Friday, November 30, 2018

Loc Glin ~ presents ~ The Curse of Winford Manor

The Curse of Winford Manor
by Loc Glin
Genre: Mainstream Romance
Heat Rating: SENSUAL
Word Count: 44,821
Categories: Historical Paranormal Romance (MF), Time Travel, HEA

Leslie Braddock feels responsible for her husband’s death. She is having trouble reentering the dating scene. Leslie travels back in time where she meets Sir James.

Sir James Winford is a three-time widower. He believes he is cursed, and is certain death to any woman he loves. He has vowed never to love again.

Emily, the ghost of Sir James's first wife has unfinished business, and still lingers at Winford Manor. She wants to see her husband happy, and she wants to bring her murderer to justice.

Rose has loved Sir James since childhood. She must live with the unspeakable things she has done trying to make James see her as more than a child. She believes she is close to achieving that goal when Leslie shows up.

Leslie and Sir James share the experience of losing a loved one. Will Leslie be the woman to break the curse? Or will she be just another victim.

“Sit down, dear. I trust you slept well last night.”

Leslie put her coffee next to her plate. “Well, actually, something woke me in the middle of the night. Is this house haunted?” She slipped into the chair and settled in next to Margaret.

Margaret almost choked on her toast. She took a swallow of tea to wash it down. “I don’t think so, dear,” she lied.

“Are you okay?” Leslie asked.

“I’m fine, dear. Your question just caught me off guard, that’s all.”

“You believe in ghosts, Leslie?” Rose smiled a malicious smile. “They don’t exist, you know,” she said in a superior tone.

“Not exactly, but I do believe there are things in this world that can’t be explained. Who’s to say what is or isn’t so.”

“Quite right,” Sir James agreed.

Rose frowned and shot a look of pure hatred at Leslie.

“Well, if there are ghosts, I certainly hope they’re friendly.” Margaret winked at Emily.

“He always was a freethinker,” Emily said.

“Yes, I know,” Margaret agreed.

“What was that, Mother?”

“Oh nothing, dear, just thinking out loud.”

“You do quite a bit of that lately,” Rose said snidely.

“We all have our bad habits,” Margaret said. She looked at Rose. I wish I could prove what you’ve done. She took a sip of tea to drown the words she longed to say and to cover her annoyance.

James was standing by the table looking out the window. “Mother, it’s a lovely day. Would you like to go for a drive and maybe a picnic?”

“That’s a nice idea, dear, but Rose and I are going to town today.”

“Then I shall go riding.”

“Horseback riding?” Leslie asked. Excitement filled her voice.

“Of course, dear, what else would he ride?”

“I love horseback riding,” Leslie said.

“Would you like to join me? We could make a day of it. I haven’t had company on a ride in a long time. It would be a pleasant change.” Her brown eyes were sparkling and her cheeks dimpled slightly as she answered.

“Could I? I’d love that.” Leslie smiled.

Rose pressed her lips together. “Excuse me,” she said.

“Margaret, I will see you in a little while.” Rose moved past James and to the door. “Be careful, James, riding can be dangerous. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to our guest.” She paused and waited for his reply.

“Don’t worry, Rose, I will take good care of Leslie. You and Mother have a nice day.” He spared only a moment for a casual smile before returning his attention to Leslie. “I shall meet you in the stables. Will an hour give you enough time to dress?”

“More than enough.” Leslie looked first to Rose and then to James. She could see the jealousy all over Rose’s face. She could see Rose fighting to control her temper. She looked at Margaret. It appeared that no one else noticed.

Margaret watched Rose turn and leave in a snit.

“This girl will be good for him, Margaret,” Emily said.

“Do you think so?” Margaret whispered into her teacup.

“I do.”

* * * *

Leslie looked at the riding habit the maid just handed her. “I’m supposed to wear this?” She made a face showing her dislike.

“Yes, miss.”

“Even the hat?” She looked at the maid hopefully.

The maid concealed a smile. She shrugged and curtsied as she left the room.

Leslie was sure it was comfortable enough. Christ, the seat of the pants was padded. But look at the size of the hips. They would stick out a mile. She would wear the blouse, the jacket, the boots, the gloves, and the hat if she had to, but the pants were out.

A few minutes later she was rushing down the stairs and out of the house.

Leslie waved as she hurried across the yard.

Those blue pants stopped James dead in his tracks. The horse bumped him from behind.

She was breathing deeply. “I didn’t want to be late.”

“You didn’t have to run.”

“That wasn’t running.” She tucked a loose strand of hair under the ridiculous hat. She adjusted the hat on her head.

“I would have waited.” He held the halter and rubbed the horse’s nose.

“Thank you for that. Where’s my horse? I’m ready to saddle him.” She almost rubbed her hands together in her excitement.

“You don’t have to saddle your horse. Why would you think that?”

“I’m used to it. I always saddled Corky.”


“The horse my father let me ride as a kid.”

“You have ridden a lot, then?”

“Not so much in recent years. But I did my fair share back then.”

The groom was bringing out her mount, a docile little mare. She frowned when she saw it.

“You don’t like Lady?” James asked.

“Lady is fine, but I was hoping for something more challenging. If you are riding that”—Leslie nodded toward the beautiful Bay—“I will be hard pressed to keep up on her.”

“Can you jump?” James asked.


“And you’d like a mount with some spirit?”


“I probably shouldn’t do this. The Colonel’s horse is a handful. But now that you’ve gotten me thinking about it, I would enjoy a good run,” he said. “Evers, saddle Spartacus,” he called to the groom.

“Spartacus?” she repeated.

“Spartacus is a bit feisty. He doesn’t belong to me, but I’m sure the Colonel won’t mind. Evers has a hard time handling him, so he doesn’t get much exercise. You may ride my mount, Kadin.”

“Spartacus will do just fine. If he lives up to his name, we will do well together.”

“You are familiar with the story of the Roman slave Spartacus?”

“A little bit, and I liked the movie.”

“Movie? You do have an odd way of speaking, Miss Leslie.”

Oh shit, she did it again. She really had to watch herself. “Well, I’m not from around here, and please, call me Leslie.”

“What is a—” The groom was bringing Spartacus out of the stable. Spartacus was prancing and agitated. James moved to take the reins. Spartacus rose up onto his hind legs, not much, just enough to make James falter.

“Here, let me have those,” Leslie said. She took the reins before James could protest. “Easy boy,” she comforted the horse. “It’s okay,” she said, rubbing his nose. “We’re going to have a wonderful run together. You can work off all that energy there.” She patted his neck. Spartacus bobbed and snorted agreement.

“That’s amazing,” Evers said. He removed his cap and ran his hand over his balding head.

“It certainly is,” James agreed. “You seem to have a knack with horses.”

“Yeah, I love them.” She patted Spartacus’s neck.

“Shall we mount then?” James smiled. “I’m looking forward to this ride.”

“Can’t wait.”

“Let me give you a hand up.” He cupped his hands for her foot.

She looked at the English saddle. She was used to Western-style. The English didn’t have a horn, so she decided to take him up on his offer. “Thank you.” She grabbed the saddle and put her booted foot into his hand.

He helped her up, and then mounted Kadin. “Bobby, be a good lad and get the gate for us.” Bobby ran ahead and opened the gate.

Opening the gate was harder than closing it. Leslie looked back as she heard it creak. The joy she saw on Bobby’s face as he jumped on and rode the gate until it clicked closed made her smile. She remembered doing the same thing as a child.

“I sent Evers to look for your car…cart,” he amended.

“I don’t think he’ll find it. I was really very lost by the time you found me.”

“What had you out in that kind of weather?”

“I was going to visit the Gypsies. When I started out there was no fog.”

“You like to have your fortune read?”


“It is poppycock, you know. The last time I saw her she told me I would meet someone from the future. How can someone travel back in time?”

“That’s what I would like to know,” she whispered.

“The Gypsy said the woman would lighten my heart.”

“You have a heavy heart? What did she mean by that?”

“I suppose she was referring to my wives. I’ve had three, you know.”

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Thursday, November 29, 2018

Ashley Jade ~ presents ~ Cards of Love - The Devil

Title: Cards Of Love - The Devil
Author: Ashley Jade
Genre: Dark Romance

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The Devil is a prelude novel that is part of the Cards of Love Collection. You do NOT need to read any other books in the collection to read The Devil.

They'll tell you I seduced them. Used my looks and body to lure them into my playground.
They'll tell you I'm a sinner. A demon who held them captive with temptation and lust.
They'll tell you I'm evil. A monster obsessed with the both of them.
They'll tell you they made a deal with the devil.
What they won't tell how much they liked it.
Please note: This story contains content that may be offensive to some readers.

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Author Bio:
Ashley Jade craves tackling different genres and tropes within romance. Her first loves are New Adult Romance and Romantic Suspense, but she also writes everything in between including: contemporary romance, erotica, and dark romance.

Her characters are flawed and complex, and chances are you will hate them before you fall head over heels in love with them.

She's a die-hard lover of oxford commas, em dashes, music, coffee, and anything thought provoking...except for math.

Books make her heart beat faster and writing makes her soul come alive. She's always read books growing up and scribbled stories in her journal, and after having a strange dream one night; she decided to just go for it and publish her first series.

It was the best decision she ever made.

If she's not paying off student loan debt, working, or writing a novel—you can usually find her listening to music, hanging out with her readers online, and pondering the meaning of life.

Check out her amazon page and Facebook page for future novels.

She recently became hip and joined Twitter, so you can find her there, too.

She loves connecting with her readers—they make her world go ‘round.

~Happy Reading~

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Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Kay Jaybee ~ presents ~ A Kink A Day

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A Kink a Day
Book One, Two and Three
by Kay Jaybee

In an ever more stressful world, what could be better than relaxing after a tough day with a bite sized morsel of erotica? Each edition of Kay Jaybee’s ‘A Kink a Day’ series delivers eight hot reads. One for each night of the week and a spare in case you fancy a weekend lie-in.

These compilations of Kay’s most popular short stories from previous anthologies, combined with a few new works, provide a few precious moments of pure erotic escapism.

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Here’s an extract from A Delivery of Words (A Kink a Day: Book One)

Leaning forward, I fixed Joe with my professional stare, but allowed a flicker of a smile to play at the corner of my eyes, ‘What’s the thing that gets you going exactly? The fact you deliver naughty books and sex-toys to my house? The idea of me sitting here innocently writing porn? Or the fact that I spend most of my time thinking about sex?’

My courier returned my steady look, but I could see amusement struggling to escape from the corner of his lips. ‘I asked you a question?’

Joe grinned, giving me a glimpse of surprisingly white teeth. ‘I guess it’s the innocence thing.’

‘Innocence? That’s not a word I’m usually associated with.’

‘I bet it’s not!’ He picked up his coffee cup and took a thoughtful sip. ‘At least, not by people who know you. To the rest of the world, well, you look so, so ...’

‘Ordinary?’ I smiled to let him know the word wasn’t offensive to me.

‘Well, yes, I mean, you’re attractive and all that, but you don’t look like a queen of porn.’


‘I’m sorry?’

‘I don’t look a threat, so people tell me things. Their most intimate secrets. It’s a bit like being an actress really. I adopt different personas to get information and stories out of the unsuspecting public, and then I write about what they’ve told me.’

‘So you don’t make it all up then?’

‘Not always, no. Sometimes I invent short stories, but most of the time I record the weird and wonderful exploits of the unbelievably and wonderfully warped public.’


I could tell he was disappointed, so I leant forward and gave Joe my flirtiest conspiratorial look. ‘Any stories you wish to share?’

Now he looked really embarrassed. ‘Not really. Nothing unusual enough for you, I’m sure.’

‘Would you like there to be?’...

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee has over 180 erotica publications including, A Kink a Day- Book One, Two and Three (KJBooks, 2018), The Voyeur (Sinful Press, 2018), Knowing Her Place-Book 3: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (KJBooks, 2018), The Retreat- Book2: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018), The Fifth Floor- Book1;The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2017), Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress), 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at

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Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash

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Tuesday, November 27, 2018

Crimson Syn ~ presents ~ Hellbound Lovers MC

Title: Hellbound Lovers MC
Series Set: 1-4 & 5-8
Author: Crimson Syn
Genre: MC Romance


-The Exclusive Hellbound Lovers MC-
Where wicked deeds end in sinful pleasures.

The Hellbound Lovers are tough, ride hard, and love fiercely.

And when they set their heart on something,

There’s nothing stopping them from getting what they want.

Especially when that something involves top of the line curves

That make their engines rumble and purr like a smooth dream.

When these men fall, they fall hard,

And when impending danger threatens what they love most

They’ll do whatever it takes to protect it.

Duty and honor collide with wild passion in this sexy and dirty MC Romance.

Get Ready to Ride Hard!

Author Bio:
Author Crimson Syn was born and raised in New York City to two wonderfully witty and loving Colombian parents who have only shown their support for her throughout the years.

She started writing at the age of sixteen as an outlet for being bullied in high school. It's probably the best thing she’s ever done in my life.

The first romance she ever read was Stephanie Laurens’ Devil’s Bride and since then she has been influenced by dozens of flourishing romance authors and even more dashing and daring rogues. Authors like Mary Balogh, Elizabeth Hoyt, Lisa Kleypas, Bertrice Small or A.N. Roquelaure’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy were her sweet introductions to erotic romance and have inspired her to this day.

So here she is, after reading so many wonderful stories and living out so many fantasies, she now has too many sinful tales of her own not to share. Her alphas are rough and possessive, and her wicked pen delves into any little niche of kinkiness that will fulfil your reading pleasure. Her heroines are independent, bright women with lots of sexy curves who know how to handle these naughty boys.

She had delightfully wicked teachers growing up, their books took her to new worlds and brought her new loves. So, she wants to do the same for you. She wants to indulge her readers in those steamy reads that will send you into the arms of dangerous alphas and deliciously sexy rogues without leaving the confines of your nice warm beds. If she is able to entice your inner goddesses, then she has done her job and she is satisfied.

Her Hellbound Lovers series is one of the proudest moments in her life. Wolf was her first published work and she has to say he's opened so many amazing doors for her, and publishing him has taught her that if you set your mind to something you can accomplish anything.

She writes her characters and stories for you, her lovely readers, and she hopes she can take you away to those page turning, lip biting, bookmarking passionate tales.

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Monday, November 26, 2018

Dani Gray ~ 2nd interview and her novel ~ Cupid's Valentine

If you're younger than 18 please explore elsewhere.

Adult language and mature content.


Dani Gray


I’ve been an avid reader for as long as I can remember. I still remember one of the first books I read, it was the Bobbsey Twins. As I got older, I moved into more the interesting books, but some of the typo’s made me nuts! So, after contacting writers I started a career of where I began editing, beta reading and brainstorming. After being harassed for a couple of years by some of the writers, I gave in and have now begun to write.

I live in central Canada with my hubby of over 25 years, 4 kids, and 5 grandkids. We have a collection of pets, including our guard cat. I love nothing more than curling up with a good book, or my laptop to work on the next thing that catches the muse. I would love to hear from readers, you can find me at:


Q: When you think of a garden, do you picture vegetables or flowers?
A: Veggies, the perfumes from flowers triggers migraines in me.

Q: What is your favorite word? Is there a reason?
A: Chesticles. I love using that since I’m the only woman who works with a bunch of truck drivers. When I tell me mine are bigger and bolder then theirs they have no response. I love getting the last word!

Q: What is your least favorite word? Is there a reason?
A: Cunt. I honestly hate that word, no reason why, just find it personally offensive.

Q: What sound or noise do you love? What about hate?
A: I love the sounds of a child’s laugher, nothing can get me to smile faster then hearing that. I hate hearing someone cry, I just want to hug them and help to make it better. There is so much pain in the world, and not enough of others trying to stop it. So many people will walk by looking away.

Q: If you didn’t have to clean them, how many bathrooms would you have in your home?
A: At least 2, one for me and the others can fend for themselves.

How many if you have to clean them?
A: Still 2, mine and theirs.


Q: What is your favorite part of writing?
A: Building the story, creating the characters that people will either love or hate. I also have to have comedy in there somewhere. I like blindsiding people with them suddenly laughing in a tense moment.

Q; Now your least favorite part?
A: Grammar, and promotional stuff. I’m actually a shy person, and putting myself out there is intimidating.

Q: Describe your favorite heroine? (This doesn’t have to be one of yours.)
A: Someone who can turn around and be able to fight and take someone down. I truly hate wimpy women. You have a spine, straighten it up and don’t expect some guy to come along because you can’t or won’t defend yourself.

Q: Describe your favorite hero? (This doesn’t have to be one of yours.)
A: A strong man who wants a partner to stand beside them, not behind them.

Q: Who's your favorite author?
A: There is no way I can pick only one, so here is a quick list: Stormy Glenn, Lisa Oliver, Bellann Summer, Sherrilyn Kenyon, AC Katt, Sandrine Gasq-Dion, Jena M Auel, Alister MacLean and Anne McCaffrey.

Q: Your favorite title?
A: Nope, can’t do it. I can’t pick just one.


Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A: I’m actually working on 3 books at the moment, the one really speaking to me started on Stormy Glenn’s Manlove blog.
      This is the one that I didn’t even know that one of the characters is a shifter. Mind you, I like going with the different, so he’s a Fenric Fox shifter.

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A: I’m hoping to have the current book out in time for Halloween, my problem, still don’t have a title for it.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?
A: Blog:


When Cupid Winslow lost his husband three years ago on Valentine’s Day, he never thought it would ever be anything but a day of mourning for him. Working in his coffee shop/bakery The Pantheon, gives Cupid something to do with his days, but he goes home to his empty house and to the ghost of his deceased husband. Meeting a handsome stranger wasn’t in his plans, not when he just wanted to be alone and cry out the pain that still lived in him.

Liam Foster was on his way home from work when he noticed the lights on at his favorite coffee shop, and the baked goods there were absolutely decadent. A chance meeting with a kindred lost soul, Liam offers him friendship, while he secretly longs for so much more.

Can two men find love and happiness, or would someone with a vendetta against Cupid destroy what could be a new beginning?

Adult Excerpt
Tonight, Cupid decided that he was ready to let go of the past and embrace his new future with Liam. This included making love with him. He had plans for his man, and that is what Liam was. He was all Cupid’s.

Cupid realized this was the direction his mind was going when he started to manscape while in the shower. That right there should have told him something. The last time he worried about it was for Victor, now he’s doing it for Liam. Guess his subconscious knew before he did.

Cupid had known that he was developing deep feelings for Liam, even the beginning of loving him. Cupid snorted to himself, yeah, keep on thinking that, you know you are already in love with him. Cupid had really started to notice all the small things that Liam would do for him, like leave out his clothing, so when he got up at zero dark thirty, he didn’t have to stumble around to get dressed. Finding a little note on the mirror in the bathroom telling him to have a good night.

Cupid also did try to do nice things for Liam, like he would bake extra of the things he knew Liam liked, bringing them home so he could have them for breakfast with his coffee in the mornings. When he knew he could stop fooling himself that he wasn’t in love with Liam was during the conversations they would have. When Liam would ask questions about Victor, not to be comparing himself, but because he was interested in knowing who Victor was. Liam didn’t ask Cupid to forget about Victor, but just to make room for him in Cupid’s heart.

When Cupid came home in the early hours of the morning, he quietly let himself into the house, knowing that Liam was sleeping. He was glad that he had this time to himself. He showered off the smell of baking and sweat, and made sure he was all clean, inside and outside.

Heading towards the bedroom, Cupid ran into Hellcat in the hallway.

“Hi there,” he said, making sure his towel was secure before going down on his knees so he could pet the cat. “What are you doing out here, I’m just going to bed now, so keep it down to a dull roar.”

Giving the cat scratches under his chin, Cupid looked into Hellcat’s eyes. He swore he saw so much intelligence in that gaze.

“Now, if you hear some screaming coming from the bedroom, don’t worry about it. I plan on enjoying every inch of Liam I can get at. I also want that man to do so many things to me. You need anything before I go to bed?”

Cupid felt a bit silly asked that question of a cat, but he was ready to swear that the cat shook its head and went to lie down on the guest bed.

Letting himself into the master room, Cupid took the time to admire the man sleeping in the bed. They had begun to sleep in the nude, which suited Cupid’s plans. At first Cupid was shy about not wearing anything to bed, but the more he slept with Liam, the more he wanted to be able to feel the man next to him.

Besides, the amount of heat Liam generated at night was amazing. Cupid knew he was never going to have cold feet again.

Going up to the bed, Cupid dropped the towel from around his waist, making sure to throw it into the hamper, and slowly laid down beside Liam. Cupid was going to make sure that Liam had a gentle wake up, but he was determined that the man was hard and crazed for him. He wanted him to wake up when Cupid had his lips wrapped around the beautiful cut cock that he had been admiring.

He had never thought of himself as a size queen, but he wasn’t sure who he should be thanking, because he knew that by the time they were done, his ass was going to be sore. Cupid snickered thinking about the surprise he left for Liam to find.

Slowly moving down to the middle of the bed, Cupid managed to get to his gift, and Cupid did consider Liam a gift. He never thought that he would ever find love again, but he had, and Cupid planned on holding tight with both hands.

Wrapping his hand around the heavily veined cock in front of his face, Cupid leaned in and inhaled the scent of musk, and a smell that was all Liam. Gently wrapping his lips around the head, Cupid used soft suction until he felt Liam start to firm up in his mouth. Taking his other hand, Cupid started to fondle the heavy balls.

Feeling Liam’s hand move to the back of his head, Cupid started to use more suction, slowly pulling until he was swallowing around the hard length of cock. The groan that Liam made was music to his ears.

“Oh god, babe. Please don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” Liam made those words sound like a prayer and a command.

Rolling the lightly furred orbs in his palm, Cupid started to slowly move up and down, making sure to keep his lips firmly around Liam, and the suction hard as he moved.

Cupid’s own desire was almost through the roof, he was so hard. All he could think of was having this wonderful man pound him into the mattress, and maybe even through it.

Suddenly, Liam pulled away from Cupid. He reached down and pulled Cupid up until he was able to kiss any and all thoughts from his mind. Liam reached down and started to fondle his nipples, which was a huge hot spot for Cupid.

Letting out whimpers the more Liam played with him, he was stunned when he finally was able to register the words Liam was saying.

“I think we should get these pierced, you are so responsive to them being played with. Can you imagine, my mouth being wrapped around your sweet nip while my tongue pulls the ring. Stretching out that pretty nip for me to nibble on, maybe sink my teeth gently into it while I’m still pulling on it.”

“Oh my god, Liam. Stop talking or I’m going to blow just from your words.” Cupid begged.

Cupid started to squirm as Liam slowly moved his hands down Cupid’s body, passing his hard cock and playing with Cupid’s balls. Gently tugging on them helped pull Cupid back from the brink. Spreading his legs wide, Cupid kept thrusting up his hips, trying to get some friction on his aching shaft.

Cupid thought something was wrong when Liam suddenly froze.

“What?” Cupid demanded. “Why did you stop?”

Cupid started to get a bit nervous at the feral look that came over Liam’s face.

“What do we have here? Oh, something for me to play with?”

Cupid’s eyes crossed when Liam started to play with the plug in his ass. Liam kept pulling it slightly then letting it go so it would suddenly bump his prostate. He was so excited that there was a steady stream of pre-come leaking from the tip of his cock. Watching Liam wrap the condom slowly over his cock had Cupid ready to throw Liam down and ride him.

Getting ready to beg Liam to fuck him, Cupid screamed when the plug was suddenly pulled out of his ass, leaving him feeling empty. He screamed again when Liam thrust himself to the hilt in Cupid’s welcoming body.

“Holy fuck, you are so tight and feel like hot silk wrapped around me.”

Liam pulled back until just the head of his cock was in Cupid’s ass, then he leaned down and took Cupid’s mouth in a bruising kiss. Between the lips kissing him and the cock buried in his ass, Cupid felt branded.

“Going to fuck you hard, and someday I’m going to leave my load of cum to drip out of your ass. Marking you as mine. You will come on my cock alone, no touching.” Liam snarled.

Liam started to pound into Cupid, and when he adjusted his thrusts, Cupid saw stars. By the fifth time that Liam hit his prostate, Cupid’s vision had whited out.

Cupid’s ass clamped tight around the hot cock buried in his ass, and Cupid shot his cum all over both of them. Cupid didn’t think he would ever be able to come again, he was sure his balls had crawled into him.

Liam took control of Cupid’s mouth again and kissed him possessively, then leaned up and roared out his release.

The feeling of the expanding cock in his ass and the warmth as Liam filled the condom, had his cock twitching, attempting to come back to life again.

When Liam collapsed onto his elbows above him, Cupid raised his head and softly kissed Liam, and in between the kisses, told Liam how much he loved him.

When Liam finally opened his eyes, they were filled with liquid.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you too.” Liam quietly told him. “You are my whole world, and as soon as I can, I’m putting a ring on your finger to let everyone know how much you are loved.”

Liam kissed him until he was breathless.

Whispering against Cupid’s lips, Liam told him, “I’m also going to put a ring in each of your pretty nipples, but those are going to be just for us.”

Cupid’s cock sprang back to life at those words.

The next morning, Cupid was right.

He had an amazing ache in his ass when he went to get his morning coffee.

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Friday, November 23, 2018

Loc Glin ~ presents ~ Anonymous

By Loc Glin
Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 21,305 words
Categories: Erotic Contemporary Romance (MF), HEA

Jennifer Hartstrum has trouble with men. Her relationship with an abusive father left her with a speech impediment that flares up only when she dates. Her friend talks her into trying an exciting new dating experience, the Anonymous Club, a place where a date is an adventure and fantasies can come true. One must choose an alias, and anonymity is guaranteed.

Andrew Martin is looking for a woman who can keep up with him outside of the bedroom as well as in bed. He tries the Anonymous Club with low expectations.

When Jennifer and Andrew meet, it is Chemistry 101. Have they found what they are looking for? In a world of aliases and mystery, is anyone really who they say they are? What happens when anonymity is good for one but not the other?

Jennifer and Andrew meet for the second time at The Anonymous Club. Let’s catch some of the action:

She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The harem slave girl outfit was very revealing and sexy, resembling an I Dream of Jeannie costume. The costume person layered her in large sheer scarves. When she asked why the woman said, "Dance of the seven scarves. You know the strip." She didn't know but she got the idea. Right now almost no skin showed. She would have to "strip" to get down to that Jeannie costume.

The makeup woman left her hair hanging loose the temporary highlights were gone. Her hair was shoulder length and the thick waves always fell into her face. She would just have to deal with that tonight. She would also have to deal with the contact lenses. She looked at the prep card for this scenario and for the name of her partner. She was very pleased when she read Ace.

He opened the door. His Arabian Sheik costume made her smile. Such a contrast to the last time she saw him. The white floor length robe and head-cover left only his face and hands bare and she could see his toes through his sandals when the robe moved.

His eyes fastened on to hers and a seductive smile touched his lips. "This is a bit of a surprise. I was not expecting Harem Girl."

"I have interests other than books."

"So far I like those interests," he said closing the door.

"I see you made it to wardrobe this time."

"Yeah, I kind of wish I hadn't. Not exactly the height of fashion is it?" He indicated the robe.

"Fashion has nothing to do with it. It adds a certain air of mystery. For instance – are you wearing underpants beneath the folds of that robe?"

"Actually –

"No, no, you mustn't tell." She cut him off. Her breath moved the sheer material covering her face. "Come in and have a seat." She nodded toward the padded floor area.

He moved there and propped himself up with a few of the larger pillows. "Come join me," he said.

"Not yet," she replied. "How do you like the music?"

"It fits the room."

"It gets inside of you and makes you want to move and be taken away by it." She started to sway slightly.

His interest was piqued.

She loosened and undid the scarf covering her arms. She moved the scarf always keeping it covering her. She twirled in a circle; the scarf followed allowing only a peek at her bare arms. She looked at him watching her and it made her feel good. She moved and swayed in time with the music letting it carry her away.

She stopped. Holding the scarf in both hands above her head, it covered her face and chest. She released the right side, still holding the left side, the fabric floated past her face. She held onto it until it was almost still. She looked at him and smiled, then released the scarf and watched it float to the floor settling into a lavender pool at her side.

She moved her hands to the purple scarf covering her chest. She loosened it and repeated the dance, swaying her hips and moving seductively across the floor in front of him. Again she only allowed peeks of the cleavage and bare belly of her outfit. Once again she stopped. The scarf covering her face fluttered. She raised her arms stretching the second scarf in front of her as she had the first. Again she released the right side, now the second scarf swayed in the air. She let it fall from her fingers and join the lavender pool. His blue eyes were steamy. Lust streamed from them warming her insides and egging her on.

She turned her back to him. She loosened the very large scarf fastened around her hips then draped it over one shoulder. She unhooked the top of her outfit. His sharp intake of breath told her he was paying attention. She turned her chin to her shoulder and looked back to tease him as she removed the top of her costume. His hands clenched a pillow until his knuckles turned white. His eyes devoured her. The scarf covered her back and bare breasts as she held the top out to the side and then let it fall to join the colorful pool.

She began the dance anew this time making eye contact more often. She knew the sheer scarf hid almost nothing from his view. Once again she stopped. She watched him smile expecting that scarf to join the others. But she turned her back to him once again. She draped the scarf across her shoulder once more, again covering her back and chest. She tilted her chin and looked over her shoulder. Now both his hands clenched a pillow, knuckles white. She smiled and looked away. She stood there and shimmied her ass and legs as she undid the bottom of her costume. She stopped. One more look over her shoulder as she shimmied again. This time she released her hold on the bottom of the costume. It slid to the floor joining the colorful pool.

She began the dance anew. This time the scarf slid across her skin.

"I can't take much more," he warned in throaty growl.

She moved to the pool of color. She stood facing him arms raised above her head one end of the scarf in each hand. The scarf hung down in front of her, the barest illusion of cover. She let go of the right side. The scarf drifted down in front of her and now hung from her left hand. She held it there for a long moment. Then released it and watched as it joined the others on the floor. She stood there naked. Only the scarf covering her face remained. She moved toward him totally aware of his barely controlled lust for her.

She joined him on the padded floor. She kneeled in front of him, "I saved the last one for you." Her breath moved the sheer material covering her face.

He didn't trust himself. He wanted to rip the scarf off and push her down onto the floor. He wanted to spread her legs and bury his cock deep inside that lovely body. With every ounce of self-control he possessed he reached up and with trembling hands undid the last scarf. It gently floated down. It landed on her thighs and softly slid to her knees.

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Thursday, November 22, 2018

Heidi Renee Mason ~ presents ~ Just Double the Receipe

Title: Just Double The Recipe
Author: Heidi Renee Mason
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Series: Sweet Escape #2

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Love is twice the risk when you double the recipe.

Free-spirited, eccentric Willow Simpson is content with her life. She’s living her passion as the owner of The Dancing Crepe, Portland’s hottest food truck, has agreed to marry her life-long best friend, firefighter Tate Randall, and she loves showering attention on her finicky cat, Omelet. Things are perfect and she wouldn’t change a thing.

Unfortunately, change is the name of the game for Willow. Tate is rushing to set a wedding date, and although she loves him, she’s in no hurry to take a trip down the aisle. In an attempt to ignore her pending nuptials, she puts her focus on expanding her business. Just when her life seems to be cooking at a comfortable simmer, the heat is increased and she must douse the flames before everything goes up in smoke.

As new connections enter her life, unexpected chaos ensues. Will she be able to protect those she loves the most? Will she realize that everything she has ever wanted has been right in front of her all along? Love is twice the risk when you double the recipe!

“Babe, your alarm has been going off for five minutes. Are you planning on getting up today?” Tate gently shook me awake.

“I don’t want to get up yet. It’s still dark outside,” I groaned as I rubbed sleep from my eyes and then buried myself beneath the covers. To further demonstrate my distaste, I placed my pillow over my head.

“It’s dark outside every morning at this time. You have to go to work. Your customers are hungry for crêpes.” Tate rubbed my shoulders as he chuckled softly at my whining. “You’re going to cause a riot in downtown Portland if you don’t show up and cook for your fans.”

“I obviously did not choose my career path correctly. Why does five o’clock in the morning have to get here so soon? I’d like it a whole lot better if it happened later in the afternoon.” I moaned again, pulled my head out from under the pillow, and reluctantly rolled out of bed.

Early mornings and alarm clocks were not my friends. If I had my preference, I would like to awaken naturally, around noon. One would think I would be used to the early morning routine after having done it for so many years. One would be sadly mistaken. Even though my occupation as a baker demanded it, the sad truth was that I would never be a morning person. It just wasn’t in my DNA.

Omelet, my finicky, opinionated gray cat, was curled up in a ball at the bottom of the bed. Normally she slept on my chest, or sometimes on my face. Boundaries and personal space were nonexistent with her. She was the equivalent of a temperamental toddler most of the time, but I loved her more than life itself. Omelet was a spoiled princess, and she knew it. She ruled the roost in my house.

She glared angrily at me, my movement disrupting her slumber. She sighed loudly, kneaded the space below her once again, turned her back to me, and covered her face with her paws. If cats were able to roll their eyes, I knew she would have been doing it. She hated mornings even more than I did, and she did not want to be disturbed before she was ready. Omelet was the best pet a girl could ask for, but she certainly knew how to hold a grudge. I would be working for days to get back on her good side after waking her up too soon.

“Babe, I’ll be at work all night, so I won’t see you until tomorrow.” Tate grabbed my hand and pulled me close to him. “I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”

He winked at me with those gorgeous green eyes of his as he pulled me tightly into a bear hug. His hugs were at the top of my list of favorite things. Being wrapped up next to my favorite fireman gave me the same sensation as sinking into a warm bubble bath, or taking the first sip of my morning coffee. It was pure perfection, and I couldn’t seem to get enough of it. I couldn’t believe it had taken me so long to decide that I wanted to be with him, but commitment had never been my thing. I was still trying to figure it all out.

Title: Love At First Crepe
Author: Heidi Renee Mason
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Series: Sweet Escape #1

Who knew a delicious crepe, a kung fu attack, and an unexpected love could create such mayhem. In Heidi Renee Mason’s humorous romantic mystery, an easygoing chef soon discovers life can become complicated when you’re busy falling in lust and foiling murder plots.

Born into the wealthy Simpson family, free-spirited Willow is determined to make her own way in life. Cooking is her one true love, and she is content to keep it that way. Romance has never been on her agenda, but she suddenly finds herself in the middle of a deliciously decadent love triangle. With two gorgeous men vying for her attention, she vows to keep her distance from both, but the tantalizing chemistry is hard to ignore.

Unfortunately, it seems that someone wants to get rid of Willow, making her already tricky situation that much more difficult. One crazy night changes everything, and Willow’s life is turned upside down. Between thwarting her own murder plot, keeping her divinely tasty admirers at bay, and trying to stay on the good side of her finicky cat, Omelet, Willow’s plate is full. With far too many cooks in the kitchen, will she be able to stay alive long enough to figure out who wants to kill her?

Author Bio:
Heidi Renee Mason is an Ohio girl transplanted into the Pacific Northwest. She is a homeschooling mom of three daughters, wife of one mail man, and a people-watching introvert who can be found hiding in the nearest corner. She is an Amazon best-selling author, and writer of your next happily ever after.

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