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Discover the worlds of Jezebel Jorge

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Blurb:

It’s Halloween and Lucy’s husband Graham has once again disappeared with his red haired mistress. But, before Odessa’s rendezvous with her beloved, she does the unthinkable and takes her daughter–the child fathered by Graham– trick-or-treating at Lucy’s house.

Lucy is a distraught until she gets another unexpected knock on her door. It’s Mark Lewis, her husband’s co-worker and the one man she’s never been able to resist.

What’s the harm in just one more illicit night with Mark? Lucy deserves that much, or does she?

Excerpt: (general audience)

 

Lucy peeled the wrapper off another chocolate and decided she’d take off her stupid store bought witch’s costume, pour herself a good stiff drink, and call it a night after reading just one more chapter. No, on second thought why wait on that drink. She poured a gin and ginger and then plopped back down on the couch with her book.

The heroine’s breasts were heaving in excitement over finally seeing the hero’s steely shaft when Lucy was rudely interrupted by that damn doorbell.

She sighed and placed the open book on the side of the couch, quickly adjusting her pointy witch’s hat before opening the door.

“Trick-or-treat!” A chubby little butterfly grinned up at her.

“What a beautiful costume.” Lucy dropped one of the good chocolates in the little girl’s plastic pumpkin treat bag.

“My Daddy says I’m the prettiest butterfly ever.”

The child’s bedazzled butterfly wings and rhinestone studded leotard and tights definitely weren’t off the rack from the five and dime Halloween aisle. Someone had put a great deal of work into crafting the perfect little girl butterfly attire. Lucy dropped an extra candy in her pumpkin. “I believe he’s right.”

“Thank you,” the little girl chirped. “Are you Daddy’s maid?”

“Excuse me?” Lucy stammered.

The little girl tilted her head and looked up at Lucy as if she were harshly judging her store bought witch’s attire. “Mommy’s more pretty than you.”

“Prettier, I’m prettier.” A tall redhead stepped out of the shadows cackling like a witch. “That’s enough, Amalie. Thank the nice lady and go on to the car.”

“I already did thank her,” the little girl said, staring up at her mom.

Lucy’s smile evaporated as the redhead pulled off the mask and they locked eyes. This wasn’t just any redhead, this was her, Graham’s mistress from across the bay.

Standing there barefoot, Lucy guessed the woman to be even taller than Graham. If not for her height, she would have been nothing more than a wisp of a girl in an almost sheer chiffon buttercup yellow gown that clung to her lanky frame. She was all hair and long legs with her red curls falling every which way in swirls of crimson.

So, this was the infamous Odessa and Graham’s illegitimate daughter; the child born from an affair with her husband. Lucy searched the little girl for traces of Graham and her breath caught in her throat when she recognized the hawkish deep-set eyes behind the mask. The child wasn’t blond and she didn’t have Graham’s dimpled smile. But, there was no denying the fact that from what she could see the little one bore a striking resemblance to Graham’s mother. She had his mother’s muddy brown hair and half-hearted smile.

“Amalie, go to the car,” the redhead repeated.

Lucy watched the little girl turn and go to a car she recognized all too well. There was no mistaking the custom gold paint job of the Mercedes that had once been owned by her husband. The child hadn’t flitted like a butterfly and she didn’t slam the car door. She moved with the same self-conscious manner that often left Lucy feeling like she’d been tiptoeing over eggshells, never doing anything exactly quite right.

Odessa smiled as she brushed away a strand of red hair, and Lucy saw the platinum band on the other woman’s ring finger. That took some nerve, faking a bond that didn’t exist. Not when it was her name beside her husband’s –‑ Graham and Lucille Edwards –‑ on the marriage license and a gorgeous two-carat ring on her own finger.

A searing heat still crept across her chest all the way up to the tips of her ears. Why at this moment of all moments, when confronted by the little trollop, did she have to have a damn hot flash? Mother Nature’s nasty way of reminding her of the years she had on the much younger other woman.

Lucy took a deep shaky breath and looked right into the redhead’s too green eyes. “You’ve got some nerve.”

“I most certainly do.”

 

Excerpt: (explicit)

 

“Slow down,” she shrieked, and not from pleasure. “You’re hurting me.”

“What’s the matter? I thought you liked my big dick.” He stopped moving and grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him. “I’m sorry you’re used to Graham’s puny little wee wee.”

She pushed away his arms, barely moving until her pussy adjusted to the girth of his cock. “Let’s leave Graham’s dick out of this.”

“As tight as you are, I’d say he hasn’t gotten anywhere near your pussy since the last time I had it. Four years is a long time to go without getting any from the wifey.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but it’s closer to four months than four years.”

“If I had a wife as hot as you I’d be hitting it every night I came home.”

His hand went to her sex and she started to relax as his fingers expertly maneuvered to just the right spot. She closed her eyes, rocking back and forth on his dick while his fingers rubbed away her inhibitions.

“I’m guessing he still couldn’t find your clit even if I drew him a map.”

Lucy slapped him across the face. She looked at her stinging hand, as surprised as he’d been by the blow.

Still working her clit, he used his other hand to pinch her nipple. “You want to play rough?” he asked, “I’ll gladly oblige.”

She tilted back her head, savoring the quick jolt of pain. That pinch unleashed something in her. She ground harder against him using his cock for her own satisfaction. His dick might have been a dildo for all she cared, and she used it as if it were. He seemed to approve, meeting her thrust for thrust, while still working over her clit with his finger.

Lucy leaned forward offering him her breast. He teased her at first, taking her right to the edge by lapping at her tits before biting down into the pale flesh of her left breast just below her heart. It was as if something snapped all the way to her very core. It wasn’t just an orgasm it was an awakening of sensations.

She froze for a moment, so in awe was she of how damn gorgeous he looked lying there beneath her. Their first time he’d been baby faced and handsome in a way that made young fans swoon as he battled her evil husband and his even nastier brother. By then she’d stopped going to the matches with Graham, but she’d occasionally watch the highlights on TV, drawn to the all American good looks of the man who fought her husband in the ring. She knew enough to know that outside the ring they all got along. She wasn’t that naïve after all, but she enjoyed that suspension of disbelief as much as any fan buying a ticket to the matches.

Mark smacked her ass, urging her to keep riding his cock. She gladly obliged, trailing a hand across the plain of his chiseled abs as she arched her back and subdued him with the strength of her sex. There wasn’t anything boyish about him anymore. As he’d matured into his thirties his body had taken on a harder edge and he’d bulked up with more muscle. It wasn’t just his body, Mark had a tough mysteriousness about him that Graham had never possessed.

It had to be that drink, she thought as she marveled over just how beautiful Mark had become. Sex with him had always been amazing. But this, this was sensation to the extreme. She could almost feel her lust for him pulsing through her veins. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Nothing. It was all so very real, yet totally unreal.

 

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About the Author:

Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch, medium, and a Reiki light worker. She describes her genre as Witch Lit – Sizzle and spice and some things Not so Nice.

Unlike most authors, the Voices running amok inside her head are sometimes spirits reaching out to tell their stories from the other side. Ghosts like to embellish just as the living, but there is usually a bit of truth entwined within her fictional stories.

 

She lives in Nashville, TN with a spoiled rotten Golden Retriever / Great Pyrenees mix named Harry Potter and Odessa, a very vocal Spirit Guide with an affinity for snakes.

 

Author Links:

 

www.jezebeljorge.com

www.witchlitchick.com

https://www.facebook.com/jezebeljorge

https://twitter.com/WitchLitChick

Pre-Order Blitz for Interviewing Wade

releaseblitzbutton_wadePre-Order Now: Interviewing Wade by K D Grace, writing as Grace Marshall (@kd_grace)

Coming 21st March! 

Blurb:

The Executive Decisions Trilogy may be over, but the story continues. Intrepid reporter, Carla Flannery, wants to interview Wade Crittenden, the secretive creative genius behind Pneuma Inc. But when, against all odds, Wade actually agrees to the interview, Carla suspects ulterior motives.

Carla has made a lot of enemies in her work and when Wade discovers she’s being stalked, he agrees to the interview to keep her close and safe. As the situation turns deadly, lives and hearts are on the line, and the interview reveals far more about both than either ever expected.

Excerpt:

Carla nodded to the chair opposite her and Wade sat down cautiously. She offered a dry smile and spoke around a mouthful of toast. ‘Chair’s not booby-trapped, food’s not poisoned. My security system’s not that good.’

When he made no reply but savoured a forkful of eggs, she joined him in devouring the feast, satisfied that after the first bite, he shovelled it in with as much relish and lack of delicate table manners as she did. With her, eating was always done in a hurry to get on with what was always way more work than she had time for, unless she was settling in for a meal with her father. She suspected he cooked for her especially for that reason. And as she watched Wade stuff half a slice of toast into his mouth in one go, she figured he was probably the same, with no one to make sure he got a good meal from time to time. Though possibly Ellis invited him over occasionally, or maybe Harris Walker and his new wife, Stacie Emerson. Apparently her culinary skills were spoken about in hush tones. Strange, but it felt good to be able to offer something to Wade, even if the idiot did show up at three in the morning.

‘Good,’ he said, at last, covering his full mouth with the paper towel she’d given him in lieu of the napkins she didn’t have.

‘Thanks. You think this is good, you should see me make Pop Tarts.

‘I like Pop Tarts,’ he said.

‘The secret is,’ she leaned across the table, ‘you’ve got to get the toaster set just right. And then afterwards,’ he leaned closer with wrapped attention, ‘afterwards I put butter on ‘em and stick ‘em in the microwave until it melts.’

Wade’s eyes were huge and very green in the kitchen lighting. He looked dead serious, as though she had just given him her secret for cold fusion. ‘I never thought about melting the butter on them in the microwave,’ he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ‘But I find that I do like mine so that the little pastry edges are just beginning to get almost too brown.’

Christ! Were they actually talking about Pop Tarts? She laughed. ‘I like ‘em almost burnt, but I know that’s a matter of personal taste. My Dad likes his just barely warm.’

He lowered his head and went back to shovelling eggs.

She popped the last of her bacon into her mouth and spoke around it. ‘So tell me, is Fort Flannery as unassailable as my father assured me, or are we in need of an upgrade?’

He drained his glass of orange juice and pushed back from the table. ‘Your father did a good job. I didn’t have to do hardly anything.’

‘He’ll be glad to hear that,’ she said. ‘Sorry you had to waste your valuable time in the wee hours. I know how busy you are.’

‘Yes, well, it was on my mind. If you’ll let me see your Android, I’ll give it a little upgrade too.’

‘Will I be able to watch Russian porn on it?’ she asked.

‘Japanese and Chinese porn as well, if you like.’ There was that quirk of a smile that she really would love to eat right off his face.

‘And I’ll assume you’ve given it a test-drive.’

To her delight, the smile didn’t disappear, even though the blush was hot on those chiselled cheeks. ‘I’m my own best guinea pig.’

‘Wade Crittenden, that borders on too much information, but in the interest of consumer protection and all, I thank you.’ The blush grew, but the smile stayed put as she offered him a salute and went into her bedroom to get the device.

She returned to find that he’d shed his hoodie and was filling the sink with soapy water, his broad back mantling the counter like a giant bird of prey. For a second her stomach bottomed at the sight of Wade Crittenden doing dishes at her sink. She stood, Android crushed to her chest, feeling flushed and slightly off-balance. His t-shirt was a loose fit, misshapen and short in the back from too many washings for something that should have migrated to the rag drawer some time ago, and when he reached across the sink to add still more soap, the shirt rode up to reveal the slim line of his back and the muscles where his hips joined his torso just above the swell of his buttocks. The baggy jeans gave enough of an intimation of that swelling to leave Carla breathless and hot enough to want to throw off her own hoodie and splash herself with the soapy water in which he was nearly elbow-deep.

As though he sensed her watching, he turned, slopped water down the front of his shirt and onto his jeans and uttered a surprised curse.

Without thinking she rushed to his side, dropping the device on the table. ‘You don’t have to do that,’ she managed, in a breathless gasp. ‘Sometimes I go for weeks without ever washing so much as a coffee cup.’ She stretched around him, grabbed for a dish towel and offered it to him instead of patting him dry herself, which was what she really wanted to do.

He reached for the towel, holding her gaze. ‘You cook for me, I do the clean-up for you. Fair’s fair.’ His hand slid into the cloth and around her fingers as he drew it to his chest. His breath caught, his lips parted as though to speak, and God help her, she couldn’t resist, she leaned into him on tippy-toe and planted a kiss firmly on his mouth. She only meant for it to be a friendly peck, a way of saying thanks for checking up on her and for doing the dishes, but his other hand, covered with soapy water, swooped in and grabbed the front of her hoodie reeling her to him. Then he curled his fingers in the tangle of her wild hair and cradled the back of her head, pulling her still further up on her toes. ‘Oh God,’ he whispered, his tongue darting deep, his lips, soft and hard and bruising all at the same time, meeting hers in a clash of wills and a heroic effort to get closer and deeper. ‘Oh God, Carla, why did you do that,’ he gasped against her mouth.

‘Just being friendly,’ she managed, before the tongue sparring got serious. He gave the towel a toss and yanked down the zipper of her hoodie, shoving it off onto the floor, his hands skimming her breasts in his efforts, thumbs lingering to rake her nipples that were already painful in their peaking. His jeans might have been loose, but they were not loose enough to disguise his erection, and he didn’t seem to care. Both hands slid to cup her bottom and he lifted her, settling her onto the kitchen table, pushing her legs apart with his knees and moving in between her thighs as she went to work on his fly.

‘I have lots of friends,’ he breathed. ‘None of them do that to me.’

‘How about this,’ she said biting his lower lip and sliding her hand down inside his boxers. ‘Do they do this?’

‘No,’ he returned the nip. ‘Never, none of them.’ For a second he faltered. ‘Carla, I –’

‘Shut up, Wade. I don’t wanna hear it.’ This time she bit his tongue before she took his hand and guided it down into her baggy sweat bottoms and into her own boxers.

 

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Author Bio: 

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include The Initiation of Ms HollyFulfilling the ContractThe Pet Shop and To Rome with Lust. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention onViolet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive DecisionIdentity Crisis and The Exhibition are all available. Interviewing Wade, a follow up novel to the trilogy, is coming soon.

Find K D Here:

Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk

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Coming in late June-New Free Read!

Check out my gorgeous cover for my upcoming free read, Moonlight Masquerade, coming mid to late June 2014,
 

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Moonlight Masquerade was formally in the anthology, On Valentine’s Day.
Contemporary M/M Short Story
*Please note this is an erotic story*
 
It’s Valentine’s weekend and for Skylar Everclear, it’s a holiday he wishes he could forget. Mysterious roses keep popping up on his doorstep. No idea what is going, a little disturbed by this secret admirer, he tries to forget it all since he just got rid of the latest line of loser boyfriends and just wants to do his job at the local bakery. But when he meets his new neighbor, Marc Douglas, he finds himself drawn to the quiet young man even as he tries to not let his libido take over. But on Valentine’s Day, a mysterious rose again pops up with a note to meet his admirer that night. Will Skylar take a chance that love is right there waiting for him?
 
I will be announcing when it is free on Amazon, ARe and Smashwords. Keep an eye on my blog and website for more info.

Fantasies Unbound is on tour

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Join me as I go on tour this week with my paranormal Erotic Romance, Fantasies Unbound, from Aug. 19th to 23rd.

Enter the raffelcopter to be entered to win a signed tote bag filled with goodies from candles to chocolate and more from me.

Plus it is $0.99 at Secret Cravings this week only! If you haven’t read it yet, this is the perfect time to grab it!

Blog tour stops schedule

Aug 19: Books Reviews by Xunaira J. (Review)
Aug 20: Deal Sharing Aunt
Aug 21: BookwormBridgette’s World
Aug 21: Evie Knight | Wickedly Sexy Romance
Aug 22: Bunny’s Book Reviews
Aug 22: Indy Book Fairy (Review)
Aug 23: Harlie’s Books (Review)

 

Final Day of Swept Away Blog Hop/Contest

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It is the final day of the Swept Away Valentine’s Blog Hop and I hope you have enjoyed my posts.

To find the list of participants on the blog hop, please go to  http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

Okay, my prize is a $10 Siren-Bookstrand gift card and all you need to do is leave a comment on any or all of my posts these past four days along with your email address in case you win I have a way to contact you to be entered. I will draw the winner on Feb 19th to give people time to enter and find the posts.

Now for my final posting I am giving you a sneak peek into my upcoming futuristic menage (m/m/f). This is my ode to Firefly along with my love for anything Captain Jack from the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. :-) Welcome to Space Pirates: Bounty.

This is a work in progress and may change once it is edited.

Space Pirates: Bounty by Raine Delight

Science fiction/futuristic Menage (m/m/f)

Will be submitted in the next two months and this may change after editing.

Can one woman find a way to save her friend while falling in love with the sexiest space pirates this side of the galaxy?

Kara Griffin is determined to save her friend, Reggie from the alien slavers but what she finds is a love with two of the hottest space pirates this side of the galaxy. Capt. Rafe Gregory and his first mate, Tyrese are shocked to find a woman stow away on their ship but soon find themselves falling for this feisty earthling. The chase is on…the question is who won’t win but who will fall fast and hard when these three come together in passion and desire.

Teaser Snippit:

Year 2240

Kara Griffan tried to keep her mind active as she searched for any life on the top of Earth to be aware of, the sand dunes looked endless and after several years of trying to make a life after the disaster that ended life as she knew, it was hard to understand how it could have gotten this bad or change this much. Before the disaster, she used to work in NYC as a Wall Street Trader. She loved the bustling plazas and the way the city sounded made life so rich and full. It was pure heaven as far as she was concerned until her father begged her to come home when the doom and gloom scientists told of an impending disaster. It wasn’t until after her father’s death that she was able to leave and check out what he built in case of a disaster. She was cleaning out the house for the real estate agent to sell so she could get back to her life when the disaster struck. Luckily she was able to get to the bunker with her friends and was able to survive though two of their group of five didn’t after walking outside soon after the blast. It was enough to discourage anyone from stepping foot outside for the interim.

The continuous blowing sand and wilting hot sun hitting Kara’s head made her eyes water and her body felt like she walked a thousand miles. She trudged on, never giving up on getting to her friend, Reggie’s place when she felt the back of her neck prick with an awareness that made her slow her steps and try to hide in the dunes. The blowing sand made it hard for her to see clearly but soon she saw in a quick clearing that a ship was perched over her friend Reggie’s place and then she heard the screams. Those terrified screams of a woman trying to fight something and losing. Heart pounding like a locomotive, Kara tried to see who or what was going on but the damn sand flying around made it hard to see anything at all. Then before she could assimilate everything, the ship flew up and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Leaving a silence that made goose bumps rise on her arms and her heart pound in fright.

“REGGIE” Kara screamed as the wind howled around her, blowing sand in her eyes, making them water and burn. Please be there! Oh god, please…Please…Please! The last thought she had was please don’t let it be the raiders. Kara raced across the sand, unmindful of the sand that tried to suck her down or that she was too late to save anyone.  Reggie’s place was in utter shambles, tables knocked over, clothes scattered and what looked like blue goo bubbled on the wall.  No Reggie greeted her call as she tried to find her friend.

“REGGIE!!! Come on out…please!” Kara called as she searched frantically amid the destruction; all the while praying under her breath for a miracle that she knew deep down may be futile. All it took was the empty destroyed house to show Kara that those raiding pirates found another survivor to steal and this time it looked that they were determined to take every one of them before the Earth dies a true death. Shaking her head, she tried to still the racing of her heart but it was hard. Who would they hit next? How did they know where to look? Did they have look out crews to pin point where the next batch of victims were? It was a terrifying puzzle that had Kara scared to the depths of her soul. Everything she knew of aliens and life on other planets was from Hollywood movies and they are about as truthful as the Easter Bunny. Who these raiders were, she didn’t know but she was damned sure about to find out.

It’s Mancandy Monday-NSFW

Special Earth Day Hotties to enjoy

Happy Earth Day all and enjoy these outdoors men to brighten your Earth day. :-)

 

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