Author Spotlight - Shyla Colt

Today I'd like to welcome fellow fab author and fangirl extraordinaire Shyla Colt to talk about her latest release, Mistaken Identity.

Write what you know. It’s a phrase you see floating around a lot. Dig into those familiar memories, places, people, and experiences that’ll breath life into your characters. Give your readers the feeling , hey this author knows their stuff. I know a little bit about a lot, most of it nerd related. Yes, I wave my geek flag high. Not only am I named after a first edition Superman comic. I’m a techie. I graduated with an AS in Science for Lighting and Sound Design. Yes, I fly my nerd flag high, and wave it proudly. So, when I gave my muse free reign, she took off like a kid who’s been cooped up in a car for too long, and Larped Mistaken Identity was born.

Larped gives you the chance to escape in the Tardis with The Doctor, ride in the Impala with the Winchesters, and be a leading lady in every movie you’ve ever obsessed over. It’s the ultimate fan girl fodder, because at one point haven’t we all find that niche we love to bits and pieces. I know I do over, and over again. *cough Simon from Misfits…. I’m just saying I wouldn’t have minded being Alisha at all… post slag years. If you’re wondering what shows I’m talking about, don’t fret, I’m listing them at the end of this blog with links. I love to spread the good t.v. around. *Winks*

In this story our lead character, Kansas, finds herself in a bar on her thirtieth birthday with a look-alike from her favorite show, Paranormal Investigation. A few drinks later, her inexplicable connection and attraction have worn her down. The Fortress , as her bestie calls her , breaks and she heads back to the hotel where the convention takes places. Funny thing about one night stands… they have the ability to look totally different in the light of a new day. Turns out her look alike is actually the real deal, and he wants much more than one night.

How would you react? Would the giant lie he just told stick in your craw , perhaps make you weary of trusting anything else he had to say? For a chance to win a copy of Larped, answer the question above. (and don't forget to leave your email address!)



Blurb:
Calling off the wedding to his high school sweetheart has sitcom star, Jett Walker, struggling with a deep depression. Exhausted from feigning happiness for convention goers, he escapes to a dive bar. An unexpected encounter leads him to his salvation in the form of Kansas Collins. A curvaceous beauty with lips that beg to be kissed and a body made for loving. Smitten, he allows the assumption that he’s a larper to stand.

Scarred by the tug-of-war her dysfunctional parents place her in, relationships are a four letter word to Kansas. Then a charming southern man, sweeps her off her feet, and delivers sex that transcends a simple exchange of pleasure. Her mind screams soul mate, but when his lies surface their fairytale goes south. Uncertain what’s real or ruse Kansas is torn.

Can Jett convince her it’s a once in a lifetime love?

Links to Shows:

Misfits
Supernatural
Dr. Who

Author Bio:

Shyla Colt lives in southern California with her marine husband and two tiny tots. When she's not teaching Abc's , running errands , or headed to the park she writes full time and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell, she thinks sleep is over rated. Her goal is to bring you erotic romance full of characters that feel real, plots that make you think, and happily ever after endings that show you the true power of love.


You can find Shyla at the following places:

Website: www.shylacolt.com
Twitter: @shylacolt
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/authorshyla.colt
Blog: Www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com

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A Beautiful Lie by Tyler Robbins

Today I'm sharing a new m/m release from Tyler Robbins called A Beautiful Lie. Enjoy!



Blurb:

Jesse Reagan has had more than his share of tragedy, and he may have been dealt another blow when, once again, cancer threatens the sister who raised him. Faced with the possibility of being left behind, Jesse vows to care for her young son, though he’s not convinced he can.

When Trip Cantrell returns to town, he’s blindsided the instant he’s reunited with his kid brother’s lifelong friend, Jesse. His inability to find happiness in the years he’s been gone, suddenly makes sense. Love’s been waiting at home all along.

Life begins to look promising, except for the fact that neither have come out of the closet publicly, and that’s not even their biggest problem. Someone has a secret so shocking they may never find a way past it.

Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?

Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.

Excerpt:

Trip could feel the tension radiating from the other man. Following his instincts, he gripped Jesse’s shoulder and squeezed. “You’re not alone you know. If you ever want to talk or need help with anything, let me know.”

Jesse turned his head, shocking the hell out of Trip by leaning in to where Trip held his shoulder, slightly brushing his cheek against Trip’s fingers.

Trip tightened his grip, savoring the feel of Jesse’s skin touching his. Was he imagining it?

Jesse slowly lifted his chin as his green eyes, darkening by the second, settled on Trip.

Trip’s heart raced, and his hardening c**k pressed against the zipper of his jeans. Was this really happening?

He inched closer, inhaling deep, losing himself in the aroma of Jesse’s quite memorable cologne. He swallowed hard, his lips tingling at the thought of Jesse’s mouth on his.

Jesse’s chest rose and fell, his breathing grew louder by the second, infiltrating Trip’s mind until his own breaths caught up, matching Jesse’s pants breath for heated breath. Jesse’s eyelids lowered to half-mast, his desire obvious as f**k.

Trip reacted on instinct alone, no thinking, just doing. He pulled Jesse closer until their lips were centimeters apart. Jesse’s exhales warmed Trip’s skin.

The night went silent the instant Jesse’s soft lips grazed Trip’s.

Seconds felt like hours until Trip engulfed Jesse’s mouth all together. With hungry sweeps, Trip dove deeper, sucking, and tangling his tongue with Jesse’s. He cupped the back of Jesse’s neck, and held on as their mouths warred for dominance over the other.

Trip gasped when Jesse’s wandering hand discovered his erection through his jeans. “F**k.”

Hot air poured over Trip’s neck as Jesse’s kisses blanketed his throat.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night.” Trip splayed his fingers through Jesse’s silky, black hair, hoping against hope Jesse would move his mouth lower.

Jesse fumbled with the buttons on Trip’s shirt, and plucked the first few open. He worked his way across Trip’s chest, circling Trip’s erect nipples with his warm, wet tongue. “S**t, Jesse.” Trip struggled to catch his breath. Everything was so intense, moved so fast, Trip could hardly tell if it was real.

He leaned Jesse back, seizing the few stolen moments he hoped were actually happening. His kisses grew heavier, and his need increased. He’d take it as far as Jesse would let him. He had no choice. Please let this be real.

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Storm Season by Nicola Cameron

Today I welcome Nicola Cameron, with her latest release, Storm Season.

Thanks for letting me come on your blog today! I'm really excited about the release of Storm Season -- not only is it my first full-length novel, it's also the first book in my Olympic Cove series, which is best described as "Humans, Greek Gods, and mythological creatures must band together in Florida to save Earth from an insane deity who wants to remake the planet in its own diseased image. No pressure." The entire series is fantasy erotic romance with science fiction and action/adventure elements; pairing-wise, the first two books in the series are MMM, the third and fifth books are MMF, the fourth book is MMMFF (oh, I'm looking forward to writing THAT), and the sixth book is MF. Yeah, I was never all that good about coloring inside the lines...



BLURB:

Ian West had his summer all planned out — go down to Florida, stay in his family’s beach cottage on Olympic Cove, and work on his science fiction novel. But his plans get thrown for a loop when gorgeous twin sea gods Bythos and Aphros show up in the cove and inform him he’s their fated consort.

As if that wasn’t enough, something in the Gulf of Mexico is turning mermaids into legendary monsters and gods into demons. Now, Ian not only has to navigate the complicated waters of a ménage relationship with twin sea gods, he also has to stop an insane deity and save the whole damn planet.
No pressure.


BUY LINKS:

• Evernight
• ARe
• Bookstrand
• Amazon
• Amazon.co.uk
• Rainbow eBooks


BOOK TRAILER


EXCERPT

“So … you just waited for me? All this time?”

“Yes,” Bythos said. “And you finally returned to us, and dreamed of us as we dreamed of you.” With care, he slid an arm around Ian. “I meant what I said earlier. We will never harm you, and we will never force you into anything you don’t want to do. But we need you, Ian, just as you need us.”

“We do need you,” Aphros said, moving in to lay the softest of kisses on Ian’s shoulder. “You’re the sun and the moon to us. We’ve dreamed about you for so long. Please, Ian, let us love you.”

Ian shivered at the softness of the demigod’s lips as they feathered along his shoulder, tracing the curve to his neck. His desire bloomed again, a warm heaviness settling in his groin. “You dreamed about me?” he whispered.

“Every night,” Aphros said. “You have no idea how you tormented us with your skin, the sounds you made.”

“And your taste,” Bythos murmured, leaning in now and brushing the tip of his tongue over Ian’s skin. “I can’t describe how delicious you are. You taste like everything good in the world. Like home.”

“Like ours,” Aphros said.

Ian moaned at the sensation of their mouths on his neck, their hands wandering across his chest, plucking gently at his nipples. “Oh, God,” he breathed.

“Gods, actually,” Aphros said, lifting his mouth from Ian’s neck for a moment. “Well, demigods, but still.”

“Aph, shut up,” Bythos said, sliding a broad, warm palm around Ian’s jaw and pulling him closer. “We have better things to do.”


BIO

Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).

• Website /Blog: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com
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• Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6623791.Nicola_Cameron
• Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/nicola-cameron
• Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00AIE4RAC
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Author Spotlight - Michaela Rhua

Today I am excited to shine the spotlight on a wonderful fellow author, Michaela Rhua, and her new anthology releate with Breathless Press, The Enforcers: The Blood Bar Chronicles, Book 3.

Take it away, Michaela!

Thank you for letting me visit you blog. I really appreciate your support.

This anthology started over a year ago as a fun project with my critique group who blog as The Nuthouse Scribblers. The idea was to link stories together around the same bar – The Blood Bar. Book 1 The Alphas and Book 2 The Protectors are already available at an eBook seller near you. But Book 3 The Enforcers came out on 5th April! It features 4 stories written by Kiru Taye, Alyssa Fox and Caledonia St. James.

Here is the tag line for the anthology.
The Enforcers: The Blood Bar Chronicles, Book 3.
When the Wicked Ladies of Fiction meet up in a Scottish bar they don’t expect a night filled with danger, lust and hot supernatural men…



My story is called Logan's Captive.

Blurb:

One visit to The Blood Bar and life will never be the same. Fed up with her life, Kyla looks forward to meeting up with her friends. Only events take an unexpected turn and Kyla is rescued by Logan, who seems determined to keep her captive.
Logan didn't come to Scotland looking for a mate. But the scent of this sexy woman calls to his wolf and he knows he has to claim her. The only problem is she is human or so she thinks.

Excerpt:

He got up and walked to the window, long legs taking confident strides, almost like an animal prowling. She saw his defined back and shoulders flex with each step. Kyla snuggled into the pillow, enjoying the feast of powerful man in front of her. Logan reached to open the curtains and the morning light shone in.

Kyla sighed at the sight of him, letting her eyes drink him up, his wide muscular shoulder, and a hard six-pack, leading to tapered hips. Her gaze followed down. His jogging bottoms were low on hips she would love to wrap her legs around. Suddenly, her mouth was dry and she found it hard to swallow. Her mind raced with images of her hands gliding over his arms, palms on his hard chest traveling to what lay under his jogging bottoms.

She gasped audibly. What was happening? Where was she getting all these thoughts from? Hearing her gasp brought Logan onto the bed, and his hands onto her shoulders.

"You okay, my sweet?" Blue eyes full of concern looked into her soul. Oh, his scent was intoxicating to her senses; she closed her eyes and breathed him in deeply. A musky, spicy, warmth drifted off him. Kyla sighed again, leaning forward to get closer. Logan's hands held her still.

"Kyla, listen to me. We need to talk." His voice was insistent.

She opened her eyes, hearing him, but not listening. Her hands reached out on their own accord, and her fingertips brushed his chest, gliding over his nipples and travelling down. Her brain fought the instinct to touch, yet her body ached to touch him.

"Oh God, you're killing me here!" Logan growled.

"Am I?" Kyla spoke through a drunken haze.

He grabbed her wrist before she was able to touch his erection that was so obvious. "Stop; you don't know what's going on," he ground out, shaking her shoulders gently.

"Logan, kiss me, touch me, please," Kyla begged as she rose onto her knees.

Her free hand moved from his chest to his neck, pulling him forward. Eyes focused on his lips, she parted her own as he came so close their breath intermingled. The air around her seemed hot and heavy. She felt his broad hand move around her waist as he brought her to him, chest to chest. She lifted her chin, just as his lips captured her in a kiss that sent all her senses wild. His lips gentle at first, teasing, but as she groaned into him she heard him growl. He increased the pressure, crushing him to her. His other hand fisted her hair so he could lock her to him. Kyla was lost, completely.

I hope you like the sound of that. Here are the buy links and more about me below.

Buy Links:
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Michaela Rhua

Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!
She has teenage children and a husband, who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

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His Guardian Witch by Angelina Rain

Today I'd like to welcome another fabulous author to my blog, Angelina Rain, talking about her newest release, His Guardian Witch!



Is love stronger than magic?

Morgan has never encountered a spell she couldn’t cast or a curse she couldn’t break. With her natural knack for witchcraft, she runs a magic store that helps others. When a handsome but cursed man walks into her store, she is pit against magic stronger than her own.

Daniel lived an ordinary life before he ended up on a witch’s bad side and was jinxed with non-stop bad luck. Out of sheer desperation he visits Morgan’s Magic Shop. Morgan agrees to help him and they must work together to find the witch and pinpoint the hex she used in order to undo it. As they search, feelings ignite and a romance blossoms. Will this bad luck spell end their love, or will their love be strong enough to break the incantation?

Be Warned: sex toys


Excerpt:

Morgan opened her eyes and watched as the glittering aura lights danced before her. They reached the window and passed through the glass on the way to the girl. Once all the lights were gone, she glanced at Daniel. A big smile crossed his handsome face, but her attention went below it. A rock rose inside his pants, large and long. She gulped, and the need to see it minus his jeans suddenly grew too strong.

No, she shouldn't look. Instead she closed her eyes and tried to conjure up more peaceful images of nature and sunlight. Those images didn't come though. Instead, she saw her silky bedroom sheets.

Her body lay on those sheets, writhing in passion as her legs spread open and in the air. Daniel's head bobbed between her thighs, and his tongue lapped at her warm, natural juices.

She gulped, gasped, and opened her eyes.

His lustful gaze met hers. Lust that matched her own and her heart pulsed fast inside her chest. Her center grew damp, and she longed for his touch.

"I think your thoughts were similar to mine."

She didn't reply to Daniel's statement. Instead, Morgan tried to stand. Her knees grew weak as she rose to her feet.

Daniel stood, too. "You can't deny you were thinking about it, too."

"I wasn't denying anything."

He crossed to her and wrapped his arms around her back. Warmth filtered through her, and Morgan felt herself blush. When he spoke, his breath tickled her skin. "I was thinking about how good it would be to lay you down in my bed."

"You don't have a bed. It was stolen."

His chuckling made her wetter. There was something so sexy about his voice. "The floor, then." Daniel pulled her closer to himself until she rubbed against him. His hard cock pressed into her navel, and she tilted her head upward to meet his gaze. His lips brushed hers. The kiss started tender and slow. She opened her mouth to invite him inside.

She lay on the floor, his body pressing into hers. His hands touched her sides, slipping under her shirt. His lips left hers and instead kissed her neck. He found her breasts, rubbing his palms over her nipples. Only the thin lace of her bra separated her flesh from his.

Morgan moaned. The need inside her multiplied, and she wanted to touch him, feel him, taste him. She flipped him over until she was on top and he on the bottom. She raked her fingertips over his chest and abs, feeling the hard muscle beneath the black t-shirt. But feeling and seeing were two different things, and she wanted to see. Taking the hem of his shirt, she raised it until his smooth and taut skin lay open for her to feast on. She ran her tongue over the ridges of his six-pack.

Daniel inhaled sharply, and she smiled as she kissed him right below the belly button. Morgan glanced at the trail of hair leading to somewhere below his pants. She undid the button, her hands on the zipper.

"Is this supposed to happen?"

She tried to glance at his face, but who was she kidding? The hardness in his pants was more appealing. "You mean the hard-on. It means you're excited. It's totally natural."

Morgan met his eye, and he shook his head. His gaze moved somewhere beside and beyond her. "No, I mean is the candle supposed to fly?"

"Shit!" Morgan pushed away from Daniel. She watched, bewildered, as black and dark blue winds danced around the room. The candle was high off the floor.

"I'm guessing something is wrong."

"Very wrong."

The flame didn't go out despite the sudden winds in the room. It rose, high and strong and fierce. Then the wind died quickly. The candle dropped to the floor. Flames danced over the hardwood planks. The fire happened too quickly to be natural. Some sort of magical force was behind it.

"Come on, we have to go!" She urged him by pulling his arm until he stood and ran behind her. Once they were outside, her fingers fumbled with the buttons on her phone as she dialed 911. Daniel stood beside her. His face was white, whiter than the nice tan he had all day. "What…" He stuttered. "What just happened?"

"The spell didn't work. Peace and forgiveness didn't get to her. Something repelled them, and her anger came at us, manifesting itself as the wind. This spell is stronger than I first thought. Something or someone is controlling it."

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Vixen Healed by Shyla Colt

Today I'd like to welcome another fabulous fellow Evernight author, Shyla Colt, with her new release Vixen Healed.


Shyla Colt is a sassy stay at home mom who lives in Southern California with her Marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not crafting, teaching Abc’s, or playing make believe, she writes full time, and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell she thinks sleep is overrated.

A fan of romance from the moment she picked up her first paranormal romance at thirteen, she strives to provide you with stories that bring the heat, make you fall in love with the characters, and show the power of true love. She invites you to come and get lost in her world.



Damaged, jaded, and toughened by life’s hard knocks, the last thing Detective Kelly Quinn and Claire Reading expect to find during their time in protective custody is love.

Blurb:

Eight years ago Claire’s’ life was shattered when her fiancée lost his life in a robbery protecting her. She’s picked up all the pieces and moved forward when the past returns. One of the robbers has been caught and she’s needed to testify. The feisty roller derby girl agrees with no qualms, but the murders’ partner has plans to silence her for good. She turns to Detective Kelly Quinn to keep her out of harm’s way. The attraction between them gives protective custody a whole new meaning. Kelly never forgot Claire. He promised her once he’d see the murderous savages brought to justice and he’s a man of his word. Feelings of protectiveness become passion, and the possibility of the one thing he’s sworn off, love. Can they come together to heal the hurts of the past and carve out a future filled with happiness?

Excerpt:

“We all have our dark side, C. You and I, we’ve seen some of the worst life has to offer. It changes a person.” He shook his head. “There’s no shame in that. Wear your scars like a badge. You’re still here, standing even though life knocked you flat on your back. That takes a lot of strength. More than some people have.”

“You saw me at my lowest.”

“Truth is that night you saved me. I was coming off of a long stint undercover and questioning the meaning of life, asking myself why I was still in this career field. When you’re a part of that seedy underbelly for so long, you lose hope. Especially, when money greases the wheels of justice and men who should be buried beneath the jail cell and not simply placed in it walk scot-free.” His chest ached as he was taken back to that time. “Then I met a beautiful girl who’d had her life destroyed by senseless violence, and it lit a fire under me, reaffirmed my decision to help others. When I made you that promise I meant it. I never forgot for one second. I’d pull the case file occasionally. See if any new leads had come up. Then I got a match, called you in to the office and had my mind completely blown. The young girl had grown up. But she was still hurting. I wanted to take that away. I still do.” He reached out to trace the curve of her heart-shaped face.

“This is me, who I am. I want you to see me the way you’ve allowed me to see you. All bullshit aside. I’m fair if I’m anything.” She studied him with dark eyes that held mysterious still be discovered.

“I like what I see, Kelly Quinn.”

“Aaah, I was hoping you’d say that.” He moved forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, moaning when she took control and nipped at his bottom lip. The love bite unleashed the passion he’d been holding back. He rolled her onto her back, making quick work of the tiny pearl buttons that kept her soft yellow baby doll pajama top together. He peeled back the layer, likening it to wrapping paper keeping him from candy. The bra she wore was a sheer, pink number that made his mouth water and his cock threaten to pop out of his boxer briefs.

Her Hershey kiss nipples strained against the material.

“Beautiful.” He leaned down and sucked a swollen nub into his mouth, exploring her curves with his hand. He slipped inside her waistband and traced the underwear.

“Mmmh, your underwear is soaked. Will your pussy be even wetter?”

“Why don’t you find out?” She stared down at him from her position, leaned back on her elbows. Her hair tumbled around her face and down her back like a raven waterfall. Her eyes had darkened to an almost black that smoldered.

He slipped a finger inside her panties and watched her lush lips part as he stroked her sodden lips.

“Well?” Her cheeky bravado made him chuckle.

“I think we can do better.” He circled her with his thumb before he eased inside her tight sheath. “Look at how tight you grip me.” He stroked her inside, circled her walls and licked his lips when she arched and gasped.

“It’s been a while.”

“How long is a while?”

“Eight years.” The words were so low he barely made them out. He paused mid-stroke.

“No, don’t stop.” She covered his hands and moved his fingers inside her. “I want to feel, to remember what it is to live fully. I’ve been surrounded by too much death and fear. It’s your turn to bring me back from the brink.” I’d never seen a more erotic sight than Claire getting herself off with my hands. His balls grew heavy, and he ached to move inside her. I have to make sure she’s ready, and take care. Make the most of the special gift she’s giving me. He hooked his finger, found the g-spot inside her, and she exploded. A creamy rush of honey spurted out and ran down his fingers.

“I’m going to need to see that a few more times at least.” He brought his hands up to his lips and popped them into his mouth. Salty, sweet, and delicious.

“Lift your hips.” She complied, still dazed, and he pulled down her underwear and shorts in one go. “Spread those sexy stems of yours for me.” A bashful expression crossed her face as he spread her legs even wider. He kneeled down and admired her neatly trimmed cunt. He spread her lips, dipped his tongue inside her molten core, and hummed his appreciation. He thrust inside and sipped her, swirling his tongue around as he played, pausing to flick her clit as he enjoyed his feast. Her throaty cries and moans inflamed him until he was fucking her with his tongue. She clamped down around him. Her thighs shut around his ears as she came. He drank her down. Her body went slack, her legs flopped open, and he sat back on his knees, pulling his stiff member out of the cotton containment. He rubbed the tip, dipped into the wealth of moisture that escaped from his slit.

“Are you ready for me, Claire?”

“God, yes.”

He leaned over to the left side of the bed and pulled out a square foil. He never fooled around with the women he brought home in his bedroom. That was his space. I’ll have to change that now. She sat up.

Coming March 15th to Evernight Publishing

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Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed - Natasha by Doris O'Conner

Today I would like to welcome fellow Evernight naughty author Doris O'Conner to celebrate her new release Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed - Natasha. I have read the first one in this series, (which you can get for free from Evernight Publishing) and let me tell you, it's hot enough to melt the screen off my ereader! So enjoy, my lovelies!



When I wrote the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed I thought to myself, "Hmm, this would make a good series." However, busy with other things I shelved that idea for the time being, until I woke up one morning with my heroine for this story in my head.
Natasha literally stumbled into my head in much the same way as she stumbles into the hotel foyer. Slightly—scratch that—extremely nervous at meeting this Mr. SG, she also knows that she needs to do something to feel like a woman. Reconstructive surgery has left her with scars inside and out, and at least with him, she knows he won't run away screaming, when he sees them—right?

As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort?

I leave you with a hot little excerpt…

Blurb:

Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort. Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less. When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?

Excerpt:

"I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely."

The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.

Something haunting he'd said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin's Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then.

When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.

He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG's face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG's cock. Slick from Jonas's mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG's thigh and grasped the other man's heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG's groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn't drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG's huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs.

Who'd have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh.

"Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. "

Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG's cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man's hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas's throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn't push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn't.

So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.

By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again.

Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric.

"Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don't you? And as you've been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue." He patted Jonas's head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission.

Natasha couldn't tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down hard on hers and she forgot to think altogether. He tasted just as she imagined he would, raw, masculine, earthy, with just a hint of Jonas's scent still clinging to his firm lips. He shifted, and another set of hands spread her thighs wide, before an extremely skillful tongue delved into her channel, and she screamed into the kiss SG gave her.

He broke the kiss and smiled at her, the warm approval in his eyes her undoing.

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Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed—Natasha releases March 13th through Evernight Publishing

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Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not. There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps. She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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