Friday, October 02, 2015

Cover Reveal: Claimed by Three #coverreveal

I'm happy to show you my latest cover! It's Claimed by Three coming soon from Loose Id!

Drum Roll...October 20th! 

Cover artist Natasha Snow designed this gorgeous art and I love it!

Claimed by Three Blurb:

Kassius, Teague, and Berenger are dealing with vandalism on their property, but they aren’t waiting any longer to claim Sephanie. They intend to draw the beautiful, curvy woman into their lives with romance and all the sex she can handle while they discover who is behind the trouble.

Sephanie has always wanted a menage and jumps at the chance to date the three sexy men. Their first dates are everything she’s dreamed of and leave her craving more. When vandalism and sabotage begins to focus on her, Sephanie doesn’t understand it, but is determined to stay with her men.

When their woman is targeted, Berenger, Teague, and Kassius will do anything to keep her safe. But the person behind the attacks won’t stop until he has what he wants. The three men will have to end the threat, before they can fully claim their woman.

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Thursday, October 01, 2015

Guest Post: Cheerleaders in Heat by Muffy Wilson

I'd like to welcome Muffy Wilson to my blog! She has a new release, Cheerleaders in Heat! Read on enjoy the hot excerpt!

Cheerleaders in Heat
   Muffy Wilson  and  Chrissy Laurence
                @SexyMuffyWilson            @LaurenceChrissy                   

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Miami Rattlers Cheerleader Cherie Redd is exquisitely beautiful, athletic, and very, very lonely. Romance: a puzzling phenomenon she figured had something to do with guys' fear of rejection or lack of self-confidence because they just didn't have what it takes to win someone like Cherie. 
Titillatingly sexy and breathtakingly beautiful, Cherie and her other cheerleading friends often spent their lonely Saturday nights lamenting their beauty and available just for the asking. The prettiest single women around: lonely, loveless and forlorn.
Frustrated by too many quiet nights at home or with other cheerleaders, Cherie was oh-so-eager for romance and a man to seduce her lavishly. She wanted to feel what a real orgasm in the arms of an adoring man was like once again. So, she tucked her vibrator away and took to the Internet. Cherie had no clue how rapidly the seduction would begin or where her life would careen as a result. Painfully naive and overwhelmed by admirers before her spinning head cleared, Cherie was learning things her momma never even knew enough to warn her about. 
Follow Cherie and her friends as their sexual scoreboards light up brighter than in any stadium as their downward spiral introduces them to hot ménage sex, perversion and degradation.
Or does it?
Even his muscles have muscles for The Girls

An Insatiable Appetite for the Explicit *HOT* Edge 
Once in awhile, a book comes along that really captures your imagination. 
This book does that.
It begins as a charming “anything goes” chronicle of Cherie, and her cheerleader friend’s, 
journey beginning with Internet dating on the wild-side of South Miami nightlife. 
Timely situational circumstances hold a mirror on the breath of today’s edgy living, sensation-seeking society reflecting a degradational descent into drugs, alcohol, BDSM, casual sex, and sexual perversions.
This book was hard to put down. The pace was a roller-coaster ride of surprising 
twists and turns—some funny, some not, all thought provoking—all totally absorbing.
However, the underlying story is one of love: 
wanting it, losing it, looking for it, finding it,  and underestimating the power of love.
Outstanding, entertaining read! Wilson and Laurence nailed this one! 
You will not see the end coming…..
~ PA Jiuditta

As the evening darkened into night, the lights of Miracle Mile slowly came on, one-by-one, to welcome the late comers to the Strip. They were clearly interested in one another, their eyes locked in a magnetic embrace. Her emerald eyes lost their golden flecked luster to a dark, nighttime desire, matching Juan’s. Their hands touched often, fingertips communicating the messages lovers speak that only they can hear. Cherie, thinking the better of the two with the most to lose, excused herself to the ladies room.
The Girls take on the Hot-Hungry Media
There was a fiery feeling building up a steam that needed expression and release. In the restroom stall, Cherie raised her dress and put her hand up her thigh. She moved her red thong out to the side as she searched for her honey spot, now wet and eager. She knew this would not take long; so much emotion had burned through her already tonight.  Her head relaxed to the wall and she began to finger herself rapidly as she thought about Juan holding his cigar and the size of his hands. God, but he was handsome, tall and virile. She wondered about his cock. Was he circumcised or did he have a turtleneck sweater? She smiled and released a slight giggle. Was he long, thin, short, thick, wide and flat, bushy or trimmed?  How did he smell: like a warm musky forest after a light rain or like boot leather? Did he like briefs or boxers?  Oh, God, maybe a thong… Oh God, oh God, maybe he was wearing a thong now, or nothing! She could feel the earlier tension redirecting energy to her clit as she became more and more aroused at the thought of Juan’s cock.  She was adept at fingering herself and she wasted no energy now.  She began to moan and move with the rhythm of her hand and fingers.  She released her neck muscles and her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder.  She could feel it all over now, everywhere.  She was electrified, getting wetter with each stroke. Damn, she wished she had her finger vibrator, but she only carried it when she travelled. She would have to rethink that strategy another time.
She is reading for pointers from The Girls
She moaned, gyrated, clinched and quivered.  She moved in harmony with her passion, with the ebb and flow of her pulse. Her eyes closed floating in the image of Juan, and then she raised her foot to the seat in the stall.  She spread her legs giving her hand full open access: oh, what a vision she must have been.  She was hot, looked sublime, and coming soon in her red silk undies.  Her thong and garter belt pushed aside, she tormented her clit and pussy.  Aware that people looked at her as if they wanted her made her feel better and gave her an emotional edge. She pretended Juan was looking at her now in the same way.
She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pink pearl of her existence.  She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Juan kissing her, holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her aureole and bite her nipples.  Her hardened nipples stretched and made an appearance under her tight fully
He just collided with an 80 year-old Grandmother at a bus stop
fitted dress.  God!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came.  She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles.  She felt like a new woman: a woman that knew she should be headed home before her quality time with the man at hand, Juan, turned into quality debauchery. 
Cherie emerged from the ladies’ room looking like a redheaded goddess, to Juan’s eye. It was a wonder to him what women could do to themselves in a few short minutes to freshen up.  Begging the late hour and an early call tomorrow, Cherie left after the next glass of wine and a penetrating kiss promised more to come.

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Chrissy Laurence ~

Chrissy Laurence is the cousin of Best Selling mystery writer C.K.Laurence. Chrissy has always wanted to write, but until her dear friend Muffy encouraged her to do so, she kept the manuscript she had started tucked away without moving forward.
Thrilled with the opportunity to collaborate, she forwarded her manuscript to Muffy. It turned out that the two women were a perfect team and the result of Chrissy and Muffy's work is CHEERLEADERS IN HEAT...
Yours to read and enjoythoroughly!

Muffy Wilson ~ 

Muffy, author of erotic, romantic novels and stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California at Davis and majored in Business Management. She entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic one hundred year old tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold.They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest writing sexy stories and sensual literotica.  ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion. 

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Friday, September 25, 2015

Guest Blog: Eyes Wide Open by Lucy Felthouse #erotica #romance #bdsm #menage #mmf

I'd like to welcome Lucy Felthouse to the blog. She has a new release out! Read on and enjoy the delicious excerpt!

A standalone novel from the Totally Five Star imprint.

An ordinary girl catapulted into an extraordinary world meets two even more extraordinary men—but what will she do when she discovers their sexy secret?

Fiona Gillespie moved to London shortly after graduating to take advantage of the opportunities the capital could offer. However, months later, she’s still living in a horrid flat and working in a grimy East End pub. The problem is, she doesn’t really know what she wants to do, career-wise. So when she happens upon an advertisement for a job at a plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. A great deal of determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role.
But working at the Totally Five Star London is just the beginning. She adores the role and flourishes, impressing her bosses and making her increasingly determined to climb the career ladder.
While her career is flying, though, her love life is non-existent. She hasn’t even thought about men, never mind met or dated one for months, so when she bumps into two gorgeous businessmen in the hotel, she’s surprised to find her head has been well and truly turned. Even more surprisingly, they flirt with her—both of them! She’s drawn to James and Logan, despite feeling that they’re way out of her league.

When a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous top-floor suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover. Scenes of people-trafficking, drug-pushing and wild sex parties all appear in her active imagination. Yet what she actually sees is something she’d never even considered before, something that piques her interest.

After discovering their sexy secret, what will she do with this new-found knowledge?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal play, spanking, sex toys and bondage.


Continuing to surreptitiously peer at the men over the rim of her glass, it hit her that this was the first time in months that she’d looked at a man with interest, much less two men—and at the same time! But, ready to snatch her gaze away if one of them happened to glance at her, she realized that it wasn’t surprising that the pair had attracted her attention.

The tailored business suits would draw the eye even on an ugly guy. But on these two, the fine clothing was practically an orgasm for the gaze. They sat opposite each other, and their angle to her meant that she had a view of both their profiles—lucky her.

The one to her right had very dark, almost black hair, with a bit of a curl to it, a long straight nose, a trimmed goatee and, if she wasn’t mistaken, deep blue eyes. It was hard to tell for sure from this distance and perspective.
The one on her left had lighter, shorter hair, stubble that by some magical feat still looked smart, and the most sinful lips she’d ever set eyes on. And speaking of eyes, she thought perhaps his were green. What she wouldn’t give to go and check both of them out close up, preferably naked.

Shocked at her own sudden lustful thoughts, she inhaled more than drank another sip of the juice. Unfortunately, it hit her throat all wrong and she almost slammed the glass down as she started to cough. She tried so hard to suppress the cough, eager not to draw attention to herself, that she made it worse. Snatching up the thick linen serviette from the table, she held it to her mouth as she spluttered in a most embarrassing manner, and tears began to roll down her cheeks. By now, she was sure that the whole damn restaurant was staring at her, and she wished the tablecloths reached the floor, like the ones in the restaurant upstairs, so she could hide under the table until she regained her composure.

Swallowing repeatedly to try to soothe her irritated throat, she gasped as a gentle hand laid on her shoulder, which set her off all over again.

“Oh God,” came a voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you jump. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. See if I could help.”

Unable to speak, Fiona waved a hand to try to signal that she’d be okay, but unless the guy was a mind reader, he’d have no luck figuring that out. Blinking through the tears that marred her vision, her urge to hide underneath the table grew stronger. Christ, it was only the hottie with the blue eyes. And, if she wasn’t mistaken, his sexy friend with the green eyes was also hovering close by, concern etched into his handsome features.

Managing to drag in a breath, she huffed out, “Thank you.”

Just then, Jeremy arrived with a carafe of water, complete with ice, and poured her a glassful. “Here you go, Fiona. Drink this. Are you all right? Anything else I can get you?”

Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Cutting and writing #update

I'm back. I didn't realize it had been so long since I'd posted until I came to schedule something for a little later in the week. So I thought I'd post a little update about what I've been doing.

Well, I'm doing some cutting on the Bears. I'm in the process of revising that story. Still trying to find the right title for it. (Big Sigh. I like the parts I'm cutting. It's great to know that what I'm taking out isn't total crap. It's story that either doesn't fit, is information that comes before where the story should begin, or doesn't advance the story.

What I've snipped so far comes under the second. I started the story too early when I originally wrote it. Yes, the information is interesting and might even be related to the something that happens to one of the characters, but the scene's not needed in the story.

I've also been working on Touch of the Moon. My hero Quintus is in some trouble right now. He's determined to help out his moon witch, but Andrea (not sure about her name, but it will probably survive the first draft) doesn't want him hurt. She's suddenly realized he's in far more danger than she is.

So that's what I've been doing lately.

Wednesday, September 09, 2015

WIP Excerpt: Touch of the Moon #excerpt #mfrwauthor

Hi since it's been a few days (okay like 8 days) since I posted I thought I'd share a story excerpt of one of my WIP, Touch of the Moon.  Maybe a hotter excerpt at a later point. I've been working on it and solidifying the plot of a bounty hunter story which will be put onto the list to work on when I finish something.

Andrea Benoit stopped at the bottom step of her Mamere’s old two story house. Located at the edge  of the swamp, her grandmother had lived isolated, especially these last few years. Andrea bit her lip  and swallowed hard. She looked at the ground.

They should have come out here more often. At the last, Mamere Sylvie had pushed everyone away. She’d been angry. So angry. They hadn’t been able to get her to talk to them or discover the reason behind it.

Mamere had died two weeks ago. At first, she’d been so lost in grief that she hadn’t listened to the talk of neighbors and others in the city. Eventually though, she’d heard. Tales of a ghost appearing in homes, touching someone, and leaving them confused and weak. Sickness characterized by continued weakness, nausea, and tiredness followed that ghostly touch. The illness lasted a few days and then faded. There was no physical reason for the malady.

“Drea, we’ll figure this out. It might not be Mamere, but we have to be sure.” Charisse came up beside her and put her hand on her shoulder.

Andrea looked over at her sister. She mustered a little smile and nodded. At least, she wasn’t alone doing this. She had her sisters. Bethany, Daniela, Savannah and Charisse.

It might not be, but some of the symptoms the people talked about were suspicious. The confusion and disorientation sounded familiar and much too similar to the power of Nox. Nox was an ancestor on their father’s side.

Andrea had never experienced the powers, because she had them herself, she seemed to be immune to them. The intensity and effects depended on the situation. Darkness surrounded the person. Not normal darkness where light could penetrate. Nothing could pierce the cloud of darkness produced. Disorientation and confusion swept over the victim. It could be mild and of short duration or it could last for days. If the person wielding the abilities wanted, they could slip in and slit the person’s throat.

Those abilities worked on immortals with just as much effectiveness as they did mortals. There was a reason that Nox was one of the only gods Jupiter feared. Andrea had heard talk of the ability expanding to being able to pull someone or something into the oblivion of darkness. She didn’t know if that was a rumor, but it was probably possible. Not to mention Nox’s prophetic abilities.

Mamere Sylvie had a bit of the Nox abilities, but she didn’t receive immortality, the line was too diluted.

Andrea had the feeling that being a moon witch wasn’t enough for her Mamere. That might explain why Mamere had become so angry. Maybe she’d been trying to extend her life and failed. The ghost part, well, Mamere might have found a way to keep some of her abilities after death. It didn’t make sense though. What could she hope to accomplish though?

“Ready?” Daniela walked up to stand near the stairs.

“As I’ll ever be. If we’re right about this, she’s been doing things we’ll be cleaning up for years.” Andrea took a deep breath and let it flow out of her.

“There’s been something off with her for a while. And you know I still say she had something to do with mom and dad going to Elys and not coming back.” Bethany walked up the steps onto the porch. Her black hair was cut in a short pixie cut.

There probably was something more to it than her mother wanting an extended time in the realm of the Erysi or the gods as they were once known. Her father was technically human, although his life had been extended when he’d bonded with Selene, their mother, once known to many as goddess of the moon. She was immortal and his life was tied with hers.

Unless attitudes had changed significantly in Elys, her father couldn’t be very comfortable there among those elitist snobs. Not everyone was like that, but those that were could make that place unbearable in spite of the beauty and peace to be found there.

“Well, we’ll learn about that when we get in there.” Andrea exhaled and slowly climbed the steps.

Yes, Mamere had been acting weird for a while, but who wanted to think that their grandmother was doing something evil. Especially do something to her own son so bad that he had to leave.

Andrea pulled out her keys and walked to the big double doors. She inserted the key and unlocked the house. They hadn’t been here since the day they learned of Mamere’s death.

She pushed the doors open and looked around at the antique furniture in the entrance. The wooden furniture still gleamed with polish. The room had looked just this way for as long as she could remember.

“Where do we start?” Savannah walked over to the curio cabinet. She trailed her fingers across one of the glass panes.

Mamere would absolutely hate that. She didn’t like people touching her antiques. Not because she feared things being broken. No, Mamere simply hated anyone touching anything that belonged to her. She was very possessive.

“Her study?” Charisse gestured to the thick wooden door to the right. “it’s one of the places she kept important things. The only one we wouldn’t have to go looking in drawers and various little cupboards for her current hiding place.”

Very true. The study was Mamere’s work room, but they all knew she had books, notes, and folders spread throughout the house. Andrea could remember getting a tablecloth at one of their family meals years ago. She’d found a notebook tucked into the folded cloth. Mamere had smacked her hand, taken the notebook, and yelled at her not to be snooping. The old woman had been a fiery matriarch.
The problem was Andrea could remember a different Mamere than the secretive, angry woman that had been present for the last few years. She’d been loving and funny, always a proud woman, but family centered.

“Let’s go. It will take us a while even in there. Last time I saw it, there were stacks of books and such everywhere. It probably got worse since then.” Savannah walked over to the door and turned the knob.

The doorknob turned, but stopped before the latch clicked open. Savannah tried again. The door didn’t open.

When Andrea thought about, she didn’t really expect it to simply swing wide. That wasn’t the way Mamere worked. At least not in the last few years. She’d been paranoid about keeping her privacy.

“Where do you think the key is?” Charisse asked.

“If I know Mamere, it was buried with her.” Andrea clenched her fist and thought about what they should do.

“Do you think we should use a spell to open it?” Bethany came to stand in front of the door.

“No.” Andrea shook her head. “She’d expect us to use magic. If she turned bad before she died, she’d set a trap. We’ll open it physically and check for a spell.”

“Any ideas on how to do it?” Bethany glanced over at her.

Andrea smiled. “Yeah, Dad told stories about using a nail file to unlock these doors when he was young. I figure if none of us have a nail file we can use a thin screw driver. I have one of those in my tool kit in my car.”

The inside doorknobs hadn’t been changed. They were still the old mortise locks which could be unlocked with a skeleton key. They didn’t have one though.

“Well, I have a nail file in my purse. We can certainly try it.” Charisse opened her purse and dug through it.

Andrea watched as Charisse dug around in the brightly colored bag. It was a large thing that held far more than a wallet and nail kit. Charisse finally found the nail kit, lifting it out and waving it in the air.

“Here, see what you can do with it.” Charisse handed Andrea the nail file.

Andrea knelt in front of the door. “You four be ready, just in case.”

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