Welcome J. Lilley today

Hi and welcome to my blog, J. Lilley Please make yourself at home and grab a drink.  So tell us a little about yourself. 

Hi, do you know that’s the worst thing I can get asked? I go ohhh help, and forget who I am or what I am.  And I’m scared people will go ‘boring’ and be put off by my bio, go and make a cup of tea, or prune the roses or something.

Okay then. Are you sitting comfortably?

I’m a well over twenty one year old female, and I live in Central Scotland, with my  husband. Our children have flown the nest, so it’s me, him, and two very spoiled cats. They rule the roost, and pay lips service to our thoughts that we do.

Where we live, is a beautiful part of the country called The Trossachs. Lochs and glens, mountains and mist. Hey that sounds poetic, but better than saying ors of rain.

I write YA books and so far they are set around here. I have my inspiration on my doorstep.

So tell us a little about your latest book. What inspired this masterpiece?

I love that you call it a masterpiece. Let’s hope so. Well *deep breath*

A friend of mine couldn’t find a book for her daughter’s 14th birthday. So I. in a moment of temporary aberration, offered to write one. All I was told was it needed to be about shifters.

 So I wrote a short 12k and Rach, the birthday girl loved it. I happened to mention it to a publisher ( as you do lol) who asked to see it. He was thinking of setting up a YA publishing house. LIked it and then told  me it needed to be at least twice as long, and he wanted a series. From this Shalea was born.

 So book one Discovered. tells how Rach moves to Scotland and finds out things about herself and her family that she had no idea about.

 

If you had any super powers, what would they be and why? An eye on the end of my finger so I could see round corners and behind me. and to be able to tidy up..AND find everything I’ve er ‘tidied’ away, with a flick of a wrist!

What genre haven’t you tried yet but want to in the future? It seems I’m having a go at urban fantasy. And I’d love to do a good mystery.

What is one thing readers might be surprised to know about you? I live just up the road (lane) from the Fairy Tree 

If we asked your muse to describe you in three words, what do you think they might say? Prolific, visual and adventurous. 

What authors can be found in your library of books? HELP, you need to see my study! W E B Griffin, Miss Read, Bill Knox,  Robyn Donald, Erica James, Katie FForde, Peter Robinson, PAul Theroux. And there’s even more on my Ereader. Doris O’Connor, Cherie Nicholls, Stuart McBride.. .The list is endless.

 

Have any guilty pleasures you want to share with us? Apart from Wine and Chocolate? Traveling.

 

Is there anything you’re currently working on that you can give us a taste of? I’m just writing the last book in this series…

Resolved.  Hopefully it ties in the ends, but, well, is everything Resolved?

 

What is your favorite way to relax after a hard day working and writing?

ER wine and chocolate, preferably somewhere warm and with DH.

What is one historical figure you would love to chat with and why? Beau Brummel to ask him why he went the way he did.

Would you care to mention any upcoming or WIP projects that readers can look forward from you in the future?

 Well as I mentioned, I’m writing a YA urban fatally with Suzanne Fuller. and then, there’s an idea for a series of YA book set  on an Island in Loch Lomond

Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one? If not, then which one is closest to your heart? It’s got to be Discovered, that’s closest to my heart. It was and is my first YA. But the one I think is probably, my favorite by a smidgeon, is book 3 Accepted. It gave me goosebumps as I wrote it.

 

Thanks for coming. Is there anything else you want to add?

Hey, thank you,  for inviting me over. I enjoyed the drink and the chat.

It’s been fun. These books may say YA but according to Rach’s mum, she’s going to read them as well. So hopefully they will appeal to all ages.

 Here’s the blurb..

 YA

 

DiscoveredWhen Rach moved to Scotland she knew there would be changes. She hadn’t expected them to be quite so dramatic. Not only was there a new house, new school and new friends, there was also a secret to discover.

Brios Parde was a Patriarch in waiting. When the powerful leopard shifter senses a new Shalean he is amazed to discover it’s the new girl. All his senses tell him Rach will be important to him.

However the Rogues try to destroy the budding relationship. Will Rach decide to side with Brios or help stage an uprising?

Excerpt…

In the end it was easier than he thought to get Rach to meet him. As he entered the school foyer she was standing to one side.

Waiting for me? He liked to think so.

He could tell without any Shalean sensing whatsoever that she was not happy. Struan was standing much too close to her and trying to have a conversation. He watched as one finger jabbed Struan sharply in the chest.

“Look, I’m not interested.” Jab. “Get it?” Jab. “I do not want to go dancing, to the pictures or even hold a conversation with you.” Jab, jab, jab. “You’re talking of things about which you know nothing, and as well as that you’re a rude, jumped-up little shit. Now sod off, or I’ll make you. Ever had a schoolbag in the balls? Because, now’s your chance.” There were a couple more jabs for emphasis.

Brios reminded himself never to upset her. She sounded dangerous, and it seemed her temper matched her hair. So did the color of Struan’s face. He scowled when he saw Brios walking up.

“Might have known you’d get your nose in somewhere,” Stru- an remarked nastily. “Always got to be showing off somehow.” He flicked his finger over Rach’s cheek, and before Brios could retaliate, Rach did it for him. The schoolbag swung through the air and Struan went down like the proverbial log hugging himself.

“Next time you touch me I’ll send your balls where the sun doesn’t shine,” Rach said softly so no teacher could hear, before dropping her schoolbag and just missing the curled up Struan again. “That was a warning; no strength behind it. Watch out if I do use some effort.”

Then she spoke loudly for the benefit of a couple of passing teachers, and ignoring the giggles of some of the pupils in the area. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. Oh clumsy me. Are you all right? I didn’t drop it on anything that matters did I?”

Her answer was a gurgle. The first-aid assistant hurried up and shooed Rach and Brios away.

“Horrible little toad. Next time …” “There won’t be a next time Rach, I promise you. Look,” Brios said urgently, “we need to talk. Can you meet me at the end of first period? If you can get to the side gate I’ll pick you up. Please Rach, it’s really important; just this once. Leira will cover for you.” Slowly she nodded and he heaved a sigh of relief.

 

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Round 1 Edits are done….

and are off to my editor for A Summer Night Fling…..

I am relaxing a bit before the second round drops in my lap and seeing what muse wants to work on. I am thinking of finishing my Christmas Cowboy story for Silver Publishing’s Christmas call…..I have a hankering for cowboys. *grins*

Wicked Wednesday with Troy Lambert

Redemption by Troy Lambert

Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007Q6R3MY

What do prison and church have in common? In both places you can learn of your need for redemption. You can even determine to right the wrongs you have done: you can determine to redeem yourself. However, true Redemption is not found inside the walls of a church or a prison. Sometimes you have to go farther and do more to find it than you ever imagined.

Redemption is a dark psychological thriller that tells the story of an ex-con turned attorney, an insane man with a secret addiction, and a marriage spoiled by poor choices.

Things spin out of control. Their worlds all collide with a monumental crash. In the end, can any of them find Redemption?

Naughty Excerpt:

He kissed back unable to help himself. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer to him. She swung her legs up onto his lap and eased over until she was sitting across his knees. He felt himself getting hard but couldn’t help it as his tongue found hers and they began to dance. Her breath was sweet and the scent of her hair around him made him moan in pleasure. It wasn’t until she moaned back that he realized he had done it out loud. She squirmed closer on his lap pressing her hip into his erection. He gasped and then she did the same as she felt his hardness and his eagerness.

Sally arched her back and he found himself kissing her neck and then down toward her shoulder. He glimpsed a bra strap that matched the blouse and then she grabbed his hair pulling his lips around to hers again. She sucked eagerly at his tongue   then whispered in his ear, “Bed. Now!”

He fitted one arm under her knees and lifted her effortlessly. She giggled as he carried her. He knew the way and he knew what waited for him there. Carefully he set her on the bed and she stood tugging at his tie and shirt. The tie came over his head and then he unbuttoned the shirt tossing it aside. Her hands found his powerful chest and then pinched his nipples. He moaned in pleasure and his erect penis twitched with want. She undid his belt and unzipped his pants before sliding them to the floor. She felt his hardness inside his boxers and pushed them down too freeing him for her to see for the first time.

“Arthur, it’s huge!” she giggled. She grabbed it and stroked it a couple of times reaching under it to play with his balls. She knelt and kissed the tip and then stood facing him. “Undress me!” she commanded.

Nervously he did. His fingers found the buttons of her blouse and undid them, pushing it off her gorgeous shoulders and tossing it towards a corner of the room. Underneath was the matching bra he had glimpsed earlier. She unzipped the skirt for him and stepped out of it and her heels. A lacy green thong that matched the bra appeared. Their height difference put her mouth on the same level as his nipples and she took advantage of her position. He moaned as she nibbled them. She turned and pushed him into a sitting position on the bed. His erection stuck up toward her and she eyed it hungrily. She unclasped her bra and let it fall off the back of her shoulders.

He grabbed her, unable to control his urges. He kissed her belly then pulled her over him so he could kiss her breasts. He sucked on the nipples hearing her moan in pleasure. Sally slid up a little further to give him better access and he sucked one while he flicked the other nipple with his fingers. He then moved his hands down grabbing her ass.

He stood, picking her up effortlessly. His erection was between them and she gasped. He rolled her onto the bed and settled on top of her. Her legs were open to him, her ankles crossed behind his back. He entered her slowly, but she shook her head, raising her hips to him. She gasped as he entered her all the way. “Ohh Arthur!” she moaned.

“It’s been waiting for you Sally. So here you go,” his voice sounded husky and odd. He began to move in and out of her, the rhythm and scent of her better than anything he had ever imagined in his dreams. She moaned and thrust upwards and although he had no experience he knew she had come. He wanted to make her do it again and he kept going, slowly at first and then faster.

“Yes! Yes!” she screamed. He moaned as he came closer and closer to climax. Finally he could not hold back any longer. Just as he released he could feel her get wetter down there and knew she had come with him. They had climaxed at the same time. His cock twitched and throbbed inside her and he didn’t think he could stop coming.  Finally the twitching stopped. He rolled off her onto his back.

About the author:

Troy began his writing life at a very young age, penning the as yet unpublished George and the Giant Castle at age six. He grew up in Southern Idaho, and after many adventures including a short stint in the US Army and a diverse education, Troy returned to Idaho, but the north end of the state this time, where he currently resides.

Troy works as a freelance writer and researcher by night, and the Museum Operations Specialist and Head of Research at the Wallace District Mining museum by day. He truly loves to write dark, psychological thrillers and released Broken Bones, a collection of his short stories, last September to great acclaim and with reasonable success. His new thriller Redemption is available now.

Troy lives with his wife of eleven years, two of his five children and two very talented dogs. He is a skier, cyclist, hiker, fisherman, hunter, and a terrible beginning golfer. He is currently working on the sequel to Redemption, tentatively titled Confession.

Web Links: www.troylambertwrites.com 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Troy-Lambert/191932724173411 

Twitter: @authortroy

Book Spotlight~ Spying The Alcove by Laura Tolomei

Spying the Alcove: first vs. third person POV confronted at last!

 

The dual nature of Spying the Alcove revealed in the following excerpts—the MF from Lidia’s subjective viewpoint, the MM from an impersonal POV. Check it out for yourself!

 

Spying the Alcove

AUTHOR: Laura Tolomei

GENNRE: M/M, M/F/M, M/F, Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance

ISBN: 978-1-55487-347-0

LENGTH: 115 pages

HEAT LEVEL: 4 flames

PAGES: 118

RELEASE DATE: August 1^st, 2009

PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books,

COVER ARTIST: Martine Jardin

 

BUY LINK

http://www.lallagatta.com/eng/_spyingalcove.html

 

BLURB

Valerio, Andrea, a medallion & a long-forgotten erotic tale whose sensual message is as true today as it was in ancient Rome…if only Valerio would care to listen to Andrea’s claim gender should never be an acceptable limit for sex or to the Roman matron’s inhibited displays in her heated alcove. Apparently two unconnected stories, an ancient medallion brings them together as Valerio spies the heated alcove in a vortex of repressed craving and burning desire.

 

MF SIZZLING EXCERPT

That night, I did my best to seduce the mighty general, sending him furtive glances, laughing at all his stupid jokes as my pussy dripped hungrily at the thought of his hard shaft possessing me. My mind wondered briefly about sizes and dimensions, just as my gaze made it perfectly clear I was his for the taking. Naturally, I got exactly what I wanted. I had played the game often enough to know what a man needed to fall for a woman’s seduction, especially one who had been living in sweaty and bloody military camps for far too long. Marcus was hungry for a woman and I was the best offer in town. A brief exchange of messages and he came to visit me in my quarters two days later.

It was a glorious afternoon, my husband having left for Pompeii, I was free to do as I pleased. I dressed up in my best clothes, knowing it was a wasted effort. Still, I liked to pamper myself so I bathed, perfumed and oiled my hair while waiting for the hours to pass. As expected, he didn’t even look at the seductive garments I had carefully chosen. Pulling me close to him, he removed everything with a single stroke, leaving me naked and shivering from pleasure. Not needing further instructions, I bent on my knees, my hands fumbling at his crotch to free what I most wanted. He had a big cock, already hard from months of repressed desire. The bulging head struck out defiantly, ordering me to nurse it. I obeyed gladly, my lips closing on him, sliding down to swallow him whole. But he was huge and almost choked me. Uncaring, I kept sucking, feeling the tip press at my throat while intense shivers of pleasure ran down my back. My tongue lapped it lavishly, curling around its thickness, dipping to the base before returning up, enfolding the bulging head and playing under the tiny slice of skin connecting it to the stem.

He groaned with pleasure, obviously liking my attentions so I only got wetter, imagining the thick shaft pumping me. I renewed my efforts to make it as hard as possible, but he preceded me. Holding my head steady, he moved his hips against my mouth, making the cock strain against my throat. Practically choking, I coughed loudly, tears running to my eyes, as I tried to pull back. Uncaring, he pushed again, but this time I was ready. My tongue steered the bulging head to my cheek where I could suck it without suffocating. My hands, anxious for something to do, caressed his hairy balls, holding them tightly, a finger accidentally slipping to his ass. I didn’t dare force an entrance, unsure about how he would take it, but I sensed he liked to have me trace the edge of his narrow hole, wetting my finger to make it slide without friction.

Of course, a man like him required much more. Growing tired of my games, he pushed me down on the floor so I immediately settled on my hands and knees, hardly containing my desire. I throbbed all over, my clit’s furious hammering pounding straight to my brain. My slit was on fire, burning at the mere thought of receiving its prize. He settled behind me and shoved his powerful cock all the way to the hilt. For the first second, I couldn’t breathe as the wonderful sensation of being full went to my head, drowning every other sensibility.

Marcus went steadily on his way so I knew I had to follow fast if I didn’t want him to leave me behind. My fingers found the hungry wet clit and worked on it furiously, teasing, tracing, rubbing, stroking, caressing its fiery tip. I had long learned to find pleasure on my own. Men seldom cared about our needs, as I knew from experience and from listening to my friends’ complaints. Unsatisfied about their sexual lives, most of them turned to food, hoping it would fulfill the physical craving no man ever had. But I knew the rules of the game now so I worked for myself, without expecting anything from them except their hard rods.

He increased the rhythm and I knew he was getting close to the finishing line.

 

MM PASSIONATE EXCERPT

“Watch it,” he cried out, seeing Andrea pick up a terracotta plate and almost dropping it. “What’s the matter with you, today? You can’t seem to do anything right.”

“What’s with me?” Andrea turned like a fury, poised to jump on him. “What’s wit you? What the hell is your fucking problem?” Damn him, Andrea had cursed with a heavy heart. To see his efforts—not to mention his friendship—crumble and scatter like Selimos’s ancient stones made him angrier than he dared admit, particularly because it felt like a second betrayal of his trust. But if his first mess-up had seemed an honest mistake, this second one had the sour taste of defeat, which he found intolerable. No, to be double-crossed not once, but twice was simply…It’s just goddamn unfair and the hell with him.

“What the hell’s the matter with you?” Andrea shouted again despite his efforts to calm down. “Whatever I do is wrong! How the fuck can I work if you breathe down my neck like a vulture that hasn’t made up his mind if he wants to eat me or—” Fuck me! he finished in his mind. He had moved closer, maybe a bit too much, he realized feeling the Professor’s heat and detecting the straining erection no amount of concealment could hide. “I can’t stand this anymore,” he pleaded, resisting the urge to grab the aroused cock.

Valerio took a step back. “I— “

Andrea reached him. “You what? You think I haven’t noticed? Think I haven’t seen how you look at me lately?”

Another step and Valerio backstopped against a tree. “Listen—”

“No, you listen to me, Prof.” His assistant was on him, faster than a blink of an eye. “I don’t know what fantasies you’re entertaining or why they make you so nervous, but…“ He took a deep breath. “I know exactly the cure.” His gaze traveled to the growing bulge. “And I want to tell you, I’m available, in case you decide to use it.” Palm pressing on the hard cock, he traced its shape through the fabric.

The shock of feeling Andrea’s touch on his painfully throbbing erection was unexpected, but not like the wave of desire that hit his stomach. Suddenly, he understood Lidia’s needs perfectly, as if they were his own. Standing in the deserted valley, his memory flooded by erotic scenes, all he wanted to do was live them in first person. And his assistant’s offer seemed irresistible.

With a hungry growl, he attacked Andrea’s mouth, his tongue forcing his lips apart to ravish its warm interior. Wanting to posses the blondish man, he started with the obvious, unsure about his moves.

Luckily, Andrea took the lead. Opening his mouth wide, he received Valerio’s tongue, teasingly resisting only to increase his desire. In a fake battle, he pushed back the invader, his tongue wrapping around Valerio’s and clashing seductively while his hands firmly grasped the bulging crotch.

Nimble fingers unzipped the jeans, soon working on the naked flesh jutting proudly from its concealment. The shock of the warm palm holding it tight sent fresh waves of hungry desire through Valerio’s tense nerves, making him crave to have more, but not daring to ask outright. Providently, Andrea had no such hesitations when handling the demanding organ. Bending down, he took it in his mouth and sucked vigorously, tongue wrapping around the long thick length before moving up to the head. Lapping forcefully, the vibrant tongue darted on the twitching dick, sometimes curling around the top, then sliding to the base while sucking it down to the throat. Valerio felt him almost choke in his effort to draw him deeper, but could not stop his falling into bliss.

Drowning in pure pleasure, he moved his hips to make Andrea take more inside and the assistant opened wider to accommodate the extra centimeters. The hands helped, too, sliding rhythmically on the long stem until stopped by the avid mouth. But his fiery excitement demanded more and the Professor wanted to experience everything before his resistance failed. So time was essential.

As if understanding his needs, Andrea pulled back and fumbled in his pocket.

 

 

It’s a Hump Day Mancandy sort of day-NSFW

Wicked Wednesday with CR Guiliano

 

Mirror, Mirror by CR Guiliano

Book blurb:

Kiran Langford’s past was a mess. Ok, so his present wasn’t much better. But his future was looking brighter. He’d made bad choices in his younger life. Was pretty easy when his twin brother made all the right choices. And Kiran wanted what his brother had. An international model. A faithful lover that adored him. Financial stability. The respect of their parents. Well, maybe he didn’t care about that last one.

Now, Kiran was modeling, sort of. And acting too, vaguely. Alright, so he was doing nude stills and pornography. So sue him. But he was as famous as his brother in his own venue. And the respect he received from those in the industry was as strong and consistent as Davin Langford’s was in his own world. But was it another bad choice?

Kiran only wanted to be happy, content. Was that too much to ask? And he thought he could. If he’d only give up his fear of rejection and ridicule, come out of his deep closet and accept the love of his costar without reservations. He didn’t want to lose Sander Mathison. But he wasn’t sure he’d ever have the courage his brother and Sander had, and show the world who he was.

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Mirror-ebook/dp/B004CYF5CI/ref=sr_1_7?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1335969755&sr=1-7

Naughty Scene:

Davin broke their kiss, needing to breath. “Liam, want you inside me…please.Need you bad…so bad.” Davin rasped. He felt Liam reach for the lube on the nightstand. They’d long since removed the need for condoms. Liam leaned back, straddling Davin’s thighs and coated his fingers and cock. Davin hissed in pleasure as Liam circled his puckered entrance and then slipped a finger deep inside him. “Yesss…” he hissed again as Liam added another and bucked his hips when Liam caressed across his prostate. He stared at Liam’s look of rapture, the pleasure on his lover’s face driving his need higher. Davin’s body shuddered as Liam worked his hole, relaxing it. He groaned at the loss of Liam’s fingers even as his lover lifted his legs up and out, opening his body for Liam’s taking. Liam’s hard cockhead bumped Davin’s entrance and then slowly Liam pushed into him. There was no pain, no burning. Liam was gentle, even in passion. When Davin felt Liam’s warm balls against his ass, Liam stilled.

Once seated completely inside his lover, Liam froze, reveling in the tight, hot embrace of Davin’s body. He could feel every ripple and heartbeat. There was nothing like it. The first time they’d made love without the condoms, Liam had cried at the intensity. Now he needed it, like he needed air. Craved it with every molecule in his body. Liam opened his eyes and stared at the gorgeous man under him. He pulled out and then thrust back in, harder, deeper and watched Davin’s face flush with rising desire. Sweat dripped from Liam’s body at the control it took not to pound into his lover with wild abandon. That would come soon enough. Now he wanted to show his love. Balls deep, Liam swiveled his hips, making his thick erection caress across Davin’s prostate incessantly. He shifted as Davin moaned, pulling his lover’s legs up over his shoulders and pulled back to drive in more forcibly. “Liam! Fuck me! Make me fly!” Davin suddenly yelled. That was what Liam was waiting for. He shifted up, spread his legs wide, grabbed Davin’s thighs  and began to snap his hips, going deeper with every thrust. “Oh, God babe!” Liam ground out, throwing his head back as his balls drew up.

Davin bucked into every thrust, whimpers escaping him at Liam’s strength. When Liam leaned back, Davin grabbed his cock with one hand and began to stroke it feverishly, his other hand wrapping around Liam’s wrist where it held his thigh, needing every contact he could make. He wanted them to come together, wanted to come with Liam. “Ah..ah…Liam! I’m there!” Davin cried out, his shaft thickening just before strings of come shot across his abdomen and chest. He heard Liam’s roar as his cock pulsed and filled Davin’s channel. Even before the aftershocks were gone, Liam pulled out and dropped down on Davin’s cock, swallowing it to the root and sucking hard. “Fuck! Liam!” Davin cried out again as his shaft thickened instantly and he came again.

Davin’s exquisite whimpers were driving Liam insane and his thrusts became manic. As he watched Davin’s cock unload, it drove him over the edge, his own orgasm making his body convulse. Before his lover could recover, Liam pulled out, his dick still throbbing and sucked Davin’s cock all the way into his throat. He worked it quickly, feeling Davin go rock hard again, and then his mouth and throat were filled with hot cream. Liam humped his own cock into the bedspread. “Uhhhh.” He moaned around Davin’s spurting cock as his own unloaded again.

Liam licked Davin clean, then rested his sweat soaked face against Davin’s inner thigh, letting his respiration and heartbeat return to normal, nuzzling Davin’s softening genitals lovingly. “You made a wet spot again, didn’t you, lover?” Davin said as he rested, running his fingers through Liam’s damp hair. Liam chuckled. “Yes.” He answered as he crawled up Davin’s body to kiss him. “You get to change the spread then.” Davin said with amusement against Liam’s lips. “Uh, but I don’t want to move.” Liam answered. “Up.” Davin said, pushing helplessly at the 200 pounds of pure muscle smashing him into the mattress. “Alright, love, but only so you can sleep with me and not my spunk.” Liam said as he rolled off Davin and stood. “I don’t mind sleeping with your spunk, babe. I just don’t like a cold, wet spot.” Davin laughed and crawled off the bed. While Davin went to clean up, Liam stripped the bed and replaced the sheets and spread with clean ones. He then went to clean up himself, caressing Davin’s ass as he walked by. Davin slipped under the covers and raised them for Liam when he returned from the bathroom. They snuggled together, Liam’s large body wrapped around Davin’s much smaller one, his soft shaft nestled tightly against Davin’s ass. “I love you.” Liam whispered into Davin’s long hair. “I love you too, Liam.” Davin answered, squeezing Liam’s arm that rested around his chest. Liam wasn’t sure what he thought about the fact he’d successfully distracted Davin from thoughts of his brother.

Bio links:

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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/C-R-Guiliano/e/B004S6TETA

Blog: http://crguiliano-author.blogspot.com/
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Winner from the TRR Erotic Romance Blog Hop is….

random.org picked the winner of the $15 ARe gift card and that is….JUNE (manning_j2004…)

 

Congratulations June. I am emailing you now. If I don’t hear from June in 3 days a new winner is picked. Thank you all for dropping by.

 

Happy Mother’s Day all

To all the mum’s out there..may your day be full of love, laughter and relaxation.

TRR’s Erotic Madness Hop-May 10th-14th & Prizes Galore

The one erotic book I fell in love with was Cherise Sinclair Club Shadowlands, a contemporary BDSM erotic romance that introduced me to the world of BDSM, scenes and more. I never knew how much I enjoyed reading that genre until I picked this up on a whim. From that day on, whenever this author has a Shadowlands story, I am immediately grabbing it ASAP. This author’s writing is tight, characters are well rounded and the story lines are amazing. If you are looking for a naughty introduction tot he world of BDSM, then Cherise Sinclair’s Shadowlands series is the perfect way to be introduced into this genre.

Just be forewarned, this is a hot and erotic series so if you don’t like bdsm then you may not like this but I encourage you to try it.

Now my prize giveaway is this…tell me your favorite erotic romance book, be it bdsm or other genre and one line why you like it. You are then entered to win a $15 gift card to All Romance Ebook Store.  Please remember to leave an email address in your comment so I can contact you in case you win.

You can space yourself out over 5 days, from May 10 to 14. The contest will start on May 10, 12:00am EST and will end on May 14, 1159pm EST.

If you are interested in this series, here is the reading order and covers. I love these covers.

The series is as follows~Club Shadowlands, Dark Citadel, Breaking Free, Lean on Me, To Command and Collar & Make Me, Sir.

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It’s Wicked Wednesday with Davee Jones

Finless by Davee Jones

Secret Cravings Publishing

http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=295

Sarah, Nathaniel, and Lily resist unconditional love as they feed primal desires. Not believing the possibility of having it all, they struggle to believe that they, the “least of these”, rightfully deserve a lifetime of love and happiness– Especially with how graphically and unconventionally they choose to express themselves.

Each of the characters comes to realize how tortured their lives have become. Violent images, dreams, and actions occur as they spiral downward into their dark lives. As they each reach a personal impasse, they must decide how they will make their lives better. In the process, they must also mend broken intimate relationships with the ones they love.

This erotic, edgy tale describes and embraces elements of s/M lifestyle. Their personal proclivities are not condemned.

If a fish does not have fins, it becomes lifeless and sinks helplessly to the bottom of the water.

Humans are exactly the same way.

WICKED SCENE—I am a true Master, a Dominant worthy of anyone’s submission. Nathaniel felt satisfying conceit returning to his veins. He deserved the gifts of Sarah, of Lily, – of anyone he chose. Little by little, he stitched his arrogance back into place around his heart and muffled any sincerity or longing for the moment. Like an annoying mosquito, he knew his conscience would return soon, so he needed to take advantage of this emotional reprieve. Sarah would deservedly receive the full brunt of his dilemma.

Sarah arrived at his office, six-fifteen on the spot. She rapped lightly on his door and he opened it immediately. He gruffly pulled her inside, shut the door, and then locked it with almost one smooth motion. She looked up at him with smoldering eyes and licked her lips. He shoved her down by the top of her head in front of him and unzipped his trousers.

He was wearing nothing underneath and his rock hard endowment pushed free of the trouser fabric, almost smacking Sarah in the face. His trousers fell to the floor. She greedily took Nathaniel into her mouth and sucked fast and hard. She took him deeply into her throat, gagging softly from the force. Sarah was so turned on by blowing Nathaniel that she impulsively brought one hand under her own skirt and touched herself between the legs. As soon as he saw her do this, he pulled her back to a standing position. “That’s my job!” he informed her brusquely.

He stepped away and ordered her to undress. Sarah did not take her time and quickly shed every stitch of clothing. Nathaniel wanted to taste her sweetness and pushed her against the door

and spread her legs. As she stood, he lowered himself to his knees and thrust his tongue onto her waiting clit. He moved his tongue languorously against the heat between her legs. She came quickly and her knees almost buckled in response.

He stood up and pushed her down to all fours and mounted her from behind. Without hesitation, he thrust his cock deep inside and moved with lightning speed in and out. The thought of Lily invaded his mind once again and in rebellion, he quickly filled Sarah with his release.

By six-thirty-five, they were finished, spent and panting from the fervency of their meeting.

Nathaniel dressed quickly and moved to the couch away from Sarah. He sat staring idly into space for a few moments before Sarah spoke, “welcome home Master.”

About the author:

Davee Jones began a career in the counseling field with her M.Ed. She then diversified and began work for the federal government. The dryness of the day to day assignments fostered the desire for her to do something more creative. Because writing was always a passion, she used every opportunity to journal and create fictional worlds with her words. She began writing short fiction and books, inspired by the events around her. Now avidly writing, in the little spare time she has, she has several other books in progress. She lives with her husband and children, who inspire her every day to live life to the fullest, with no regrets. She thanks her mother and grandmother for such strong, independent, loving examples of the kind of woman she wants to be. Her favorite Bible verse is Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

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