Friday, August 23, 2019

Teaser ~ for Unleashing the Woman Within (A Mystic Museum Novella) by Loc Glin

Unleashing the Woman Within
The Mystic Museum Series 3
By Loc Gliln
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 20,900
Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Categories: Erotic Romance (MF), BDSM, Contemporary, paranormal elements, HEA

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Rowena Milestone, corporate executive, has an accomplished career. Yet one thing eludes her. Try as she might she can’t seem to have an orgasm even though she likes sex. Her position in the corporate man’s world tends to intimidate her dates. They perform well enough in bed, but they just don’t push her over the edge, until she meets Stephen.

Stephen Sloan has a secret. He belongs to a very special, no holds barred, anything goes sex club. He never thought he’d meet anyone like Rowena there, so he wanted to believe her outrageous story that she didn’t know how she’d gotten there. When she disappeared without a trace he knew she’d been telling the truth. Now armed with three pieces of information he is determined to find her.

Rowena was devastated when the curator of the museum couldn’t help. Minerva had said, "If the universe is willing, he will come to you." Fat chance she has of that happening.

Here is the premise for the Mystic Museum Series

Minerva’s Mystic Museum is located in New York City. Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny. Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives.

Set up for the teaser: Rowena finds herself in a special “club.” She has no idea how she got there or what kind of place it is.

“Stephen, please don’t do this,” she pleaded as he put the blindfold over her eyes. “Stephen!” she shouted in a panic.

“It will be okay, baby. Just don’t try to take it off. You will make it really hard on yourself if you do. They want you blindfolded for their own reasons. Don’t give them an excuse to punish you.”

“More spanking?” she asked, horrified.

“Spanking, or worse. They may prefer the crop or the whip. We all know how to use them in a way that won’t break the skin. Just to let you know, it stings like hell. It makes my spanking feel like a caress.” He kissed her cheek. “I will try to get myself scheduled for later. Maybe I can do a trade. Remember your safe word.” He kissed her again and touched her hair. “Try to relax.”

She heard the door open and close. “Stephen!” she screamed. “Please don’t leave me.”

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Monday, August 19, 2019

Annabelle Anders ~ presents ~ The Perfect Spinster

Title: The Perfect Spinster
Author: Annabelle Anders
Genre: Romance
Series: The not so saintly sisters #2

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Miss Olivia Redfield labors under no misapprehension that anything other than spinsterhood lies in her future. Not for lack of dowry, or breeding, or education, but because of one tiny flaw.... one might even call it... a curse. Removed from society for this ill-fated defect, she’s resigned herself to caring for others in a somewhat dreary existence. Until, that is, she falls for the charming but unattainable, Lord Kingsley.

Gabriel Fellowes, Earl of Kingsley is doing a favor for a friend by overseeing the dangerous–– but promising––mine on the border of Viscount Hallowell’s property. With time to spare, he finds himself irresistibly intrigued by the viscount’s daughter, Miss Olivia Redfield, and delights himself in their mutual provocation. In no position to promise more than a dalliance, but unable to stay away, Gabriel takes the unprecedented step of befriending a woman.

Their flirtatious attachment threatens to erupt in passion, but duty and honor forbid anything more. Will love be defeated when tragedy strikes, or can Olivia and Gabriel overcome Society’s dictates and put the notion of Olivia’s curse to rest once and for all?

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Not moving his gaze from her face, he lifted the dandelion and traced it along the curve of her cheek.

Her chin.

And then her lips.

“Is this what friends do, Gabriel?” Her smile faded as she gazed back at him.

Friends? No. The thoughts in his mind had nothing to do with friendship.

And then she sighed and turned her face away. “I’ve never had a male friend before. Do you have many lady friends?”

He’d never been interested in friendship with the ladies of his acquaintance. Pursuing such with most ladies of the ton might be considered dangerous.

Nonetheless, he had taken risks with a few widows and of course, some select lady birds of the demi monde. “A few.” He answered vaguely, drawing the petals along the corner of her eye now.

“Friends do not kiss, do they Gabriel?”

He chuckled. “Generally, no.”

But then he trailed the flower to the pink flesh of her lips, and when her mouth parted for him, all thoughts of laughter fled.

“You wish to kiss me now, don’t you?” Her voice dropped to almost a whisper and her slightly hooded gaze met his with unabashed honesty. “I am not mistaken. You are very close to me. There is something…” Her voice trailed off as she seemed to search for the words.

“Something?” Her innocence delighted him.

“Heavy.” She said. “Warm.”

“In the air?”

“No.” Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You.”

About the Author
Nominated for the prestigious 2019 RITA® Historical Romance Award, Annabelle Anders writes the stories that will make you swoon…

Married to the same man for over 25 years, She is a mother to
three children and two Miniature Wiener dogs

After owning a business and experiencing considerable success, She and her husband got caught in the financial crisis and lost everything; their business, their home, even their car.

At this point, She put my B.A. in Poly Sci to use and took work as a waitress and bartender.

Unwilling to give up on a professional life, she simultaneously went back to college and obtained a degree in Energy Management.

And then the energy market dropped off.

And then her dog died.

We can only be grateful for this series of unfortunate events, for, with nothing to lose and completely demoralized, she sat down and began to write the romance novels which had until then, existed only in her imagination.

She is happy to have found her place in life.



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Friday, August 16, 2019

Teaser ~ for Dulce Isle (A Mystic Museum Novella) by Loc Glin

Dulce Isle
The Mystic Museum Series 2
By Loc Glin
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 22,360
Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre (M/M/F), paranormal elements, HEA

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Adrian Asorio can't seem to move on after the death of his beloved wife Angelina. While trying to fill the lonely hours in his empty life, he discovers Minerva's Mystic Museum. A painting of a female artist painting a nude male model fascinates him. He finds himself thinking about, and wanting, the male model. He begins to question his sexuality.

Adrian is chosen as this full moon's mystic walker. He is transported to Dulce Isle where he meets Jon and Rosa in the flesh. Adrian must confront his newly discovered sexual orientation and overcome the guilt he feels.

Rosa DeVario and Jon Balentine shared a life with Rosa’s husband, Leon. When Leon died, both were heartbroken. Without Leon as their common denominator, Jon has reverted to his "loving men only" lifestyle, leaving Rosa without a partner.

Will Adrian's arrival on Dulce Isle be the answer that mends three tattered and broken lives? The universe has provided the opportunity…Adrian's heart holds the key.

Here is the premise for the Mystic Museum Series

Minerva’s Mystic Museum is located in New York City. Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny. Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives.

Set up for the teaser – Adrian is regaining consciousness. Minerva has transported him to Dulce Isle. The copper curls belong to Rosa. Rosa is the woman in the painting he was drawn to in the Mystic Museum.

Adrian moaned. He opened his eyes. A mass of dark-copper-colored curls and waves filled his vision. “Angelina?” He reached for the hair. “No, not Angelina,” he said. His heart filled with sadness.

“Who is Angelina? Maybe we can find her for you?” Jon asked. Adrian tried to sit up. “Here, let me help.” Jon lifted Adrian into a sitting position and sat down next to him, their bodies touching.

Adrian looked at Jon. “I remember you. You helped me.” Adrian winced. “I guess I passed out.”

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Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Lucy Felthouse - presents - Chasing the Chambermaid

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Chasing the Chambermaid
by Lucy Felthouse
(@cw1985) #reverseharem #rh #whychoose

Can an exciting new outlook on life help Connie heal her damaged heart?

Connie White is running away from an abusive relationship. Fear and desperation have driven her to Bowdley Hall Hotel in the Scottish Highlands, where, despite an unceremonious start, she appears to have fallen on her feet. The owner, Frances McKenzie, is kind and understanding, and seems happy for Connie to hide out in her hotel for a while.

With a roof over her head and a job as a chambermaid, Connie is in a better situation than she could ever have hoped for. Her workmates seem nice, but she’s determined to keep them at arm’s length. After all, how can she form connections if she’s unwilling to divulge anything about herself?

Her apparent mysteriousness doesn’t faze her gorgeous new colleagues Will MacIntyre, Nico Moretti, and Ashley Fox. All three show a keen interest in her, but Connie has absolutely no intention of going there. She hasn’t fled one relationship, only to get involved with someone else, no matter how gorgeous. She simply isn’t ready for that.

When an epiphany of sorts makes her realise she’s living a half-life by keeping herself so cut off from everyone, she finally lets someone in. That someone shows her there can be something between singledom and a full-on relationship. And when casual dating is on the cards, anything is possible…

Note: This novella has been previously published as part of the Duty Bound anthology.

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Only the slop, slop, slopping sound of her painfully slow footsteps through the thick, sucking mud convinced Connie White she was actually making any progress. Her limbs and extremities had long since gone so numb that she couldn’t be sure otherwise.

Come on, Con, just a little bit further. That sign said something about an estate, and an estate means buildings. A bloody cowshed will do—anything for some respite from this infernal sodding weather.

She pushed on for several more minutes, then gasped with shock and relief when her next step met not with sloppy mud or waterlogged grass, but a track. A rough track, but a track nonetheless. And it had to lead somewhere, surely? It ran left to right across the line she’d been taking, so Connie had to make a decision. Which way would lead her to… something? She was already soaked to the skin and freezing cold, so a couple of seconds of rumination wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference to her physical state. She really didn’t want to end up going in the wrong direction and heading further away from any semblance of civilisation.

She took a breath and remembered her gran’s—long since dead, bless her—nonsensical motto—or one of them, anyway: If in doubt, turn left.

Connie shrugged, and another of her gran’s daft phrases flitted into her brain. In for a penny, in for a pound.

She hoiked her backpack higher, hunched her shoulders against the relentless wind and rain, and turned left. Moments later, she was rewarded as the hulking shape of a building appeared from the sheets of wind-buffeted rain. Excitement gave her a burst of energy, spurring her on. Fifty feet. Forty. Twenty-five. God, what was this place? It looked so old and decrepit the Vikings could have left it behind. Doesn’t matter. If it provides even a modicum of shelter, it’s an improvement on where you slept last night. The wooden bench on the tiny village’s green hadn’t exactly been the warmest or most comfortable place to lay her head. And she shuddered to think about what would have happened if someone unsavoury had happened across her, alone and vulnerable. She’d been very glad to wake up and hurriedly continue on her journey that morning.

The last few feet went by in a blur of motion, her body still numb and not entirely under her control. At least the track was easier to walk on. It wasn’t particularly smooth, but at least it wasn’t trying to pull off her walking boots, like the sucking mud had been.

Finally, she burst through the building’s heavy door, only the adrenaline pumping in her veins making it possible to even shift the thing. Fuck, I’m exhausted.

The last thing she remembered was shucking off her backpack and slamming the door against the elements. Then silence.

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves, Hiding in Plain Sight and The Heiress’s Harem series. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 170 publications to her name. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Join her Facebook group for exclusive cover reveals, sneak peeks and more! Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter here:

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Friday, August 9, 2019

Teaser ~ for Howling at the Moon (A Mystic Museum Novella) by Loc Glin

Howling at the Moon
The Mystic Museum Series
By Loc Glin
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 21,593
Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Categories: Erotic Romance, Ménage a Trois/Quatre (MFMM), Paranormal, Shape-shifter, HEA

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Carolyn, lonely and heartbroken after being dumped by yet another boyfriend who told her she needs to loosen up in bed, escapes her empty apartment. On the night of a full moon she visits Minerva’s Mystic Museum.

Minerva recognizes her pain and provides her with the opportunity to change her life. The full moon has chosen Carolyn as a mystic walker.

Carolyn’s dormant sexuality is awakened by three handsome shape-shifters. Jacob, caring and nurturing, lures her into his world. Milo, impetuous and rough, awakens unknown desire. Sven, cold and reserved, tests her mettle. Will she choose to walk on the wild side with the wolf pack and become their female? Will she be able to convince Sven that she is worthy and should be given the opportunity to join the pack? Will Sven’s fear of losing another mate destroy the future of the pack? Or will Carolyn choose to return to the normal life she’d come to see as her due?

Here is the premise for the Mystic Museum Series

Minerva’s Mystic Museum is located in New York City. Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny. Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives.


“What the hell are you thinking, bringing a woman here?” Sven nearly shouted when they reached the edge of the porch. “Have you forgotten what happened the last time a woman was here? Are you out of your mind?” He gripped the railing encasing the porch and rocked.

“She’s more than a woman. I’m pretty sure you know that.” Jacob paced.

“I know it, you know it and Milo knows it, but does she know it?” Sven pushed away from the railing.

“I don’t know,” Jacob sighed.

“Well, I’m here to tell you, she doesn’t. She doesn’t have a clue. She will hightail it out of here so fast your head will spin. I can smell fear all over her.”

“So maybe she’s a little afraid. What’s so wrong with that?” Jacob tried to defend Carolyn.

“I take it you want to make her our mate. She doesn’t have the backbone for the three of us. We need a strong female if our pack is to prosper. She has to choose all three of us. Do you think she will do that? And all three of us must agree. We cannot commit to anything less…We agreed about that. I say no.”

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Loni Ree ~ presents ~ Sideswiping Mr. Lane

Title: Sideswiping Mr. Lane 
Author: Loni Ree 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Series: Fielding-Stone Gallery Book One

When Trevor Lane’s car is sideswiped in the parking lot of the Fielding-Stone Gallery, all he wants is to figure out who caused the damage and make them pay. A quick stop at the gallery changes his life forever.
Cassidy Landon never thought her Saturday morning painting class would turn into a date with the hottest guy she’s ever seen. When her hot date turns out to be, Mr. Lane, her employer of the last two years, things get really interesting.
Love for Cassie sideswipes Mr. Lane, and he forgets all about his car and worries about keeping his girl.

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Loni Ree, a very busy mom of six, loves to read becauhe finds that reading helps her escape the chaos of everyday life. She loves quick, red-hot reads that are on the excessive side. Writing is a passion of hers, so Loni decided to share the stories floating around in her mind. Her short, steamy stories are a little over the top because she believes reading should be an escape from real life. Her steamy romances turn Alphaholes intose s Pussycats and always have a happily ever after, guaranteed!

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Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Amber Lloyd - a guest post and her novel - House Mother

Author bio: 
Amber Lloyd is my pen name but for me it's much more than that. It's often hard to separate the author Amber Lloyd from the character I write about in my books. My life is so different from Amber's that when I was asked to produce a Bio for my books I was torn between the one I created for my alter ego and my real life. When I compared the two I realized that no one would be the least bit interested in the one over the other so I wrote what you see below. I will let you decide which one you think I chose.

I was born and raised in a small town in upstate New York called Monticello. It's mostly a farm community and if you didn't know the true latitude, you would think you were somewhere in the deep south. The city is a bastion of country western music complete with men in cowboy hats and women wearing jeans and shit kicking boots.

I was a gawky kid who loved climbing trees and riding horses. My parents were not country people. They lived in the city and worked as marketing specialists. My dad groomed me to join them in their business and convinced me to pursue a college course that would introduce me to the world of marketing. They wanted me to stay close by and apply to SUNY at New Paltz but I had a different idea. I chose the only college a good distance away from Hee Haw New York that would accept my less than stellar high school grades and SAT scores.

The College I chose was in Kansas where I met my husband. Ron was a year ahead of me and when he graduated, he convinced me to move to Oklahoma and become his wife. The marriage didn't work out for either of us. Unlike the character in my book, Ron is a good guy, but I don't think I ever loved him. We had very different ideas about life and love and it was more my faults and issues than his that destroyed our relationship.

My move to Florida was not as much an escape as a running home to my parents who had moved from New York to Clearwater. My tom-boy youth took over and I got a job as a deputy Sheriff. I lived with my parents for several years until I could get my own place. I manage to sprinkle some of my law enforcement experience into my books and base some of my characters on people I met or had to deal with on the job. My descriptions of Amber's escape and the rest of the story is my fictional account of what I imagined would have happened if I was her, but alas I am me, and all I get to do is write about her exciting life as the House Mother.

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The Importance of Friendship

Real friendships are rare and require commitment and responsibility to maintain. My character Amber Lloyd never had a real friend before she met Sheila, the high-priced madam, who resides in her building. They became friends almost immediately for a number of reasons related to their circumstances. Both women are viewed with scorn in the building occupied mostly by older wealthy residents. Sheila is attractive in her early forties and dresses well when she goes out but often dresses inappropriately in the building.
The building has its gossip mavens who are always looking down their noses at what Sheila and Amber are doing. Sheila helps Amber negotiate the complexities of living in the upscale building, but her motivation for helping Amber is in question. Sheila may want more than friendship and tries to seduce Amber into a lesbian relationship. 
Their friendship grows because they are co-conspirators of sorts, partners in a world of sex that only they can define. Amber doesn't know how she feels about Sheila's sexual advances, but somehow it doesn't matter. There is no reason to put a name to their friendship. No reason to secure their relationship into its proper sexual box. It simply is what it is and all that matters is that it continues to give both women what they need.

All Amber Lloyd wanted was a new start. With her abusive ex-husband a thing of the past and a modest divorce settlement in the bank, the future looked hopeful.

But as Amber quickly finds out, a young woman making it alone in a new city is much more expensive than she initially thought, and with no work experience, her options are limited. When an unusual job offer presents itself, Amber is hesitant, but her financial situation leaves her with few other choices.

Amber soon finds herself living the life of luxury as House Mother to five middle-aged men, but what initially seemed to be a straightforward contract turns out to be more complicated than she bargained for as each of the men comes with his own set of sexual problems. Is Amber in over her head or has she found her true calling?

House Mother is a crazy ride into the world of sexual dysfunction told first-person by a woman with compassion and empathy for her clients. Some are more damaged than others, but they all have one thing in common - they all need the unique services provided by the House Mother.

Excerpt from House Mother: The Contract
“Stick with me, girl. I’ll help you put some sting in that already deadly bod of yours. Work out with me a few weeks and watch them muscles pop.”

“I’d like that. When do you usually come here?”

“You tell me and we’ll make it our thing.”

“Is ten o’clock good for you?” I said as I grabbed an over-sized towel and wrapped it around my body. Sheila remained naked.

“Ten is good,” she said. “Let’s hit the steam room.” She took my hand and walked me to the stainless steel door with its fogged up window. Inside she took a ladle, dipped it into the water trough and poured it over the large round rocks in the corner of the room. The steam rose quickly, and in minutes I couldn’t see the nose in front of my face. “You won’t need this in here,” she said, taking the suddenly heavy towel from me and tossing it into the fog. Sheila guided me with her arm around my waist to a low bench. She had me sit, then sat next to me so close her right leg and buttocks were pressing against mine. I felt her hand on my breast.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Just seeing what we have to work with. Your breasts are nice and firm,” she said as she continued to massage them. She teased my nipples, and I knew she wasn’t checking my fat content.

“I like men,” I said. “I mean I’ve never…”

She stopped me. “I like men too. I wouldn’t be in the business I’m in if I didn’t like men. I also like women. The way I figure it, I like sex, and it’s a shame to discount half the population because the plumbing is wrong.”

“I don’t think I can. I mean.”

“Does this feel good?” she said as she went to my left breast and suckled it gently. I had to admit she knew what she was doing. Her hand dropped to my vagina and her fingers found my opening. It felt weird to have another woman touch me like this but I had to admit what she was doing was getting me very excited. Sheila let go my breast and came up to my mouth and kissed me deeply. Her kiss was warm and animated, and I was unable to do anything but let her take my mouth. Meanwhile her hand was working my clitoris so well she had me close to orgasm. I was about to come when she said, “Should I stop?” She knew she had taken me beyond the point of no return. She knew I needed to complete what she had started. I didn’t answer, and she went back down to my left breast as her busy fingers did their magic on my engorged clit. I felt myself climbing toward an explosive finish when the steam room door opened and someone came in.

“Let it go,” she whispered. I had no choice, but holding my scream was difficult, almost painful. The door opened again, and I saw the shadow of whoever it was leave. I let out a gasp as Sheila continued to do a number on me with her mouth on my breast and fingers in my very wet center. When she knew I was done, she put her sloppy fingers to her lips and came close enough for me to see. She said, “You taste delicious,” as she slipped them into her mouth and sucked.

“I think I should go,” I said.

“Look, I get it. You’re not into women. It’s okay. I promise I won’t try to seduce you again, but I’d like us to be friends. If I mind my manners, can we be friends?” She asked.

“I’d like that,” I said, meaning it. I haven’t had a best friend since high school and living alone here has been hard without someone to talk to. I knew I didn’t have to worry about telling Sheila anything I needed to get off my chest. I even thought maybe she could help me with some of my guy problems, her being in the business and all.

“Good,” she said. “Tomorrow at ten.”
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