22 April 2014

Hello to Rebecca Brochu! Featuring The Beta's Beloved Excerpt!

Welcome to Written Butterfly, Rebecca!  Thank you for visiting with us today!  Her new book, The Beta's Beloved, is out and I'm thrilled to see the Wolves of Flathead return!  This time it is Lachlan's turn for his story to be told.  If you haven't read this series yet, you need to pick up a copy!



Blurb The Beta's Beloved:

A year after Declan Adair crashed into Carson territory and into the alpha Law’s heart things have finally settled down.  Except for the fact that Trace Carson, Law’s brother and right hand wolf, is head over heels for the fiery but skittish Lachlan, Declan’s identical twin brother.  The entire pack, including both of their brothers, knows how Trace feels about Lachlan.  The only problem is that Lachlan seems completely oblivious to Trace’s interest.
Trace, in a final attempt to woo the elusive Lachlan, whisks him away to the northern reaches of the territory and a remote cabin deep in the heart of the forest.  Trace hopes that he can convince Lachlan to give him the chance he needs to prove himself before someone else swoops in and takes his beloved away.  Trace will do anything to prove to Lachlan that he can be the man and the wolf for him.


Buy The Beta's Beloved HERE
Excerpt:
They were both panting when he finally broke the kiss. Lachlan’s face was flushed, and his eyes were bright, and he was so beautiful Trace could barely breathe.
“Can I?” Trace asked as he let Lachlan go so he could trail his hands down the smooth line of Lachlan’s chest to fiddle with the waistband of his borrowed sweat pants.
Lachlan nodded his agreement and Trace slowly hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down and off. He tossed the pants in the direction of the couch, attention focused on the way Lachlan’s half hard cock bobbed against the smooth line of his stomach. Trace relished the hiss Lachlan released when he wrapped a hand around his cock and tugged. Lachlan was smooth in his hand, hot and hard and utterly tempting. He swiped his thumb across the head and grinned when Lachlan moaned and bucked up into his grip. Trace watched the way Lachlan’s eyes fluttered closed and couldn’t help but frown lightly at the way he bit lightly at his lower lip in an effort to stay quiet.
“Don’t do that.” Trace thumbed at Lachlan’s mouth with his free hand as he twisted his other to give Lachlan’s cock a firm upstroke. “I want to hear you.”
Lachlan moaned loudly in response, pushed his hips up lightly into the firm grip that Trace had on his cock. He didn’t try to stifle himself again, and Trace had to ignore the way his own cock throbbed with want at the sounds Lachlan emitted as he stroked him.
Trace moved out from between Lachlan’s thighs so he could settle onto the rug beside him. He played with Lachlan lazily for a few moments, did his best to remember every twitch and shudder he managed to wring out of him. Lachlan’s flush grew, spread across the high arches of his cheeks and down his neck and chest. He could smell Lachlan’s arousal in the air still, thicker than ever before, could feel the way Lachlan was approaching the edge, muscles tense and breathing heavy.
Trace pushed him further along with a few more strokes and then he abruptly stopped. Lachlan whined at him in protest, bucked his hips up and tried to entice him back, but Trace just grinned down at into his flushed face. 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.” 

Since this is Book 2, I thought I'd post the Blurb for Book One: The Alpha's Ardor!

Blurb The Alpha's Ardor:

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.
 
Buy The Alpha's Ardor HERE.
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20 April 2014

Welcome Jewel Quinlan! Sexy Excerpt!




New Release: Extreme Heat by @JewelQuinlan from @EvernightPub
Part of Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line




Hi Jewel!  Thanks so much for visiting with me on Written Butterfly!

Q: Your story is set in the world of Pro Kiteboarding…are you, yourself, a kiteboarder?

Unfortunately, I’m not, lol. I have a fascination with people who have jobs out side of the 9-5 office grind. So I had to do quite a bit of research for this one. Thankfully there are tons of resources on the internet. It has some resemblance to wakeboarding, which I do, but you don’t need a boat to drag you around which I think is pretty cool. I’m hoping to try it someday soon.

Q: Can you tell us a little about the sport, and how is one judged in a competition?

Like all sports, kiteboarding has its own organizations so a lot of the information I go came from them http://www.prokitetour.com/. I’m no expert but there are different events in the World ProKite Tour; freestyle, waves, race and speed. In this particular story Kai competes in Freestyle and scores points based on the tricks he performs. In freestyle the judges can award points for each trick from 0.1 to 10.0. In the competition they are allowed to attempt 12 tricks per heat and only the best 5 tricks with the highest individual scores count towards the final score. There are tons of tricks they can do and they are categorized in the freestyle rules on the PKRA World Tour website. Competitor’s year ranking is determined by the cumulative adding of their event points.

Q: How'd you/your muse come up with Extreme Heat?

I was actually writing this story to be part of an anthology titled The Bad Boys of Summer but then changed my mind about submitting to it when they changed the royalty structure. So coming up with Kai and Chloe was a function of my trying to think of something hot and summery, lol. As I said earlier, I love writing characters with unusual jobs. For my day job I drive quite a bit and often pass by a kiteboarding beach in Ventura CA. You can see the kites from the freeway and every time I do it makes me wonder, so my muse just picked up from there and ran for it.

Q:  What's your favorite line in the story?

Actually it’s a small snippet of dialogue:

“Do you like that?” Kai asked, his voice low and gruff.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. Because I’ve been wanting to touch you for a while.”

Before I go I also wanted to mention that Extreme Heat will be available in audiobook format this May, 2014 through Audible, Amazon and iTunes.

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Blurb: When photographer Chloe Gaige gets assigned to cover the Pro Kiteboarding finals in Morocco she never expects to run into her childhood crush. Back then, their age difference is what caused her to pull away. Would he resent her for how she treated him back then?

Fully grown, pro kiteboarder Kai Shephard is a tough competitor used to going after what he wants…and getting it. When he catches sight of Chloe in the crowd with her camera, nothing can stop him from trying to be with her again. Except Chloe, that is. Would she see him for the man he is now?

Where you can buy Extreme Heat:
Evernight Publishing | Amazon | All Romance e-Books | Barnes and Noble | BookStrand | Apple iBooks | Sony or add it to your shelf on Goodreads

Excerpt:
“I’m glad you’re here, Chloe.”
“You are?”
He turned his head toward her and looked into her eyes, his hands pressed into her back, drawing her closer. “Because I’ve thought of that night hundreds of times.” His words were loaded with meaning.
Chloe skimmed her eyes over his handsome face. He was positively smoldering with emotion. She swallowed hard. This was the moment, the one she would never forget. Her eyes locked on his and her mind churned over the different signals and sensations her body was picking up.
“Have you?” he whispered.
They were so close. His lips were right there, and he could kiss her any second. His deep, dark eyes were drawing her in.
She nodded.
He lay still, waiting, but she said nothing more. “You have to give me more than that,” he said. “I still don’t know what happened. I thought you liked it when I kissed you.”
Anxiety filled her. It was time to come clean. What would he think of her reasons? How would he see her after she admitted what a weak person she was? “I did,” she said blurted. “It was just….”
His clasp on her back remained firm and he turned his body to face hers so their fronts were pressed together. “Just what?”
Chloe could feel her face filling with the heat of embarrassment. Did he really want to talk about it? “It was just…school and my friends and….” She stopped and buried her face in his chest, not wanting to say anything more. He smelled so good. The warm scent of athletic male and ocean breeze.
He grasped her chin with his hand and lifted her face. “What else?”
Looked like she wasn’t going to be able to get out of explaining. He had that earnest look in his eyes again, the one she remembered from long ago.
“I need to know,” he said.
She couldn’t deny him. “Our age difference,” she said with a wince.
“Seriously?” His breath whooshed out with his surprise. “I mean, I know you’ve made comments about it before, but that was the reason you wouldn’t talk to me anymore?”
“Yes. No. Sort of,” she said in a rush. “Couldn’t you see how strange it would have been?”
“No.”
She sighed. “Of course not. You are such a male. If you were a teenage girl you would understand.”
“What is there to understand?”
She pulled away from him and lay on her back once again. “All the pressure,” she said. “To fit in, to be cool, to be part of the group.”
“And you and me would have been a problem?” he asked, sounding hurt.
The tone in his voice caused her long-held guilt to well up. “Not a problem, exactly. Just…not usual. I don’t think the guys in the senior class we always hung out with would have accepted you even if some of my friends had,” she explained. “Come on, Kai. I’m sure you remember what it was like being a teenager.”
He ran a hand through his hair and stared up at the stars. “I do but what I don’t remember is ever having problems fitting in.” After a moment he gave a great exhale. “Okay, sure. I guess I can understand. Not that I’ve ever lived my life caring about that stuff, but…I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it.” Using the arm still cushioning her head and shoulders, he turned her to face him again. “But you did like me then?” he asked.
She nodded.
He smiled. “And what about now?”
She felt shy and squirmy under his gaze but admitted with hesitation, “Yes.”
He beamed at her response. “And does our age difference still bother you? I’m twenty-one and you’re twenty-three. We’re always going to be a couple of years apart.”
She looked away from him feeling very shy and hating it. He still liked her? Was it possible after she’d rejected him? A small thrill shot through her stomach. “No. Why should it bother me?” she said, with a small shrug. Chloe was sure she looked braver than she felt.
“Because I want to be with you, Chloe. I want what was lost to us before.” He searched her face with his eyes and then added in a low voice, “And because I’m going to kiss you.”

About the Author:

From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels.  She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.

For more information about books by Jewel Quinlan visit her website and blog or you can follow her on Facebook and Twitter

18 April 2014

Saturday After Dark Presents...Paper Kisses


My new novel Paper Kisses release next Friday (25 April) and I'm very excited to introduce Alannah & Sky's story.  As I said previously, this had been one of my first screenplays and I love that I was able to turn it into a novel. 

It's also my first full length story that's heavy on bondage.  Below is one of my favorite scenes in the story because it features a monoglove.  On Friday you'll be able to buy it from Evernight or Amazon.com.  Keep up with me on FB or Twitter for more information.
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           The vibrator touched her spine and she shivered at the pulsation teasing her nerves.  He glided the vibrator over her bound arms and she barely felt it through the leather, but it was the destination where it was heading that kept her hanging on the edge.  Down further now, touching her hip.  Oh lord, that felt nice.  Now around the back of her thigh, skimming under her ass cheeks, then up and down the crack.  Her juices were flowing so heavily she felt the wetness trickle down her thigh.  And now the vibrator slid all the way down to her slit, pressing inward through her curls.  Teasing.  Oh, the teasing was driving her insane. 
            She loved it and wanted more.  So much more.
            The vibrator touched her clit and she jerked, almost falling forward.  Sky held onto her arm to keep her upright and his warm touch only magnified everything.  He held the toy against her clit, rubbing it through her slickness and adding pressure little by little.  She wanted to hump it but her position hindered the movement so she was forced to simply let the feelings take over.  Then he pushed it into her and began fucking her, the reverberation of the rubber phallus causing her whole body to seize up.  It was so hard to catch her breath and she was panting heavily.  He never really brought the toy completely out of her and she wanted to come so bad her eyes were rolling back in her head.  It had never, ever, been like this before where her body just took over and she became this ball of pure passion.  He began to thrust the vibrator deeper, faster, harder, and she was moving as much as she could with it, wanting to come.  Needing to come. 
            “Yes,” he whispered.  “Come, baby.”
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Blurb:


When Alannah’s husband tells her she’s boring and he doesn’t want to be married to her anymore she spirals into a world of hurt and confusion.  She decides to go back to her hometown in Missouri to figure out where she lost the confident girl she used to be. 

Speeding into town, she’s pulled over by her old best friend, Skylar Randall, now the town sheriff.  He’s still mad at her for leaving twelve years ago without a word of good-bye.  But suddenly Sky isn’t just her high school friend anymore, he’s morphed into a man who goes after what he wants, and he’s just declared he wants her.

But Sky’s private world is one full of bondage and in trying to silence the doubts in her head, he will tie her up as long as it takes for her realize that what she really left behind was faith, hope and whole lot of kisses.
 
Links:
Amazon author page:
http://www.amazon.com/BethD.Carter/e/B00EOTD1T0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1385417145&sr=8-1

15 April 2014

Welcome Doris O'Connor! Excerpt from The Mating Project!



 Welcome, Doris, to Written Butterfly!  

        Thanks so much for hosting me today. I'm incredibly excited to be sharing Maria's story with you. I knew I had to write her story from the minute we meet her in book one of the Projects Series, The Orgasm Project. In that book she sets up her best friend with her brothers. In book two of the series, The Bear Project, she is there for her human work colleague Emmi, when she comes back from holiday mated to a bear shifter, and we get the first glimpse at Maria's complicated love life.

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"Oh, no," Emmi said. "You're not getting out of this so easily. Spill, Maria, what in hell is going on? You made it sound like some sort of dire emergency on the phone, so I drag myself here on my day off, and then you turn up half an hour late, and looking as though you've been dragged through a hedge backwards." Emmi stopped and properly looked at her friend. "And you were wearing those clothes yesterday. I knew it, you're seeing someone! Who is he?"
She had to be. Maria was always perfectly turned out, and she'd never wear the same clothes twice in a row, and she had sounded desperate on the phone.
Emmi crossed her arms and glared at Maria, and she squirmed.
"Them, actually, but you can't tell anyone, promise me, please."
"Two?" Emmi laughed. She couldn't help it. Here she was on the verge of combusting with sexual frustration, and Maria had snared herself two guys. "What is it with your family and threesomes?"
Maria paled, and something in her intense blue gaze told Emmi that all was not well here.
"Promise me, Emmi, you mustn't tell a soul. Not Anastasia or my brothers and certainly not Cole. Promise!"
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Yes, it's complicated, and dangerous, and Maria and her men break all the rules.

I recall my editor telling me in no uncertain terms that I'd better be writing Maria's story next, when she read that bit in The Bear Project.

*grins*

So, this is it. Maria gets her men…or does she?

You'll have to read the book to find out.  J

Blurb:
Being together could mean death to them all, but walking away is not an option…
Bloodlines need to be protected at all costs and as a true-blood cougar Maria is expected to mate with a council-approved shifter. Too bad the one chosen makes her skin crawl for all the wrong reasons.

But running away already landed her in hot water once before. Wolf shifter Malachi Luca saved her life ten years ago, and then promptly disappeared with her heart. So much for true love.
Now time is running out and Maria is feeling the strain. Seducing Professor Silas Deacon should be a welcome distraction except the human turns out to be her mate, too.
And that damn wolf—yeah he's back and determined to claim both his cat and his human. What's a girl to do? Fight for love and enjoy the awesome sex, of course.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, bondage, spanking, anal sex

Adult Excerpt:

Maria couldn't get enough air into her lungs, and she yanked on her restraints, the longer the two of them just stood there watching her through hooded lids.
Relax, little cat. Let us take care of you, and we'll deal with the rest of the world tomorrow, or next week.
Silas winked at her, and Maria's agitated cat calmed down. In fact the animal bowed her head in submission and hissed her approval when Malachi pulled his tee over his head. Her throat went dry taking in the hair roughened expanse of his chest and the force of his erection straining his jeans. Silas, too, shrugged out of his shirt and kicked off his trousers and boxer briefs in one impatient move. His magnificent cock bounced up to his navel, and Maria whimpered when he took himself in hand and stroked along his impressive girth. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the slow movement of that hand. Not even when Malachi tore her dress off her with one abrupt flick of his clawed hands.
Cool air fluttered across her exposed skin, and her breasts grew heavy as her nipples tried their best to punch through the lace of her bra. The bed dipped again when Malachi knelt next to her and with a few well-placed flicks of his claws cut away their lacy covering. He continued a downward path of pleasuring pain toward her mound, using just enough force to leave a red trail behind. The slow slide and drag of those razor-sharp nails of his caused her whole body to tense, as sensations bombarded her. More of her juices gushed out of her as her pussy clenched in desperate need to be filled, and her hips pushed up when he circled her clit with his claw, lazy, incredibly slow circles that had her panting and undulating her hips in an effort to increase the pressure to that little swollen nubbin.
"Lie still, princess, or so help me I'll leave you hanging." Malachi's hot hand landed on her belly and pushed her hips back down on the bed at the same time as Silas stepped close enough for Malachi to grasp hold of his cock. The action meant he abandoned Maria's needy clit, and she whimpered when he licked away the bead of pre-cum that had appeared on Silas's dick.
"Fuck, yes." Silas hissed the words as Malachi took all of his lover's dick in his mouth and fondled his balls with one hand. The other still held her hips down, and Maria bit her lip as arousal fizzed through her veins. She wanted to come so badly, and she was so damn close that the slight wafts of air, created by Malachi bobbing his head up and down on Silas's cock made her clit contract with need.
Silas fisted his hands in Malachi's hair and fucked his mouth with an urgency and brutal need that he'd never displayed with her. She tore her gaze away from the sight of Malachi's lips stretched across Silas's dick to find Silas's gaze riveted between her thighs.
Maria whimpered at the heat of that gaze, until Silas pulled away from Malachi and knelt next to her head instead.
Grasping his dick, slick with Malachi's saliva, he ran it across her bottom lip, and Maria opened her mouth eagerly to take in as much as he could. Silas kept his hand on the base of his shaft to stop her from choking on his length, and she shot him a grateful look, as he started to fuck her mouth. The taste of him mixed in with Malachi's earthy scent, and she swallowed the first spurts of his cum down.
"Fuck, that's so hot."
Malachi's words sounded strained and slightly distorted as though he was more wolf than man right now, and Silas fucked her faster. One hand wrapped in her hair as he held her head at just the right angle to serve his needs, and the knowledge that he used her to his ends, had her grow even wetter. The rip of fabric as her underwear tore made her shudder, and there was the swipe of Malachi's rough tongue, and her body tensed. His claws dug into her ass as he lifted her up to give himself better access to her drenched core, and she screamed as her first orgasm ripped through her body.
Malachi chuckled into her pussy and then stepped up his efforts as Silas pulled out of her mouth and his hot cum splashed over her breasts.
Maria was too far gone to care, because Malachi now pushed two fingers into her channel, and finding her sweet spot in record time sent her over the edge twice more.
By the time she could draw air into her lungs, Silas was removing her leg shackles and Malachi had rid himself of his trousers. His cock was just as thick, if not thicker than Silas's. It wasn't quite as long, and the head of his dick looked swollen and purple, the balls drawn up tight to his body as though he was barely holding in his cum.
Malachi’s stubble glistened with the evidence of her arousal, and when he bent to devour her mouth his with his, she tasted herself in with him. It pitched her need for him sky high again, despite her earlier orgasms, and she pleaded with him in between kisses.
"Please, please…"
He pulled away and with a wicked grin bent down to lick the sticky evidence of Silas's cum of her breasts. Silas joined him on the other side, and the dual sensations sent her clit and pussy into overdrive. There was something so dirty and yet terribly arousing in the act, and when both men bit down on one erect nipple each, another orgasm ripped through her.

Buy it from Evernight Publishing. For all other Buy links, please check here.


Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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13 April 2014

Welcome Lynn Rae & Peri Elizabeth Scott - Q & A, Blurb & Excerpt!



Hello Lynn & Peri!

Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly to talk about your new release “Prohibited”!  I adore the Roaring Twenties so I wanted to get some information about your book.

Q:  Could you tell us a little about “Prohibited”?

Prohibited features a handsome owner of a speakeasy, when prohibition is a watch word. He hides another secret, one that could get him killed, given his public flaunting of societal conventions. When he meets a modern woman who disapproves of his career choice, their courtship is stormy, but it’s her innate sense of honor that saves him in the end.


Q:  How much research did you do for this book? Did you find any cool tidbits in your research?

Lynn Rae: I did a lot of research with period newspapers and some secondary sources, especially when it came to women’s reproductive health. In a former life I was an archivist and the Teens, Twenties, and Thirties were decades I had a lot of experience with, so I relied on my own familiarity as well. One interesting fact about the Twenties that plays a part in our book is during that decade, the Ku Klux Klan was very popular in Ohio and had ties to the Women’s Christian Temperance Union, the group that was instrumental in bringing about the twenty-first amendment to the U.S. constitution.

Q:  Since you wrote “Prohibited” together, how was that collaboration?  Is it hard to write with a partner? 

Lynn Rae: I didn’t find it difficult at all, it was great getting to be creative with someone who ‘gets’ me. Writing is solitary work, and it was so nice to have that immediate give and take with someone. It was also great that we got a sexy book out of it too!

Q: I see that is this part of the “Forbidden Series”.  Is the next book set in the Roaring Twenties?  Can you give a little hint about what’s to come? 

Peri Elizabeth Scott: The next book in the series is set later in the twenties, when things are a tad less roaring as the country edges toward the Great Depression. It features some of the characters from Prohibited, another unlikely couple who are another wonderful example of how love conquers all.

Blurb:

In the early 1920’s in Lima, Ohio, John MacDonald Adair hides his speakeasy from the law, and his mixed heritage from the KKK, mingling with the rich, piling up the cash and taking his pleasure within the ranks of the flappers who patronize his speak.

Lilly Townsend is a serious, modern woman, a suffragette and temperance advocate with nothing to hide and no patience for the frivolity of the times. And she doesn’t break the rules—yet.

Such disparate souls should never meet, but Fate conspires otherwise. Powerless against overwhelming chemistry, and something far deeper, Mac and Lilly must make some difficult choices and face down societal mores—together—to attain their happily ever after.

Excerpt:
Making her way up the wide stone steps to the porch, Lilly shifted the pie to one hand and pressed the doorbell with the other. There was a barely discernible chime through the leaded glass and walnut door but no other sound. She waited and pressed the button again. The door opened with a rattle and creak.
When she recognized the person glaring at her, all the breath left her body in a gasp. It was Mac Adair. Of course. Of all the people in Lima who could have purchased this house next to hers, it would have to be that man.
He narrowed his eyes at her and propped his arm across the door opening as if to deny her entrance. He was wearing a soft-looking red shirt with far too many buttons unfastened, and sturdy black trousers. When she realized he wasn’t wearing an undershirt and she could see the tanned muscles of his chest, her arms weakened and the pie wobbled and dropped from her useless hands.
Stifling a shriek, Lilly flailed for the pan but it was too late to catch it. Spraying its contents, the pie landed on the porch with a sickening squash and the entire pastry top cracked apart as reddish goo welled up like heart’s blood. Scarlet gobbets clung to her forearms and the front of her embroidered linen dress.
Horrified, she looked up to find Mac Adair still staring at her, although his features had smoothed away from the frown he’d worn earlier. The corners of his mouth twitched with disgust or amusement at her predicament. Lilly knew her own mouth was gaping open but she was frozen with embarrassment and powerless to close it.
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Stricken might be too strong a word for Mac to apply in this circumstance, but it came damn close. Perhaps another might find humor in this beauty brought to her knees by some version of slapstick, but he was mortified for her.
It wasn’t lost on him, this neighborly gesture of welcome, although no doubt she’d have painted a black daub on his door to warn others had she known he lived here after the way he’d treated her in his speakeasy. Mac fumbled for his handkerchief.
“Here, let me…” He squatted to reach out and pat the worst of the spill from her wrist then thought better of it and offered the cloth to her to apply instead.
Trembling fingers snatched it from his grasp, the slight contact sparking a frission of static up his forearm. Lil patted at the sticky fruit and flakes of pastry, lips set in a thin line as she visibly regained her composure. Not that her full, bee-stung mouth could compress into a truly regimented grimace.
 “Thank you.” A quiet, dignified murmur at last. She raised her coffee brown eyes to his again, the long lashes sweeping up to unveil returning self possession. His heart pounded harder, and another part of his anatomy responded as well, refusing to listen to his brain scold.
As awkward as a boy in the company of his first crush, Mac struggled to his feet, offering her the hand not occupied with the detritus of the pie as he did so. Lil reached out to take it, and their fingers met amidst the gooey residue as he helped her up. He felt his lips twitching and registered a similar movement of Lil’s. Laughter bubbled over, a welcome warmth that enveloped his senses, and he guffawed in response.
“Mac Adair.”
“Lilly Townsend.”
“My pleasure to meet you, Miss Townsend. Please come in and you can freshen up.”
 “I think it will take more than a mere freshen up. And it’s Mrs. Townsend, but please call me Lilly. After our two, um, disparate meetings…”
She was married? How had he missed that fine gold band? Married to that sap.
“Ah—” What in hell was that man’s name she was with last night? “So, Walter is your husband.”
“Walter? Heavens, no! My husband passed four years ago.”
The rush of relief at the news made his knees weak—he was a total bastard for welcoming such news. “I’m sorry for your loss, Lilly.”
“Thank you.” She stared at him expectantly and he shuffled backwards into the foyer. Lilly gracefully followed, only to come up short.
“Do you have a powder room on the main floor?”
“There’s a newly constructed bath just off the foyer.”
Carefully disposing of the ruined pie in his sterile kitchen, he hustled back to the porch with a rag and a small basin of water. He hadn’t cleaned a floor on his knees in, well, ever, but the flies were gathering.
When Lilly emerged, the stuff of her dress sported large, spreading damp spots tinged with an unfortunate hue of pink, the same hint of blush remained on her cheeks.
“I had no idea you were my aunt and uncle’s new neighbor.” The frost was back in her tone.
“Or you wouldn’t have deigned to make me a welcome to the neighborhood pie. Let alone cross the threshold.” Damn it, he was biting back as a dog snaps at flies.
She flinched at his comment and held her head even higher. “I definitely wouldn’t have. You own a speakeasy! Your reputation—”
My reputation? I’m a businessman, Mrs. Townsend. I serve the public, at least those who seek my services. And if memory serves, you were in my speak just last night. How might that have impugned your reputation, I wonder? Or perhaps it reflected who you are beneath the trappings.”
If he could have ripped out his tongue by its very roots he would have done. Lilly’s breasts lifted and fell rapidly in response to his set down and he tore his eyes away from that bewitching sight to meet her very hurt gaze, swiftly being hidden by outrage and disdain.
I know who I am beneath my trappings. Mr. Adair. Who or what do you hide behind yours? My slight lapse in judgment last evening, correction, serious lapse in judgment won’t be repeated. Of that I can assure you!”
Hell’s teeth, she was lovely! All flashing eyes and high color. He couldn’t resist pushing her harder.
“I knew my first impression of you was correct.”
She sputtered. It was fascinating to observe, those succulent lips parting with fury.
“If you consider calling me priggish and straight-laced an insult, sir, you’re sorely mistaken. I’m simply fine with your assessment. At least I’m contributing to the moral compass of this world, unlike some people who undermine the very fabric of—oomph.”
It was just too much. Too much of everything. She had slipped a verbal dagger between his ribs and pierced his conscience. Coupled with her intense appeal, he felt pushed over the brink and reacted to both quiet her and soothe his abraded soul.
Her wealth of hair spilled from its gathered twist on the back of her head as he pulled her roughly into his arms, soft curves imprinting against his chest. He caught a glimpse of her wide, startled eyes before taking her mouth with his own in fierce possession, plundering the seam of her lips. Groaning with the effort of suppressing his lust—he longed to sweep her up and carry her into the parlor where a fainting couch reposed—Mac contented himself with kissing them both senseless.

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 Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. She and her husband have a wonderful son, and a house full of animals. She recently closed her part time private practice as a social worker and child play therapist to spend more time with her husband. Peribeth has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, and reads everything she can lay her hands on. She has just begun to pen contemporary romance, although has published dark erotica under another pen name.

Lynn Rae makes her home in land-locked central Ohio after time spent in the former Great Black Swamp, beside the Ohio River, and along the Miami and Erie Canal.  With professional experience in fields ranging from contract archaeology to librarianship along with making donuts and teaching museum studies, Lynn enjoys incorporating her quirky sense of humor and real-life adventures into her writing (except the naughty bits).  She writes sci-fi, contemporary, and historical romances.

11 April 2014

Saturday After Dark Presents...The Bet

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It's been a while since I was able to post to Saturday After Dark and I'm so glad I'm able to be back!  I've had a lot of things happen.  I signed with Evernight Publishing and was able to bring three short erotica stories I wrote to life.  One of them is titled "The Bet" and I've posted the super hot excerpt below. 

"The Bet" is part of a line called Romance on the Go.  These are short, but complete, romances for people who need that quick romance fix.  It's a great line for someone commuting to work, for someone waiting for a bus or, like me, waiting in line to get on a ride at Universal Studios.  Yes, when the Transformers ride is an hour wait, I'm shuffling along while reading on Ruby (my e-reader).

I wrote "The Bet" for an anthology but I decided not to submit it.  So it sat in my files for a while until I had the brilliant idea of sending it Evernight. 
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“Oh, girl, your touch is magic,” he whispered.
He lay back and let her continue her magical touch. In the daylight his girth and length were just as impressive as she remembered. The barbell twinkled up at her like it was saying hi.
Hello, apadravya, may I kiss you now?
She proceeded to do just that before taking Saber’s long hard cock into her mouth. This time she wasn’t going to stop. Up and down she bobbed her head, each time relaxing her throat a little more. In a short time she was deep-throating him, making him moan and shake with pleasure. After a few minutes of driving Saber out of his mind she was able to swallow all of him. He let out a deep moan of pleasure, and his hands tangled in her hair. And then he was face fucking her, using her hair to move her mouth up and down his dick.
She kept her throat relaxed and let him do the work. She’d just reap the benefits when he came. And then she felt his body shudder and knew he was about to blow.
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BLURB:
Ember has not had an easy life.  She takes care of her alcoholic mother by holding down two jobs and rarely has time for anything else.  When a rich young man asks her on a date she happily says yes to a free meal.  However, instead of dinner, she becomes the bet in a game of pool.

Saber is the hustler who just won her, but instead of feeling threatened, she feels attracted to the obvious bad boy in leathers and tattoos.  As the night wears on she falls more and more under his spell until they can’t keep their hands off each other.  But Saber’s hustled one too many people and now Ember’s date wants his money back…one way or another.

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