Sunday, January 22, 2017

#SexySnippets: It Wouldn't Be Ethical


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Enjoy a sexy snippet from AWAKENING HER RACY PASSION - Racy Nights 9. This is book nine of a fifteen-book series I wrote as Tara Rose.

In this scene, Ria Rodriguez is at Nan's Place with public defender Wyatt Rohan, who has just told her he will need to recuse himself from defending the man Ria saw stab another man outside her brother's bar...

She frowned. “You just said all those things about him deserving a defense. Why did you suddenly your mind?”

He covered her hand and gave it a tiny squeeze, sending little jolts of electricity straight to her wet pussy. “I haven’t changed my mind. But I can’t defend a man and date the key witness for the crime of which he’s been accused at the same time. It wouldn’t be ethical.”

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Friday, January 20, 2017

Guest Blogger: T. Lee Garland with RAPUNZEL'S ROMP


Rapunzel’s Romp T. Lee Garland Blurb

Rae Ann Compton has been called Rapunzel for the majority of her life. Her floor sweeping honey- blonde hair though had a purpose; she grows it in memory of her mother who died from cancer when she was a small girl. She now owns and operates Rapunzel’s, a high-end hair salon in Hollywood. Her life is orderly and business driven, until the day Alex Princeton, her secret crush walks in.

Alex is the quarterback for the Hollywood Hounds, and has been dubbed the Prince of Sunday, by the press. He’s sexy and usually only dates super models. Rae is no super model, but he makes her an offer she can’t refuse and soon she is flying first class to a castle in Germany, for the wedding of the century.

Locking this Rapunzel in a tower isn’t going to keep her from the man she knows in her heart belongs to her.

Author Bio

T Lee Garland lives in Clarksville, Tennessee. One of her first memories as a child is her Uncle Roy giving her a Little Golden book for her Birthday. That’s all it took, she was hooked on reading. She read her first romance book at seventeen and never looked back. She loves a bad boy who doesn’t know how good he really is. As a matter of fact she married one! She loves writing strong female characters who know what they want and aren’t afraid to go after it.

She shares her home with about one hundred Barbies, countless books and movies, a rescued beagle named Samwise Gamgee (Sammie for short) and a plump, elderly cat named Coco. She is most proud of her two sons and the beautiful, talented ladies they married.

And in case you were wondering that Little Golden book is still one of her most priceless treasures...forty-nine years later.

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Excerpt

Rae

I’m suddenly not feeling so brave. I try not to fidget, but I can’t help but notice that he’s bare-chested, his abdominal and pec muscles on glorious display. The hastily pulled on pants are zipped, but not buttoned and barely hang from his hips. I’m having trouble meeting his gaze. Hell, I’m having trouble breathing.

“I’m messy, am I?” He begins to stalk me. Moving slowly my way, he’s smooth and precise like a panther on the hunt. “Sweaty?”

I shrug and take a step back and almost trip over my long dress and heels.

“Shaky?” He keeps coming, and I keep backing up. My knees feel weak, and I reach behind me for the wall for support.

“Breathless?” he whispers, still coming.

My back finally hits the wall. There is nowhere else to go.

Alex stands in front of me now, and I feel his heat. I smell his manliness, and his steamy breath washes over me like the first warm day of spring.

I swallow. “Don’t forget satisfied.”

His lips hover over mine. “Don’t worry, Sunshine, I’m going to make your satisfaction my top priority.” His lips touch mine with a hunger that leaves us both surprised. He pulls down the strap of my one shouldered gown, and my breasts pop up like a tart from a toaster and he growls.

Suddenly we can’t get enough of each other. Our hands are everywhere. I unzip his pants, and they drop to the floor at his feet. At the same time he is pulling up my long skirt and ripping off the thin lacy thong that I wore. He plunges in me, and I cry out, welcoming the pain. He has me skewered against the wall and he pulls up my legs and I wrap them around his waist and I lock my ankles.

He touches his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he groans, but he never stops pumping into me, taking me hard and fast. I don’t care that it hurts. I need him, and I let him know this by giving as good as I am getting. We both cry out minutes later, so perfectly in sync with each other. I feel his cock explode inside of me, his cum bouncing off my inner walls.

I gasp with shock. Alex, who never loses control, and never has unprotected sex, has just forgotten his condom.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Tantalizing Thursdays: OBEYING HER RACY FIREMEN - Racy Nights 8


Welcome to TANTALIZING THURSDAYS!!!

Today, I give you the beginning of Racy Nights 8 - OBEYING HER RACY FIREMEN.



Olivia Kelly brushed her fingers lightly over the collar around her friend Gina Santori’s neck. It was silver, a bit longer than a choker, and featured a delicate rosebud and heart pattern. She could wear it every day, and it would look like any other piece of jewelry that Gina normally wore. No one but the people in this room and those who frequented Maddox McCree’s exclusive private BDSM club in Racy, Indiana, would know what it actually represented.

Gina was now officially a submissive to Olivia’s brother Harrison, a Racy police sergeant, and Zach Kincaid, one of Racy’s councilmen. Olivia couldn’t be happier for her friend. Jealous, but very happy. And to have been invited here tonight to The Fit Bod, Racy’s only gym, to witness the ceremony along with others in the lifestyle, made Olivia proud. She wanted so badly to be a part of them.

“I’m thinking with that red hair of yours, something gold would suit you better.”

She whirled around and stared up into the pewter-colored eyes of Racy’s fire investigator, Storm Jamison. Between those eyes and his dark, thick hair, Storm epitomized his name. Olivia never knew how to react to him. She was both wary of and fascinated by him.

She’d had one drink with him and Cameron Sinclair, the fire chief, at Luke’s Bar the other night, and both men had spent a lot of time recently on the phone with her, and had sent her multiple text messages.

Storm had made her laugh out loud with his first text about train whistles, and how you could hear them, especially at night in Racy, but only if you listened very carefully as the closest tracks were several miles away. From that point on, Olivia had found herself listening for them.

Cameron kept her apprised of the reconstruction in downtown Racy by texting her about the architectural details, and what he felt they were and weren’t getting right as they repaired the buildings damaged by the recent EF 3 tornado.

But as much fun as it was to discuss trains and architecture with them, she felt way, way out of her league with each of them. They were Doms in Maddox’s club, larger than life, and had interesting careers. She’d had sex with one man, exactly two times before he’d dumped her for not being hot enough in bed.

“And longer perhaps,” said Storm, his gaze roving over her light summer top. “More delicate, too.”

She now wished that she’d brought along a jacket, although when they’d all sat down on the grass along the river earlier to wait for the July 4 fireworks display, it had still been warm. Right now, he looked as though he wanted to gobble her up. As much as that thought excited her, she was certain it would only end up with her being humiliated when he realized she had no idea what she was doing in bed.

“Are you planning on collaring me, Storm, or just wanting to buy me jewelry?” Olivia laughed at her own question, more from nervousness than anything. Every time she said something off the cuff, she immediately regretted it. To say she’d always been tongue-tied around gorgeous men was an understatement, and Storm qualified as gorgeous with a capital G.

“Maybe both?” His intense stare was both teasing and sexy as hell. It sent her mind racing to dark, forbidden places that existed only in her dreams.

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and the entire Racy Nights series by clicking HERE**

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

MidWeek Tease: SHARING THEIR RACY FANTASIES - Racy Nights 7

Welcome to MidWeek Tease hosted by Angelica Dawson!

Today, enjoy a tease from Racy Nights 7 - SHARING THEIR RACY FANTASIES. This is my Tara Rose debut series, published with Siren-BookStrand, and contains 15 books total. In this snippet, Gina Santori has taken shelter during a tornado warning with sexy police sergeant Harrison Kelly, while they both wait for news on Cherilyn's suspected car accident and kidnapping...

You can purchase the entire Racy Nights series from Siren-BookStrand by clicking HERE.

She punched him in the arm. “Don’t scare the shit out of me like that. I don’t care if you are a cop.”

He rubbed his arm, but in reality it hadn’t hurt that much. “I could arrest you for that.” The thought of Gina in handcuffs made his dick hard.

“Harrison, please stop playing games and tell me the rest of it.”

“We think a man named Jay Nichols has her. He served with Chuck, and is AWOL. We also think he’s the man who broke into The Fit Bod and hacked into their computer a few weeks ago.”

Gina blinked a few times, and he watched her carefully. She visibly swallowed, and he guessed the words had sunk in. From the way her bottom lip began to quiver, Harrison was certain she was going to cry. He wasn’t sure he could handle that, and not because he hated it when women cried. If Gina began to cry, he’d melt like butter and do something he most definitely should not do.

The tornado sirens stopped wailing, but she didn’t move. There was now no sound outside, which was more ominous than the thunder and wind had been. He faintly heard noises from inside the station, but Gina’s quick breathing next to him was louder.

She looked into his eyes. “If he has her…is she going to be all right?”

“I don’t know, Gina. I wish I did.”

He knew it was wrong. He knew this was the worst possible time to listen to his pecker instead of his brain, but he couldn’t help himself. She looked so lost and vulnerable, and she smelled so damn good, that he didn’t stop to think about what he was doing. He merely leaned over and kissed her.


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Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Guest Blogger: Lynn Burke with NO ONE UNTIL HER

The final Risso Family novella is now available!



No One Until Her
Risso Family #6
Erotic Romance / BDSM / Menage

Kaden Quinn has life by the balls and enjoys his side job as a Dom in a downtown Boston BDSM club. What he doesn’t want—or need—is a pseudo-sub trying to shred the veil that protects his painful past.

When untamed Livi Risso's insatiable need to get to the bottom of a story leads her to an exclusive kink club, her curiosity ignites upon meeting a restrained Dom who refuses to touch her.

Kaden feigns disinterest while scening, but that doesn’t stop Livi from experiencing intimacy like she’s never imagined. When one misstep leaves Kaden shaken, will Livi be the one to break down his wall against love?





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EXCERPT

“What’s your name, sub?” I asked.

“Li … Lisa.”

I narrowed my gaze and stared down at her. “If you say so, Bella.”

“Bella?” Her head tilted to the side, her eyes slightly widened. “Is that a compliment?”

“You’re Italian, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s what I’ll call you.” A light flush spread across her high cheekbones and she bit her lower lip. Goddamn cock sprung to full attention. “First thing you ought to know—and should have learned long before entering this club as a sub—your gaze belongs on your Dom’s boots, your knees on the floor.”

The bulge in my leathers snagged her attention as her head lowered and she hesitated. A shudder rippled down through her, but she sank to her knees with practiced ease, a waft of subtle sweetness, what had to be expensive perfume, floating around me. My mouth watered. Long, glossy dark hair cascaded around her downturned face. Her shoulders remained back and straight.

Trying to ignore the press of my goddamn zipper into my cock—and prickle of unease tingling the back of my neck—I glanced across the room at Devon, one of the few Doms who didn’t mind switching.

He lounged in a chair, drink in hand, but otherwise unoccupied. Bella’s appearance had already drawn his attention. He gawked like a starstruck lover at the goddess kneeling at my feet.

The idea of sharing the tasty morsel of a pseudo-sub twisted my gut, but the thought that touching her skin would definitely cause trouble overrode my Neanderthal side. 

As though feeling my stare, Devon lifted his gaze to mine.

I quirked a brow in invitation.

He shot out of his seat with a shit-eating grin and strode across the room. He stood a good half-foot shorter than me, but we both had blue eyes, the same light hair, and square jaw… We’d enjoyed our fair share of women fantasizing about brothers.

“Master Devon, care to join us this evening?”

Sunday, January 15, 2017

#SexySnippets: You Two Aren't So Bad Yourselves


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Enjoy a sexy snippet from PLEASING HER RACY DOMS - Racy Nights 6. This is book six of a fifteen-book series I wrote as Tara Rose.

In this scene, Cherilyn Barker is helping Doms and co-owners of The Fit Bod, Thayer Denning and Evan Rydell, clean up after a fundraiser to help rebuild Racy after the recent tornado. They are the only three left in the gym...

“I don’t understand.” She had the uncomfortable feeling that she’d just assumed a whole lot of untruth from his comment, and mentally scrambled for a way to save face.

Evan’s face lost the uncertainty as his gaze roamed over her face and hair. “Cherilyn, I know you’ve been through hell, but surely you are aware of the fact that you’re a beautiful sexy woman. Thayer and I both think so.”

Holy shit. “Um, well, you two aren’t so bad yourselves.”


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Saturday, January 14, 2017

Saturdays In Indy: Writing Again!!

So sorry I didn't give you a post last week! My muse finally returned, and I had to let her fly. And was it ever worth it!!

RELENTLESS - Tortured Love 3 - has been accepted by Evernight Publishing!! It took me nearly three months to finish it. That's the longest I've taken to write a book since my Carolyn Rosewood days.

RELENTLESS is the third book in my Tortured Love series. Here's the blurb...

For years, Blake the Snake, as he was known to his Alpha Chi Gamma brothers, took pictures of the conquests of auction winners having sex with their “prizes” at the fraternity’s annual Spring Bacchanalia. It was all in fun, until he stopped a young woman from being raped by the football player who had won her.

From that moment on, Blake Bombay’s life changed forever. He became obsessed with Kendra Kensington, and worked tirelessly to keep her safe. While watching her from afar, he plotted and planned for the day when she would be his. Trouble was, she didn’t know it. She never saw his face that night or learned his name. But that didn’t matter to Blake. She was his. She had always been his, and one day she would be with him forever.

Overall, it's been a great start to the New Year! Not only did I finally finish and submit another book, but I'm already working on the next one. It's called UNDENIABLE, and I hope it will be the fourth book in the Tortured Love series.

Also back on track are my healthy eating habits and a desire to workout again. The former is easy. Takes discipline and willpower, but I've done it before and I can do it again.

I wish I could say the latter is easy, too. Oh, don't misunderstand me. The desire is there. I love to workout. But I'm not young anymore and my body is seriously rebelling, even with the most basic moves. It's disheartening, but I'm not ready to give up. I will never be ready for that, so don't you despair.

I'm back to using my aromatherapy diffuser, my crystals, and I'm trying to do yoga. I say trying because anything other than standing poses right now are difficult. See above - body rebelling, and crappy knees. I mean BAD.

But anything worth having takes time and hard work, so I shall press on. I'm not dead yet.

Until next week, enjoy your Saturday!