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Wednesday, 29 April 2015

Release Tour - Rogue's Call by C.A. Szarek @caszarek (The King's Riders Book 3) #historical #romance

Rogue’s Call - The King's Riders Book 3
by C.A. Szarek 


Book three in the epic fantasy romance series, The King’s Riders!


She’s on the run, but doesn’t know it…

Raised in the security of the king’s castle, Lady Elissa Durroc remembers nothing of the death of her family or how she survived it. As an elemental mage with control over all four elements, her powers are rare. And coveted by dark magic. None darker than the mage who killed her parents.

When the king learns the mage knows Elissa is alive, he orders her to Greenwald under the guise of choosing a husband. Her protection falls to Sir Alasdair Kearney, a knight whose prowess on the battlefield is rivaled only by his appetite for women.

Alasdair’s not sure what to make of being a glorified nursemaid, despite Elissa’s beauty and intriguing magic. The rogue has rules. Rules that don’t involve being tempted by his noble charge.

Elissa is drawn to the knight, even though he’s not on her list of suitors. Can she guard her heart and her magic? And when the dark mage comes after her, will it be too late to matter?



 



Sword's Call (Book one)

Magic sword coveted by evil, Cera is on the run with her wolf when she collides with half-elfin Jorrin. Can their love conquer all? 


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Love's Call (Book Two)   

 


An order to marry takes away their will to choose. Will love or strife be found as a result of the king’s scroll?

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Author Bio: 

Bestselling, award winning author of romantic suspense and epic fantasy romance, C.A. loves to dabble in different genres. If it's a good story, she'll write it, no matter where it seems to fit!

She's a hopeless romantic and always will be. Risking it all for Happily Ever After is what she lives by!


She's originally from Ohio, but got to Texas as soon as she could. She's happily married and has a bachelor's degree in Criminal Justice. 


She works with kids when she's not writing.



Monday, 27 April 2015

#MasturbationMonday Week 34 Manhandled

The Rules:
Write a steamy post about masturbation so hot, it’ll make your readers want to masturbate.

This week I'm sharing an extract from m/m story Better Than Another Man but with a few alterations to fit the delicious prompt.

Better than Another Man is a love story between two best friends, Bryan and Carey. Bryan is straight and Carey is gay, but they stand by each other through the milestones of their lives, including Carey’s coming out.

But when a family tragedy strikes, Bryan turns to Carey for support, and their relationship moves in an unexpected direction.

Can a straight man and a gay man enter into an intimate relationship, or will it destroy their friendship forever? 


Who knows Better Than Another Man…

EXCERPT: 

“Relax,” he crooned as he continued the massage. He grabbed my shoulders roughly, his fingers delving into my neck with force. He pulled backward, making my back arch slightly before releasing his grip to repeat the action, his sturdy fingers relaxing me, my muscles flexing under his heavy touch.


I moaned, it felt so good—the strength of his hold was arousing.


Carey moved his knees in closer to my hips, his cock resting in the hollow of my back in line with the crack of my ass. He skimmed his dick ever so gently in a rhythmic glide along the little crevice. My skin tingled everywhere that his touched mine.


I willed my butt to unclench from the impulsive vice-like grip. Relax he said, right. Easier said than done. He wasn't goin' there tonight.


I rotated my hip slightly and he moved off me. I turned and sat up, trying to keep my eyes on his face, but I could see his stiffy in my peripheral.


Carey smoothed his palm down my chest, over my abdomen comfortingly, then stroked the heel of his hand down the length of my rigid cock. I was pleased when I was able to maintain at his touch. It was something I’d worried about, that maybe if we got in a situation like this I wouldn’t be able to keep it up. I had no idea how I was going to react or how far I could go. But for now, it felt good. And bottom line, I wanted to be close to him.

“Feel good?”


“Feels incredible. But I don’t…think I can...what can I…” I exhaled loudly in frustration. I shrugged.


“What do you want to do? We don’t have to do anything.”


“I want you to get something out of this too.”


“Do you think you can you touch me?”


My cock jerked at his words. I'd take that as a yes.


I nodded and reached for him. He grasped me at the same time. We had our cocks in each other’s hands! For fuck! This was so unreal. Not something I ever thought we’d do together, but here we were. Talk about besties. Carey wrapped one hand around my shaft, just under the head and tugged firmly, fluidly. He took his other palm, laid it flat and circled it around the tip, spreading pre-cum all around.


I tightened my grip on him, clutching, contouring my fingers around the shape of him. The solid feel fascinated me. I tried to imitate his action. What the hell was wrong with me. It wasn't like I'd never had a dick in my hand before. Although it had always been my own. But stupidly, I waited for more instruction. 


As always, Carey knew my thoughts were scrambled and he took pity. He took control.

“Here. Let me."

He straddled my thighs and inched his way up until our erections touched.

With both hands, he corralled our cocks. Lining them up, crown, shaft, balls. The visual was fascinating as well as disturbing. I tried to ignore those thoughts and just concentrate on the incredible sensation having his thick firm flesh touching mine created. Not something I ever thought would turn me on. But I was. Painfully. He was about to give us a dual hand-job. This kind of play had never occurred to me.

He lowered his other hand and gripped our dual erections, his thumb on his, his fingers holding mine. For a moment he remained absolutely still, watching me. I knew he was going slow for me. I sensed the harnessed tension in him.

I felt his cock pulse or was it mine throbbing? My juices flowed just under the thin skin or was that his?

Slowly, he shifted in an upward motion sliding our smooth flesh together. I swallowed a moan. 

He did it again, applying a little more pressure. With every graze he upped the tempo.
 
Carey began to thrust vigorously with his hips, pumping our dick's expertly, as one, in his fist.


Masturbation Monday Week 34

“Don’t even think, Bryan. Close your eyes. Just feel."


But I couldn't tear my gaze away. Watching our cocks rubbing so intimately was mesmerizing in every possible way. Arousing as all fuck. It was like his hand kept firm hold encompassing us both but his sinewy erection stimulated me from root to tip. Steady supple friction all the way. Carey kept up the perfect pace for me. My dick burned with the need for release.

I groaned, trying to hold back—it felt so fucking good. I wanted it to last.


“Come for me, Bry,” Carey commanded, his voice deep and raspy. My balls fizzed I was gonna blow. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. I thrust mechanically, riding the exquisite wave of orgasm. My cum lubed his pistoning palm. My climax triggered his.

Carey’s hips pumped erratically. "Oh fuck yeah," he moaned and blew his load.

He finally released his hold and collapsed backward onto the bed. I moved around and settled beside him as we caught our breath. 

"You okay?" he whispered, reaching for my hand.

I interlaced my fingers with his. What could I say? It was the perfectly tame and least invasive kind of introduction to this new shift in our ever-evolving friendship. 
 
"Yeah," I answered simply. "I've been manhandled, in the best possible way."

I cuddled into his side. His sleepy chuckle, made me smile.
 
Hope you enjoyed this week's tease from Better Than Another Man (with a few alterations). So don't expect quite this scene to be in the book, but it might end up in one down the line. :D 
Don't forget to hop on over to Kayla's for the master list of Masturbation Monday participants. 
Happy M-Monday!

Saturday, 25 April 2015

#MySexySaturday There would be nothing satisfying her hunger tonight...#erotic #excerpt

Welcome to the 89th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Sexy Me Twice and this is where just once is not enough. Think lovers who can’t get enough of each other. Where they spend every waking moment together. And it’s in a very, very sexy way. 


This week I'm sharing a particularly graphic adrenaline fueled sex scene following up from last week's shoot out with the rival mob family. Randy and Holly try to erase the horror. 

EXCERPT: Law and Order : Crime and Chaos (Always Cambridge Book 4)

“More! Please. More!” She begged. She grasped my chin and began to devour my mouth again. “I want all of you, Randy,” she said, into my mouth.

“What more can I give, Hol?” I asked dragging my mouth from hers. Still connected, I kissed my way down her neck. She arched her back again, using the wall for leverage. She cupped her own breast and offered it up to me. I sucked her pebbled nipple into my mouth and she made the most mollified sound deep in her throat.


“Mmm.” She tasted sweet. I sucked the delicious nub and flicked it with my tongue, enjoying the clenching and quivering of her inside muscles as her arousal heightened in intensity again. She let go of her breast and reached down between us, fingering her clit. I wanted to take it into my mouth and give it the same attention I was giving her breast. I started to lower her legs, but she tightened them around me.


“No, don’t leave me,” she moaned.


“I wanna kiss you.” We began a battle of wills. I took her mouth to shut her up and began to demonstrate what I wanted to do to her. “Let me lick you,” I asked, when I felt her wilt. She cried out at my suggestion.


I slapped at the lever of the shower, turning the water off. I set Holly down and

removed what was left of my shirt and stepped out of my pants. I picked her up and took her into the bedroom. Both of us still dripping, I tossed her on the bed and spread her legs wide. She watched me until I tongued her wet slit. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly as I lapped at her. I slid my thumbs between her lips and held her open. Her swollen nub poked out. I flicked it lightly with my tongue, barely even making contact with the sensitive bud and was rewarded with another throaty groan. It sounded like my name. Not Mayhue’s name. Mine. I tortured her with my tongue, letting my soft strokes become more eager and heavier until she was writhing, her hips bucking as she came.

She scooted out from under me and we’d been together enough for me to know what she was after and I was more than willing to let her have at it. She pushed me onto my back and lowered her head, taking my cock between her hot lips. She sucked me with her talented mouth and stroked me with her hand, using the two in tandem bringing me to the edge of orgasm. I grabbed her by the hair. I wanted to come inside her. She knew what I wanted. She straddled my hips and guided my quivering dick into her slick heat. She rode me. I came almost instantly, but she needed more. She ground herself against me, seeking her own release. I had a feeling there would be nothing satisfying her hunger tonight.

  
 BLURB:

 The wheels of justice might turn slowly, but destiny's punishment can be swift and merciless.

    The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years into adulthood, and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.
    

In the next highly charged installment of the Always Cambridge Saga, all the men in Holly’s life come together in one common goal—to keep the woman they love alive.


Special Agent Alex Orton of the FBI prepares Holly for the rigorous court proceedings to come, where she will testify not only against her own family, but also against the Mayhue crime family, including Victor’s volatile and sinister older brother, Lorenzo.
    

However, in the midst of all the personal turmoil, Holly’s first love and former bodyguard, Randy Phillips, emerges from the chaos. He vows to not only stand by her through the trials, but accompany her into Witness Protection and her afterlife, if in fact they make it that far, as both the Mayhue and Cambridge crime families swear retribution.
    

But in a twist of law and fate, Lorenzo Mayhue is unexpectedly released from prison and lures Holly to the Mayhue Excavating warehouses under the guise of Victor.
    

Five people enter the storehouse, but only three walk out.

Hope you enjoyed this, intense snippet from the fourth book in the Always Cambridge Series, Law & Order : Crime & Chaos. Nothing sexier than a man laying it all on the line for his woman.

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Friday, 24 April 2015

#ReleaseDay DARK FOURSOME (Lustful Possession Bk2) #99cents #erotic #paranormal @MuseItHOT

YAY! It's release day for the second book in the 
Lustful Possession Series 
DARK FOURSOME


Is it possible for the human body to recover from supernatural possession?

That’s the question, Josh Hewes and Crishtin Davenport grapple with daily.
After being controlled by some amorous spirits during a paranormal investigation, their lives have not been their own. 

In an attempt to help the apparitions “crossover” the only thing they’d been successful in doing, is allowing the souls of Miles Townshend and Shelley Smythe — two long dead individuals — to take up semi-permanent residence as their hosts and use their corporeal bodies at whim.

Josh and Crish are beginning to have feelings for one another, but to complicate matters; they are also developing affections for the insatiable phantoms who visit them nightly.
As Josh and Crish attempt to find a way to rid themselves of their bothersome visitors, normal life has to resume, and Josh having work commitments to fulfill, jets off to Ireland on yet another paranormal investigation with his colleagues. 

But Josh soon discovers that mixing spiritual possession with a malevolently haunted castle can carry grave consequences.

SMASHWORDS

I'm also celebrating release day with my good friend and fellow author, the lovely Meg Amor today. So pop over, we'd love to see you. There's a giveaway, too!
TROIKA ROMANCE
Book One
Meet Me in the Dark is also still .99¢


Crishtin Davenport thought she was attending a simple Halloween event—A good scare to get the blood pumping. But instead she finds her pulse racing over one of the event’s organizers.

Josh Hewes loves nothing more than investigating paranormal activity, but after meeting Crishtin the only thing he wants to explore is her.

However, getting to know one another takes an unexpected turn when some randy spirits get in on the act.

Crish and Josh are inexplicably drawn into a heady web of desire and want nothing more than to possess each other. But they’re not the only ones.

Be careful what you invite in to play…

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COMING SOON...
BOOK THREE
DARK SON : THE FALL OF CASTLE CAIRNNON

                                                      

Thursday, 23 April 2015

LUST by @LeddyHarper Release Day Blitz #erotic #romance


Title: Lust
Author: Leddy Harper         
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: April 23, 2015

Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Blurb:

Lust…
My darkness was born in it.
Her secret was created by it.
My job was immersed in it.
It would either ruin us or save us.

My name is Caden Morgan, and I am a sex surrogate.
After years of seclusion and fear-induced abstinence, Ivy Jaymes came to me to fix her. Her love of erotic books brought her out of hiding and into my office. I had done this sort of thing hundreds of times… but she was different.
Ivy’s secrets threatened my own.
Her darkness paralleled mine. 
And my obsession for her was sure to break me.

Could we heal each other with love?
Or would we end up decimating one another with Lust?


Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped. She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.  She is now a mother of three girls, leaving her husband as the only man in a house full of females. The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. And to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.

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Tuesday, 21 April 2015

#NewRelease Lose Control by @DoninaLynn #erotic #contemporary @evernightpub

LOSE CONTROL by DONINA LYNN

Thank you having me here today! I’m so excited to be sharing my new release Lose Control with you!


Myles and Cassie’s story isn’t about wine and romance. Their journey is about finding love with someone who you not only click with personally, but physically as well.


Let’s be honest, when it comes to sex we all have our likes and dislikes, right? We have our preferences and what we’re willing to do. On the flipside, we also have that list in our heads of deal breakers that when mentioned make you want to run in the other direction because there’s NO WAY you’re giving that a try. Kink-meter has been officially been pegged, thank you very much.


Lose control is about finding that person you’re compatible and comfortable with. The one who has the same wants and desires, and is perfect for you both in and out of the bedroom. It’s about falling for someone who can love every part of who you are … even if some of those parts can be a bit naughty. ;-) 




BLURB:


Myles Oliver Dayton likes control in every aspect of his life. He desires it, demands it in the board room and his bedroom. But when his teenage crush walks into his office to be his temporary assistant, the tight restraint he kept on his emotions starts to come undone. Something he couldn’t allow. His idea of love is demanding and possessive, and in the end there would only be pain—for both of them. 


Cassie Sorrelson grabs onto opportunities when they come along and assisting Myles with all his demands is an opportunity she isn’t about to pass up. Sexy and controlling, he has her breathing hard and soon yearning for more than a few days together at the corporate retreat. When he suddenly pulls back, though, and refuses the desire she knows is running hot within him, Cassie is going to have to work at getting what she wants … making Myles lose control. 


Excerpt:

“What the hell are you thinking?”

The door barely clicked shut before Cassie let loose on Myles. By the time she’d walked down the steps and made it to the furthest room of the lower level—where hopefully neither Blake nor his lawyer could hear what most assuredly was going to be shouting—she’d mentally worked herself up to the boiling point. She was beyond pissed, and he was damn well going to know it, too.


“For a man who likes to proclaim he needs to be in control of everything, you sure as hell don’t show it.” Cassie couldn’t stand still. Her nerves and temper were prompting her to pace back and forth as she flung her hands around in the air, emphasizing her rant. “Did you happen to notice his lawyer? I could see the dollar signs light up in his eyes when you lost it up there. He was just waiting for you to make a move. Ever hear of a lawsuit? You were about an inch away from getting one slapped on your ass. And over what? Because you thought my honor needed protecting? I neither want nor need any protection or help from you.”


Cassie stopped, planted her hands on her hips, and tapped out her annoyance with her foot while she stared at him. Waiting. For anything. Any type of reaction…at all. Of course, there was nothing from him other than the stoic, stern look on his face. The man was insufferable and she’d probably have better luck trying to beat an answer out of a rock.


“For Christ’s sake, Myles, say something.”


“He will treat you with respect. No one talks to what’s mine like that.”


“Mine?” Cassie shouted at him. “Now all of a sudden I’m yours? A few hours ago, you made it clear you didn’t want me and now I’m yours? I’m nobody’s but my own person. Let me make myself clear so there will be no misunderstandings between us. I can speak for myself, fight my own battles, and handle someone like Blake. And who says I don’t want to go with him? If I want to fuck him, the lawyer, or every man in the whole state of Colorado, I damn well will. You gave up the right to have your opinion heard the minute you pushed me away.”


Tears stung the back of her eyes, and Cassie headed for the door before all the anger, frustration, and hurt threatening to pour out ran down her cheeks like a river. Grasping the handle, she threw over her shoulder, “You have no say in what I do or don’t do.”


“The hell I don’t.”


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ABOUT DONINA: 


Donina Lynn lives in a small rural Pennsylvania town with her daughter and German Shepherd.  Coincidentally, it's the same town where she grew up.  There was a time, however, when she ventured away from her home and moved around a bit, crossed a few state lines, and got a degree or two.  But, eventually she found her way back to where it all began.


When she's not at her day job, hanging with her family, curled up with her Kindle, or typing away at the computer, you can find her in front of the TV watching anything paranormal, sci-fi, or a good action flick.  Respect and admiration go to any show or movie that can incorporate explosions, big guns, some ass-kicking, and gratuitous butt shots.


Her addiction to romance novels started as soon as she could turn a page and has carried with her until she decided it was time to fulfill a promise she made to herself and give writing one a whirl.  Her goal is to create stories and characters that the reader can relate to, laugh with and have them routing for that happily-ever-after.  If there happens to be a few steamy scenes, well...that's just an added bonus.


 

Monday, 20 April 2015

Week 33 #MasturbationMonday A Mod·i·cum

The Rules:
Write a steamy post about masturbation so hot, it’ll make your readers want to masturbate.

 
He tucked his hands under my ass, tilting my glistening pussy towards his hot mouth. He kissed my clit, closed-lipped, before he began slowly lapping teasing me with his tongue, delving, sluicing pointedly, opening me with maddening slowness. My blood quickened and my juices flowed, making me weak and dizzy. Just as I began to rotate my hips in the very early stages of release, he paused and came down on his elbow beside me. He inserted two fingers into my sopping cunt, penetrating then retreating, using broad strokes. Then all of a sudden the stroking changed, in the best possible way.

“Come here, baby,” he invited his voice deep with his own arousal. He crooked his two fingers forward and made that motion. I almost came off the bed, thrashing at the tremendous sensation he was awakening in me. My inner walls gripped at his fingers. “Is this what you want me to do to you?”

He centred all of the pressure on the front wall of my vagina, stroking the soft swelling; penetrating only a few inches at a time instead of going in fast and deep.

Just that subtle stroking had my arousal ratcheting up by degrees instead of slow and steady. 
 
He took his other hand and placed just the slightest amount of pressure over my pelvic bone while he continued to stroke shallowly with flexed fingers. It was mind-blowing. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. I'd never experienced anything in comparison in my life. 


Every part of my body was hot and felt like it had taken on its own beat. That beat grew and spread out from the deepest, darkest core of my being. An explosion began to build. 

He chose that exact moment to go in hard and deep. The strong thrust took my breath away. I dug my heels into the mattress and bore down, trying to savor every inch.

“Oh, God!” I cried as blissful waves of sensation began to radiate. It felt so good, I never wanted it to end. He cupped my cunt, his strong hand, squeezing and releasing. I rode his hand.
 
 
But too soon, he pulled out.

“Nooo…” I protested in disappointment, pulling my knees in, trying to maintain this state of suspended climax.

“No,” he gritted out, his jaw tight with his own pleasure-pain. “I don’t want to miss this!” He forcefully pulled my knees apart and plunged his straining cock into my spasming pussy.

I was almost afraid he wouldn’t be able to maintain the incredible bar that his talented fingers had set but, as soon as he started to thrust in long velvety strokes, keeping that ever-so-slight pressure on my pubic bone, it sent me into a different fucking stratosphere. I grabbed on to the sheets, trying to hold myself down.

I was bombarded by one devastatingly deep, gut-wrenching wave after another of exquisite, steady pleasure. I wanted to weep at the intensity of it. My taut stomach undulated again and again. 

“Can you feel it?” I whimpered, hoping he could feel, on his end, even a modicum of the rapture he’d created inside me.

“Oh, fuck, yeah.” The tension on his handsome face pulled his skin tight over his jaw as he fought to hold back, trying to prolong it for me. “I’ve never felt anything this good.”


He shuddered, finally collapsing on top of me. I continued to move as my body and my brain tried to catch up with one another. I held on to him as if he were the only thing anchoring me down. He'd just taken our love-making to a whole other level.

"That was fucking amazing," he murmured against my shoulder. 

 I smiled lazily, unable to keep my eyes open. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't wait to do it again. 
 
Hope you enjoyed this week's tease. Don't forget to hop on over to Kayla's for the master list of Masturbation Monday participants. 
Happy M-Monday!

Sunday, 19 April 2015

#NewRelease Filling the Void (The Blood Lover Chronicles Book 1) Morgan Hunter @MH_Author #vamps #erotic

Author: Morgan Hunter

Book Title: Filling the Void (Book One)

Series Name: The Blood Lover Chronicles

Book Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance

Sub-genre: Vampires

Book Blurb:

From sucking the life from her beloved to asserting herself as a true elite master of blood-filling and sexual prowess, this story follows the bloodsucking adventures of a female vampire that has it all.

Unfortunately, the elite undead still have scrapes with the reaper and this female temptress is beginning to realize that even well-executed plans can falter. Then there's Daron Alexander; the only human in more than four-hundred years to put her sexual radar through an unnerving series of both gratifying and terrible loops.

Will she allow Daron to be her undoing or will she take her place as the master temptress and destroy all who get in her way? To find out, join the vampire ranks on this harrowing and seductive journey as our female seductress struggles with lust, loyalty, and love.

Excerpt:
 
She stood against a light pole near the curb outside a pub I liked to frequent when I was in town, The Axe and Fiddle.  I liked the music and atmosphere and, what can I say, it was a great place to pick up fine blood fills. We were in Cottage Grove, ten minutes from Eugene, so I figured she was an undergraduate at the University of Oregon. Her pouty lips accepted a cigarette effortlessly and the smoke enveloped her curves like she had just appeared out of nothing. Her low-cut plaid skirt waved slightly in the subtle breeze and I wondered what I’d find if I got the chance to sneak a peek. I had to go talk to her so I pulled out a pack of Camel’s to show her I was friendly.

“May I have a light?”

I thought I startled her, but she quickly replied, “You…you’re beautiful!” She shook as she held the lighter out for me. 

“Thanks,” I snapped as if I was extremely narcissistic or didn’t care. 

Funny enough, both were true. I had heard that line thousands of times, and it just didn’t have the same effect as it used to when I was a budding vamp. However, since she was my first woman, I thought I’d let it slide.

She just kept staring at me, scanning me with her hazel eyes like she had to take me in a few times so she would never forget what had graced her presence. She was almost as pretty as I was, but I had a beauty secret she could never maintain; fresh unsuspecting blood. It was tragic really, knowing that her death was only hours away at most. But I hungered for wet flesh and she was the prize I craved. 

“So, where’re you from?” I asked.

She continued to stare. “I’m…uh…Joana.” 

I smirked. “So, you’re from Joana? Where’s that?” 

“Oh, um, no! That’s my name…I’m from Portland!”

I winked at her. “You know you don’t have to shout it, darling. I have perfectly good ears. I’m from Salem, myself.”

Her gaze locked on my three carat diamond earrings dangling from flawless lobes. They were spoils from my last rendezvous. “I shouldn’t be talking to you.” She hesitated. “I’m not like you.” 

“Well that’s what I was hoping for. If you were just like me, I wouldn’t be able to have the kind of fun that I was hoping for later.”

Her eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

Now, I could have taken it slow and just brushed my index finger across her rosy cheek while talking her up a bit, but I could tell she was the kind of girl that got taken advantage of quite often. She reeked of insecurity and, while I liked the hunt just as much as the next vamp, I thought she would be an easy way to test my curiosity for the same gender. Her needy gaze reminded me of all the men I had seduced. She would do whatever I wanted whether words were involved or not. Just like I craved blood, she craved acceptance and she didn’t care what the price was as long as she got what she needed; no matter how temporary.


Author Bio:

Lots of individuals like to credit their college degree or some life hero for their accomplishments (and that's fine), but Morgan Hunter prefers to call it an overactive sex-drive coupled with an imagination that teeters on the edge of insanity. After two tours in the military and many a quarrel with the written word, decadent erotic stories slowly began to emerge. Many years later, while sitting comfortably at home, Morgan found a way to make complete strangers' special places tingle from thousands of miles away.

Oregon harbors the Hunter family along with two spoiled dogs.

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Saturday, 18 April 2015

#MySexySaturday Nothing Says I've Got You, Babe, Like Taking Out the Mob for the One You Love!

Welcome to the 88th week of My Sexy Saturday. 
 
This week’s theme is Sexy’s Got You, Babe and is based upon the old Sonny and Cher song, I’ve Got You, Babe. This is all about the lovers who are always there for each other. Rent’s due, no money yet they have each other; life’s throwing them a curve ball, they have each other; job expectations aren’t panning out yet they still have each other. You get the idea. Their external odds maybe be insurmountable, or seem that way, yet they have one another held firmly in their love.

Well it's not rent or money issues, but when the mob is out to get you, you want this guy at your back. A snippet from Law & Order : Crime & Chaos (Always Cambridge Book Four)

 EXCERPT: 

The next thing I knew, the sliding door was thrown open and daylight streamed into the van, blinding me. I braced, waiting for the pain of the bullets to rip through me.

“Holly!”


“Randy! Randy!” I sobbed, scrambling between the bodies of the two men with me to get to him. I didn’t know if it was safe to get up but all I could think of was getting to him. I barely saw him in the doorway holding an automatic weapon in one hand, his other arm open ready to catch me. I leapt at him. He caught me and swung me out of the van. I tightened my arms around his neck as I looked over his shoulder. There were bodies and blood and body parts all over the pavement. I knew in an instant Randy had just killed several of the men who now littered the ground. He killed them before they killed me.


Sirens blared in the distance, coming towards us fast.


With me in his arms, Randy ran to the third van. The sliding door opened and we dove inside. The door shut behind us.


“Jesus Christ! What the fuck are you guys doing?” Randy bellowed at our Bureau liaisons. He continued to hold me tight as I trembled in his arms. But I could feel his own strong body quake too.


“I think you got them all,” Franco breathed.


“No fuckin’ shit!” Randy raged. “Did you fuck-ups even fire a fuckin’ shot?”


BLURB: Always Cambridge 4 Law & Order : Crime & Chaos 

 The wheels of justice might turn slowly, but destiny's punishment can be swift and merciless.

    The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years into adulthood, and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge.
    

In the next highly charged installment of the Always Cambridge Saga, all the men in Holly’s life come together in one common goal—to keep the woman they love alive.


Special Agent Alex Orton of the FBI prepares Holly for the rigorous court proceedings to come, where she will testify not only against her own family, but also against the Mayhue crime family, including Victor’s volatile and sinister older brother, Lorenzo.
    

However, in the midst of all the personal turmoil, Holly’s first love and former bodyguard, Randy Phillips, emerges from the chaos. He vows to not only stand by her through the trials, but accompany her into Witness Protection and her afterlife, if in fact they make it that far, as both the Mayhue and Cambridge crime families swear retribution.
    

But in a twist of law and fate, Lorenzo Mayhue is unexpectedly released from prison and lures Holly to the Mayhue Excavating warehouses under the guise of Victor.
    

Five people enter the storehouse, but only three walk out.

Hope you enjoyed this, dramatic snippet from the fourth book in the Always Cambridge Series, Law & Order : Crime & Chaos. Nothing sexier than a man laying it all on the line for his woman.

 Follow the saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge 
The Cambridge series should be read in sequence.

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