Monday, September 1, 2014

Mustang Maddy by Kacey Hammell


Blurb:

Grey Burkhardt is an expert at a lot of things—including keeping his feelings for Madison Evans in check. Sexy as sin and sweet as honey, she's always revved his engine. But she's his next door neighbor. No way is he going to muck up friendly neighborhood relations just to satisfy the heat simmering between them.

Madison has never seen anything sexier than the tricked out GT Mustang Grey has been keeping under wraps—other than the glint of danger and intrigue in his eyes when he offers her a ride. Now is her chance to act on the deep passion she’s harbored for him because this might be her one shot at taking control.

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Get book One – 69 Mustang FREE until September 30th at all book outlets. Buy Links HERE.


Excerpt:

He cleared his throat and stepped closer. “You know, Mads, watching you fawn over my car, stroking her, makes me hot. I can hear every breath you take and sigh you release over her. It’s sexy as hell.”

She stood still as he moved in even closer, wedging her between him and the rear window. Thoughts of getting in the car fled as her heart raced. The hunger in his eyes called to her, her body craved it, wanted it.

She couldn’t deny herself any longer.

Leaning back against the car, she smirked. “I like appreciating great things. And to be honest, Mustangs turn me on. A lot.”

They said confession was good for the soul. Maddy was certain she’d just cleansed hers and there would be no going back.

Her palms flattened on the doors behind her. “The feel of the metal, and the pulse that emanates off the surface even when they’re not running…mmm. Everything in me comes alive whenever I see these muscled beauties.”

Grey lifted his arms, bracketing her in. “You’re one of the hottest chicks I know. No other woman has ever turned me on so much by talking about cars. You know, I’ve watched you—in a non-stalker way of course—for a long time now.”

Thrilled, Maddy’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you going to do with me now that I’m here?” What possessed her to ask, she had no idea, but the need and the desire in his gaze, aimed at her, called to all her sexual instincts. There was no way she could walk away now.

He aligned his body with hers, his eyes hooded as he gazed down at her. She surrendered to the headiness of this man, the pulsing rhythms of her body and waited with bated breath.

“I’m going to taste you...” Grey tilted his head to the side. All she could do was stare at his lips as they came closer. “...in any sexy spot you’ll let me.”

His mouth met hers. Maddy opened to him like a budding flower. Claimed. Possessed. Riotous emotions swirled through her and her mind cleared. This. This type of hunger and excitement she’d been missing with any other man was all she desired. Intense, seductive and thirst to let go and give into the headiest of sexuality.

He eased his tongue into her mouth, gliding along hers, exploring, tasting... Maddy never wanted to break free.

A low moan escaped the back of her throat. She encircled his shoulders, arms pulling him in to stand between her legs.

His hardness behind his shorts pressed against her. Gasping, she broke free from his mouth and laid her head back on the car. He kissed his way down her throat. Her pussy throbbed. Her juices flooded her panties. A shiver raced down her spine. Her fingers clenching against his pecs, Maddy trembled as the exquisite tortures of his lips worshipped her, and his hips rolled his cock against her. His teeth grazed her skin along her shoulders. She widened her stance. Grey moaned as he pushed into her, harder and more aggressive.

Laying his forehead on her shoulder, he breathed deep. “Damn you’re intoxicating.”

Maddy palmed the back of his head, holding him in place as his hips still moved and let sweet agony build. The friction of her panties and shorts against her clit were spectacular. But she needed more.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Meet My Character Blog Tour

Yikes! I am a bit slow in getting this post up due to things being a bit crazy in my life. Now that the new moon is here I've finally found a little time to sit down and introduce y'all to Lucy, my heroine from Illicit.

First, I'd like to thank Elyzabeth M. Valey for tagging me to be a part of the tour. You can check out some of her great titles on her Evernight Author Page or visit her blog to meet Margaret O'Hare from her soon to be released Bear Hunt, Book 4 of The Witches Mischief Series.



Now, without further ado, here is Lucy Edwards...

Lucy waves from the shadows, her face reddening as she leans over to check out Elyzabeth's covers.

Lucy: The Golden Cock? Did she write a book about Mark too? I know he did get around.

Me: No, that's a Naughty Fairy Tale from Evernight Publishing.

Lucy: Well, what happened with Mark was certainly naughty and when I look back, it does all seem like some wild fantasy. She shakes her head. I still can't believe I shared Illicit with you and the whole world.

Me: I'm so glad that you chose to come through to me. (I'm a medium and she's a spirit that I channeled to tell her story.) What made you decide to tell us about your affair with Mark?

Lucy: I got so tired of reading all those stories about my husband and that red haired shrew of his.

Me: Let's try not to resort to name calling and just refer to her as Odessa, or as she is know in Illicit, the red haired mistress across the bay.

Lucy: Graham (her husband) had some nerve, didn't he? Keeping that girl up within swimming distance of our home.

Me: Yes, I guess he did. Was his betrayal what drew you to Mark?

Lucy: Exactly. One might think that being married to a pro wrestler is glamorous, but I can assure you it's not. Graham was gone every night and even if he was wrestling right here in town, he wouldn't come home until three or four o'clock in the morning. I'm not stupid. I know it doesn't take that long to get home from the arena. And, well... Mark... he was just so irresistible, and...

Me: There when you needed the attention that you so desperately craved?

Lucy: Oh, my, Mark was not only terribly handsome, but exceptionally skilled... He just seemed to know exactly what to do to...

Me: Satisfy you sexually?

Lucy nods and her face turns even redder.

Me: Care to elaborate?

Lucy: Maybe they should just read Illicit. I mean it really is a story that should be read discretely on your Kindle late at night with the lights off and no one else around.

Me: Is there anything else you might like to add?

Lucy: I'm nothing like that little tart Odessa with her foul language and all the nasty things she did with my husband and that Roger Rohde. The two of us had nothing in common...

Me: Nothing but loving Graham and a taste for gin and ginger.

Lucy: Anyone who plays with snakes deserves to get bitten. And let me tell you, Roger Rohde was most definitely a snake in the grass. Now if you will please excuse me, I think I'm going to borrow your Kindle and go read about that golden cock.

Me: Certainly, thanks for joining us.

Lucy: My pleasure. And, speaking of pleasure, I hope your readers will check out Illicit.




Illicit is free with Kindle Unlimited or only $1.69 exclusively on Amazon.

I am tagging Isla Grey to join the tour with her debut novel, A Voice In the Dark.



And Missy Lyons who has lots of hot titles, including Cowboys Don't Sing.






Sunday, August 24, 2014

Nina's Dom by Raven McAllan


This week's guest is Raven McAllan with her hot new Evernight release, Nina's Dom.

It's funny how my characters tell me very firmly who they are, what they are and insist I write just that. No trying to change them. It just won't work.

By trial and error, I've now accepted that.

Nina and Dominic were no exception. In fact I wondered at times if they would ever get together, they were so blooming stubborn.

However they had fun trying to show each other whom they were and want they wanted.

I just wrote what they told me to—as you do.

This is the result.


Nina Mack is no sub. So why then do all her senses scream at her to submit to the enigmatic Dominic Christopher?

When the two meet at her friend's hen party at Dommissimma, sparks fly. Their attraction is immediate and explosive, but how can Nina ever allow herself to enter into a relationship with a Dom?

Dominic has lost interest in BDSM since the death of his wife, so the insistent tug of awareness toward the volatile and decidedly bratty Nina is a welcome surprise.

With his inner Dom firmly awakened can he convince Nina to give their relationship a try?

Time will tell if these two can find their own Dom/sub relationship and reclaim happiness.

A wee tease for you…

Nic held out his hand for the keys, and after a brief startled glance, Nina passed them to him. He locked the door and handed them back. She tucked them inside her handbag.

"Why did you do that?" Nina asked once she was inside the car with him. "Lock my door? I've been doing it for years."

"Good." Nic checked the flow of traffic and overtook a bus. "And when we're together I'll do it for you."

"But why?" Nina asked again. "Why not just let me lock up?"

There's that word again. 

"I swear the first word you ever spoke was why," Nic said as he turned the car into the street where Dommissimma was situated. "And I bet it will be your last. I agree that to question things you don't understand is a good thing, but by heck, Nina, you'd even question why I asked for dark chocolate not milk."

"No, I wouldn't then," she said in a triumphant tone. "Because dark chocolate helps to control the sub drop a sub might get after a scene. Or a Dom for that matter." She didn't add so there, but Nic could hear it inferred in her voice.

"Good. I've found one action you won't question. I wonder if there's any more?" He stopped the car in the half empty car park and switched of the engine. "Not too busy, but it looks like there'll be enough going on so you'll be able to gauge your reactions. Let me come ‘round and help you out. And before you say anything, that, plus locking your door are just some of those common courtesies we spoke of over the phone. To me I don't do it as a Dom, I do it as a man."

"I might question it, the chocolate. I'd wonder who it was for." Nina said as they approached the nondescript door to Dommissimma. "Seeing as we're not scening."

"Not at the moment." Nic agreed with her. "But who knows when we might need it." He looked at her pale face. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I don't want you passing out or anything." Her pallor worried him. He hoped she wasn't anemic.

"What?" She sounded surprised. "I'm fine, why?"
"You're as white as a sheet."
"I usually am," Nina said. "But in this case I think it's hunger, worry I might let you down rather than natural Celtic pale skin, and oh sh—oot, I recognize that car." Nina waved toward a dark saloon in the corner of the car park. "Beware of nosy Doms. That's Edan's, and if he's here it’s a shoe in Athol will be as well."

"Why are you hungry?" Nic honed in on her first reason.

"Running late, apprehension, forgot to buy bread, take your pick. And now a crowing Athol."

Nic grinned and kissed her nose. She wrinkled it. "That tickles."

"It'll be directed at me as well as you, anima mia. I've only been around when needed these last few years. And there's no need to be apprehensive. We're not scening, and you said nothing frightened you, just that it wasn't your thing, so why worry?"

"I didn't say it was logical," Nina said. "I can't explain it, there's no logical explanation, in fact no explanation at all. It makes no sense, but it’s how I feel." She bit her lip and gave a deprecating smile. "Stupid or what?"

Nic tugged her to one side of the door. "Not stupid. But I'm going to do my damnedest to change how you feel. Nina, love, nothing you can say or do will let me down." Unless it's let's get out of here, or I don't want to see you again, Nic. "Remember you can safe word me over anything. And a nip just here," he put her thumb and forefinger on the back of his hand, "will alert me if something is bothering you and we need to move away and talk. Yes?"

"Yes."
"Then are you ready?"
Nina blinked and squared her shoulders. "Yes, Sir, I'm ready."

He could see her mindset changing as she spoke.
"Then let's go in."

***

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http://www.amazon.com/Ninas-Dom-Dommissimma-Book-4-ebook/dp/B00MRQJ4SY/

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nina039sdom-1599604-147.html

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and me… www.ravenmcallan.com

Happy reading,

Love R x



Raven Bio…

Well what can I say?

I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.

Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.

Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.

I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of. Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

The Beast of Birch Hill by Naomi Clark


Our guest this week is Naomi Clark with her new Evernight Romance On The Go Release, The Beast of Birch Hill.

Blurb:

Wildlife photographer and cryptozoology blogger Emma Jordan came to Birch Hill expecting to find another urban legend. The rumours of a big cat stalking the woods around this quiet town surely had to be just that - rumours. But when the evidence starts to pile up that Birch Hill really does have a killer cat on the loose, Emma finds herself caught in a confusing game of cat and mouse. And her blossoming relationship with Abi Blakely might just be pushing her further into danger.

Purchase:
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Excerpt:

Emma awoke in a tangle of sheets to the sound of running water. She sat up, finger-combing her knotted hair, and looked around for Abi. The door to the en suite was open and she could just make out Abi's silhouette behind the frosted glass shower door. Her pussy throbbed, an almost Pavlovian reaction, and for a second she contemplated slipping in there with her.

Then her phone, discarded along with her jeans last night, started ringing. Cursing, but unable to ignore it, she leaned over the side of the bed to grab it. An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.

“Hello?”

“What happened last night? Where were you?”

It took her sleep-hazed brain a second to recognize the voice, and a second longer to realize Jed wasn't asking her about her sex life. “Something came up. I couldn't make it out there. Why do you care anyway?” she asked, realizing she sounded rude just a little too late. “I mean, we hadn't planned to go up to the woods together, after all.”

“No, but I went anyway. You city folks, you think you know the woods, you think you're gonna be safe, but you don't know shit, so I went to keep an eye on you. And guess what?”

“You wasted your night? I'm sorry, Jed, but—” 

“There was another kill!” he said, almost triumphantly.

Emma stilled. “A cat kill?”

“That's right. Big old deer, just slaughtered and left on the trail. If you'd been out there with your camera like you said, you'd have caught it all.”

“There's no guarantee of that,” Emma said. “But I'd like to come and have a look now, see if there are any more paw prints or anything.”

“Well, the deer isn't going anywhere,” Jed said. “Meet you at the trail's start in an hour, if you can make time for it.”

He hung up without waiting for her reply. Emma swore softly and tossed the phone across the bed just as Abi emerged from the shower. The sight of her wrapped in a mint green towel, her dark hair dripping water down her cleavage, was briefly distracting.

“What's up?” Abi asked.

“Jed just called. He found a deer kill in the woods – the Beast strikes again, I guess. He's annoyed I wasn't out there to capture it all on tape.”

Abi frowned. “That can't be right.”

“What can't?”

“The Beast, the cat – I mean...it can't...didn't you just go see a kill yesterday? Cats don't hunt that often, surely?”

“This one seems to be killing for fun,” Emma said, climbing out of bed. “So I guess I should go take a look.” 

Abi clutched at her towel, expression worried. “If you did find it, or get it on film or whatever, what then? What would you do?”

Emma shrugged. “I wouldn't do anything except blog about it. I'm not out to capture the Beast or kill it or anything. But if I do get proof of an alien big cat out here, I want to talk about it!” Her initial lack of enthusiasm at Jed's call was fading away. The thought of uncovering a mystery, even a small one, and sharing the answer with the world, was irresistible. And sure, there would be a mundane explanation – escaped zoo animal, abandoned exotic pet – but it would still be part of the bigger puzzle. That was worth getting excited about.

She went to kiss Abi as she passed to use the shower, but Abi barely seemed to notice. She was still frowning, staring at the bed they'd shared last night as if it suddenly just materialized there.

“Abi? You okay?” Emma touched her arm lightly and Abi jumped. “No. Yeah, I mean, yeah, I'm fine. I just...hey.” She looked up at Emma, chewing her lip. “Could I come with you?” “You wanna come see a dead deer?” Abi smiled. “Sure. Maybe I can make it into dinner later.”

Emma laughed, but a touch of unease crept over her. The feeling didn't make sense, so she tried to ignore it. “I don't see why not. It's probably not going to be any fun though, with Jed there.”

"That's fine. I never expect dead things to be fun.”

About the Author:

Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book. 

Find Naomi online:
Blog - http://naomiclarkwrites.blogspot.co.uk/
Twitter - https://twitter.com/naomi_jay
Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/naomijclark

Sunday, August 17, 2014

We Wander Far From Home by Lilith Duvalier


Our guest this week is Evernight author Lilith Duvalier with her new release: We Wander Far From Home.

Intro

I am very excited for “We Wander Far From Home”! It’s my first full length novel, and I’m very proud of the way it combines a nuanced love story with an old fashioned western adventure. I started this story in 2009 with the intention of submitting it to an anthology call, but the deadline flew by before I figured out how to finish it. I stuck it in a folder and forgot about it for a little over a year. Then I started taking it out every few months, writing another chapter here, doing some edits there and putting it away again. It didn’t really come together until January this year and I’m thrilled to see it published by Evernight!

Blurb

A crack shot best gal, a former criminal lover, a sudden ejection from everything he's ever known, and the faintest taste of freedom. That's what drives Will Kearny out of the comfort of a normal life and out into the Nebraska wilderness. Soon, the sweet, quiet dairy farmer from Minnesota is robbing stage coaches, knocking over banks and running off into the mountains to celebrate in Henry Fitzpatrick's arms. But winter's coming on, the stage coach routes are drying up, and the law is onto them. Life on the edge is the only way Will and Henry can be together, but life on the edge is short. Can forbidden love survive in a harsh world?

Purchase Links:

Evernight
All Romance Ebooks
Amazon

Excerpt

He shifted closer to Henry’s body under the covers and realized that they were both naked. Had he really been so exhausted last night that he didn’t remember undressing? Or possibly being undressed? He set a hand to Henry’s chest, tracing a line down to Henry’s flat, red nipple. The contrasts of Henry were astonishing. The hills and valleys of his chest and shoulders, the gentle touches of his rough hands.

This man was a criminal.

And between him and Annie, they had made Will one, too.

Memories sparked from last night. Henry’s hand wrapped around Will’s, tugging him patiently into this room. Henry’s stubbled chin pressed to his face in an affectionate good night kiss that Will had barely been conscious enough to return.

So. Sweet. Affectionate. Beautiful. His.

But a criminal.

Well, Will supposed, you couldn’t have everything. He pressed his body against Henry’s, closing the small, cautious gap between them, and kissed the other man. He slid his hands out of Henry’s and wrapped his arms around Henry’s back, running his fingers over the ridges of muscle there.

Henry began to kiss him back slowly, as though not quite woken from a dream, before his loose grip tightened and his hands began to wander up Will’s body.

“Morning,” Henry murmured.

“Afternoon, actually, I think,” Will replied.

“Mhm,” Henry responded disinterestedly as he resumed the kiss, sliding his tongue past Will’s lips like walking through an open door. He took control of the kiss. Eased his body on top of Will’s. Will sighed happily as he sunk down into the feather mattress under Henry’s solid weight. Despite Annie’s assurances that there were other men like him, Will hadn’t really let himself believe it until the night Henry kissed him in the barn, only weeks ago.

The way that Henry’s skin moved over Will’s, the heavy scent of him dominating Will’s senses, made it easier for Will to concentrate on his rewards rather than his sins.

Will reached up to take Henry’s arm in his hand.

Henry pulled away, caught Will’s hand and pushed it back down to the mattress. “Shhhh…lie back.”

Will watched as Henry’s hands ran over his chest. Down his stomach, palms flat and warm. He traced his fingers down into the grooves between Will’s hips and his groin, where the skin was soft and sensitive, unaccustomed to being touched.

Will pushed his hips up against Henry’s hands, asking for more. He’d been ready back in the cabin a few nights ago, he didn’t need all this careful touching.

Henry’s fingers slid back up his chest, rubbing and pinching his nipples.

Will felt his breathing getting heavier. His hips worked up against empty air. He looked down between Henry’s legs and swallowed. Henry’s cock was standing between his legs now, thick and flush and full.

And out of reach.

“Look at you,” Henry murmured, rolling the bud of Will’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger, every touch making the nerves more sensitive.

The sluggish warmth in Will’s belly started to coil, not urgent yet, but threatening to become so. “Henry, please.”

Henry grinned, and patted Will’s chest as though he was going to stop teasing. Then he dropped his mouth down to Will’s chest and took a reddened nipple into his mouth.

The warmth in Will’s stomach tightened suddenly. The steady hum of arousal in his body spiked. He dug his fingers into Henry’s shoulders and bucked his hips up against nothing when the grip made Henry suck harder.

Will reached for his cock while Henry rolled the bud between his teeth and flicked his tongue over it. Henry caught Will’s hand and brought it back up to his shoulders.

“Henry, I don’t wanna wait no more,” Will moaned as Henry let his nipple go with a loud, wet “pop.”

“Yeah,” Henry said. His voice was heavy and rough and his eyes were dark with lust. His gaze ran over Will’s body like another caress and Will shivered. “I won’t make you.”

Will’s breath caught.

Henry moved off his thighs, arranging himself so that he was kneeling between Will’s legs. He slipped his hands underneath Will’s knees, calloused hands tickling at the sensitive skin underneath the joint. Will felt too exposed as Henry lifted his feet up off the mattress and spread his legs wider, so wide that his toes poked over either side of the mattress.

Henry arched down, kissing Will. Will set his hands back to Henry’s shoulders, letting himself stay open under Henry’s increasingly insistent tongue, kissing back with everything he could muster while Henry turned the kiss dirty and breathtaking. He finally settled his body down against Will’s, pressing his rock hard cock into Will’s body, rubbing against him until Will moaned against his lips.

“No more interruptions. Door’s locked. Hell, I even jammed a chair under the handle.” He dropped his face to Will’s neck, sucking at a tendon, then worrying his teeth against it. “Even if the goddamn law comes knocking, even if they break down the door, I’m gonna make you come before they cart us away.”

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Venus In Fur Coat by Ela Stein


Joining us today, we have another Evernight author, Ela Stein, with her latest release...

First of all, thank you so much for having me here today! “Venus In Fur Coat” is a bit of a rarity of me – it’s a contemporary romance and I’m more of a sci-fi/fantasy type of gal. But when inspiration strikes, you don’t ask questions. The idea for this story came to me fully formed, which was kind of cool. I also love the art aspect in it – I’ve painted and drawn my whole life, and more recently (well, like the past 10 years at this point), have done a lot of scrapbooking. So I’m a bit of an artist at heart, and I really identify with Derek. And I also identify with Cara, who has a very practical streak to her. After all, I did set all my artsy stuff aside to pursue school and a more traditional career. So I guess one could say that they both have different aspects of my personality… and it was kind of cool watching them come together :)

Venus In Fur Coat” is a Rubenesque/BBW, New Adult, Contemporary, Erotic Romance short story (8,900) words.

Blurb: 

Cara is an accounting major in college, and she is practical, a little cynical, and focused on her studies. When she allows her roommate to drag her to a frat party, the last thing she expects is running into the artsy-bad-boy type who tempts her to throw all her typical reservations out the window.

Derek tends to go with his feelings—intense and passionate, with a strong alpha streak. It will be up to him to bring Cara out of her shell and help her experience life to its fullest. Both of them feel that special spark, and one passionate night could change the course of their lives forever.

Buy Links: 

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Amazon
ARe
Bookstrand

Excerpt: 

Derek followed her through the hallway. She was already walking down the street, away from the house by the time he made it outside. He watched her walking away, debating whether he should approach her now. It was dark out, and he didn’t want to freak her out by seeming stalker-ish. But then again, if she was going to be walking around alone at night, she’d probably be better off with a friendly stalker keeping her company.

Having decided, he set off at a light jog to catch up with her. She wasn’t too far ahead, likely slowed down by her high-heeled boots. His cock had responded as soon as he first laid eyes on her, standing there all timid and uncertain, and now that he could see her ass wiggling as she walked, he grew painfully hard. His jeans were not designed to accommodate a huge hard-on. He adjusted himself just before catching up to her.

She was everything that turned him on in a woman. Curves in all the right places, so voluptuous that he could just imagine himself sinking into her, her soft cushioning against his own hard planes. Her hair had an adorable bit of frizz to it, and she wore it pulled back from an angelic face. The face of a goddess. A face right out of ancient paintings by the great masters.

His boots crunched on the gravel and she stopped and turned around. His heart picked up speed when their gazes met again, and he was glad he followed his gut. No way was he giving up until he got to know her better. Dating just for the hell of it was starting to lose its appeal. If he was honest with himself, he’d had his fill of it for a long time, but until now, no one had come along that made him want anything more serious. 

“Hey.” Maybe not the most eloquent way to start the conversation, but she stood staring at him with wide eyes and a startled expression, waiting for him to say something.

“Hi.” Her voice was a whisper. The wind picked up speed and rustled through the leaves in the trees around them, as though echoing her.

“It’s not safe to be walking around alone at night.” Criticizing her choices, right off the bat, probably wasn’t the greatest way to make an impression, but it had been a pretty bad move on her part. Even if she wanted nothing to do with him, he didn’t like the idea of her walking around alone at night. There were too many assholes out there, and it just wasn’t safe.

She raised a brow in response and crossed her arms across her chest. He guessed that was her pissed-off look, but it was somewhat spoiled by how hot her tits looked pushed up that way.

“Oh, really? I guess it’s safer to be out here at night with a total stranger?”

About Ela Stein: 

Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (and dark fantasy... Game of Thrones, anyone?), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well. If you'd like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web. I’d love hearing from my readers.

You can find me here:
Website: www.ElaStein.com 
Blog: http://elastein.blogspot.com 
Twitter: https://twitter.com/Stein_Ela
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ela.stein.735 
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Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8142001.Ela_Stein


Friday, July 25, 2014

Illicit


Our latest release, Illicit, is free on Amazon through Sunday. I hope that you will check it out, enjoy the story, and want to read more of Odessa's series. If you have Kindle Unlimited this story is also available there as a free read for the next 90 days. After that Illicit will be available from other ebook vendors. As always, honest reviews are always appreciated. Please feel free to share this special promotion with all your friends.

Can two wrongs ever make a right? 

Lucy Edwards worries that her life has become just as cliché as that age old question. Heartbroken by her husband’s repeated affairs and frustrated by his lack of attention and affection, she is drawn to another man who’s more than willing to give her exactly what she so desperately craves.

What was supposed to be just an alcohol infused vengeful one night stand evolves into an illicit affair. Lucy's new lover pushes her sexual boundaries and forces her to take a critical look at her relationship with her husband. Now she’s got to chose between these newly aroused desires and the security and status of a marriage to a wealthy and powerful man.


Dess would like me to point out that this story is told from a completely different point of view and she is just the nameless red haired mistress across the water. There is adult content with graphic sex scenes, although Lucy doesn't exactly have Odessa's infamous "potty mouth". I had to release this story on my own since the ebook Publishers that I would normally submit to will not consider material with infidelity. In this story Lucy does engage in sex with both her lover and her husband. Not at the same time, though. Sorry, no menages here. :-)