Thursday, June 22, 2017

Thief of Hearts by E.D. Parr



Thank you for inviting me to your lovely blog with new release, Thief of Hearts.

I loved writing this story. Alex the fun, sexy hero thinks nothing of wandering around on tall buildings both in his day job and in his clandestine antics at night.
Lovely Blake has the wrong idea about himself. The scar on his face is a heavy load for him to carry but hunky Alex sees the beauty before him and falls in love with Blake.

There are some red-hot love scenes but behind them is a love story to make you smile.

Alex isn’t who he first appears to be. Love changes him as much as it lifts Blake from his self-doubt.

I hope that you enjoy their story.

Thief of Hearts
Thirty year old, lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his handsome face.

Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in the Blake’s looks, fun-loving Alex sets out to get Blake’s attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick.

M/M erotic romance—contains gay male anal sex, oral sex, partner masturbation in the love scenes

Read a teaser
He checked his coffee. Cool enough to drink. Kathy made the hottest coffee ever. It escaped Blake how she did it. He picked up his favorite stoneware mug and wandered to stare out at the day through the enormous plate glass windows of his eighth-floor office.

He cradled the mug in both hands. A weak sun filtered through dove-gray clouds. Blake longed for summer. Spring was cool and rainy this year. It echoed his forlorn mood most of the time. Summer meant he walked to work and sauntered home in the light evening, stopping to eat at one of the cafés, bistros, or restaurants along the way. Summer meant he might meet a guy in one of those places, if he was lucky. Blake sighed and drank some coffee. It was about time he met a guy and yet he lacked the confidence that anyone would ever want him again. I don’t have the heart to go to bars anymore, and I might run into John.

Lost in reverie, and shielded by the noise reducing double-glazing of the building, he didn’t hear the approach of the suspended scaffold containing the window cleaner. The cradle appeared before him on the other side of the glass and a gorgeous guy stared right at Blake.

Blake’s heart pounded. He had no idea why, except that the young man’s eyes were the bluest he’d ever seen, and the smile that slowly spread over the window cleaner’s face contained undisguised appraisal.

Blake took a step back from the window. He’d moved too quickly and some coffee lurched out of his mug. He shifted sideways to avoid it splashing his pristine white shirt. With a murmur of annoyance, he glanced at the young man on the scaffold.
The blue eyes held mirth, twinkling at him from the deliciously handsome face. The smile became a moue, and the window cleaner gave Blake a hands-out shrug.

Blake read the whole gesture as sympathy, but far from it helping him, he felt like a fool doing a dance of surprise and desperation. He looked down at the dark wave shape on the carpet made by the coffee and sighed. Am I so lonely that the sight of a handsome man turns me into an idiot? Yeah…

In an effort to gain control, Blake dared to lift his gaze to the man outside. He’d expected water to smear the glass, but the guy hadn’t made any effort to clean the window so Blake had a clear view of the striptease the window cleaner engaged in. He lifted the t-shirt he wore at the hem and in a tantalizing move slid it up his torso.
Blake’s mouth watered at the sight of the smooth, muscular chest on display. The man’s jeans rode low and Blake followed the V of his slim hips into the frayed top with greedy eyes. Blake caught his breath at the bulge in the front of the blue pants as the man thrust his hips a little taking the t-shirt over his head before he dropped it beside him onto the cradle floor.

Blake stared in open appreciation of the broad shoulders and muscled arms before him. A sigh escaped him. This man gave him butterflies. Blake’s cock stirred as the guy leaned close to the glass and blew him a kiss. A smile spread over Blake’s face as happiness took him over. He didn’t even care if the guy was mocking him. He allowed himself to enjoy the show.

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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

The Carpenter by Kera Faire

I’d just like to say thank you for inviting me as me dark side, Kera Faire to showcase the latest Death Isle book…The Carpenter.
This is the sixth book in a series I originally thought would be three books. (Just shows never to say never eh?”



Undercover work plays havoc with any relationship, let alone when your boss is The Carpenter.
Dori Mason is good at her job—usually. However one look from her new boss is all that’s needed to turn her from a capable, in charge, woman to a complete klutz.
For his part Maddock wonders what terrible sin he must have committed in a past life to be landed with the Pa from hell. The fact that she rouses his inner Dom like no other has done before her is so not helping the issue.
He has a job to do, and that means that Dori is forbidden fruit.
A call for help from the Dark Isle, changes everything.
When their masks fall away, the gloves—and clothes— come off.
In the midst of a threat to the very existence of the Dark Isle, can Dori and Maddock find a future together?

And a wee tease…

Maddock slid her down his body. Every inch of her front moved oh so slowly over his erect cock. Red hot arousal shot through her as her mouth went dry, her sight blurry and her clit achingly hard. Her skin tingled and pain of the best kind hit her as Mason dropped her onto the bed, lifted her top with one hand and drew her boob into his mouth with the other. And bit her nipple.
She arched up off the mattress with a moan as he covered her face with the soft cloth of her top. Her arms were lifted and her hands wrapped around the top of the headboard.
“Do not move.” Maddock the Master was back in full force.
Her, “No, Sir,” was an automatic response. His chuckle reached her even though it was muffled by material.
“Good girl. I think we need to talk and then maybe play or punish. I wonder which. First things first, though. You were going to tell me about my totally incompetent but always around PA.” The mattress depressed as she assumed he sat on it, then a typical Scottish chill wafted over her pussy as presumably her skirts were gathered around her waist. His finger circled her clit. Mason hoped it was his, she didn’t fancy a threesome or going public.
“It’s ah…” Damn, she couldn’t concentrate as he played with her clit and almost lazily put one finger inside her.
“Ah?” A second finger followed the first. “Ah what?”
“Ah well I’m not usually as klutzy, but I got even more flustered around you than I had to and couldn’t help it,” she said in a rush.
“And the rest.”
 Both fingers were withdrawn and she felt bereft. Empty and… shit what did he say? “Oh Darke asked me to keep an eye on you. You’ll have to ask him why, specifically. All I got told was someone might try to eliminate you, and he really didn’t want it to happen. That was all.” She held her breath. It was true but by God it sounded pathetic.
“Hmm, sounds like Darke to keep us both in the Dark. I just wondered what the hell I’d done to deserve you. Now I know. You were meant for me. Just not as my PA.”
A shrill bell sounded and she began to wriggle off the bed. A large hand held her in place.
“Did I say you could move?”
“Well no but. But.” The bell shrilled on.
 The hand that held her moved and smacked her pussy. She had the irreverent thought that she’d given the hand a mind and a will of its own, before she replied. “No Sir.”
“Exactly. Now stay there while I answer it.”
Try as she might she couldn’t fathom out more than the odd ‘yeah, good true, right, eight. Bye’, before there was silence. Mason held her breath as the air moved.
“Now where were we?” Maddock asked.
“You were going to tell me what that was all about maybe, Sir?”
He chuckled. “I’d like to spank you for your sass and keep you in the dark as Darke did to us, but I won’t. It was Milo. Verene is in Thailand. All alerts off. For now. So, let me decide. Ah yes. As I said before, pet. Do not move.”
“Yes, Sir. Or should that be no, Sir? Anyway I’ll do as you say, Sir.”

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Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Field Of Change by Jacqueline Anne

Field of Change
Book 3 of The Field Series
© Jacqueline Anne 2017
Release Date – May 25, 2017


Fiercely independent café owner Sophia Hudson successfully balances a thriving business with providing a loving home for her son, but when her one true love saunters back into her life, she can no longer guard the truth she hid for years.

Mike Rosen, professional shortstop and known playboy, has recently turned his life around. Arriving in his hometown to visit his sister, he walks into a café, floored to see the woman who broke his heart with a toddler-sized version of himself. Although hurt and angered by Sophia’s deceit, he’s determined to be part of both her and his son’s lives.

While still loving Mike, fear and doubt consume Sophia. Plagued by those uncertainties, she also struggles with Mike’s public life, unwilling to expose their son to it. The resulting emotional roller coaster barrels through love, passion, and pain as both Mike and Sophia accept something needs to change, but is either willing to sacrifice enough before it’s too late?

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STORY EXCERPT
She straightened up. “Actually, I own this place,” she stated with pride. She had worked hard to start a new life and was damn proud of herself.
“What happened in New York City?”
Impatient patrons began to grumble behind him. Sophia really didn’t have time to get reacquainted right now because she was already short-staffed.
She gestured for him to step aside to allow the next person to place their order. He followed her down the long counter until there was an opening.
She felt his eyes examine her. Her brown hair was still long and wavy just like the day she walked away from him, although it was braided today since she was at the café. She was curvier now. Things changed, but she was still healthy—firm in all the right places, soft in others. She knew a lot of girls who battled with their weight in the modeling industry, but she kept practicing healthy eating habits and exercised consistently while never overindulging.
When his eyes gaze traveled back up her body, she tried to mask the array of feelings rolling through her. Exhaustion made it hard—plain and simple. She needed to be strong and get him out of there.
Her bright green eyes met his dark, mysterious ones. “My life changed,” she responded.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her son walking toward her. She wished he would be distracted along the way, praying to God she could avoid a conversation she absolutely did not want to have—not now, not ever. She kept her eyes on Mike until little Ryan pulled on the hem of her shirt.
“My crayon broke,” he said with a pouty face.
Sophia crouched down and consoled her son while fetching him a new box of crayons from under the counter. Coloring was his favorite thing to do while Soph was working. She stocked up on coloring books and crayons from the dollar store, and he was a happy camper. He would even give the customers some of his artwork, making them beam with delight. She was truly blessed to have such an amazing child.
“Thanks, Mommy!”
Sophia stood up and nervously smiled, secretly praying Mike wouldn’t ask more questions. Mike was standing there with his mouth gaped opened, completely stunned. It was clear her prayers weren’t going to be answered this time.
“My reason for the change.” She gestured to her son and began wiping the counter, hoping he would take the hint and see she was busy working.
He continued to stand there in shock and she instinctively shook her head, warning him off. She didn’t want to do this now or ever. This wasn’t what she wanted. They were fine. Better than fine.
“How old is he?”
Oh God, it is happening.
Her heart was beating so hard it sounded like thunder pounding in her ears, but Mike stood still, holding his ground, as he not so patiently waited for her to answer.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally replied. “Three.”
The look on Mike’s face displayed a collection of emotions ranging from stunned to angry and everything in between. Her café definitely wasn’t the place, but apparently it was going to be the time, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She tugged on his arm and pulled him out the back door, trying to avoid a scene in front of her customers.
“How could you not tell me?” he spat.
“He’s not your responsibility, Mike. He’s mine,” she affirmed.
Sophia could play it off like he was someone else’s child just as she had been doing all this time. She had stayed off social media once she quit modeling. She knew it would raise a million questions, and she hadn’t been ready to answer them. She still wasn’t. Instead, she practically fell off the face of the earth for a while. She stayed with her mom in Arizona until she decided she wanted to raise Ryan near where she had grown up. It was a charming town with a good, small school system, much smaller than when she went there. Most of the people she knew throughout the years had gone elsewhere as the town quickly become a popular tourist spot. Like her mom, many folks cashed out during the booming real estate market.
Ever since she moved back, she quickly changed the subject about who Ryan’s father was anytime it came up, which wasn’t very often.
Her stomach rolled. No matter how many times she rehearsed this situation possibly happening, nothing could have prepared her for this moment. One look at Mike and her heart was aching all over again.
“And who else’s?” he asked with his arms crossed in front of him, displaying a stern expression of determination.
Her heart hurt so bad she didn’t answer. She couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
“Dammit, Soph. Just tell me,” Mike demanded. “Is he mine?”

ADULT EXCERPT
“Stop thinking, Soph,” he protested.
Her eyes were still closed, and he knew her mind was elsewhere
“I’m not—” she stuttered trying to figure out what she should say. How in the world could he still do that? “Dammit,” she cursed under her breath, admitting her guilt.
His smirk grew wider as he sat up. He swiftly yanked her panties down then pulled her on top of him and moved toward the center of the bed. He adjusted her body in one quick motion until her back was on the mattress, centered in between his muscular limbs, her legs draped over his shoulders, her butt against his amazing chest, and his dessert was wide open right in front of his face.
“My tongue is going to chase those thoughts right from your head.”
And did it ever. With one leisurely lick, her mind went blank, concentrating on nothing but the feel of his body on hers.
He always liked this oral sex position with her, as odd as it was. He said he enjoyed being able to hold on to her ass or play with her breasts as he pleased, watch her writhe, and feel her legs quake so close to his head.
He continued to lap at her like a thirsty cat. His tongue occasionally diving into her, then moving to circle her clit.
“Mmm, so wet, Soph. How is it you taste sweeter?”
She giggled at his dirty talk. “Maybe it was the pumpkin roll? The carrot cake?” She paused. “Motherhood?” Her life and womanly parts had changed and there was no denying it.
He grinned against her wet crotch. “It looks good on you,” he tenderly complimented.
Her heart did a little flip. “So do you.”
He kissed her clit a few times, then ran his tongue over it, increasing the force each time. He stopped to lick her, drinking up what had already seeped out of her. He went back to the tight nub, repeating the same tantalizing actions causing her ache to escalate and her toes to curl. He kneaded her ass cheeks, his finger moving closer and closer to her tight hole.
“Mike,” she said breathlessly. God, she wanted him to take all of her, every which way.
He sucked on her clit, harder and harder until she was biting her lip to keep from screaming. Orgasmic tremors ran through her body as he continued to lavish her, drawing out her pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” she panted, her heart racing from the excitement. She had almost forgotten what it was like to have mind-blowing orgasms. Mike always knew exactly how to take her to the edge and make sure her ride lasted as long as possible.
“You’re gorgeous, Soph. Absolutely stunning.”
She gazed up and saw him grinning, his lips glimmering with her cum.
“Come here,” she said. “Let me have a taste.”
He shifted her legs off his shoulders because she sure as hell couldn’t move them yet. He positioned himself on top of her, their heads now near the bottom of the bed.
She licked his lips. “Mmm.”
He ground his body against hers, letting her feel how hard he was again. “This is what happens every time you moan, woman. I almost had to leave the table during dessert.”
She lifted her hips off the bed, his cock pressing against her clit. He moved over her, her slickness coating him. The question of whether or not they should use a condom came to mind. She had an IUD in, but had he been safe each and every time he was with someone else?
She learned her lesson about the birth control pills she had been on when she got pregnant with Ryan, thus the IUD. Mike may have had some crazy times, but he wasn’t stupid. She knew he would never do anything to hurt her and she would do her very best to not get pregnant again unless it was planned.
They had to establish trust.
As he continued to rub against her, her eyes searched his longing dark brown ones. The passion, the desire, the future she saw there rocked her to the core as the words, “Make love to me,” rolled off her tongue.
He immediately thrust inside her, filling her so perfectly, ecstasy hitting every nerve ending as he moved in and out of her with his arms enveloping her. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper, squeezing her vaginal muscles around his hard cock.
“Baby,” he said with bated breath.
He kissed her with so much passion, she was heading toward the edge again. He moved his tongue along her neck, leaving a heated trail as she ran her fingers over his shoulders and back. He pushed up onto his arms so he could cup her breast, then pinch her hard nipple.
“Do that again,” she whimpered.
He moved his attention to her other breast, the sensitive area aching for a little pain and he delivered exactly what she wanted.
He rolled over, pulling her on top of him, then sat up.
“Ride me, Soph,” he requested, working his magical tongue and teeth on her tits.
She moved her body up and down his shaft. She leaned back, circling her hips. Mike yanked her back close to his body, his hands all over her. His need to have her as close as possible was evident in his urgent touch.
She ground her clit against his pubic bone, aching for another release. Mike’s finger dipped into her puckered hole, the various pressures setting her off. Her orgasm rolled through her as she clenched his cock, milking his pleasure from him simultaneously. Lustful groans filled her room.
She loved watching him peak. Was there anything better than coming at the same time as the man you were in love with?
Yes, she really did still love him. She never stopped.



Field of Passion and Dreams
Book 1 of The Field Series
Graham Grayson is a hard worker and all around gentlemen. His dream to play in the majors like his dad just came true. He was called up to be the catcher for the Pittsburgh Buccaneers. On the day of team photos, he meets photojournalist Jordan Michaela Roy.
Still grieving the loss of her dad, Jordan sets aside emotions and memories of her sports reporter father to find her passion again on the field as a sports photojournalist. While working spring training for Major League Baseball, she never anticipates passion igniting off the field, too.
Neither Graham nor Jordan can deny their explosive attraction or the happiness they feel being with each other. Their fathers’ past friendship has them wondering about destiny.
While they worry about the demands of their careers, traveling, and being in the public eye, nothing can prepare Graham for the devastating news that makes him question life, his dream, and love.
Will Graham realize his mistakes before it is too late?
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Field of Trust
Book 2 of The Field Series
Buccaneers’ pitcher Tyson Best is captivated by vibrant artist Cece Schmidt, and he is determined to uncover the mystery lurking in her eyes.
Cece knows her one-night rule will never be enough with Tyson. Frustrated with the hold her corrupted family still has over her, Cece can no longer ignore her feelings for Tyson, despite his high-profile career and the life she ran away from. After confessing partial truths about her past, Cece and Tyson begin their secret romance.
Tyson knows they have a strong connection and refuses to let someone special run out on him like his parents did years ago. In order to protect Cece, he seeks the whole truth about her past and in the process unveils crime and terror.
When Cece receives a threat from her uncle, she is desperate to end the fear once and for all—but first, she will have to play a dangerous game.
Will trust and love pull them through?

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Other books by Jacqueline Anne
·         Sweet Lovers Series: All of You, Letting Go, and Mia Bella Anna
·         Awakening the Willow’s Heart
·         Make Me Forget

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Monday, June 19, 2017

PADDLED BY THE TEACHER The Spanking Experiments 1 by Ravenna Tate



PADDLED BY THE TEACHER The Spanking Experiments 1 


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BLURB

Chelsea Anderson has entertained fantasies of being spanked and paddled all her adult life. But until she found an ad on a BDSM site, seeking participants for a survey on impact play, she had given up hope of fulfilling those fantasies in real life. Intimate relationships haven’t worked out for Chelsea. She feels like a freak because of her secret desires, and because of her poor body image, she doesn’t believe herself lovable.

Slade Taylor, the Dom at Sensations who introduces her to impact play during one erotic night at the club, is everything she’s ever dreamed of. Handsome, charming, and in control. Slade also has been unlucky in love, but would a man like him be interested in anything beyond this experiment with her? Is it possible Chelsea has finally found the man of her dreams?

EXCERPT

He kisses me, tongue and all, and I’m lost in the dizzying sensation of strong arms enfolding me while that magical mouth works over mine. His dick is rock hard again, and I move my hips against it, rocking them forward and backward, until I’m so damn wet the juices trickle down my thighs.

“Chelsea…” His whisper sends shivers down my spine. That incredible mouth moves to my neck, where he plants tiny bites up and down my jawline. I want to fuck him so badly I taste it.

“Where do you want to be for this? The cross again? One of the benches?” He grasps my breasts and dips his head, licking the nipples with long, slow strokes. “I can’t wait to see these clamped.”

“Wherever you want me.” Thinking is impossible. Breathing is difficult. Speaking is a chore.

“Come with me.” He takes my hand and leads me toward a bowed leather bench. I’ve been intrigued with this one since spying it when I first came into the room. “This might be too intense for you since you’ll be restrained and completely open to me.”

“I’ll be all right. Thank you for asking.”

The expression on his face is tender. “Your care is my concern.”

I like this. A lot. “Is it really this easy?”

Confusion fills his eyes. “Is what really this easy?”

“Being a submissive.”

“Everyone’s dynamic is different. If you were my sub, we’d work new things in over time, once you were ready. But of course, that would depend on what you enjoyed, and what didn’t do it for you.”

“What about you? What does it for you?”

Every time he grins, I want to get on my knees and beg him to fuck me. Hard. “I’ve already told you my two favorite things, Chelsea, and we’ve done them both. The rest is icing on the cake.”

After he assists me into a comfortable position on the bench, and both my wrists and ankles are restrained with soft leather, I understand what he meant about this being intense. It’s that, plus it puts me into a vulnerable position. My arms and legs are spread wide, and my hips are arched upward slightly. The bench itself can be raised or lowered, lending all sorts of decadent possibilities to what he will do with me and to me.

He makes a show out of circling me on the bench, that sexy grin on his face. When he pulls gently on his cock, I yell in frustration. “Please…”

“What do you want, Chelsea? Tell me.” The movement of his hand up and down his shaft grows faster. Tiny beads of pre-cum are visible at the tip. I lick my lips. “Tell me in detail what you want me to do to you, or I will stand here and beat off in front of you.”

“Oh!” This isn’t just teasing. The truth is in his eyes.

“I told you. I mean what I say, and I say what I mean.”

Speak now, fool! “Flog my nipples. With a softer flogger, please. Hit them. With … with your hands, and with a soft toy. Put clamps on them. Flog my pussy. Paddle my pussy.”

A huge, wicked grin slowly spreads over his face as I confess my secret desires. “What else? You’re not done. There’s more in your eyes.”

Shit. I have to say it. There’s no way around this. He senses it, and will make me tell him, or this will stop. “Fuck me,” I whisper, as huge tears spill over my lashes. “Fuck me, Slade. I want … I want your dick inside my pussy.”

Satisfaction and lust fill his eyes. “Finally. I’ve been waiting to hear that since the second you walked in here.”



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