Tuesday, 19 March 2013

The Selkie up for Best Paranormal Romance at TRR!

I am so excited to share my book The Selkie has been nominated in the category of Best Romance- Paranormal Romance 2012 by The Romance Reviews!

The Selkie

I couldn't be happier just to be on the nominee list with so many wonderful authors and books. This is truly a huge thrill.

If you would like to cast a vote for The Selkie, please visit  http://www.theromancereviews.com/bookvote.php for the full list.

To go right to The Selkie's page, click  Voting continues until the end of the month.

Thanks to all who have read and championed The Selkie this year! I am so grateful for your support.


Saturday, 9 March 2013

Lucky's Freebie Event at Love, Lust and Laptops!

The Ladies of Love Lust and Laptops bring you ten days and ten sexy stories visiting:

Lucky’s Bar and Strip Club – Have you gotten lucky tonight?
Padraig ‘Lucky’ O’Reilly let out a contented sigh as he lifted the bottle of Irish whiskey and poured himself a generous slug. Life could be a lot worse. He shifted slightly on his stool and glanced at the old photo hanging on the wall behind the bar. Back in the day, he’d sported a fine head of red hair, rippling abs, and had a bevy of beautiful women willing to do his bidding.
So he might not be able to slip into his thong anymore, his dick was harder to find with his beer gut in the way, and what was left of his hair was mostly grey, but he was the master of all he surveyed.
Lucky’s was one of New York’s finest male strip joints.
He’d built it up from nothing to become one of the must-visit-clubs in the U.S. for traveling dance troupes. Finding a woman and settling down had never been a priority in his life, although he would never regret fathering his firecracker daughters.
Lucky groaned softly and ran his fingers over Molly’s soft brown hair. She stood up and wiped the back of her hand across her lips. “You want me to do anything else for ya, Lucky?”
He drained his glass and placed it on the bar top. Molly stood chewing her bottom lip as he stowed his cock and zipped up. “No, that was good. You run along.”
She dropped a kiss on his cheek, and he watched her sashay across the empty room and disappear out the door. Maybe he’d make an honest woman of her one day.
The door she had wandered through opened and a young man with a head covered in dark brown stubble stepped inside. “I’m looking for Lucky O’Reilly. Seamus said you might be hiring?”
Lucky grinned and got to his feet. Fresh blood. Molly could wait for her Mr. Right. Why would he want to settle for ground beef when there was a whole sexual smorgasbord on offer?
Besides, the Australians were kicking their tour off tomorrow, and St Patrick’s Day was only a week away. He had a feeling life was about to get far too hectic to worry about how much longer Molly would give him head without him making more of a commitment than unzipping his pants.
Lucky crossed the room and held out his hand. “So, you think you’ve got what it takes to be one of Lucky’s Charms?”

Be sure to come back and read along as the Ladies of Love Lust and Laptops celebrate St. Patrick’s day in sexy style.

March 11 - Lucky’s: Ciaran by Lillian Grant
March 12 - Lucky’s: Declan by Rosanna Leo
March 13 - Lucky’s: Lily by Cherie Nicholls
March 14 - Lucky’s: Tate by Monette Michaels
March 15 - Lucky’s: Colt by Emilia Mancini
March 18 - Lucky’s Colm: by Lynn Lorenz
March 19 - Lucky’s: Miguel by Becca Jameson
March 20 - Lucky’s: Seamus by Vanessa North
March 21 - Lucky’s: Devlin by Parker Kincade
March 22 - Lucky’s: Liam by Christy Gissendaner (aka Robin Danner)
Check out our steamy video, created by the talented Emilia Mancini!

Monday, 4 March 2013

Cerise DeLand...Rope Me In!

Grettings friends!

I'm so excited to have the prolific and wonderful Cerise DeLand here in my Room today! Cerise is a history buff with a sense of mischief. You can't help but smile when you glance at her delicious book covers. And I'm thrilled she here's to tell us about her newest. Please welcome Cerise!


History Nut or Why I Like Comanches! (title)


Say what?

Yes, living in Texas and being a history nut, I have read a lot of the State’s history.  Anglo women were often stolen by the Comanche Indians and taken as hostages, prisoners and sometimes kept and made their wives.


Many Anglo children were captured by the local natives who became furious at the intrusion of the white man into his hunting and burial grounds. Then when cholera afflicted so many Indians and when measles and mumps felled thousands more, the natives stole children to replace the ones who had died. Many times, young women were abducted and taken to replace the wives the Indians had lost to death and disease.


In 1836, Cynthia Anne Parker, a 9 year old Anglo girl who grew up to marry a chief and bear him four sons and a daughter, was the first of these Anglos stolen. Texas Rangers, sheriffs and many local posses searched for the child for years. Not until she was an adult did her uncle take her back to her family. But once among them, she disliked the life and ran away. Yes, she returned to her Comanche husband.


Why did she return?


I venture to say she returned because she had been nurtured in that native environment and she felt out of place among her Anglo family and neighbors. Stories abound of white women and men who had been taken by Indians and returned, but were then shunned by their families and friends for their association.


Could she have loved her Comanche husband? Yes, she could have. We love what we know and what we revere. We also come to love the characteristics of a person, seeing beyond a person’s race or color or ethnicity.


But I will say that life among the Comanche was far from romantic. In my newest EC release, coming soon, STEAL ME AWAY, (no cover, no release date yet) I tell the story of an Anglo woman, Fancy Turner, stolen by a Comanche chieftain in the Hill Country of Texas in 1866.  Fancy knows Bull Elk because she has seen him at powwows among the Comanche and the settlers. She likes him for his willingness to come to a powwow. He speaks English and a bit of Spanish, as many did because they had to do so to get along with the Anglo and Tejano settlers.


He understands many of the Anglo customs and so he does not insist that Fancy have her blonde hair coated with bear grease on their wedding night. He is distressed for her when she cannot easily digest their meat-based diet. When she asks him to get peaches for her from the German farmers near Fredericksburg, he tells her he will have to steal them. Conflicted that he must take from her friends to help her, nonetheless she doesn’t stop him. She needs to eat fruit.


Yes, I have written a romance—an erotic one at that. I did make Bull Elk an Alpha male worthy of a woman who adores him. But he is also of his own culture.


And he is very heavily researched!


I hope you like him when he appears on the digital bookshelves. He is a good man, albeit not one of our time or our culture. He stole his wife, made her love him and kept her with the power of that.


We can forgive the man we love for many acts. Including stealing us from our pre-conceived notions of who we can and cannot love.
And now some information on another of Cerise's sexy series!


TIE ME DOWN:  http://amzn.to/VCiIfA


In Bravado, Texas, the men are good and plenty…and lonely.
Not inclined to remain horny bachelors, the three MacRae brothers devise a plan to find one fine woman and get the good lovin’ they deserve. One gander at the new gal in town, charming Cara Ford, and the cowboys decide to do some old-fashioned courting. Then they’ll offer her a thoroughly modern deal—three-for-one. Three of them for luscious, lovely her.
Cara has returned to Bravado to rebuild her life after cutting the cord to her self-centered husband. One man was a pain. Why would she want to tie herself up in knots with three sexy ranchers known for their wildcattin’?
Undeterred, Jed, Harry and Will rope her into their daily lives, sweet-talk her into sharing their torrid nights, and set out to convince her that three hard-lovin’ men in bed with her is better than one.
Note: Contains three hunky sex-in-the-saddle ranchers who lasso one stubborn lady into their arms with menage a quatre, spanking and toys she can’t resist.


                            Print: http://amzn.to/UrcFHn

Come visit me: Website        Blog               Twitter @cerisedeland

Meet Cerise

What’s an East Coast gal to do to if she lives deep in the heart of Texas, travels often everywhere, and adores Paris, Florence, London, Tokyo and all points east and west?
She becomes an author who can write about those romantic places. With a passion for cowboys, spies, rakes, knights in shining armor and their gutsy women, Cerise DeLand is an author who adores an alpha male with a tender heart and a need for a smoldering erotic love affair with the right woman!
Cerise is a Top 20 Best Selling author on Amazon with more than three dozen works published in erotic romance, and she is the award-winning author of mystery, mainstream and romance with St. Martin’s Press, Pocket Books and Kensington. Her books are on numerous book clubs, including Featured Selections of The Mystery Guild, Doubleday and Rhapsody. And when she isn’t dreaming up fiction or traveling? Cerise is a fabulous cook and an avid history buff.
Busy lady. Happy writer.
Find her books at Ellora’s Cave, Resplendence Publishing, Wild Rose Press and Total-E-Bound!

Friday, 1 March 2013

Naomi Shaw...Unexpected Lessons!

Hello friends;

I hope you will help me extend a warm welcome today to Naomi Shaw, author of Unexpected Lessons. This book caught my eye some time ago, thanks to the dishy man on the cover, and I'm really happy to have Naomi here to tell us a little about herself.

Please say hi to Naomi!

First off, I must thank you for hosting me on my tour of promotion. I am excited about this book, Unexpected Lessons, which is the first of a series.

First off, though, let me tell you a little about myself.

I had a strict upbringing and attended a church school. Despite huge health setbacks, I left school at 16 with a handful of exam passes and the ability to play a brass instrument, which I continue to embrace.

I had a fun, if interesting time at college, learning accounting, as I was put into a class of 13 men and no other women. I have memories of that time which may sneak their way into future books LOL.

I’ve always loved reading and had a secret desire to write. I finally plucked up the courage with help from a few friends online, after I had to leave work (health reasons again). I had worked as a receptionist at a doctor’s surgery for over 20 years.

 I have been married to a wonderful man for 25 years.  We had one child, a daughter, now 23 years old and flown the nest. Hey, I’m giving my age away here LOL.

 So then, on to the writer in me.

Naomi Shaw is the alter ego of a married English woman who, despite being a romantic at heart has a desire to pen naughty fantasies. After starting to write erotica three years ago quite by accident, she continued writing and expanded it, exploring the many different sides of erotica. Looks can be deceiving. To look at Naomi you would never believe the wild sexy stories that lie hidden in her mind, waiting to surface.

Now on to my book Unexpected Lessons

I originally submitted this with a slightly different title in the first half of the year to Naughty Nights Press for an anthology call. However, I got an email asking me to extend the story for a book in its own right. I added more scenes and doubled the length. I was so thrilled when Unexpected Lessons was accepted. 



Kyla Morgan a twenty-year old hardworking student is studying for a science degree at university has a secret crush on her teacher, Professor Cordon, and spends many a night fantasizing about him. Kyla enjoys an early morning, frantic masturbation session to the image of her Professor, never dreaming she’d have a chance to make her dreams real. But, later, during classes, Professor Cordon asks Kyla to stay behind to speak to him after class about her issue with inattention. With the door closed and blinds drawn Kyla sees a different side to him; one she very much enjoys. Especially when she finds out this is not going to be a one-time thing.

Kyla shares a room with her friend Bev, a sassy girl from a farming family. What she does not know is that Bev longs to have an intimate relationship with her. Kyla has also always harbored the secret desire to know a woman. They share a glass of wine and relax while in their room one evening and a natural progression leads Bev to fulfill both their desires. Bev introduces Kyla to how wonderful it can be in a steamy girl on girl session that teaches her so much more than she ever expected.


This is an excerpt from Unexpected Lessons

Hardworking student Kyla has just woken up in her university room alone. She takes advantage of her solitude, having just had a dream about her Professor crush.

She always slept naked, often getting very hot in the night. Kyla slid a hand down her soft curvaceous body and slipped it between her thighs. With one gentle finger, she stroked her velvety folds. “Ahh,” she said aloud. “I’m wet already,” and brought her finger up to suck the juice off. Mmm, very nice, she thought. Mmm, would you like to see me now, Professor?

 For a fleeting moment, she wondered why everyone thought she had no interest in sex. Then she answered her own question.  I am just a nerd to them. Maybe I should change. She reached under the bed and dragged out her handbag. Scrabbling about inside the bag, Kyla found what she wanted. “Oh yes,” she said, stroking the object with affection.

Nobody knew she had a vibrator, a sleek pink rabbit that stimulated both her G spot and clit, bringing her countless orgasms. Kyla switched the vibrator on and lifted the duvet slightly, closed her eyes again and thought of the Professor. 

She wound the buzzing vibrator around her soft full breasts. Tingles shot right through her body to the tips of her toes, which automatically curled in spasm. Working around her breasts with steadily decreasing circles, Kyla eventually reached the puffy pink areola and hard nipple. Kyla’s nipples were very rarely soft. Knowing about how active an imagination she had, she would have laughed aloud at unkind and unwarranted words such as ‘frigid’ and ‘asexual’ that some of the other students had labeled her, well out of earshot. 

She breathed in sharply and bit her lip, moaning. Grazing the buzzing object over her nipples, Kyla arched her back and half opened fluttering eyelids. She swept her legs wide in the bed and touched her pussy with the other hand, putting a slight pressure on her swollen mound. Waves of intense pleasure washed over her as she lifted her head and then threw it back on the pillow.

Kyla discarded the duvet and lay on the bed in her naked glory. Moving her hand down slowly, her gently stroked the soft flesh and plunged a couple of fingers into her wet warmth. The invading fingers, clamped by the slick walls, delved into her sweet sticky honey. Kyla plunged in and out, working a rhythm. Rippling ecstasies consumed her whole body and she shuddered, curling her body forward. She bent her knees and drew her legs up to reach further inside herself. Bringing the vibrator down to her pussy, she lightly touched her clit with the humming shaft but it made her squeal.

“Oh yes!” she cried, her mind focusing on her thoughts of the Professor. “Look at me,” she called. “Don’t you want your student?” She circled her clit with the tip of the buzzing vibe, while the fingers of her other hand continued to fuck her. “Fuck me Professor, fuck me.”



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