tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79966652988104973772024-02-19T07:50:42.895-08:00Chrissie Lee - After Dark...Author Christle Gray's naughty alter ego comes out to play...Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-79459132009851841592018-04-12T10:18:00.000-07:002018-04-12T10:18:33.125-07:00New Release!Been busy getting new stories out! I have one to share! Cover art by the talented Zei Llamas at Zeicovers!<br />
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Ever since the death of her grandmother, Eva Kardos has been plagued by dreams. Erotic dreams that send her running to strange men's beds in order to douse the fire that burns deeply inside her, constantly demanding to be sated. When a conquest turns sour, Eva finds herself confronted by the two men starring in those dreams. They weave a fantastic tale of magic, vampires, and desire that has her questioning her entire life.<br />
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Is she truly their salvation? Or is she the one that needs saving?<br />
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Either way, the fire must be quenched before it consumes everything.<br />
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And her life will never be the same.<br />
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Available now at <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Blood-Song-Chrissie-Lee-ebook/dp/B07BZYS9P8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1523552642&sr=8-1&keywords=chrissie+lee">Amazon!</a>Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-79547210475788335872018-02-12T14:03:00.000-08:002018-02-12T14:03:37.547-08:00Its Been Awhile...Been WAY too long since I've posted anything, but here I am! I actually did NOT fall off the face of the earth. Just wanted to pop in and leave some new cover art. Details to follow...<br />
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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. <br />
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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* <br />
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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. <br />
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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!)<br />
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Blurb: <br />
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. <br />
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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.<br />
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Can Jett convince her it’s a once in a lifetime love?<br />
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<a href="http://www.e4.com/misfits/">Misfits</a> <br />
<a href="http://www.cwtv.com/shows/supernatural">Supernatural</a> <br />
<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006q2x0">Dr. Who</a> <br />
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Author Bio: <br />
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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.<br />
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You can find Shyla at the following places:<br />
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Website: www.shylacolt.com<br />
Twitter: @shylacolt<br />
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/authorshyla.colt<br />
Blog: Www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com<br />
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Buy Links:<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mistaken-Identity-ebook/dp/B00CTSNUCG/ref=sr_1_8?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1368810136&sr=1-8&keywords=Shyla+Colt">Amazon</a> <br />
<a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/mistaken-identity-by-shyla-colt/">Evernight</a> <br />
<a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mistakenidentity-1209743-149.html">AllRomance </a><br />
Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-62563931699574236122013-05-13T05:00:00.000-07:002013-05-13T05:00:06.588-07:00A Beautiful Lie by Tyler RobbinsToday I'm sharing a new m/m release from Tyler Robbins called <i>A Beautiful Lie</i>. Enjoy!<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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Will they be accepted in their small Texas town, or will secrets, lies, and the threat of tragedy destroy everything?<br />
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<i>Some small towns just aren’t meant to hold big secrets.</i><br />
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<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
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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.”<br />
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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.<br />
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Trip tightened his grip, savoring the feel of Jesse’s skin touching his. Was he imagining it?<br />
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Jesse slowly lifted his chin as his green eyes, darkening by the second, settled on Trip.<br />
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Trip’s heart raced, and his hardening c**k pressed against the zipper of his jeans. Was this really happening? <br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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The night went silent the instant Jesse’s soft lips grazed Trip’s.<br />
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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. <br />
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Trip gasped when Jesse’s wandering hand discovered his erection through his jeans. “F**k.” <br />
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Hot air poured over Trip’s neck as Jesse’s kisses blanketed his throat. <br />
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“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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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. <i>Please let this be real.</i><br />
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<b>Buy Links:</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-beautiful-lie-by-tyler-robbins/">Evernight</a> <br />
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<a href="http://">Amazon</a> <br />
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<a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-abeautifullie-1186614-145.html">All Romance eBooks</a><br />
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<b>Tyler’s Links:</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.tylerrobbins.org">Blog</a> <br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/robin.badillo">Facebook</a> <br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/author.tyler.robbins">FB Author Page</a> <br />
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<a href="https://twitter.com/Robin_Badillo">Twitter</a> <br />
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Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-31913225420495461072013-05-01T05:00:00.000-07:002013-05-01T05:00:08.087-07:00Storm Season by Nicola CameronToday I welcome Nicola Cameron, with her latest release, <i>Storm Season</i>.<br />
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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...<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
No pressure.<br />
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<b>BUY LINKS:</b><br />
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• <a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/storm-season-by-nicola-cameron/">Evernight</a><br />
• <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-stormseason-1173521-140.html">ARe</a><br />
• <a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/storm-season-mmm">Bookstrand</a><br />
• <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Storm-Season-Olympic-Cove-ebook/dp/B00CIZQPRC">Amazon</a><br />
• <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Storm-Season-Olympic-Cove-ebook/dp/B00CIZQPRC">Amazon.co.uk</a><br />
• <a href="http://www.rainbowebooks.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=10742">Rainbow eBooks</a><br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJWzet_XDlE&feature=youtu.be">BOOK TRAILER</a><br />
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“So … you just waited for me? All this time?”<br />
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“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.”<br />
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“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.”<br />
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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.<br />
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“Every night,” Aphros said. “You have no idea how you tormented us with your skin, the sounds you made.”<br />
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“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.”<br />
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“Like ours,” Aphros said.<br />
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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.<br />
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“Gods, actually,” Aphros said, lifting his mouth from Ian’s neck for a moment. “Well, demigods, but still.”<br />
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“Aph, shut up,” Bythos said, sliding a broad, warm palm around Ian’s jaw and pulling him closer. “We have better things to do.”<br />
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<b>BIO</b><br />
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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.<br />
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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...). <br />
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• Website /Blog: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com <br />
• Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/nicolacameronwrites<br />
• Twitter: https://twitter.com/YesItsNicolaC<br />
• Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/nicola-cameron/<br />
• Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6623791.Nicola_Cameron<br />
• Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/nicola-cameron<br />
• Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00AIE4RAC<br />
• All Romance EBooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Nicola+Cameron<br />
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Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-85127954552359230912013-04-08T05:00:00.000-07:002013-04-08T05:00:11.959-07:00Author Spotlight - Michaela RhuaToday I am excited to shine the spotlight on a wonderful fellow author, Michaela Rhua, and her new anthology releate with Breathless Press, <i>The Enforcers: The Blood Bar Chronicles, Book 3</i>.<br />
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Take it away, Michaela!<br />
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Thank you for letting me visit you blog. I really appreciate your support.<br />
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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.<br />
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Here is the tag line for the anthology.<br />
The Enforcers: The Blood Bar Chronicles, Book 3.<br />
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…<br />
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My story is called Logan's Captive.<br />
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<b>Blurb:</b><br />
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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.<br />
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.<br />
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<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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"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.<br />
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"Kyla, listen to me. We need to talk." His voice was insistent.<br />
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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.<br />
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"Oh God, you're killing me here!" Logan growled.<br />
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"Am I?" Kyla spoke through a drunken haze. <br />
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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.<br />
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"Logan, kiss me, touch me, please," Kyla begged as she rose onto her knees.<br />
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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. <br />
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I hope you like the sound of that. Here are the buy links and more about me below.<br />
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<b>Michaela Rhua</b><br />
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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!<br />
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.<br />
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Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-62266008422292959852013-04-05T05:00:00.000-07:002013-04-05T05:00:17.441-07:00His Guardian Witch by Angelina RainToday I'd like to welcome another fabulous author to my blog, Angelina Rain, talking about her newest release, <i>His Guardian Witch!</i><br />
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Is love stronger than magic?<br />
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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.<br />
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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?<br />
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<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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She gulped, gasped, and opened her eyes.<br />
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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. <br />
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"I think your thoughts were similar to mine."<br />
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She didn't reply to Daniel's statement. Instead, Morgan tried to stand. Her knees grew weak as she rose to her feet. <br />
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Daniel stood, too. "You can't deny you were thinking about it, too."<br />
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"I wasn't denying anything." <br />
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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."<br />
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"You don't have a bed. It was stolen."<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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"Is this supposed to happen?"<br />
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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."<br />
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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?"<br />
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"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.<br />
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"I'm guessing something is wrong."<br />
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"Very wrong."<br />
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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. <br />
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"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?"<br />
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"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." <br />
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Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-49995617851495040232013-03-18T04:00:00.000-07:002013-03-18T04:00:01.473-07:00Vixen Healed by Shyla ColtToday I'd like to welcome another fabulous fellow Evernight author, Shyla Colt, with her new release <i>Vixen Healed</i>.<br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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<b>Blurb:</b> <br />
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<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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?</div><br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
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<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“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.”</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“You saw me at my lowest.”</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“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.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“I like what I see, Kelly Quinn.”</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“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.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">Her Hershey kiss nipples strained against the material.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“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.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“Mmmh, your underwear is soaked. Will your pussy be even wetter?”</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“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.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">He slipped a finger inside her panties and watched her lush lips part as he stroked her sodden lips.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“Well?” Her cheeky bravado made him chuckle.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“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.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“It’s been a while.”</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“How long is a while?”</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“Eight years.” The words were so low he barely made them out. He paused mid-stroke.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“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.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“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.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“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.</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“Are you ready for me, Claire?”</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">“God, yes.”</div> <br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
Coming March 15th to <a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com">Evernight Publishing</a><br />
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<b>You can find Shyla on the web in the following places:</b><br />
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=tn_tnmn#!/authorshyla.colt?fref=ts">Facebook</a> <br />
<a href="http://www.twitter.com/shylacolt">Twitter</a><br />
<a href="http://www.shylacolt.com">Website</a> <br />
<a href="http://www.shylacoltsstraightshot.wordpress.com">Blog</a> Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-41969233525702698162013-03-15T04:00:00.000-07:002013-03-15T04:00:00.919-07:00Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed - Natasha by Doris O'ConnerToday I would like to welcome fellow Evernight naughty author Doris O'Conner to celebrate her new release <i>Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed - Natasha</i>. 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!<br />
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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.<br />
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?<br />
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As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort? <br />
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I leave you with a hot little excerpt…<br />
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<b>Blurb:</b><br />
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<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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. <br />
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?</div><br />
<b>Excerpt:</b><br />
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<div style="text-indent: 1em;">"I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely."</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">"Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. "</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">"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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
<div style="text-indent: 1em;">He broke the kiss and smiled at her, the warm approval in his eyes her undoing.</div><br />
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<b>Author Bio:</b><br />
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<div style="text-indent: 1em;">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.</div><br />
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<a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/doris-oconnor">BookStrand</a> Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-29297752098540467592012-12-12T11:11:00.000-08:002012-12-12T11:11:40.162-08:00No Leg To Stand OnWell.<br />
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It's been awhile since I've posted. And for good reason, let me tell you.<br />
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While driving home from work on October 11, 2012, I was in a serious car accident. A young guy who had just bought a car failed to yield on one of the busiest streets in Lexington, plowed into me, sending me into yet another car.<br />
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I've been in a few car accidents in my life, each and every one no fault of mine, but this one was the worst by far. I immediately knew something was wrong with my right foot, and when I looked down after the smoke cleared, my foot was twisted and almost beside my ankle.<br />
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Needless to say, I was alarmed.<br />
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An ambulance took me to the nearest hospital and the docs confirmed that my ankle was shattered. What has followed since has been two surgeries, metal plates in my foot, splints, and casts. And right before Thanksgiving, my Grandfather passed away. Because of my foot, I was unable to make the trip to attend the funeral. I'm just now to the point where I will be starting physical therapy, and the surgeon says that I might get to try and walk again near the end of January.<br />
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It's been a challenge for me not being able to walk and do things myself. My life has been turned upside down and inside out. I haven't been able to work my day job, which is what pays my bills. The pain has been a challenge to deal with, and the pain meds typically left me sleepy and/or loopy. So writing hasn't really been an option either. I'm just now getting to the point where I can focus enough to possibly write and do crafts. <br />
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So that's what's been going on in my life. I'm hoping now I am on my way to reclaim what I once had, and possibly even make it better. Because as bad as it was and is, I know that it could have been worse.Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-63155351612444065812012-10-08T01:00:00.000-07:002012-10-08T01:00:08.741-07:00Evernight Publishing Birthday Blog Hop!<b>Welcome to the Evernight Publishing Birthday Blog Hop! </b><br />
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Evernight Publishing opened its doors two years ago. In those two years we've signed over one hundred and sixty authors and published over three hundred books. From paranormal to contemporary, we’ve had more best sellers than we can count and made thousands of people smile, sigh and gasp. So, as a thank you to all our readers and everyone who has supported us, we’re holding this blog hop and we have a whole lot of prizes to offer you! <br />
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Here's how it works... the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each author on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering the following grand prizes: a Kindle, a $100 Amazon gift certificate, two Evernight swag bags (which includes a tote, a tee, vouchers, a mug and other coolness) and a personalized Facebook banner. To be in with a chance of winning the author prize simply follow the blog you're visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning a grand prize! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight <a href="http://www.facebook.com/evernightpublishing">Facebook Page</a>. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you've done so. <br />
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When my first publisher closed its doors at the end of 2011, I was devastated. I didn't know in what direction my writing career should go, and I'd lost the people I depended on to help me. Another author friend found Evernight and directed me there. Not expecting anything, I sent a story that had been in limbo with this other publisher, which also happened to be my first foray into the m/m genre. To my pleasure and surprise, my story was accepted and I was ushered into the fold of Evernight Authors with open arms. My little novella has been a bestseller at multiple sites, and I've also been published in my first anthology with Evernight. I'm so very excited to have found a publisher that feels like home, that's willing to really participate in each author's growth, as well as continually produce first rate books with amazing covers. To celebrate, I'm offering up a free copy of both of my current EP releases <i>(The Color of Hunger and Lover, Unexpected)</i> to one lucky commenter/follower. Leave a comment with your email address to enter my giveaway, as well as the huge Grand Prize at the end of the hop. Become a follower of my blog for an additional entry for my two free books as well. Just let me know in your comment that you followed, too! Winner will be chosen at the end of all the festivities and notified via the email address given.<br />
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Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-2726430389475466062012-10-04T05:00:00.000-07:002012-10-04T18:28:17.710-07:00A Lotus for the Regent by Adonis DevereuxToday it's my pleasure to host the spectacular writing duo collectively known as Adonis Devereux as they share their newest release from Evernight Publishing!<br />
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One more thing: if you haven't read book one, The Soldier's Lotus, yet, don't worry! It's only 99 cents at Amazon now for a limited time (I hope it's still on sale there!). This is your perfect opportunity to begin your adventures in our fantasy world of Gilalion!<br />
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<b>The Lotus Trilogy, 2<br />
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<b><i>Six years ago, Kamen Itenu was made the Regent of the Sunjaa nation, ruling for a boy-king, and thus became the most powerful man in all the west. But Kamen is not just the Regent. He is also a man who has lost his first love, and he has never expected his heart to kindle again.<br />
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Ajalira is a woman trapped, one who, for honor's sake, sold herself to the Red Lotus Guild to be made into a courtesan and assassin. When war sends the Regent to the Guild, Ajalira's honor kindles Kamen's broken heart, but can even the love of the Regent protect Ajalira from her past? The war threatens to tear them apart, and Ajalira must choose between her past and her love, while her honor, more precious than her life, hangs in the balance.</i></b><br />
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<i>Be Warned: Multiple partners, BDSM, erotic asphyxiation, anal sex, orgies, violence.</i><br />
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“So, Lord Itenu has set his heart on the fair Ausir,” Darien said, smiling as he took long strides across the room towards them.<br />
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Kamen flashed Ajalira a grin and rose, embracing Darien by the forearm. “Ajalira, and she is to be my sole concubine.”<br />
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Darien's eyebrows shot up. “Indeed?”<br />
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The slave hurried into the room.<br />
“Let it be written,” Kamen said.<br />
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Darien snapped his fingers, and the slave laid out everything on a nearby table. “Let it be done.” Darien drafted the document.<br />
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Kamen returned to Ajalira's side. “What is your family name?”<br />
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“Zomalin.”<br />
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Kamen did not know that name. “I'm going to sign the parchment, and then you will be mine. No law of gods or men can sunder us then.”<br />
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Ajalira reached up and touched Kamen's arm, running her fingers down over his bicep and across his abdomen. She sat up perfectly straight and leaned forward. Her every move was a confession of her desire for him.<br />
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Kamen looked over the document, and it read just as he wanted it to: that Ajalira would become his concubine, that she alone would hold that title, and that Kamen would take no wife to supplant her. Kamen filled in Ajalira's full name and then signed it with his own. Darien stood and hugged Kamen, picking him up off the floor in a bear hug. Ajalira laughed.<br />
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“Congratulations, old friend,” Darien said, setting Kamen down with a jolt.<br />
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Kamen took a deep breath. “Thanks.” He walked back over to Ajalira, took her by the hands, and raised her to her feet. “I must take you now in the presence of the Lord Admiral. He must bear witness to the coupling, and then he will sign and leave.”<br />
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Ajalira nodded. Apparently she already knew this, but when she glanced at Darien, Kamen detected some measure of embarrassment in her expression. He resolved then to make it a token penetration. He would not fuck her in front of Darien the way Darien had fucked Saerileth in front of him. When he finished, he wanted to be alone with Ajalira.<br />
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Kamen laid Ajalira down on the bed and pushed her skirts up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy. His cock twitched as blood rushed through it, making it as hard as any spear. He pulled her knees up, took off his own skirt, and knelt between her legs. Ajalira looked down at Kamen's cock as he ran his hand down its length. She was already wet, so this would be quick.<br />
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“I cannot give you my virginal blood,” Ajalira whispered, her face a mask of shame.<br />
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“Don't think that way, my love.” Kamen leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “I know you were a Lotus, but that's all behind you now. As for my part, I hold your honor intact.”<br />
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Ajalira nodded, once again tears coming to her eyes.<br />
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Kamen shifted forward and laid the head of his long cock against her pussy lips. He flicked his penis up and down twice to wet it, and then he slipped the head inside her. Ajalira licked her tightly drawn lips and moaned. Kamen held his cock there, and though every instinct told him to drive himself all the way in, he resisted the temptation. That was for her alone. Besides, he had other plans first, plans of bringing out the sex kitten he knew was inside her.<br />
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Kamen turned back to look at Darien, and the Lord Admiral nodded. He signed the document, rolled it up, and took it away. Once he was gone from the room, Kamen removed himself from Ajalira and stood up.<br />
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“What's wrong?” Ajalira asked.<br />
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Kamen reached down and scooped her into his arms. “Nothing. Now we can get started.” He stood her in the middle of the room, right in front of the four-poster bed, and paced before her.<br />
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“Is everything all right?” Ajalira tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.<br />
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Kamen stopped, turned, and grabbed the collar of her dress. He ripped it down the front, tearing the entire garment in half. Ajalira gasped but did not retreat. She laid her forearms across her naked breasts, which heaved in excitement, and rubbed her thighs together. Kamen yanked away the torn dress and ripped it again in half down the middle, dividing it into two halves. Ajalira craned her neck to watch him, but he only let a sly smile hint at his plans for her. He took her arm and raised it, holding it against one post of the bed.<br />
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“What are you doing?” Ajalira asked.<br />
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Kamen wrapped one piece of the dress around her wrist, tying it to the bedpost. He then did the same thing with the other wrist, and when he looked at Ajalira again, he saw wonder dancing in her eyes. She knew what was coming, and she loved it.<br />
But she did not know—not quite. Kamen doubted any Lotus trainer was as good as he. Besides, they were all Zenji. Their cocks were not as big as Sunjaa's.<br />
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Kamen's erect, black penis bounced before him as he walked in front of Ajalira. “You shall forget every lover you've had before me. You shall come for this cock alone.” Kamen stopped in front of her and stroked his penis, and as Ajalira watched him, she squirmed and whined. “Oh, you want this?”<br />
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Ajalira nodded vigorously.<br />
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“Not yet.”<br />
Ajalira whimpered again.<br />
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“Yours is the last pussy I'll ever have.” Kamen knelt before her and tapped on the insides of her knees, spreading her legs apart.<br />
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Where to get your copy of A Lotus for the Regent!<br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lotus-Regent-The-Trilogy-ebook/dp/B009CCT5IK">Amazon</a><br />
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Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-44911490069312583242012-08-11T07:34:00.000-07:002012-08-11T07:34:04.718-07:00New Release!It's here! My first anthology has been released by Evernight Publishing! I'm so excited and proud to be involved in this m/m anthology about friends turning into lovers. Included is my story, Jay's Addiction, about two best friends struggling with the pain of drug addiction and acceptance, while searching for love. Enjoy!<br />
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Best friends make the best lovers? Indeed they do. There’s nothing more exciting than discovering that the person you already share everything with is the one you want sharing your bed.<br />
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Join us for ten tales of sexy and decadent discoveries as these gloriously hot men find all the love, lust and orgasmic delight they could ever want—closer than they expected.</i><br />
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<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lover-Unexpected-Manlove-Edition-ebook/dp/B008V47VYK/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1344695408&sr=1-2">Amazon</a><br />
<a href="http://www.bookstrand.com/lover-unexpected-manlove-edition">Bookstrand</a><br />
<a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-loverunexpectedmanloveedition-907119-145.html">All Romance eBooks</a>Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-23607692216249678662012-07-20T04:00:00.000-07:002012-07-20T04:00:17.732-07:00Hero, by K. WilliamsToday it's my pleasure to feature another talented Evernight Publishing author, K. Williams, with her release, <i>Hero</i>!<br />
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Aaron is a soldier preparing to deploy for the first time. During the process, he meets Oliver. There is an instant connection. The entire time that Aaron is overseas, the two continue to think of each other and wonder what could have been. <br />
Upon Aaron’s return, fate brings the two together again. Lust ignites a beautiful love. However, in the Army change is bound to happen and relationships are put to the test. Hero follows the story of a brave couple facing the challenges of a military relationship.<br />
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<i>Excerpt:</i> <br />
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“Do I get a chance for a second date?” Aaron asked.<br />
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Oliver gripped the handle of the driver’s side door of his silver Prius. “Yeah, I’d like that.”<br />
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Oliver became suddenly aware of how close Aaron was to him. The tall soldier put his hand on Oliver’s hip. “I’m glad,” he said. His voice, eyes, his whole demeanor was seductive.<br />
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Oliver didn’t feel like he could breathe. He could feel the heat coming from the man. He wanted Aaron to kiss him. “You…you could kiss me,” he whispered, surprising himself.<br />
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Aaron smiled and gently caressed Oliver’s cheek. Oliver felt himself getting lightheaded as those full lips approached his. When they kissed, Oliver’s knees went weak. His lips parted and Aaron’s tongue gently probed into his mouth. Being in Aaron’s arms was everything Oliver had imagined it would be. He was sure that if Aaron asked, he would do anything the soldier wanted right there in the parking lot.<br />
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Aaron pulled away from the kiss and Oliver followed, stumbling forward into Aaron’s arms. Oliver could feel himself blushing. He finally regained the ability to stand on his own and stumbled back against his car door.<br />
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“You’re damn cute,” Aaron said. He kissed Oliver’s forehead. “Can I get your number?”<br />
Oliver rattled off the digits, still feeling a bit lightheaded<br />
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Aaron smiled. “You have a good night, sweetheart.”<br />
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Aaron kept the mental image of Oliver after their first kiss in his mind as he settled down to sleep. For the first time since returning home, he slept with no nightmares.<br />
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He felt invigorated the next morning and got in an excellent work out. He was feeling so good that he called his mother. He knew she’d been worrying about him after the week he’d spent visiting on leave. He hoped that she felt better after their conversation. Aaron didn’t want his mother to worry. He didn’t mention Oliver to her yet, feeling it was too soon for that. When he hung up the phone, he was confident that his mom would be reassured.<br />
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Aaron took advantage of his good mood and started to run errands. He got his hair cut and went grocery shopping for the first time since getting back. He watched the clock. He didn’t want to call Oliver while the young man was at work and he also didn’t want to appear desperate. He decided that sometime in the evening would be best. It was hard not to stare at his watch as the minutes ticked by. Aaron was anxious to set up another date. His mind was glued on the little moments from the night before, like how his skin tingled when their fingers brushed over the chips and salsa and how Oliver had blushed at that every time, even when it became clear Aaron was doing it on purpose. There was something in Oliver’s eyes and the way he smiled that made Aaron feel like a human being again, instead of just some pawn in a war that was bigger than him.<br />
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Oliver spent the entire day wondering if Aaron would actually call. After getting off work, he turned the ringer on his cell phone all the way up, just so he wouldn’t miss the call. Around six, he got a little nervous. He felt a bit foolish, waiting for the call like he was. Aaron hadn’t specified that he would be calling today. Oliver knew he shouldn’t get all worked up. <br />
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He couldn’t figure out what it was Aaron saw in him. The man was undeniably gorgeous and yet had ignored the advances of the man at the next table to the point that Oliver wondered if Aaron had noticed it at all. Aaron had a way of making Oliver feel comfortable, which was no easy task. Then, there was that wonderful kiss that had absolutely swept Oliver away. He had to admit, he’d had his head in the clouds ever since, but it was time to come down. Oliver didn’t think the call would be coming.<br />
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Just when he was about to give up, his phone rang.<br />
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<br />Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-9938050178440393012012-07-14T07:03:00.000-07:002012-07-14T07:03:55.483-07:00Love in the Land of FireToday I'm happy to feature a fellow Evernight Publishing author, Rebecca Brochu, with her new m/m release - Love in the Land of Fire!<br />
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<i>Blurb: <br />
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In a world where one is either the ruler or the ruled Enforcer Josiah Marx, a dominate who’s almost given up on finding a partner, takes a case and finds himself drawn to Rafe Zweil, a submissive with a complicated past. Can the two overcome all the obstacles that stand before them and between them to find love in the Land of Fire?</i><br />
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Excerpt:<br />
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“Shit!” Josiah immediately holsters his gun, wraps one hand around Rafe’s shoulder and spins him around until they’re face to face. Anger flares through him, anger at himself for not recognizing the other male sooner, anger at Rafe for not being where he was supposed to be in the first place. It all comes spilling out of him before he can think twice about it.<br />
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“What in the fuck were you doing? What in the hell possessed you to leave the apartment? I’ve seen your test scores, Zweil, so you’ve got no excuse for acting like a fucking idiot!”<br />
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Josiah shakes Rafe hard once before letting go of the submissive as if burned. Raking a hand through his blond hair he stalks towards the nearest switch and turns the dial all the way up until the apartment is flooded with light. In the now bright room he can see Rafe’s face clearly, can see an anger that matches his own rising up in the man, which is at odds with the mostly meek behavior he’s shown to Josiah since they’ve been together.<br />
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“I wasn’t aware that I was a prisoner, Marx, or that you’re apparently my warden. Although I suppose that was a foolish assumption to make. After all a cage is still a cage even if the bars are pretty this time around.”<br />
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“Damn it all to hell, Rafe, that’s not what I meant and you fucking know it!”<br />
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“Are you sure about that, Josiah? Do you really not want to keep me locked away, hidden from the outside world like every-fucking-body else seems to?”<br />
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Josiah has no control over himself as he lunges forward, buries one hand in Rafe’s silky hair and yanks the submissive forward. Their lips meet harshly, all teeth and no finesse and Josiah runs his tongue roughly along the seam of Rafe’s mouth, a pleased growl rumbling in his chest when the he opens for him. Josiah sweeps inside, his tongue tangling hotly with Rafe’s even as he begins to crowd the submissive against the nearest wall.<br />
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They fit together perfectly, the long lean plains of Rafe’s body slotting into the more thickly muscled valleys of Josiah’s as if they’d been carved from the same single piece of stone, broken and divided and only now reunited. Josiah groans low in his throat at the feel of Rafe pressed against him and his cock hardens instantly at the combined sensations of touch and taste. Rafe echoes his groan and the sound of pleasure from the submissive doubles Josiah’s arousal, making him helpless to do anything but press closer, driving their bodies together and Rafe further against the wall.<br />
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Their tongues slide against and around each other, spit slick and eager to taste, to consume one another. Josiah knew it would be like this, knew it would be perfect and all-consuming the moment he laid eyes on Rafe. His hand loosens its tight grip in Rafe’s hair and slides slowly through the cool, thick locks to curl firmly around the back of the submissive’s neck, unable to control the impulse to completely dominate the other male. Rafe breaks the kiss, gasping for air and moaning openly as his head tips back, pressing deeper into the grip on his neck and exposing his throat and collar to Josiah’s hungry gaze. <br />
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It’s an instinctual move, the desire to show off for a dominant, the urge to entice a fitting and worthy partner with his unclaimed status, and the sight of it has Josiah practically snarling in victory. Rafe wants him as well, wants to be claimed on some level as much as Josiah wants to be the one doing the claiming. If he didn’t, if their desires didn’t match to some degree, Rafe would not respond so beautifully, would not be showing off his collar and trying to entice Josiah into claiming him.<br />
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His hand tightens slightly, as his head dips down until he can taste Rafe’s neck, can rack teeth and tongue across the tempting expanse, and suck tiny bruises into the vulnerable skin. He runs his tongue across the smooth surface of the collar, tongue flirting with the inlaid rubies and dragging lightly across the sensitive area where silver meets skin. Rafe bucks against him and Josiah tightens his hand in reprimand, pleased and aroused when he can actually feel Rafe’s knees weaken at the silent command even as the submissive obeys and stills.<br />
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Josiah pulls himself away from the mesmerizing taste and feel of Rafe, dragging his lips and tongue up across the exposed side of his neck so that he can whisper hotly in the submissive’s ear.<br />
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“Such a good boy, Rafe, such a sweet, beautiful boy. You were made to be ruled, made for me to own.”<br />
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He claims Rafe’s mouth in another searing kiss, reveling in the breathless gasp and shaky moan it prompts.<br />
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“You’ll be so pretty for me, won’t you? So sweet and delicious when I have you begging, wanting what only I can give you. I can’t wait to have you bare and spread open before me.”<br />
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Rafe shudders, a full body tremor that Josiah can feel perfectly, and it goes straight to his cock. He urges Rafe’s arms above his head with his free hand before grasping them both tightly and pinning them back against the wall. He feels Rafe go still against him, the tiny, almost unnoticed rocking of his hips stopping abruptly, but it doesn’t really register with him, doesn’t penetrate the fog of lust and need that’s slowly taking him over.<br />
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“P-Please, Josiah.” <br />
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The plea comes out quietly, almost too quietly, and when Josiah hears it he takes it as a plea for more, more touch, more sensation. Just more. So he rocks his body against Rafe’s again as he mouths at the sensitive skin behind his ear. He loves the feel of his cock rubbing against the submissive’s, even muted as it is by the multiple layers of leather and cloth. It’s a heady feeling, something he wants more of even though it’s enough to drive him mad. He wants Rafe bare, wants to feel all of that silky skin against his own as he takes the other man down and apart.<br />
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“Oh the things I’ll make you do. I’ll make you love me and what I can give you.”<br />
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Find Rebecca online!<br />
<a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rebecca-brochu/">Evernight Publisher</a><br />
<a href="http://rbrochu.blogspot.com/">Blog</a><br />
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B008DMDK5E">Amazon</a><br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/AuthorRebeccaBrochu">Facebook</a><br />
<a href="https://twitter.com/#!/RayShippou">Twitter</a><br />
<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5159900.Rebecca_Brochu">Goodreads</a>Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-88451663114267287832012-06-27T13:01:00.000-07:002012-06-27T13:01:32.743-07:00News, News, News!Feels like it's been <i>ages</i> since I posted. <br />
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(OK, OK, it <i>has</i> been awhile. I suck.)<br />
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Been busy as ever with the day job. Eats up more and more of my time these days. But I did manage to squeak out a little m/m short story for an Evernight Publishing Anthology, which was accepted. So, Hell's Yeah!<br />
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Jay's Addiction will be in the Lover, Unexpected Anthology, Manlove Edition, due out this August.<br />
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I even have sexy new cover art to share!<br />
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Best friends make the best lovers? Indeed they do. There’s nothing more exciting than discovering that the person you already share everything with is the one you want sharing your bed.<br />
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Join us for ten tales of sexy and decadent discoveries as these gloriously hot men find all the love, lust and orgasmic delight they could ever want—closer than they expected.<br />
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I'm waiting to dive into edits, and so excited to be a part of this anthology! Such great author company I'm in!<br />
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Will share more when I can!<br />
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ChristleChristle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-60451421587708237162012-04-10T09:00:00.000-07:002012-04-10T09:00:07.558-07:00New Release!It's here! My first m/m release, courtesy of Evernight Publishing!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESQdFluqUswpJvahQCJ_eT8VV40f1mx00ADFSGkx-jHDcVO854lHSFloAfh6qfr7mkgE2_Tr5SlldgRP5PQWiEQfjs0ydC1iEE-eNWos-Mr-ImncnD5a59JDts4QvCrHvzjuaxa7JFOw/s1600/TCOH-M.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESQdFluqUswpJvahQCJ_eT8VV40f1mx00ADFSGkx-jHDcVO854lHSFloAfh6qfr7mkgE2_Tr5SlldgRP5PQWiEQfjs0ydC1iEE-eNWos-Mr-ImncnD5a59JDts4QvCrHvzjuaxa7JFOw/s320/TCOH-M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729575806941576946" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Burb:</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Aleyin Hartwick hasn’t had it easy. Not just because he’s gay. Or that his family is flamboyantly and openly Wiccan. He’s an empath. Aleyin can sense people’s emotions and even see the strong ones as colorful auras. Makes fitting in all but impossible, and all he wants to do is escape. <br /><br />Finally breaking free from his new age family, Aleyin encounters a man at a local night club that pulses with a mixture of colors and emotions that leave him breathless, confused, and extremely aroused, effectively turning his quest for a normal life upside down. <br /><br />Will the approaching spring equinox bring the new beginning Aleyin’s been searching for? Or question everything he’s ever believed instead?<br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Excerpt:</span><br /> <br>As my gaze touched the far corner of the room, I caught a brief glimpse of color, a deep blue tinged with burgundy that I’d never seen before. The aura was larger than others I’d seen, and it pulsed in a steady rhythm that matched the loud music in the club. Confused but interested, I sat up straighter on the bar stool, and squinted my eyes to see better through the poorly lit interior. A slender woman moved aside and revealed a decidedly male outline under the indigo halo.</br><br /> <br>Breath stalled in my chest as my gaze roved over his silhouette. He was tall, even taller than my six feet. He leaned casually against the wall, the black t-shirt showing every carved line of muscle on his chest. His dark jeans appeared painted on. Not even a breath would fit between him and the fabric. Raven colored hair was pulled back from his face in a ponytail, which accentuated his sharp cheekbones and aquiline nose. His face was in shadow, so I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were. Longing for that information made me lean forward a little.</br><br /> <br>The indigo cloud around his head pulsated as his gaze roved over the people on the dance floor. He almost looked bored, but understated tension still oozed from his seemingly casual stance. I licked my suddenly dry lips and slowly eased back my mental block as I focused on the hot stranger. His color intrigued me, and I wanted to know what it was he was feeling.</br><br /> <br>I was unprepared for the hard slap of sensation that hit me. A need so intense it made my eyes sting filled every part of me with white fire. The fire moved within me, almost alive in the way it writhed inside, sending wave after wave of desire to every nerve ending I had. My cock jerked inside my jeans, suddenly engorged and pushing against the zipper painfully. My heart rate doubled, and the air in the bar thickened until it was difficult to breathe. I gasped and stifled a moan.</br><br /><br>Across the room, the stranger’s head snapped up, and he straightened, all ease gone from his stature. He lifted his chin, nostrils flared in my direction. The dark blue hovering around him deepened to a more purple color, the shade of burgundy still tingeing the edges. Now out of shadow, I could see that his eyes were ebony, and his gaze locked with mine as he scented the air again.</br><br /> <br>Another wave of emotion washed over me, and I shuddered. I rubbed my throbbing cock through the denim of my pants, unable to control the feelings hitting me in their relentless assault on my senses. I closed my eyes and imagined it was his hand running over my sensitive flesh.</br><br /><br />Available from <a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-color-of-hunger-by-chrissie-lee/">Evernight Publishing</a>!Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-69454696478349862792012-03-25T06:05:00.003-07:002012-03-25T06:14:29.857-07:00Six Sentence Sunday - The Color of Hunger<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0TyTnpkIwGdF6mzeiPBFyKomIbBz_-ho3FeBBe-sW08GrqBlxerXbY8a2GJZmKBxM8i1vMofgFSxQ5KnIAHQf1X8d4t7Buu9Eo4jjaHKQA0gczuXClOWw_8s3eRnRVCbBZ79_FuxEZGg/s1600/TCOH-M.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0TyTnpkIwGdF6mzeiPBFyKomIbBz_-ho3FeBBe-sW08GrqBlxerXbY8a2GJZmKBxM8i1vMofgFSxQ5KnIAHQf1X8d4t7Buu9Eo4jjaHKQA0gczuXClOWw_8s3eRnRVCbBZ79_FuxEZGg/s320/TCOH-M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723820484992303538" /></a><br />It's my first Six Sentence Sunday post! Up today, my upcoming erotic m/m release from Evernight Publishing, called <span style="font-style:italic;">The Color of Hunger.<br /></span><br />Blurb:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"> Aleyin Hartwick hasn’t had it easy. Not just because he’s gay. Or that his family is flamboyantly and openly Wiccan. He’s an empath. Aleyin can sense people’s emotions and even see the strong ones as colorful auras. Makes fitting in all but impossible, and all he wants to do is escape. Finally breaking free from his new age family, Aleyin encounters a man at a local night club that pulses with a mixture of colors and emotions that leave him breathless, confused, and extremely aroused, effectively turning his quest for a normal life upside down. Will the approaching spring equinox bring the new beginning Aleyin’s been searching for? Or question everything he’s ever believed instead?</span><br /><br /><br />Six Sentence Excerpt:<br /> <br /> I was unprepared for the hard slap of sensation that hit me. A need so intense it made my eyes sting filled every part of me with white fire. The fire moved within me, almost alive in the way it writhed inside, sending wave after wave of desire to every nerve ending I had. My cock jerked inside my jeans, suddenly engorged and pushing against the zipper painfully. My heart rate doubled, and the air in the bar thickened until it was difficult to breathe. I gasped and stifled a moan.Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-42384456849957982712012-03-21T16:44:00.005-07:002012-03-21T16:50:07.236-07:00Cover Art!Got my first round of edits for my HOT m/m story coming soon from Evernight Publishing, and then got my AMAZING cover art! Had to share the Hunk-A-Palooza!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJjVbUxcuzJ17nrkBI76wSinEwSf4UNcX0HvHF5jNGAL1uSHbFbvFT31dlCWrBliGU5Rm7SRPTHgHi7GZJN9hkgE0Vt7-YRW5fPp-eOZ9RRhu_YbPPB1ssO17oa-ZNo6K2BYN1iZiYuY/s1600/TCOH-M.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwJjVbUxcuzJ17nrkBI76wSinEwSf4UNcX0HvHF5jNGAL1uSHbFbvFT31dlCWrBliGU5Rm7SRPTHgHi7GZJN9hkgE0Vt7-YRW5fPp-eOZ9RRhu_YbPPB1ssO17oa-ZNo6K2BYN1iZiYuY/s320/TCOH-M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722500802839807826" /></a><br /><br />Been working hard on edits, but it's awesome to see things start to come together! I'm even on Evernight's "Coming Soon" page!<br /><br />SQUEE!Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-25507147475634762062012-03-07T13:42:00.003-08:002012-03-07T13:45:47.431-08:00New Contract!Been working hard, trying to fit in writing time with day-job time and hubby time. But now we have a payoff!<br /><br />My first m/m romance has been accepted for publication by <a href="http://www.evernightpublishing.com/">Evernight Publishing</a>!<br /><br />YAY!<br /><br />It's called <span style="font-style:italic;">The Color of Hunger</span>, and I'm beyond excited that I get to share it with the world!<br /><br />Tentatively slated as a summer release, I'll be sure to keep you all posted!Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7996665298810497377.post-65711302063913769072011-12-04T09:24:00.000-08:002011-12-04T09:31:08.331-08:00New Name, New Beginning!Welcome to my new home on the web! Isn't it pretty? I decided that since there were so many hot, steamy stories in my head that I needed to share, they deserved their own shiny new home! First up, an erotic short called "Summon Me Swiftly".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiClG8picNvK8Y29vN-KKYitop1xstcGsQFokaJoPSDn4as9NyR2uqFSrJNCzP-QncOrGLuIAHqzd6eMYGvZbnVQm2yPhQSFMF7UQyHbnnc7BW_3XrBOK1bfg3kaxdBCxuJxKjsDlXsfqQ/s1600/SummonMeSwiftly_LgWeb2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiClG8picNvK8Y29vN-KKYitop1xstcGsQFokaJoPSDn4as9NyR2uqFSrJNCzP-QncOrGLuIAHqzd6eMYGvZbnVQm2yPhQSFMF7UQyHbnnc7BW_3XrBOK1bfg3kaxdBCxuJxKjsDlXsfqQ/s320/SummonMeSwiftly_LgWeb2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682326077002913170" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">After a disappointing night fending off drunk suitors at her friend's Halloween party, Amanda Swift is completely disenchanted with the dating scene. She's even more fed up with being alone, and wishes she'd finally find that perfect guy to sweep her off her feet and make her toes curl with ecstasy. But Amanda's evening quickly switches gears when she walks into her bedroom and discovers a very handsome - and very naked - hunk, who wants to please her in every way. But is this a case of be careful what you wish for?</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Now available at <a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Chrissie+Lee">All Romance eBooks</a> for just 99 cents!<br /><br />Stay tuned for more steamy stories to come...Christle Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06745846653224815561noreply@blogger.com0