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Saturday, 30 December 2017

Release Blitz + #Giveaway - Ruthless [Nomad Outlaws Trilogy, bk 1] by Tory Richards #MCRomance

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Tory Richards
Series: Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 1
Genre: MC Romance
Publication Date: December 31, 2017
He saved her from the Red Devils but there's no one to save her from him.

It's been years since Rebel went undercover to spy on the Red Devils for his club, Dark Menace. During his days as a Red Devil Rebel was forced to watch and participate in Wildman's sick and twisted club dealings. Including the ruin of a young and innocent woman. Even though she escapes Rebel can't forget the captivating beauty. Four years later, bike week in Daytona Beach brings them back together. This is their story. NO CLIFFHANGERS!

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I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew what I had to do, and if she were smart, she'd realize it, too. If she wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thanking fuck that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn't often.
Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, had to be convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her tits rising and falling rapidly as the fear of the unknown overwhelmed her. She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do to survive.
"Take off your clothes." I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her growing panic.
She shook her head vigorously and stepped back, slamming hard against the cracked porcelain sink. A nervous cry escaped her, and her eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings and realized that there was no escape. Her gaze touched on the door behind me before meeting my eyes.
"Take off your fucking clothes," I said in an uncaring, demanding tone. "You're filthy, and not in a way that gets my dick hard. Now undress." I removed my cut and the t-shirt beneath it. "In fact, I think I'll join you." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. "If you're not undressed by the time I'm out of my clothes, you won't like the consequences." I kicked off my boots as my hands went to the front of my pants.
As I’d expected she would, Ginger's small hands began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly she began to expose enticing, creamy skin to my wandering eyes. I undid my pants. She lowered her gaze to the floor and turned around before reluctantly removing the garment. I let her have her moment of modesty before I looked into the mirror in front of her. Fuck. My dick took notice of her perfect tits and rosy nipples. Hard nipples. Surprising.
I lowered my zipper, the sound of it overloud in the tiny room. I could tell that she knew what I was doing by the stiffening of her backside, but she didn't let it stop her from removing her jeans. As I kicked mine away, hers hit the floor. I hissed, taking in the mouth-watering curves of her shapely ass, an ass I wanted to dig my fingers into while I was grinding my dick into her cunt. Fucking hell, I hadn't expected the surge of lust that was heating my blood at an alarming rate.

About Tory Richards

Tory Richards is a fun-loving grandma who writes smut. Born in 1955 in the small town of Milo, Maine, she's lived most of her life in Florida. Today she lives with her daughter and her family. She has her own woman-cave which she shares with four felines whose main goal in life is getting as much cat hair on everything that they can.

Penning stories by hand and then on manual typewriter at the age of thirteen, Tory was a closet writer until the encouragement of her family prompted her into submitting to a publisher. She's been published since 2005, and has since retired from Disney to focus on family and writing.

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New Release - Rehab's Domination [Demons On Wheels MC 5] by Ravenna Tate @RavennaTate #erotic #MCRomance

Demons On Wheels MC 5

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Liz Chavez loves her new job as a paralegal. For a woman who grew up in the foster care system, was abused, and had to scrape by for eleven years after graduating from high school to get to this point, she’s not about to let anyone or anything derail her plans of attending law school one day. And then she meets Rahab, the VP of the Demons on Wheels MC.

One night with Liz and Rahab’s world is turned upside down. He can’t stop thinking about her. He’s driving her to and from work each day. When her apartment is vandalized, she moves into the club. He hasn’t had sex with any woman since the night he spent with her, but she’s not interested in him the same way.

What’s a biker supposed to do when the woman he has to possess, doesn’t want to belong to him?


It was all Rahab could do to sit there and watch the set. His dick throbbed. His entire body was on fire. He stopped after four shots because that was his limit, and he’d be damned if any spot in his brain would be dulled from booze tonight. He wanted sharp, clear senses and staying power.

Kissing her had awoken the beast inside him, and nothing except fucking every hole of her lush, curvy body would tame it. If her mouth tasted that good, he could only imagine what her tits and pussy tasted like.

Was she wearing sexy underwear beneath that sharp, navy blue suit? It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be wearing it for long once he got her up to his room. Before the second dancer of this set came on, Liz whispered in his ear she needed to use the bathroom.

He rose and took her hand, leading her down the hall toward the private bathrooms, rather than pointing her toward the public ones. While she was in there, he went into Donny’s office with the intention of retrieving her briefcase and coat, so he could put them up in his room for later.

When the door opened, he assumed it was one of his Brothers, and turned, ready to explain what was going on. But Liz stood there, her dark eyes shining with mischief and lust. “Are you trying to steal my coat and briefcase? What’s your name? I’m going to report you to the owners.”

“Rahab’s the name, ma’am, and I’m afraid you caught me red-handed.” His cock twitched painfully. A woman who loved to play along with jokes was fucking sexy as hell.

She slammed the door shut and locked it. Oh, fuck me sideways. “Should I call the police, or are you going to compensate me in some other way?”

If you only knew what I was picturing. “In what way should I compensate you, ma’am? Because I sure as fuck don’t want you to call the cops.”

A slow grin spread across her face as she sauntered toward him. “Gee, I don’t know. What skills do you have?”

Rahab couldn’t help chuckling. “Uh, I can eat out a pussy and make a woman come in thirty seconds flat.”


“Yeah. Really.” He curled his hands into fists to keep from charging across the room and throwing her onto the table. His jaw went slack as she reached under that skirt and pulled off a pair of white, cotton panties. One question answered.

She glanced around the room, then laughed softly. “Why the hell not?”

Rahab nearly came in his jeans as she climbed onto the table and lay back, her hips close to the edge and her legs dangling over the side. She hiked up the skirt and spread her legs, revealing a glistening wet pussy with full lips. He groaned. There was no way to stop it.

“Pull up a chair and prove it,” she said.

“As you wish, ma’am.” Rahab pulled a chair over and placed it right in front of her pussy. He closed his eyes for a second and took a long inhale. There was nothing as powerful as the scent of a woman in lust.

He clamped his hands around her full upper thighs and licked up and down them, his head exploding with delight when she moaned loudly and grasped a fistful of his hair. “Oh my God!”

You haven’t felt anything yet, gorgeous.

Friday, 29 December 2017

New Release + #Giveaway - STONE [Silver Devils MC 1] by April Zyon @aprilzyon #erotic #MCRomance


Silver Devils MC, 1
Written by: April Zyon
Published by: Evernight Publishing
All artwork by: Jay Aheer

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He'll do anything to keep her safe...

The last thing that wedding planner Ava Charleston ever dreamed that she would do was run for her life, but here she is, running away from a pair of murderers and back toward a home she hadn’t been to in years.

Stone Mayhew is the president of the Silver Devils, a one percenter motorcycle club, so when a brother receives a call from his cousin Ava begging for help, Stone is one of the first ones there to help his friend.

The moment Stone meets Ava he knows that she is it for him, just like his daddy had told him would happen one day. Stone knows that he will do whatever it takes in order to ensure that Ava remains safe, but he doesn’t realize it will have to happen the second that they arrive back at the Club.

Misunderstandings lead to more danger, and that sends them all to chasing down trouble through the bayous of Louisiana. But once he finds Ava, Stone vows never to let her go again.

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Stone Mayhew

When a friend asks you for help the only answer is yes, especially in an MC Club. Of course, I could have told Sarge no. That was one of the perks of being the president of the club, but the fact was that I was curious about this missing family member of Sarge’s, the one that was off limits for discussion.

The one that Sarge had told me about one time when he had been too drunk to realize what he was saying. No one was that good. No one had that little malice in their bodies. I knew. I had thought at one time that I had found someone good in the woman that I had been fucking, but Cheryl had turned out to be a bitch. She thought that because I was a biker and my father had been president of the club that she would ride my dick up the ranks and never have to worry about anything.

Too bad for her that I had found out what a complete bitch she was when one of the old ladies had caught her fucking one of the pledges. Cheryl had gone off on the old lady, telling her that because she was fucking me that had her higher in the pecking order and if she didn’t want to cause trouble for her old man she would keep her mouth shut. Too bad for my ex that I had heard her and then saw her as she hit the woman.

Needless to say, the pledge was never found again, and the whore was put into the place she belonged. She was now a dick rider for anyone that wanted her. Sure, I had to see her and she still tried to get me to fall for her tricks, but I never would again. I was not stupid and wouldn’t fall for any bitch’s shit. No, I was not only Stone in name but also in my heart as well. I wasn’t going to blow Sarge’s viewpoint on his cousin, but I just hoped the woman didn’t turn out to be just as shitty as every other woman that I had met in my life.

Even with all of those thoughts rumbling in my mind I knew I couldn’t let Sarge ride alone. Charles, or Sarge as he was called in the club because he was my Sergeant-at-Arms, was as close to me as a brother. Charles and I had been thick as thieves for years, and I had met all of Charles’s family, even Ava’s mother, who actually had been a decent old lady, but I had never met this woman, Ava. So that was what had me on my bike with a dozen of my men and another half dozen pledges. It was time for us to show force and protect one of our own, even if it was a woman.

We met up with the woman in question along the road, and when I first saw her I had to admit I was taken aback. She didn’t look anything at all like Charles. She was fucking stunning. She had thick, long, midnight black hair that curled around her ass. Her eyes were a deep green, and her skin was lightly tanned. I could tell by looking at her that she had been running her hands through that glorious hair, and it made my dick hard. The thought of wrapping my hands in her hair and fucking her from behind instantly popped into my mind, a thought I shouldn’t have about a brother’s family. And then she spoke. Hell, the woman’s voice was like angels singing, if I believed in such fucking things anymore.

“Charlie!” She called to Sarge and flung herself at him. For the first time in a long time, I felt like punching the man and had no idea why. This reaction was insane, and I didn’t understand it all. I could tell that the woman was surprised by the number of bikers that had surrounded her in the small turnoff that Sarge had told her to take, but she only moved closer to her cousin. “When you said gang, I thought you were kidding,” she whispered to her cousin, words that were caught by every man present.

I had enough and stood. Approaching Sarge and the woman, Ava, I said, “Well, we’re more like a brotherhood.” I offered my tattooed hand to her. “I’m Stone Mayhew, President of the Silver Devils, and you are now officially under our protection.”

I didn’t offer my protection lightly, but I did to her willingly, easily. When she placed her hand in mine the shock was immediate. I had heard my old man talking about this, heard the whispers from some of the older generation of men that were still there and married with old ladies. The ones that were faithful old bastards but still as badass today as they were back when they were taking turns on jobs. Her hand was soft, that was the second thing I noticed, and she looked me in the eyes, not something a lot of people did.

“Nice to meet you, Stone,” she said and then smiled up at me. She hugged me then, taking all of them by surprise. I heard a couple of my men slide their pieces from their holsters and Sarge’s immediate pissed off growl to those men.

“Holster your fucking weapons. She’s just a goddamn hugger, you idiots.” Leave it to Sarge to put a name to what the woman was doing. When she pulled back she looked shocked however.

“You have guns and knives on you.” She had looked up at me as she asked me that question and quickly raced back to her cousin, and the relative safety she thought she had there. If only she knew just how deadly her cousin was.

“Yes, we all have weapons on us, Kitten. We aren’t a damn knitting club. We are an MC club, and we’re a one percenter club at that. That means that we take no fucking shit from anyone, which is why Sarge told you to get your sweet ass down here double time.” I knew I was being a dick, but I had to put distance between myself and the woman because I wanted her, in a big way.

I watched her bristle under the use of the name Kitten and smiled when she volleyed back with her next words, “Well, how was I to know that you didn’t belong to a knitting club? You look like you could do a double stitch with the best of them. After all, I’m assuming that those vests aren’t picked up at Wal-Mart, so someone has to have some kind of talent.”

Well, good for her, she could stand up for herself. Her words had me fighting a smile, but Sarge just snickered, damn him.

“That’s what the pledges are for.” Sarge waved to a couple of the men and then told her, “This is Kenny and Baxter. They’re going to take your SUV, cuz, and I’m taking you.” He wrapped a protective arm around her and hugged her to his side, giving me a hard look. “Unless that’s an issue?”

“Nope, not with me,” I said and held up his hands and went back to my bike. There was an issue, the fact that I wanted to have her riding behind me and not behind Sarge. “Let’s get moving. I’m sending Tuba, Vax, and Bird to her place in New York. Kitten, pass your house keys over to the boys so that they can pack your shit and put it in a moving van to head out when the pledges get there.”

“My name is Ava. Please don’t call me Kitten again? I dislike that from people that don’t even know me, yet.”

Oh, I would use it all right, but when I did I would be balls deep inside of her little pussy. Fuck, I hadn’t meant to go there again. I shouldn’t be thinking about my friend’s family like that.

“Sarge.” I warned my friend to get her in line, hoping he would.

“Okay, cuz, let’s get on my bike and get moving. Thanks, Prez,” Sarge said to me and nodded once as they walked past me to Sarge’s bike. It was comical watching Sarge trying to help her onto the back of his bike, but once she was up there she looked like she was born to ride bitch on the back of a bike. God dammit, the woman was giving me blue balls and killing me with just how good she looked. I kicked my bike’s kickstand. Once I got on it and we all got moving, I was able to watch her as she rode behind her cousin. At first, she was tentative and clung to Sarge’s middle, the lucky fuck, but then she let go and had her hands out with a gleeful laugh that made me ache to be the one to introduce her to riding.

Fuck, this was not going to work. I didn’t know what it was about the woman, but I was drawn to her, far too much.


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Friday, 22 December 2017

Holiday Sale—10 Stories of temptation, romance, & blasphemy – for only #99cents Sacred & Profane Anthology: Priest Erotic Romance ~ Various Authors

Sacred & Profane: Priest Erotic Romance

edited by Torrance Sené


Ten stories of temptation, romance, and blasphemy featuring Sonni de Soto, Piper Denna, Torrance Sené, Charlotte French, Bronwyn Green, Leandra Vane, Mira Stanley, Jordan Monroe, H K Carlton, and Jillian Boyd.

Not even men of the cloth are exempt from God’s greatest gift: Love. In Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance, you’ll find stories of clergymen stepping outside their vows, pastors weaving divinity into their seductions, nuns and parishioners confessing to their body’s every earthly desire, and more.

Are you aroused by the blasphemous dance of sex and religion? The dangerous edge of eroticism contained within submission to something beyond oneself? The taboo juxtaposition of holy and sensual? Then Sacred and Profane welcomes you.

99¢ for the month of December 2017

(original price $3.99)

250 pages. Published 17 January 2017 by Sexy Little Pages

Named a Top Pick by The Romance Reviews

Portrait of brunette sexy woman with red Santa Claus hat. Christmas content.

Here's a snippet from my story, Sin Bin...

As he made his way to his office he'd no idea what to expect. This might be the end of everything.

Daunté took a deep breath before he entered.

The sight he beheld made him gasp.

Camillah was draped over his chair with her skirt rucked up, her exquisitely toned ass, bared, much as he'd commanded her to do at the club. Beside her, on the floor she'd placed a wooden switch, a throwback from Father Eton’s tenure.

Resisting, Daunté fisted his hands. But the urge to cane her, even once so he could watch the deep red welt develop on her pale skin, was almost overwhelming.

Of all the times he'd fantasized about her, he'd never allowed his dirty mind to envision quite this. To have her half-naked and vulnerable, at this mercy inside the church was the most wickedly arousing scene he ever could have imagined.

Though it was one of the most difficult things he'd ever done, he bent to help her rise. "This is not the place." But Lord have mercy on his rotten soul, he wanted it to be.

She snatched her arm from his grasp.

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." Her voice was muffled as she faced away from him.

Daunté caught his lower lip between this teeth to keep from moaning.

“Is this what you want, Father Sin?” she raged, through gritted teeth. “To punish me? To humiliate me over and over again? Is that how you get off?”

She made no attempt to stand but instead kneed her way around so she could face him. She leaned forward and placed her forehead against his body. The hardest part, at that very moment. There was no hiding it, he was intensely aroused.

She gripped the hem of his robe and parted it.

He knew he should stop her, but he didn't have the willpower. He wanted this. Here. Now.

As if in a trance she rubbed her forehead, her cheeks and her lips over his hardness.

Reaching up she undid his button and fly, then dragged his trousers and boxers to his ankles. His dick bobbed between them.

With cool fingers she took hold of him and pulled his straining cock downward, inches from her mouth. 

Daunté tensed, almost dancing from foot-to-foot in anticipation.

Camillah's breath fanned his hot flesh. Her lips hovered. It was then that she looked up at him.

The naked desire in her eyes made his knees weak.

"Let me worship you,” she whispered.

He groaned and laced his hands into her hair, granting silent permission. 

Reverently, she bowed her head and kissed the throbbing tip.

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Wednesday, 20 December 2017

Book Tour + #Giveaway - The Unexpected Santa - [Sin Bin 5] by Dahlia Donovan @DahliaDonovan #mm #romance

The Unexpected Santa
The Sin Bin Book 5
Dahlia Donovan
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance

When a rugby bad boy butts heads with a retired Marine, which alpha male becomes top dog?

Scottie Monk came out of the womb angry at the world. He's selfish and
bitter. "Bah humbug!" rolls off his tongue far easier than "Happy Christmas."

Gray Baird has dedicated his life to public service as a Marine Corps
officer and later as a police chief. The decorated hero finds it impossible to ignore autistic twins in desperate need of holiday spirit. He'll be the grumpiest Santa in the world if it puts a smile their faces. And he'll drag a reluctant Scottie along for the ride.

This December, Gray and Scottie collide while unexpectedly playing Santa.

The short story The Unexpected Santa is book five in Dahlia Donovan's international bestselling gay romance series, The Sin Bin. Each one features hot rugby players and the men who steal their hearts. This is not a stand-alone story. It is recommended that readers have read at least The Royal Marine prior to reading The Unexpected Santa.

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Dahlia Donovan wrote her first romance series after a crazy dream about shifters and damsels in distress. She prefers irreverent humour and unconventional characters. An autistic and occasional hermit, her life wouldn’t be complete without her husband and her massive collection of books and video games.

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Tuesday, 19 December 2017

New Sizzling Holiday Romance - Hidden Magic - by E.D. Parr #mm #erotic #PNR


Thank you for hosting me with new release MM romance Hidden Magic.

I had this story in my head for months before I started to write it. The elf, Owain Lovage, was so clear in my imagination but not his lover to be. Rowan kept disappearing and then reforming. I knew he had to be special because Owain is so sure he can never have a human partner.

Owain is lonely but he’s a happy soul, already in love with nature and as much as Rowan stirs him as they meet, Owain is calm and takes the love poured out to him from Rowan like gifts.

Rowan is highly sexual and used to taking what he needs from the men he meets. He pursues Owain from the start, but as soon as they connect, he’s lost in a pull of attraction he’s never felt before. He falls in love with Owain long before he knows it.

There’s a twist, as always, in my romances and of course a happy ending. I hope you enjoy the passion between these two men and the fun in the build to the end where I allow life to play tricks on them the way we all know it can.

Warning: This MM love story contains, MM sex, rimming, frottage, in the frequent love scenes

Paranormal gay male romantic erotica, Hidden Magic, 114 pages

On launch special at Evernight Publishing

Available Amazon US 

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Owain’s desperation grew in the night. He used magic to make coffee after spending too long in the shower. He walked to work trying to calm himself and before he knew what he was doing he used magic to speed and lift his steps. Only when he went through the small gate to the stable area, and, from force of habit, turned to close it, did he realize he’d left no prints in the snow. He dropped his feet to the ground. The layer of snow made a dull scrunch as it compacted.

A frown creasing his forehead, Owain entered the stables and went to the large enclosure where his older red deer had a space each. Their winter quarters made them impatient to work, and Owain soothed them with his magical touch. “Shush, shush, I’ll let you run in the paddock today after the school visit. The forecast is for sunshine by noon. Not that you care if it snows.” He stroked them, affection in every move. The deer snorted softly.

He was at his desk checking the staff roster on the computer when a worker brought Rowan to him. Owain’s heart thudded as he stood to greet Rowan. He minimized the document window and went around the desk.

“Thank you, Ben.” He dismissed his colleague with a smile, but as soon as Ben had closed the office door as he left, Owain went to Rowan. “It’s great to see you. I, er, I didn’t know if you’d take me up on my offer.”

Rowan gazed at him, his eyes glittering with pleasure. “To visit you—how could I not? I thought about you all night. I almost called the cell phone number on your business card. Is it your personal number?”

Owain nodded as he answered. “I wished I could call you. I thought it might be too soon. It is my personal number. The landline number is for the farm, but I didn’t want the staff bothered by after-hours calls, hence my number—”

Rowan’s sudden move, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him, stopped Owain’s gabble. He sank into the soft joy of Rowan’s lips on his and pushed his hands around Rowan’s waist to hold him fast and linger in the kiss, until the sensation of floating in a haze of lust became real and Owain lifted them both from the ground.

Rowan broke the kiss and took a deep breath. “Your kisses are—”

Panic made Owain’s stomach churn, and he brought their feet to the floor thanking any deity listening that he’d only elevated an inch or so. “—so are yours.” He caught his breath resting his forehead on Rowan’s.

Rowan smiled, finishing his sentence. “So sexy.”

Pleasure closed Owain’s eyes.

Rowan pushed his arms around Owain’s neck and pressed his body close.

Rowan’s hard body against his enticed until Owain swept his hands down to Rowan’s ass and grabbed it to thrust his erection on Rowan’s. The hard column of Owain’s cock straining against his pants rubbed on Rowan’s. Owain sighed into his soft kisses. “This is no place to make out.”

Rowan whispered between hungry kisses. “Lock the door. My dick’s leaking. I’ll lose it and come soon. Let me suck your cock. You have to want that.”

Owain’s urgent desire overwhelmed him. He edged to the door, simultaneously kissing Rowan and bringing him to lean there. He couldn’t lock the door from inside, but they could block entry with their bodies.

Rowan opened his jeans and dragged them and his underwear down his thighs. His huge cock sprang free. He moaned low and grabbed Owain’s hand to close it around his dick.

Owain gasped as the shape and feel of Rowan’s cock in his hand sent sparks of pleasure down his body to pool in his balls, and his own cock jerked against his pants.

“Uh, uh, fucking hell.” Rowan thrust his hips, and his dick shifted in Owain’s fist.

Owain tightened his grip and slipped his other hand around Rowan’s body to finger the crack of Rowan’s hard ass, as he took kiss after kiss from Rowan’s open mouth.

Rowan’s cum shot over Owain’s hand and along his wrist. Rowan ground his cock into Owain’s grasp as he moaned. He stilled slowly and returned Owain’s kisses. “I need your cock in my mouth, fucking now—” He pulled away from Owain and dropped to his knees.

With shaking hands, Owain helped his lover open his pants and push them down his thighs along with his underwear. Rowan’s lick along his aching cock made him groan.

Rowan lapped at the head of Owain’s dick as he grasped the shaft. He circled feather-light touches around Owain’s balls with his fingertips.

Owain’s stomach clenched tight. He couldn’t breathe. The feel of Rowan’s lips around his cock set him moaning. The tight, wet friction as Rowan brought his dick in and out of his mouth nearly sent Owain to his knees. He grabbed Rowan’s shoulders and let himself thrust. Streaks of sensation gathered between his legs. His balls lifted high under Rowan’s touch. Owain’s orgasm stormed over him with pleasure so exquisite he fell back against the door, and as his knees sagged, he struggled not to groan too loudly.

Rowan held him there, waiting until Owain had pumped all his seed into his throat. He stroked Owain’s tense stomach, forcing more moans to escape, and his cock throbbed in Rowan’s mouth.

“Rowan—” He murmured the name, wanting to kiss those lips that had brought him such pleasure.

Copyright E.D.Parr 2017 Evernight Publishing

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Monday, 18 December 2017

Wicked Winter - Box Set from 9 of the hottest authors in erotic romance!

It’s a very Wicked Winter in this Box Set from 9 of the hottest authors in erotic romance! Warm up a cold winter night with these sizzling and emotional tales of love and desire.

Included are:





UNDONE TOY By Lila Dubois


CLAIMING TINY: A Charon MC Novella By Khloe Wren

RIO: Christmas In Paradise By Sabrina Sol



Dealing with a messy and humiliating breakup with her Dom, Bree Donovan welcomed the invitation to leave Chicago for a meeting in Texas. An impulsive attendance at a private BDSM gathering wiped all other thoughts from her mind the moment Rafe Morales claimed her as his for the evening…and maybe beyond.

THE DOMINANT WISH by Robin L. Rotham

Once upon a time, Grace Kendrick loved a dominant man. But when Jared McLain asked for more than she was ready to give, she ran away...and paid dearly for thirty years. Now a birthday wish has landed her in the past and back in Jared's bed, and this time there's nothing she won't do for him.

But there's a catch. The clock is ticking on Grace's youthful new body and she has only a few hours to explore the erotic delights of her own submission with Jared and his best friend Alec before the clock strikes twelve, returning her to a lonely future. How stupid to wish for just one more night--she should have gone for happily ever after!

Fortunately, fairy godmothers usually have contingency plans...


Do soul mates truly exist? A chance reading with a psychic on Winter Solstice eve has Destiny Walker wondering. When she runs into the gorgeous Reece Kellan, their sizzling connection goes deeper than mind and body—but is it really fate, or simply the most intense sensual experience either of them has ever had?


Sometimes memories of the past hold lessons for the future. Bride-to-be Pam learns hers as she spends some down time with her Grandma—a woman who sure knows how to tell a spicy, funny tale. Lust, laughter and love...Pam will hear reminiscences of all three. And understand why the most important of all is love.

UNDONE TOY by Lila Dubois

Kiara is happy to model for a winter wonderland BDSM photoshoot, until she learns that the man who will be topping her is the only man she's ever called Master. Ice is cold, but the scenes they perform are scorching, and in the end she'll have to decide if she can overcome her fear of the past, and risk her heart for a chance at love.

CLAIMING TINY: A Charon MC Novella by Khloe Wren

Badass biker Ryan ‘Tiny’ Nelson has no plans to settle down. But when the feisty Mercedes ‘Missy’ Soto shows up at the Charon MC clubhouse, it only takes one taste before they’re both hooked. When Missy’s past catches up with her and she goes on the run, can Tiny find the woman he’s fallen for in time to give her a Christmas to remember, or is she lost to him forever?


Four couples all want something different for Christmas this year. Penny and Marcus want a baby, Connor and Bridget need to feed their sadist and masochist sides, Miles want to marry Josie, and Phebe is ready to fully submit to Donovan. With sex so hot it'll melt the winter snow, A Secret Christmas will have you begging for more.

RIO: Christmas in Paradise by Sabrina Sol

When workaholic CFO Chase Simon is forced to take a tropical Christmas vacation, he sure as hell doesn't expect to enjoy it. But when he finds out that he'll be spending the next seven days with Rio, a sexy celebrity dancer from his past, his doubts begin to fade.

SNOWBOUND AT CHRISTMAS by Christine Ashworth

Trapped with her boss in a remote cabin during a snowstorm, their pent-up passions explode into the hottest sex Kitty has ever had...but Logan has decreed once she leaves the cabin, their professional and personal relationship ends. Now, all Kitty wants for Christmas is Logan’s heart. To get it, she’ll have to do battle with the ghost of his Christmas past.

USA Today Bestselling and award winning author Desiree Holt writes everything from romantic suspense and paranormal to erotic, a genre in which she is the oldest living author She has been referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, and is a winner of the EPIC E-Book Award, the Holt Medallion and a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice nominee. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times and numerous other national and international publications.

“Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance Junkies)

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author Eden Bradley has written erotica and erotic romance for Berkley, Bantam, Harlequin Spice/HQN, Samhain Publishing and Black Lace Books, as well as indie publishing. She’s probably most well-known for her BDSM novel THE DARK GARDEN, and her indie-pubbed hard-core kink anthology THE TRAINING HOUSE. Her work has been translated into twelve languages.

As someone who’s been involved in BDSM for much of her adult life, Eden speaks on kink psychology, safety and practice, as well as sex positive culture for women. She also offers a series of writing craft video courses.

Born and raised in California, S.L. Carpenter is an enigma—a man writing erotic romance. But his stories, with their unique blend of humor and sensuality, have lured readers into his world, where the unexpected can happen—and often does. For more than fifteen years, he has been creating both short stories and full length novels, and hopes to continue doing so for many years to come.

Lila Dubois is a multi-published, bestselling author of erotic, paranormal and fantasy romance. Her books have been nominated for many awards including RT Book Reviews Erotic Novella for Undone Rebel and the Golden Flogger. Having spent extensive time in France, Egypt, Turkey, Ireland and England Lila speaks five languages, none of them (including English) fluently. Lila lives in California with her own Irish Farm Boy and loves receiving email from readers, though she is slow to respond since she recently created a tiny human. Can books featuring secret baby plots be far behind?

Khloe Wren grew up in the Adelaide Hills before her parents moved the family to country South Australia when she was a teen. A few years later, Khloe moved to Melbourne which was where she got her first taste of big city living.

After a few years living in the big city, she missed the fresh air and space of country living so returned to rural South Australia. Khloe currently lives in the Murraylands with her incredibly patient husband, two strong willed young daughters, an energetic dog and two curious cats.

Khloe started writing in 2012, and now has over twenty published romantic suspense books under her belt.

While Khloe doesn’t ride a bike herself, yet, she loves riding pillion behind her husband on the rare occasion they get to go out without their daughters.

LK Shaw is a physical therapist assistant by day and writer/social media addict by night. She resides in South Carolina with her high maintenance beagle mix dog, Miss P, who should probably just have her own Instagram account. An avid reader since childhood, she became hooked on historical romance novels in high school. She now reads, and loves, all romance sub-genres, with erotic romance and romantic suspense being her favorite. LK enjoys traveling and chocolate. Her books feature hot alpha heroes and the strong women they love. Her books combine romantic suspense and BDSM.

Sabrina Sol is the chica who loves love. She writes steamy romance stories featuring smart and sexy Latina heroines in search of their Happily Ever Afters. Sabrina lives in sunny Southern California with her husband, three kids, two Beagles and one very lazy Bulldog. She is also part of a larger, extended Mexican family whose members are definitely not the source of inspiration for some of her characters. At least, that’s what she’s been telling them. Sabrina loves to connect with readers.

USA Today Bestselling Author Christine Ashworth has been writing since 2002, and has no plans to stop. Still 17 at heart, she is a romantic, and hopes to one day match her father’s record of over 350 published fiction books. Follow Christine here:

Sunday, 17 December 2017

Blog Tour - Ahava Is Love [World of Love] by Avery Duran @TheAveryDuran #mm #romance

Ahava Is Love

World of Love Series
Published by Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist Reese Dante
Release Date July 5, 2017

Thank you so much to Pick a Genre for hosting me today to talk about the origin of my novella, Ahava is Love. Ahava is Love came out this summer, but the majority of the book takes place during Chanukah, and the themes of the holiday - faith, miracles, and resilience – run through the story. 

Since it is that time of the year, I thought it would be fun to celebrate with a Chanukah blog party. Since no celebration is complete without food, conversation, and gifts – I’ll spend the holiday visiting different blogs to share recipes, stories, excerpts and a great giveaway. I hope you’ll join me!

Let’s talk about food! A traditional Chanukah dish is latkes (fried potato pancakes) served with applesauce or sour cream. The apple sauce vs. sour cream issue is hotly debated, and most families have a favorite. I am totally team applesauce and cannot imagine my latkes any other way. I make my applesauce from scratch every year. It is so easy, and the taste cannot be beat. In fact, when my children were started on solid foods, the first thing they ate was my homemade applesauce.

This is a recipe with no measuring, and one that cannot be messed up! All you need are some apples, sugar and water. I prefer to use Macintosh or red delicious apples.

I always use a food mill, I find that gives my applesauce the very best texture. It also means I do not have to peel the apples, the peels stay behind in the food mill. Leaving the peels on gives the applesauce a beautiful pink color. Honestly, all applesauce recipes are pretty much the same, in my opinion it’s the food mill that takes this one it to the next level!

If you do not have a food mill you can mash the cooked apples with a potato masher or pulse in a food processor. Be sure to peel the apples before boiling if using those methods.

1) Core and slice the apples (use an apple corer slicer if you have one!)

2) In a large pot, bring apples and water (just barely enough to reach the top of the apples) to a boil, and reduce to a simmer. Stir frequently.

3) Cook until apples are cooked through and easily mashed with a fork.

4) Drain apples in mesh strainer

5) Run apples through a food mill or pulse in food processor until smooth (if using food processor, peel apples before boiling).

6) Add sugar to taste

7) Cool, transfer to airtight container. Keep refrigerated.

You can use as much or as little sugar as you desire. Use alternative sweeteners, add cinnamon – whatever floats your boat. The recipe is incredibly flexible and forgiving.

During Chanukah my family will be eating our latkes made with this applesauce. I hope you give it a try and let me know what you think.

I wish you all a happy holiday season and a fantastic 2018!!!

Thanks for taking the time to get to know a little about me. I will be sharing more over the coming days, so please join me when I visit the below blogs. They have been kind enough to host me to celebrate Chanukah with Ahava is Love!

Ahava is Love - Ahava is the Hebrew word for love, I think you’ll enjoy falling in love with Josh, Yaron – and Israel!


Brooklyn Realtor Josh Perlman desperately wants to settle down. Unfortunately he can’t find a man who wants the same. Tired of disastrous dates, he travels to explore his heritage.

Yaron is an Israeli security guard and medic charged with looking after Josh and his pilgrimage group. For Yaron, the need to protect has become more a duty than an honor since he lost his long-term boyfriend to a terrorist attack—a loss that continues to haunt him.

As they embark on their journey through the Holy Land, it’s hard to deny the attraction that sparks between Josh and Yaron. Yet with America calling Josh home, and Israel, and the death of his lover holding Yaron prisoner, it seems only a miracle can keep them together.

But Israel is an ancient land, one that has seen miracles before. Surrounded by structures that have been destroyed and rebuilt time after time, Josh and Yaron might just learn that their futures can be found in the wisdom of the past.

World of Love: Stories of romance that span every corner of the globe.


( Released July 5, 2017 from Dreamspinner Press )

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Parent Association President by day, Romance Author by night, Avery Duran ( enjoys the best of all worlds. She’s a minivan-driving, cupcake-baking, soccer mom, who works outside the home while raising three rambunctious boys. Easily distracted by shiny things, Avery found making up stories in her head was an effective way to fool people into thinking she was paying attention. Eventually, she decided to write down one of those stories, and her alter-ego was born.

A native New Yorker, she often incorporates her favorite city into what she writes. During the day, while driving, watching endless YouTube videos, or animated shows with her offspring, she plots her stories. At night, when her husband and children go to sleep, Avery sits in a quiet house and puts those words on paper. She loves spending her downtime creating a world filled with people loving and laughing their way to happily-ever-after.

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