Wednesday, August 26, 2015
A reverent touch to a set of suede-covered cuffs, and Jillian Dosh unwittingly takes the first step into a world that she never knew existed. Busted while she’s making a stealthy visit to Three Divisions Lifestyle Emporium, Jillian can’t believe she’s face-to-face with her fantasy lover. Much more potent up front and personal, Leo Straton’s commanding presence intrigues and scares her at the same time. Can fantasy become reality?
Recognizing the voluptuous Jillian as the perfect submissive for him, Leo begins a journey to pull her into his world of D/s. She’s innocent, imaginative, strong-willed, and dangerous to his heart. She’s his butterfly—stuck in the chrysalis of the vanilla world and ready to spread her wings. Overcoming her initial hesitancy, Jillian begins to blossom under his tutelage. But an innocent deception may bring this new love to a crashing halt.
Three Divisions, Book 1 ignites the senses, fires up your libido, and makes you crave to be owned by this Dom.
Finally acquiring the strength to look away, Jillian realized that Leo wasn’t moving. He wasn’t posing, either. It was just a silent, motionless wait as he allowed her to absorb his presence, and she took full advantage. His head was slightly lowered, yet he was staring directly at her. The soft, recessed lighting circling the room cast highlights against the shoulder-length dark hair now slightly obscuring his handsome face. He was peeking out from behind a few sexy, mussed strands, making him even that more mysterious and alluring.
The faint light caused every muscle in his body to stand out in stark relief. Thick muscles capped the top of his broad shoulders while sculpted, strong arms hung calmly at his sides. His massive chest, sprinkled lightly with hair, rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Each breath showcased his perfectly delineated abdominals and the yummy muscles running along each hip and pointing invitingly to his groin. Large, defined thighs and calf muscles held up the delicious frame. Even his feet were beautiful. She sighed and glanced up when his rich, husky voice drifted to her ears.
“Your turn, Jillian. I need to see you.”
Despite the warnings screaming inside her head to call a halt to everything that was happening, her mother’s familiar words berating her existence, and the fear of the unknown punching madly on her ‘run’ button, Jillian kicked her sandals to the side. Life was too damn short. To miss an opportunity of being anywhere near this dynamic man would be criminal. She hated breaking the law.
Jillian reached down and gripped the sides of her dress. Slowly she lifted it over her head and let it pool on the floor next to her feet. She hadn’t planned to be in this situation tonight and suddenly wished she’d worn sexier undergarments. Despite the plain white bra and panties, she found his eyes riveted on her body, as if she was clad in something straight out a Victoria’s Secret catalog. The sight strengthened her resolve to remain and let him look his fill.
Leo’s command was quick, rumbling, and precise. “Off.”
She shivered as that strong, unwavering sound found only in her dreams finally hit her ears. This was it. The moment of truth. Everything would be bared to him. There was no more hiding. Keeping her eyes locked to his, Jillian unclipped the front clasp of the bra, drew the cups away from her heavy breasts, and let the material fall from her arms. Pushing the panties down, she tried to be as graceful as possible while her foot nudged them next to her dress. Glancing up, she saw that he was assessing everything.
Instantly, her nipples tightened and drew a soft gasp from her lips. Instinct kicked in and she reached up to cover her breasts, but caught herself before she succeeded. She lowered her arms and tried to keep from shaking out of her skin. His low, sultry voice sent additional tingles racing her spine.
“I see how hard you fight to keep from covering yourself, Jillian. That you’ve refrained without me having to tell you has pleased me immensely. I know that was difficult for you.”
Knees trembling, Jillian was unable to hold back her question. Swallowing hard, she gestured toward his groin. “You’re…you’re not hard. That makes me think that you don’t like what you see.”
Leo slowly shook his head. “No, baby. I like everything about you. Very much so. You’re stunning. More than I could have ever imagined.” He reached down, palmed his cock, and made two slow, steady strokes from the base to the tip. Opening his hand, it rolled out and rested against his thigh again. No different from before.
For a brief instant, she panicked and thought that he might be impotent. He quickly dispelled that theory.
“I have control, Jillian. That’s something you’ll expect me to maintain throughout our encounters. I’ll come to demand it of you as well.”
Chills traveled across her skin from imagining what this man was capable of doing. He was so masculine and assured. Jillian knew in no uncertain terms that she’d never have to experience embarrassing fumbles in the dark as he allowed the one-eyed blind snake to search for her opening unassisted, fighting for breath as he squashed her to the mattress while selfishly trying to get his nut, or falling asleep before he could completely roll off of her. No, that wasn’t going to be Leo Straton’s style, whatsoever. This was a fully-grown, virile, knee-wobbling, sex god standing within arm’s reach. Fuck. He’s going to consume me.
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Celeste was born and raised in a small town between Dallas/Fort Worth and Austin. Wanting to see more than her small Texas town, she joined the Marines, which satisfied her craving to see more of the U.S. and her drive to see if she could be one of the few and the proud. A firm believer in educating the mind, Celeste has achieved several advanced degrees, the latest being a master’s of science.
Her true love is writing erotic romance about men who know how to treat their women right. Celeste is also the author of the award winning FUELED BY LUST series. All currently released books in the series have made it into the Top 5 Bestseller Lists at Bookstrand.com within days of release as well as making it into the Top 10 Hottest New Releases in Erotic Science Fiction on Amazon.
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Sunday, July 19, 2015
Excerpt from the third book in the Ferae series
Jarrod eye the man down the barrel of his Glock 19. Compared to its normal feel it weighed less which meant that it's magazine was low. Not that he needed a lot of bullets to put the man down but it was nice to have options.
“Drop it or I'll slit her throat,” the man said. He tightened his hold as he placed the blade against the side of her neck right near her jugular.
“What if I don't care,” Jarrod replied still considering his options. “Even if you do drop her, You still won't make it out of here alive.”
“You wish,” he said tensing his hand.
Jarrod squinted, focused his gaze and shot before the man could make a move. A red dot appeared on his forehead. His hands dropped to his side as he fell to the ground.
The woman quaked and screamed as she stared at her assailant.
“Go! Leave now!” Jarrod ordered in Basque.
Stumbling a brief moment, the woman steadied her footing then ran away.
“Uriah I told you this would happen,” he said bending over the man's body.
Leafing through the man's pockets he smiled when he found what he was looking for. A small black memory stick attached to a key. He slipped it into his shirt pocket then walked away.
In the distance he heard the wailing of a police's siren. “So much for keeping this quiet.”
Determined not to be caught by the police, Jarrod ran behind the warehouse. Seeing a small car, he broke the window with his elbow, unlocked the door and got inside. He took out a small knife and cracked the steering column exposing several wires. Crossing a couple of them, the old car's engine came to life. He pulled away just as the police arrived.
Friday, July 17, 2015
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, spanking, HEA]
When Cora Blanchard said goodbye to Jamie Connolly seven years ago, she knew she'd have to see him again eventually. What she doesn't expect is for all of the old feelings she thought she had let go to come rushing back to the surface. It was as if nothing had changed. Fresh out of a highly publicized train wreck of a relationship, Cora is afraid to trust in those feelings or in herself. She tries to remain friends with him, but she's just fooling herself. There's no way she can be with him and not want more.
The moment that Jamie sees her, he realizes that seven years of silence and two thousand miles haven't changed his feelings. The only thing that has changed is Cora. He sees a sadness in her eyes that was never there before. Just as Jamie is starting to earn her love and her trust, someone threatens to tear them apart forever.
He gathered the paint cans and supplies, then moved toward the entrance. As he walked through the main lobby he thought about how he was going to tell Cora. Even more, he thought about the conversation he was going to have with Patty.
He hit the button and waited. When the elevator doors slid open, he was facing one highly surprised Cora. Shit, he thought. This had not gone according to plan.
He winced, felt the flush creep up his neck and then said, “So you're never going to believe this incredibly awkward coincidence.”
A cautious look in her eye, she stepped out of the elevator, took in his painting supplies and said, “Try me.”
“Patty. She rented me a vacant office on the second floor. I didn't realize you were here until I called Evan to ask about painting. This isn't nearly as stalker-ish as it seems. I swear to god.”
Cora considered him for a moment and then said, “It's entirely plausible.”
Jamie made a move to lift a hand, paint can and all, and said, “Scouts honor. My decision to rent an office here has nothing to do with you. I was going to drop these off and then text you to warn you. When I talked to Evan about painting, he figured it out. I love 'em, but my family can sometimes be a real pain in the ass.”
“Agreed,” she responded. “But...you weren't a boy scout, were you?”
“Nope. I still had no idea, though. I'm sorry.”
“This has Patty written all over it, Jamie. It's fine,” Cora said, letting him off the hook.
He gave a small sigh of relief, then asked, “Wanna come take a look? Keep in mind, I'm doing some redecorating.”
Cora looked down at her watch and said, “Sure. Let me go drop off this package and I'll be right back.”
Jamie leaned against the bank of elevators, paint bucket and supplies in hand, as he waited for Cora to finish in the mailroom. He shook his head again, still unable to believe Patty. He really couldn't wait to have a conversation with her. At least Cora hadn't freaked out on him.
When he saw her approaching, he pressed the button for the elevator again. After she stepped inside, he moved into the space with her.
As he hit the second floor, she said, “Oh! I bet you're in the office where the holistic doctor was.”
“Yeah, the landlord said it was a doctor's office that left,” Jamie said, a smile pulling at his lips.
He walked down the hallway, and stopped in front of his new office. He set the paint bucket down and dug for his keys. When he unlocked the door, a waft of stale incense and pot met them.
Cora did a slow turn as they stepped inside, then she wrinkled her nose and said, “Seems like maybe they were more into herbal healing. Unless you've picked up a new hobby that I don't know about?”
She turned to face him, her laughter echoing in the empty space around them. In that moment, her hair draped over her shoulder, eyes shining, all traces of sadness were gone. She was absolutely stunning.
He itched to pull her to him, bury his hands in her hair, and press his mouth against hers. He suspected that wouldn't go over well, so instead, he buried his hands in his pocket and grinned.
After a pause, he said, “That hasn't been my thing since college. Nothing to disclose, Dr. Blanchard. What about you?”
“Never tried it. Apparently all I needed to do was come down the hall,” she said with a snort as she wandered into the conference room.
“Yeah. The landlord is tearing out the carpet over the weekend and putting in hardwood. That'll probably get rid of the smell. Plus, I'm going to air it out in here when I paint,” he said.
“Oh, don't tell me you're replacing this beautiful green paint,” Cora said, a smirk pulling at her lips.
His face deadpan, he said, “Don't worry. Just retouching it.”
Her eyes widened as she said, “Please tell me you're kidding.”
“Completely kidding,” he said with a grin. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed the paint sample out, holding it up for her inspection.
Cora visibly relaxed and said, “Warm beige. I can see that. And you said you found cherrywood furniture?”
“I may go with something lighter. I haven't entirely decided.”
“Hardwood? Nice. By the way, in light of recent events, did you just want to order in lunch tomorrow? That way you can get started early tomorrow.”
“Would you mind?” he asked. Cora had always been thoughtful. It was one of the things that he had liked so much about her. She thought about other people in a way that most people didn't.
“It was my idea, Jamie,” she said, drily. “I remember how exciting putting together my office was.”
“What time did you want to plan for? I'll call in the order.”
He watched her glance down at her watch, saw her eyes widen and heard her mutter, “Crap, crap, crap. I'm gonna be late. I'll check my schedule and text you later. Congrats on the new office!”
Before he could speak, she gave him a quick hug and scurried out of the office past him.
“Bye,” he said to her retreating figure.
One cup of coffee later, she rolled out her yoga mat in her living room. As she slid effortlessly from pose to pose, she could feel the stress leaving her body. She continued working through her routine until she felt completely loose. When she finally opened her eyes, she jumped a little in surprise. Jamie stood there, coffee cup in hand, wearing nothing but boxers and a smile.
Putting a hand over her heart, she said, “I didn't realize you were there. You scared me.”
Jamie set the cup of coffee he held onto the dining room table and said, “Tell me you're done with that.”
“I'm done with that,” Cora said, wiping a towel over her brow and wresting the ponytail holder out of her hair. As she shook her hair free, she let out a sigh of relief.
“That was,” Jamie said as he walked toward her, “twenty minutes of pure torture, watching that, baby. I had no idea you were that flexible.”
Jamie stood in front of her now, so close that her breasts brushed against his chest. She said, “I didn't even realize you were watching.”
His hand moved up to slide the strap of her tank top off her shoulder. As he lowered his mouth to her skin, he said, “I couldn't help it. That was so fucking sexy.”
Cora tilted her head to the side as his teeth grazed her shoulder. Goose bumps raised on her arms when he cupped her breast through the cotton tank and began to rub his thumb lightly over her nipple. The light touches of his fingers and the barest hint of teeth were driving her absolutely crazy.
“Jamie,” she moaned, when she felt the nip of his teeth against her neck.
He lifted his mouth from her shoulder and tugged her tank top over her head without ceremony. When the cool air swept over her, a fresh wave of goose bumps rose on her skin. She took a final step forward, so that they were pressed together, and pulled his mouth down to hers.
As one kiss melded into another, she let her hands roam the muscles of his back and chest, her nails dragging across his skin. When she finally slipped the waistband of his boxers down and began to stroke him, he said, “Fuck, I love the feel of your hands on my cock.”
Cora slowed the speed of her hand and began to kiss her way down his chest, stopping along the way to run her lips and tongue along the ridges of his stomach. As she settled on to her knees, she asked, “But what about the feel of my mouth on your cock?”
She continued to stroke with one hand as she leaned in to swirl her tongue around the tip of his erection. Licking along the length of it, she flicked her tongue against the sensitive spot just below the head, before she took him fully into her mouth.
One of the hands that had been hanging loosely at his side immediately slid into her hair, gripping it tightly. Cora whimpered around his cock as she felt a flood of arousal between her thighs. She hadn't thought she'd enjoy the slight edge of pain, but the fact that she was dripping with arousal, said otherwise.
Jamie began to rock his hips, thrusting into her mouth. When his hand tightened in her hair, she moaned around him and pressed her thighs together, hoping to alleviate some the throbbing ache.
When she shifted again, and whimpered around his thick cock, Jamie asked, “Is sucking my cock turning you on, Cora? Why don't you play with that pretty pussy for me? Slide those shorts down if you can.”
Cora only hesitated a moment before she moved her hands to slide her shorts down. Once they were at her knees, she wiggled slightly so she wasn't trapped in them.
“That's it,” Jamie groaned. “Spread your thighs, sweetheart. I want to see. Show me how wet you are.”
Needy, Cora dipped her hand between her thighs and held it up. It glistened with her cream.
“Fuck, baby. You're soaked. Rub your clit for me. I wanna see you fall apart.”
Cora moved one hand back up to stroke along his length and slid the other between her thighs. Pressing two fingers inside her aching cunt, she began to rock against her hand as he fucked her mouth. She ground herself against her palm, desperate for any sort of friction on her aching clit.
She wanted to see him lose control. She wanted him feeling as wild and needy as she was. Cora knew just how to make that happen. Moving her hand from around his length, she relaxed her jaw, taking him even deeper into her mouth.
When he nudged the back of her throat, Jamie ground out, “Sweet fucking christ. Just like that.”
As the beginnings of release started, she whimpered around his cock. She shifted her hand and now rubbed tight circles around her throbbing clit. The ache only intensified.
Almost lightheaded, she reached underneath, lightly massaging his balls. When he gritted out, “Oh, fuck. Like that,” and gave her hair another rough tug, she cried out around his cock, release barreling through her like a freight train.
Seconds later he said, “Oh christ, baby. I'm gonna come,” as he erupted in her mouth.
Cora felt the hot liquid hit the back of her throat and continued to swallow until the grip on her hair had loosened slightly. Her body throbbed with release in time with his, but it wasn't nearly enough. Something about this man made her all but insatiable.
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Wednesday, July 15, 2015
[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA]
The house Alyssa Kinney inherited needs repairs, the accompanying dog hates her, and her job at the newspaper isn’t as glamorous as she’d dreamed. Stack on a couple of smokin’ hot neighbors that would rather snicker than lend a hand, and her new life in Cherish isn’t off to a great start. Then a multi-car accident creates a hazardous scene and her boss’s star reporter is MIA. But the story will do more than prove her worthy to her boss when it ignites a fire in Cherish even two drool-worthy firefighters can’t put out.
Everything about their sexy new neighbor has firefighters Tanner Carlisle and Nick Calfee burning with needs. Never ones to run from a fire, they decide they’ll need to extinguish this one with a full-frontal attack. They’re not looking for anything serious, but when the blaze proves to be fueled by more than carnal needs, they realize this thing with Alyssa might be more than a fling.
Tanner Carlisle ignored his rapidly stiffening cock and grinned around the rim of his coffee mug as he brought it to his mouth for a sip. In the front yard of the house next door, his new neighbor was putting on quite an amusing show. The dog, an oversized mutt really, was named Precious of all things. He took off like a rocket down the drive, dragging a frazzled, snarling, truly spectacular beauty behind him. The sex kitten was holding onto Precious’s leash for dear life, shouting at the dog to slow down, and scrambling to keep up in tennis shoes that looked like they had just come off the department store shelf. Her shapely legs were clad in workout pants molded to her perfect hips and tantalizing ass in a way that made it impossible to continue to ignore his cock now attempting to burst through the zipper of his uniform pants. Her hair was the color of a fine bottle of scotch, pulled into a neat ponytail high on the back of her head, and long enough for the tips to still dance across the small of her back.
“Damn it, Precious! I said we were going to walk around the block, not race around the freaking thing.”
The dog outweighed her by at least fifty pounds. Tanner figured she would’ve had better luck if she had put a saddle on his back and rode him down the street rather than taking him for a walk around the block. If, that was, the dog let her get close enough to even attempt to saddle him. Tanner wondered how she had managed to get a leash on him considering how the dog seemed to prefer to keep his distance from his new owner.
“Will you slow down?”
Precious proved he didn’t have any intentions of slowing down as he hit the street. Tanner snickered, maybe a bit too loudly, because her head jerked his way. Their gazes met for only a moment, just long enough for him to catch the irritation and helplessness in her amazing eyes. Then Precious spotted a squirrel sprinting across the street and made a break for it, dragging the despondent beauty with him.
“Are you ready to head out?”
Tanner kept his gaze on the woman as she managed to catch up with Precious when the dog stopped in the yard across the street to bark at the terrified squirrel that had taken refuge in a tree. “In a minute. I’m having a mental debate on whether or not I should lend a hand over there.”
His mind wasn’t the only part of his anatomy engaged in the debate. As a firefighter on A-shift at the Cherish F.D., he knew all too well the gratitude often offered by the damsel when she was rescued from her distress. It usually came in the form of something that eventually led to rumpled sheets, sweaty bodies, and exhausting fun.
Nick Calfee moved closer to the rail of the front porch, leaned on it, and grinned as the woman tugged with all her might on Precious’s leash. “I take it that’s our new neighbor?”
The woman that had owned the house next door along with her husbands had passed away a few months back. The triad had been out on the town one Saturday night when their car was struck by a drunk driver. One of the men was killed instantly and the other died a few hours later in the hospital. Upon hearing the news of her husbands’ passing, the woman apparently gave up her fight to live. She died a couple of days later. The doctors attributed her death to the injuries she had sustained in the accident. Tanner thought it more likely that she hadn’t wanted to go on without the loves of her life.
Tanner and Nick had dropped by the funeral home to pay their respects, but they hadn’t seen the scotch beauty that had apparently inherited the house and the triad’s dog. They had realized last week that she must have moved in, but they still hadn’t seen her in the flesh—very fantastic flesh at that—before now.
“She’s pretty hot.”
Tanner felt his grin widen as Nick shifted his stance, undoubtedly to relieve some of the pressure building in his crotch. He had known he wouldn’t be the only one with a stiffening affliction once Nick caught sight of her. “Are you referring to her looks or the temper flaming out of her ears?”
Nick chuckled. “Both. After the way that dog has kept me up half the night barking in the last week, I say this is one fire we let her put out on her own. If she doesn’t get control of that dog now, she never will.”
Tanner agreed, even if his suffering cock didn’t. Precious, though why in the world Vera Glasper chose that name for the overgrown male mutt was beyond him, had always been a nice, quiet dog until the scotch beauty had taken over his guardianship. The only time they had heard the dog bark was when it thought there was a threat to his masters. In the last week, they had heard the dog bark more than ever. Last night, after nearly an hour of listening to the ruckus, he and Nick had taken it upon themselves to make a quiet pass around the house next door. The only threat they saw was that the scotch beauty had been keeping Precious tied to a tree in the backyard when she wasn’t around.
Across the street, Precious finally gave up on the squirrel, but not on the marathon he obviously had in mind. With a jerk of the leash, he was off again. The scotch beauty startled, let out a yelp, and nearly fell on her face before she gained her footing.
Nick snorted and pushed away from the rail as dog and woman disappeared out of sight.