I'm going to have my way with you again. Don't speak." He sucked on her earlobe. "Don't think. Let me have complete control for once. Just feel." 

She nodded, heartbeat lodged in her throat. 

He squeezed her ass before biting each cheek, his thumbs sliding into the crack and spreading her open. 

Face against the mattress, she had never felt so vulnerable. His hands slid down the back of her thighs before returning to her ass and spanking her. Once. Twice. Soft at first. Then harder. Squeezing. Biting. 

From the back cover...

Only the good die young. When Shane Weston is murdered before prosecuting a key member of the Mexican drug cartel, he can't accept the idea that all of the plans he had had for his life will never come true. More than that, he can't let go of the love he has for his fiancée.

Love never dies. Sierra Daniels is crushed after Shane's death. Head writer on a successful television series, she can't get back into the groove of life. All enthusiasm for work is gone. Ready to quit everything, she travels to her cabin in Lake Tahoe in hopes of escaping everyone's expectations and disappearing for a while.

The lines between right and wrong often blur. Alexander Blaine has risked his future on a career change from DEA agent to lead consultant and writer on hit television series. Sierra's grief has shadowed everyone around her, including him, and jeopardizes both of their careers. Unwilling to accept defeat, he follows her to Lake Tahoe determined to break through the barrier enveloping her and make her see that life is still worth living.

Letting go is like a death. Sierra never thought she would be caught in a love triangle between her writing partner, Alex, and the love of her life, Shane—especially because her ex-fiancé is now a ghost. Tormented with both guilt for moving on with someone else and a desire to be free of the past, she's into the gray area of right, wrong, life, death, ghosts, dreams—the part of life where all the lines are blurred. 

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She's or witch or both? #PNR #MySexySaturday

He's a bounty hunter hot on the trail of bail-jumping jewel thief...but who is hunting whom? Her magic keeps him guessing...and wanting to break all the rules. 
Excerpt of Story 2, Bounty, from the Daydreams short story collection, now exclusive to Amazon until March. 

He moved to sit up and winced. A glance over his head showed that he'd been handcuffed to the leg of the sofa—that, being on a yacht, was secured to the floor. 

"Oh, you're awake." She tucked the phone into her handbag and smiled. "You are one amazing lover, Jake Stiles. We should have been doing this all along—sort of like partners."

He slammed the heel of his foot against the floor. "How did you do this? Damn it, Michelle."

She knelt down, braced one hand on the sofa cushion and one hand on his chest, looked him in the eye and said, "I like you. A lot actually. In Denver, I stayed in the room across the hall from you...on purpose. In Santa Fe, we had dinner together—not at the same table of course—but I sat directly behind you with a short, blonde wig and colored contact lenses."

"Why?" He shook his head in disbelief. 

"I prolonged this little cat and mouse game of ours because I like you." She shrugged. "I like the way you look, the way you talk, the way you walk, the way you fight with some guy named Bernie, the way you won't let me go...but, although it's been fun, the Feds are now following you." She kissed his shoulder and he stopped moving. "And you'll need to stop chasing me this time because I've set you up to take a fall if you don't. They're already suspicious. All I need to do is give them a little nudge." She stood and straightened her skirt without looking away from his eyes.  "Damn, you are one amazing fuck. I need to go. Their response time is quick in this area." 

He pulled and writhed on the floor, hating himself for tempting fate by indulging his lust. And then she was gone. Poof. He swore he didn't even see her move a muscle. It was if she'd vanished into thin air. The black cat he'd chased earlier darted from the shadows on the stern. He twisted his head to watch it jump onto the dock. Moments later he heard sirens and kicked his feet again. Oh, hell. How am I going to explain being set up twice in the same day by the same woman?

From the back cover...

Daydreams, moments of what-ifs and possibility.

Imagine...a ghostly mariner haunting the shores of Ireland who reminds a lonely woman how beautiful life is...a bounty hunter who gets more than he bargained for with his bail-jumping witch of a jewel thief...and a bar owner who discovers the joy of being loved by two other-worldly visitors trapped in a desperate situation...Daydreams, a collection of paranormal erotic short stories.

Escape the madness of the world, indulge your naughty side, and lose yourself in fantasy.

**sexually explicit, paranormal, and some dark themes**

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Strip for Me #ScintillatingSunday #Erotica #Thriller

He's a man on the edge with nothing to lose...
She's an FBI agent who likes to break the rules...
Welcome to the Scintillating Sunday Romance and Erotic Romance Blog Hop where multiple authors share 8 paragraphs of their work that they find 'scintillating.' Looking inside the pages of the erotic thriller, SnowBound--a book that's not for the shy or the faint of heart. 


"Strip for me," he said against her skin. 

Backing away abruptly, he stared at her through the dark room as if daring her to comply. 

Not taking her gaze from his face, she shrugged off her coat and tossed it aside. She unbuttoned her blouse, pausing for a minute to slide her fingers between her breasts and down her abdomen.

He watched her every move as if hypnotized. 

The knowledge empowered her boldness. 

Turning her back, she let the blouse slide from her shoulders, past her ass, and onto the ground as she walked to the king-sized bed illuminated only by streetlamps glowing through the windows. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she lifted one leg, unzipped the boot, looked at his face, and slowly pulled it off. She repeated with the other. Abruptly, she stood and yanked the comforter away, giving him a good view of her butt as she crawled to the center of the mattress wearing only her leather skirt and bra. Standing, she faced him. She wiggled free of the skirt, bending ever so slightly to show off the bounce of her breasts barely concealed by black lace. Biting her bottom lip, she unsnapped her bra and shrugged so that the straps fell slowly down her shoulders. 

He groaned from where he stood in the shadows. 

From the back cover...

Professional psychic Landon Mitchel is a desperate man willing to do whatever it takes to save his sister—including kidnapping a federal agent.

FBI Agent Haley Masters has a reckless side that leads her into dangerous sexual situations to burn off the anxiety of her job. When she meets a hot man in a bar hoping for one night of fun, little does she know he's about to take her on a wild ride of conspiracy, sexual exploration, and betrayal.

Will Landon be able to rescue his sister or will she be lost forever? Will Landon and Haley's mutual quest for justice bring them together or tear them apart as the danger of their twisted hunt for ruthless human traffickers comes to an end? 

*sexually explicit, violence, and dark themes*
Ready for a thrill ride?
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She's Sexy and She Knows It #MySexySaturday #PNR

Stranded on a deserted island in another realm of the Bermuda Triangle...and that's not the most interesting part. A glimpse of the ultra-sexy and adventurous paranormal investigator Bethany from Uncharted Territory on My Sexy Saturday

Excerpt of the paranormal erotic romance, Uncharted Territory...

Don't look at him, avert your eyes, don't get pulled in. She fixated on his mouth. "This is dangerous."

"We've been in worse situations." He grinned and bent his head to kiss her. 

When his lips touched hers, she knew that a logical woman would push him away and tell him to focus. 

She opened her mouth to his and slid her hands from his chest to his shoulders. 

A logical person would be seeking shelter or preparing a fire or looking for more to eat or...

To hell with logic. 

Lips moved over one another's with deliberate slowness, a direct counterbalance to the erratic energy emanating between them. When he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, she melted against him as if she no longer had free will. Her body hummed with the need for connection. 

From the back cover...

Uncharted Territory--a paranormal erotic romance series featuring sexy duo Bethany Colton and Josh Ryder.

Stars of the successful television show that travels the world in search of the truth behind legends, myths and all things unexplained, the world's sexiest paranormal team is considered fearless by their fans. There is only one thing that they're secretly afraid 

Each book in the series contains two episodes filled with adventure, mystery and erotic exploration. 

In Book One: Episode One, the team explores the depths of the Bermuda Triangle. Amidst the mysteries of the deep blue, Josh and Bethany are swept into another dimension where they battle for their lives.

 In Book One: Episode Two, the team travels to the legendary Stanley Hotel where they encounter horny ghosts with murderous intentions.

***Although the series is best read consecutively, each book reads as a stand-alone. This is an erotic romance series written as a television series broken down to episodes that contain sexually explicit and sometimes violent situations.