Showing posts with label Excerpt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Excerpt. Show all posts

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Guest Blog--Taking Eve by Tina Donahue

Today, I'd like to welcome Tina Donahue to my blog. She's celebrating her latest release, Taking Eve, which came out on June 25. She's given a us a very delicious excerpt, so read on and enjoy.


A willing slave to possession, punishment, pleasure…

Dreams of a manor where submission and dominance once ruled draws Faith to hypnotherapist Colin Danes. Potently virile, he looks remarkably like her most cherished master from a past life. Desire smolders in his eyes, proving he’s never forgotten her.
Their carnal dance continues in the present and leads to their past when she was known as Eve. Through hypnotherapy, Colin brings her back to the Victorian era, a hidden estate where she eagerly submits to whatever he and her other noble masters crave. The exquisite discipline of the strap. Being bid on and mounted each night. Displayed and used for the enjoyment of all.
Most will take her. One will try to imprison her. Only he will be her true master in that life and this.


Eve was still bathing when he came for her. A man whose presence she’d frequently felt. A stranger she’d often seen riding past this cottage, his steed magnificent, a sorrel with a startling white mane and tail.
At those times, she’d noted the man’s well-defined features, noble bearing, the way his attention had focused on her alone. How his gaze had lingered and possessed, warming her skin, calling to everything female within her, demanding her submission. She’d given it, not moving, scarcely drawing a breath, her work forgotten.
Nothing except him had mattered.
Not once had he spoken or made a demand. During his increasingly prolonged observations of her, he’d been content—or obliged—to do no more than look.
Now, she saw the rope he held in one gloved hand.
Eve’s belly fluttered.
The ends of the rope jumped as he moved past the doorway, his height requiring him to stoop to avoid striking his head. He wore no top hat. Snow dusted his dark hair and shoulders. His ankle-length cloak was of fine black wool, lined with fur, his eveningwear consisting of a dark coat cinched at the waist and trousers of the same color. Fresh milk couldn’t compete with the flawless white of his vest and cravat, tied perfectly about his throat.
He closed the door, bolting it against interruption of what he was about to do.
The thought of it—and the metal’s sharp clack—caused Eve to start. Her pulse pounded fiercely. The candles Mrs. Trumble had lit stopped flickering at the wind’s departure. A few stray snowflakes floated in the air.
Eve felt none of the chill that he’d brought inside, only intense heat, spreading from her chest to her belly and cunt, then to her neck. Her throat tightened, not allowing her to make any sound as he stopped just short of the tub. Close enough for her to see his lushly lashed eyes, of the purest blue, more glorious than any sky.
He regarded her naked breasts to the exclusion of every other part of her and spoke for the first time. “Pull back your arms and arch your back. Present yourself to me.”
His voice was quiet yet commanding, smooth yet rough with arousal.
Unsteady with desire, Eve did as he wanted. She had no other choice. She wanted none. With her back arched and her arms drawn back, she lifted her breasts in offering.
He studied the ripe globes and her tightened nipples at a leisurely pace, moving from one side of the tub to the other to get his fill.
Eve remained a silent, obedient witness to his brazen perusal. Craving and enjoying it, desire pulsing through her.
A small smile touched his lips as her breasts quivered with her quick breaths. At length, his attention moved lower, to the part of her the bath continued to hide. Its violet-scented water reflected the candles’ flames, which tinted it gold and orange. Warm colors that hardly matched the heat blazing within Eve.
“You know what to expect?” he asked.
She nodded.
“All of it?”
Eve thought not, so she shook her head.
He seemed pleased by that and began, “From this moment forward, you’re never to cover yourself in any of your Masters’ presence. Your breasts, nipples, mouth, cunt, ass and anus are ours to use as we please. Whatever we require of you, no matter how demanding or indecent, you’re to obey with the greatest haste. You belong to us now. We have your agreement. Did you make it willingly?”
Eve had.
Thank you so much for stopping by Tina!

Happy Reading!

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Guest Blog--Katya Armock--To Snarl or to Snuggle

Today, Katya Armock has stopped by the blog to share the blurb and an excerpt from her latest release, To Snarl or to Snuggle. It's an erotic paranormal romance and the 3rd in her Hidden Lines series. So enjoy the excerpt and the gorgeous cover.


She just wants to make it through her whirlwind wedding. Too bad life isn’t cooperating.

Chloe thinks her life is just about perfect. She’s finally got her psychic abilities under control, her relationship with her father has never been better, and she’s finally marrying her shape-shifter boyfriend Jorge. But when a teenage shape-shifter in need of help leads Jorge’s rival to their door, Chloe’s perfect life deserts her. Chloe’s mother and grandmother find themselves in a psychic feud that leaves Chloe caught in the wake, and a woman with suspect motives insinuates herself into Chloe’s life. Throw in a shocking revelation about the origins of her family’s extrasensory abilities, and she’s not sure she’ll make it down the aisle in one piece, let alone live long enough for a happily ever after…

And she thought meeting her in-laws was tough.


I return his kiss and clumsily finish unbuttoning his shirt. We break apart long enough for him to strip his shirt and me to lose mine and my bra. I nuzzle his neck, nipping at the tender skin along his collarbone as I rub my hands over the rippling muscles in his back. He groans, pushing us down until we lie side by side on the bed. We kick off our pants and underwear, our naked legs entwined. His erect cock presses near my core and fires the heat between us.

“I can’t wait to be married to you. To have you be mine in that way.” His voice is husky, his breath a hot trail along my cheek between his peppering kisses.

I melt against him, utterly vulnerable yet feeling so safe in his arms. I reach out to him through our connection, sending images of our merging body and soul.

“Come in me.” It’s half demand, half plea.

With a sexy smile, he pushes me to my back, his body over mine, his arms tight along my sides. As he slides into my waiting sex, I arch into him and hook my legs around his waist. Heat rolls off of him and his rumbling purr sends shivering vibrations through me. Well, the purr and his cock. And if I’m being fair, his touch, his essence, his mind, his soul.

He kisses me quickly, and I look at him in question when he pulls back. He smiles, his pace slowing but steady. “Your mind seemed to wander off a bit there. Just ensuring you’re still with me.”

“Always.” It’s a promise I intend to keep.

Buy Links:

Etopia Press
Amazon UK

Special Sale on Book 1! To Hiss or to Kiss is $0.99 for a limited time.

Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?
Abandoned by her mother and raised by a father who’d given up on life, Chloe doesn’t let anyone get close. Lucky for her, she can communicate with animals—telepathically. Animals are the only people she needs. When a suspected dogfighting ring comes to her attention, Chloe decides to do a little spying. In her rush to win the dogs’ trust, she almost gets caught.
Until a sexy stranger intervenes, and she finds she can overhear his thoughts. She’s never been able to hear people, and this man’s about as sexy as she’s ever seen. It’s more than intellectual curiosity that drives her to discover his secret: he’s a jaguar shape-shifter, and the presence of this cat among the dogs might be a bit too much to handle. But the animal attraction is just too hot to resist, and the passion between them makes both the sparks—and the fur—fly…

Buy links for To Hiss or to Kiss

Etopia Press

Author Bio:

I like books that are funny and fun to read (and hot!) but also make me think or look at the world in a new way.
These days you’ll find me writing, pet sitting, juggling a number of freelance gigs, and reigning as my home’s domestic goddess. I live in the Midwestern U.S. with my husband, dog and cats. Alas, I have, as of yet, been unable to teach my husband how to purr. I love to hear from readers. Connect with me:


Thank you for stopping by Katya!

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Lucky 7 Lover's Claim.

Nancy Corrigan tagged me in a twitter meme called lucky 7. Writers post seven sentences from page 7 or 77, seven lines down the page, from their current work in progress. When I finish, I tag seven other lucky writers to participate!

I chose Lover's Claim, because I'll be revising that puppy very soon. It's a M/F./M/M menage. Maybe come up with a name that fits it a little better than the one it currently has.

And what do you know, it's a sexy little excerpt plucked from page 77.

“Pay attention to me.” Berenger cupped her cheek and guided her head until she was looking at him. “You keep turning and wriggling and it’s going to take us longer to get you out of this dress.”

“You were the one playing with my nipples instead of undressing me.” She raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you should be the one getting his ass warmed.”
Another smack landed on her butt and before she could turn her head, Teague walked around her. 

I tag                         

So are any of you in?

Saturday, June 07, 2014

Familiar Desires Release

Alana returns to her hometown to investigate a series of disappearances, but coming home means facing the men who are her wizards and mates. A spell forces her to work alongside the sexy-as-sin brothers and the heat of their ménage flares to life. Her inner shifter wants to emerge and claim her men, but there’s so much unsaid between them.
Kane and Michael have waited years for Alana. Their Familiar fled without explanation and this time she’s not going to slip away. Their shared magic grows more intense with each passing day, but they mean to show her that there’s more than a mystical bond between them. Michael and Kane will use the sizzling desire to lure her closer until she realizes she belongs with them.
Even as Michael, Kane and Alana savor the passion, they must discover who’s behind the kidnappings, before their chance at forever is taken away.

This is an excerpt of the very first time Alana met Michael and Kane.

“I wondered if you’d like to dance with me.” The words tumbled out of Alana’s mouth and she wanted to call them back. She heard the nervousness in her voice and she wanted to appear more assured than this.
“Definitely.” Kane nodded.
“Yes. Well, that’s two affirmative answers. Got any preference on which one of us is first?” Michael smiled and leaned forward in his chair.
Alana was a little stunned and excited. She’d never thought they’d both want to dance with her. Then again, the way she’d phrased the question she could see how they could think she was asking them both. She didn’t have the heart to say that she’d only meant one of them.
“Um, no preference, it’s still early and we have plenty of time to dance.” She held out her hand.
“Yes, we do have time.” Michael stood and walked around the table.
His fingers threaded through hers. A tingle began to crawl over her skin the moment their skin touched. Her eyes widened in surprise. Her nipples tightened and hardened and she felt slick moisture begin to gather in her pussy. What the hell was that? It felt almost as if a low level electrical current was zipping into her from him.
“Are you two going to the dance floor or simply stand there looking a little stunned?” Kane’s voice cut into her shocked reverie.
Alana glanced over at Michael and found him staring at her. Maybe this wasn’t only her. “Tingles racing over your skin and the hair on your arms standing?”
“Yes, I’m glad I’m not the only one feeling as if I’ve grabbed a live wire.” Michael exhaled noticeably.  “Let’s dance.”
She nodded and walked beside him to the dance floor. On the way, she finally noticed his scent and everything suddenly became clear to her. She felt her cat rise to attention and the distinct urge to stop and rub herself all over him to make sure that any shifter who came near him knew that he was hers.
She’d found her mate. He was her mate, but the tingles were part of that. It was the Familiar bond beginning to form. It wouldn’t completely solidify until they’d had sex, but even now she was certain.
 Michael released her hand and curled an arm around her waist as a slow song began to play. His other hand brushed over her upper arm and shoulder. His fingers touched her blond hair, bringing it forward over her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around his waist and moved with the music.
He drew her close. Alana inhaled. The light scent of cologne hit her, but she sifted through it to find his personal smell. The musk mixed with the tang of his cologne. She couldn’t resist leaning into him and rubbing her cheek on his chest. Her scent mixed with his giving her a feeling of satisfaction.
“You know what this is, don’t you?” Michael’s fingers stroked over her back.
She could feel the heat of his hand through her silky black shirt. It felt good, but not enough. The tingles spread and increased, but again it was as if something was missing to that too. She clenched her fingers on his shirt. She wasn’t so sure if she wanted to talk about this yet. It might make it too real. He didn’t sound as if he was asking because he was unclear about it though.
“Yes,” she said. Her head brushed against his chest when she gave a small nod.
“Do you realize that I’m not the only one who’s part of this with you?” Michael’s hand rose and cupped her head.
Alana hoped it was because he couldn’t resist touching and exploring. She trailed her fingers up his back and then down. She itched to touch actual skin rather than the fabric of his shirt. It felt abrasive and wrong beneath her fingertips. She had enough sense though to realize this wasn’t the place to be shredding his clothing.
“I know.” She took a deep breath. It was going to get worse once she touched Kane.