Tag: erotic contemporary romance

Cover Reveal for The Island (Now and Forever 2)

I’m so excited! While at work today at my evil day job as a veterinarian, I received an email notification on my cell. Imagine my excitement to see an email from Siren today with copies of my new cover. Whoohoo!

The cover artist, Christine Kirchoff, captured what I had in mind for the island at sunset. Even though the model on the cover has blonde hair and I picture Quinn as a brunette, I think the couple looks perfect! I asked a question on Facebook the other day. “Who did you picture in your mind as Quinn when you read For the Love of Quinn? I got a variety of answers and you know what? All of them were correct. Who I picture in my mind doesn’t have to be the exact version you picture. That’s the whole point of reading books isn’t it? Letting your imagination run wild is more than half the fun, and picturing yourself as one of the characters is the rest of it!

So with that being said, here is my new cover!

 

It’s scheduled for release on November 15th. If that changes, you better believe I’ll let you know. 😉

~Tammy

Enslaved and Enticed…Oh My!

Happy Labor Day to all and welcome back to Behind Closed Doors for Oh My! Monday. Today I’m excited to have a fellow Siren author with us. Tatum Throne’s newest release Stolen Moment(Enslaved and Enticed 1), is an erotic contemporary paranormal romance. It’s a quick read at just over 26,000 words but you will find out very quickly why it’s rated SEXTREME! If it were any longer, you just might find yourself in a puddle of molten flesh before you reached the final page.

On sale at Bookstrand now

Stolen Moment is Tatum’s fourth book with Siren and the first of the cursed series Enslaved and Enticed. Just reading the blurb has been wanting more…oh wait. I haven’t shared that with you yet. How rude of me. 😉 Without further adieu…

                                         BLURB

Archaeologist Rylie Sawyer unknowingly unearthed a cursed pendant that seduces and kills. Desperate to keep others safe, Rylie plans on using her empathic abilities to steal the pendant back. The day of the heist, she discovers she isn’t the only one going after the pendant.

Trey Masters has secretly watched Rylie from afar for the last two years. He will stop at nothing to protect Rylie, even entrapping her with his abilities. All he needs to do now is keep her out of the game while his team acquires the pendant.

From the moment they meet they have an intense and otherworldly bond. Together, they must use their powers to destroy the pendant. Caught by the scars of the past year, Rylie knows she must trust Trey with her life. As the secrets Trey is keeping are revealed, will she trust the man she’s fallen hard for or run away?

 

Still not convinced? Well how about a scorching hot ADULT excerpt?  

 

His mouth crushed over hers in a passionate kiss. She moaned as he used the cold cobblestone to hold her up. Trey’s hands came around to lift her legs around his waist. He smoothed his hands up her thighs and reached around to get a nice squeeze of her ass. Rylie twined her arms around his neck and kissed him fully. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and took control. He groaned.

A small part of her realized she was submitting to his touch and that burned. She was losing every part of her life she had control over.

He pulled his mouth away to nibble on her neck and scraped his teeth up over her earlobe. His heated breath whispered over her ear. “I’m going to make you mine.”

She shivered as his hand moved up her belly to squeeze her breast. He didn’t stop there. His hand stroked up the front of her neck, caressing her thrumming heartbeat. His thumb lifted her chin so that their eyes met. His lips brushed over hers, testing her boundaries. Her pussy clenched tightly. She wanted this and was frightened she would get it.

“Masters.”

“Fuck. I like it when you say my last name,” he growled.

She groaned as his cock pinned her to the wall, pushing her pussy lips open. He kissed her again. She could feel the throbbing beat of his cock as he worked her mouth over. Trey slid his hand down to the button on her jeans, flicking it open with an ease that spoke of experience. Her zipper flew south half a second later. 

Rylie broke her mouth away as his hand smoothed over her satin bikinis. He rubbed fast circles over her clitoris, making it stand up and pulsate. She sucked in a harsh breath as his fingers pulled her panties aside and they were skin on skin. She wet his fingers as they dove between her lips in a gentle, erotic push.

He thumbed his way up over her nubbin, rolling it around with the pad of his thumb like a joystick. Rylie was getting close. She could feel her orgasm building to a frenzy. All of a sudden, Trey started to hold back. She was balanced on the edge.

“Open your eyes, Rylie. Look at me.”

Her eyes flew open and her nails dug into his rock hard shoulders. “Trey.”

“When was the last time a man got you off?”

Her foggy and sexed-up brain was slow to understand his question. “Um, you mean you don’t know? I thought you knew everything about me.”

“Answer me, Rylie. When was it?”

“College.”

He groaned. “Tell me you’ve been taking care of your sex.”

She chuckled, a deep, husky sound. “Wouldn’t you like to see that?”

“You have a sassy mouth when you’re aroused.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. Keep your eyes open. I want to see them dilate when you come.”

“You can’t make me.”

He stopped playing with her pussy to drive his point home. The loss of friction and more importantly, his kisses, made her realize how much she wanted Trey to touch her everywhere. She tried to move but he stopped her with a rough pinch to her ass that locked her body down tight to his. He licked and kissed his way down her neck and back up again. His eyes locked with hers.

“When we’re together, you’re mine. You’ll do everything and anything I want.”

He edged the knuckle of his forefinger up and locked her clit between his finger and thumb. She groaned as he emphasized his point by squeezing her clit. Pleasure exploded through her body. He rolled it tighter. Her core tightened and her pussy contracted hard. 

“Eyes open,” he groaned.

His demand was an order she dared not refuse. Rylie cried out as her orgasm stole her breath away. She bit her lip as she held his gaze. The muscles in his face and body were flexed taut as he watched her go. There was something animalistic about the way he drank up every last drop of her reaction. The primal need to mate was a tribal beat vibrating between them.

Rylie squirmed, rocking her hips as he held her in his seductive grip, not releasing her clit at all. Her body wet more, causing his knuckles to slip back into her pussy.

Rylie was still riding the top note of her orgasm as he lifted her higher on his hips. He reached down with his other hand to pull the corners of her jeans aside as though he were opening a neatly wrapped gift. He reached in with both hands, grabbing the cotton band of her panties. She gasped as he gently tugged, slipping her panties into a reversed thong. He twisted the cotton into his fist while his fingers went exploring.

 

Didn’t I tell you? Now don’t tell me you don’t want to read more of  Trey and Rylie’s story. So go ahead. Click on the book cover above and it will take you directly to the Siren Bookstrand webpage. There you can get your very own copy of Stolen Moment at a 10% discount through September 6th. Go ahead.  We’ll wait for you.

 

I see you’re a little flushed. You’ve already started to read it haven’t you? Well, put your e-reader down a moment and let me introduce you to the author.  

Author Tatum Throne

 

 

 

Tatum Throne has a master’s degree in social work. She left the field of medical social work to be a stay at home mom and to pursue her dreams of writing romance. She has three school aged boys with her husband, AJ, and two rowdy hamsters named Nibbler and CJ.

When not indulging her fantasies, Tatum enjoys baking chocolate chip cookies, hiking, spending time with her family, and spreading awareness of Eosinophilic Disorders. Tatum is a member of RWA and lives with her family in a tiny suburb of Cincinnati. Tatum loves hearing from her readers. You can reach her at the following links.

Email: tatumthrone@gmail.com

Website

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Siren Author Page

 

 

The Author Spotlight is on…Alexandra Anthony

Welcome back once again to Behind Closed Doors. Today I’m excited to welcome as my guest the author of The Vampire Destiny series, Alexandra Anthony. I had the pleasure of hosting her twice on my sister blog Sassy Vixen Publishing. This time we get to learn a bit more about her as an author and a little spoiler for her soon to be released  Illusion (The Vampire Destiny #2). So grab your favorite beverage and join me in finding out a little more about Alexandra and her fabulous vampires.  ~Tammy

 

Do your stories tend to be character driven or plot driven?

I think a little of both.  I love my main character Stefan, and even though the story is written through Josie’s eyes, I tend to find myself writing the story to see the different sides of Stefan; his sentimental side, his cocky, arrogant side and his vampire bad-ass side!

 

Do you listen to music while writing? What kinds of music work best for you? Do different types of music help you for different types of scenes?

Absolutely!  If I’m writing a more romantic scene, I tend to lean towards some of Maroon 5 (Never Gonna Leave This Bed, How) or Muse (Unintended).  When I’m writing my more erotic, sexy scenes, I’m all about Madonna (Erotica), Fiona Apple (Criminal, Sleep to Dream) and Lenny Kravitz (If you can’t say no) and NIN (Closer).

 

Who is the heroine and what draws her to the hero? 

Josephine (Josie) is my heroine.  She is a psychic empath and has just found out that her entire life was a lie.  She finds out who her true parents are, what she really is and how this information is going to change her life.  Stefan is her fated love; the one person made for her and helps her as she overcomes the obstacles of her new life.

 

Who is the hero and what draws him to the heroine?

Stefan is my hero.  He is a 975 year old vampire that also is psychic and had a vision of Josephine 200 years ago and he has been searching for his fated mate for two centuries.  He’s Scandanavian, incredibly handsome and is quick-witted, intelligent and wise.  He’s drawn to Josie because of her beauty and the fact he knows they are fated to be together, like two halves of a whole.

 

Is there a villain?  Who is he? 

There is a villain.  Actually, there are a few characters that are going to cause Stefan and Josie issues, but that’s another story… Without giving away too much of Book 2, it’s someone close to Josie that you normally wouldn’t expect to be the bad guy.  He wants her for her abilities and for what she knows, and if he can’t have her, no one can.

 

Is this book part of a series?

Yes!  I’m currently working on Book 2 in The Vampire Destiny Series called ‘Illusion’.  It should be out in September 2012.

 

How many books do you anticipate having in this series?

As long as the ideas keep flowing, I see no limit!  I already have 4 loosely plotted out, so the opportunities for Stefan and Josie are limitless!

 

 

Thank you once again for joining us today, Alexandra! Now on to what our visitors have been waiting for…the HOT EXCERPT! Oh and let’s not forget about the sneak peek at part two of Stefan and Josephine’s love story. 

 

Adult Excerpt from Fated (The Vampire Destiny #1)

The feel of fingers trailing up my legs, soft and cool stirred me out of my sleep.  Stretching, I opened my eyes to see a very naked Stefan stretched out beside me on the bed like a giant lion, his eyes and hands focused on my exposed legs.

I couldn’t resist just staring at him for a moment, noticing all the little things I’d missed last night.  His flawless skin was stretched taut across his cheekbones and his nose was slightly crooked.  His lower lip was slightly fuller than the top and currently his teeth were biting into it, as if the task at hand required all of his concentration.  His golden blond hair had fallen over his forehead, shielding his eyes.  My attention focused on the dip between his collarbones and I suddenly had the urge to put my mouth there.  Or possibly my tongue.

“Someone is awake.” Stefan’s voice jerked me from my thoughts.  He lifted his head and smiled slyly at me.  I sleepily smiled back, stretching like a cat.

“Hey. You’re back already,” I murmured, my head still thick with sleep.  Running my fingers over the skin on his arm, I lightly scratched him with my fingernails and watched as his eyes flickered from the sensation.

“I could not stay away for long.  You have made me an addict and I can only think of you,” He replied, lowering his head to brush his lips against the skin on my legs. “You have on too many clothes.”

My body jolted, going from groggy to wide awake in the matter of seconds.  Desire slowly spread over my body and wetness began to flood between my legs.  He noticed my arousal and he blurred into action.

He yanked the sheet away from the rest of my body, eying my tank top and boycut shorts with displeasure.  He pulled the shorts off of me with one swift tug and his hands moved up my body to slowly roll the tank top over my breasts and head, tossing it across the room.  He reclined on his side next to me, his muscles flexing as his fingers drifted around the circle of my breast, sliding down my stomach to the swell of my hips.  His head leaned down to pull my nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it until it pebbled tautly.  A delightful shiver of wanting ran through me as his mouth moved to the other, repeating the sensual dance.

“What should I do with you? There are so many choices.” Stefan looked me over seductively and a tiny moan escaped from my lips.  He spread my legs open wide, his fingers rubbing against my clit and spreading the wetness over my folds.

“I could do this.” Two long fingers disappeared inside of my wet pussy, slowly slipping in and out, his darkened eyes fixed on my face as he watched me writhe from his touch.  I let out a sharp gasp as he slowly continued his ministrations, his movements deliberate and determined.

“Oh god.  Don’t stop.” I whimpered, clutching his muscular arms with my hands.  I heard his ragged sigh of satisfaction from my response.  He lowered his mouth to my neck and his lips moved down my throat, his tongue cool and wet against my heated skin.

“Never,” Stefan whispered.  My hips frantically rocked against his hand, his fingers stroking and curling inside of me while his thumb rubbed tight circles around my clit.  My inner walls clenched around them and I boldly cried out in pleasure, begging for his cock.

Even though he was the one that had mentioned addiction, my need for him was like a drug running through my veins.  I didn’t care about anything right now except wanting more of him.

“You never have to beg,” Stefan murmured, his voice deep and raspy.  He moved between my thighs and my leg wrapped around him, guiding him to me.  With one quick thrust he buried himself inside of me, his hips thrusting slowly as he lowered his body against mine, my aching nipples pressing against the hardness of his chest.

He sucked my lower lip into his mouth, nipped it with his teeth, then closed his mouth hard over mine.  My other leg moved to wrap around his hips and a growl rumbled in his chest, hissing as his cock slipped deeper inside of me, our bodies moving together in a frantic rhythm.

He raised his mouth from mine and gazed into my eyes.  “Josephine.”  His soft lips descended down my neck, his tongue swirling over the pulsing hollow at the base of my throat.

A broken sob escaped my lips as he continued to plunge into me, filling me with full, heavy strokes.  He lowered his mouth to my breast, his tongue circling my nipple and his sharp fangs scraping lightly against my skin.

“Fuck, Stefan…bite,” I wailed hoarsely.  The speed of his thrusts slowed for a moment as he raised his hooded eyes search mine.  “Do it!”

Stefan eyes locked with mine as his lips closed over my right nipple.  I cried out when his fangs sank into my breast, the sting painfully exquisite.  I exploded into a million pieces around him as he drank from me, my climax triggering his own.  He shuddered as he emptied inside of me, his hips thrusting erratically as he rode out his orgasm.  I clung to him desperately until he stilled against me and retracted his fangs from my breast.

He fell to my side and pulled me with him so we were facing each other.  His lips hovered over mine, his breath cool against my face.  I kissed his lips, his chin and down his neck lazily.  He hugged me tightly, nudging his head against mine like a cuddly, dangerous cat.

We were lying in a tangled heap of arms and legs on the bed.  My hands were absently stroking patterns on his muscular back, smiling as I felt the muscles ripple underneath the movement of my fingers.  Closing my eyes, I snuggled against him and marveled at how he felt against my skin, cool and like velvet-covered steel.

His voice was quiet and distant when he finally spoke. “I broke my promise.  I said we would not do this again until we talked.”

“Yeah, it was horrible how you took advantage of me like that,” I said sarcastically.  ”It’s not like I put up any kind of fight,” I murmured, running my nose against the soft skin of his neck.

Stefan smiled against my temple, then placed a light kiss in its place.  I closed my eyes and tightened my arms around him, mentally willing him to stay.  I didn’t want whatever we had to end.

“Josephine, I do not want this to end,” Stefan whispered against my face.  He pressed light kisses along my cheekbone and sighed with contentment.

Shocked at his similar words, I turned my head to look at him and felt my face soften into a smile when I saw the honesty shining in his eyes.  I moved a shaky hand up to stroke his face, the slight stubble scratching the tips of my fingers.

 

Prologue from Illusion (The Vampire Destiny #2)

I could only stand by helpless as I watched Josephine collapsed against me, her fragile mind overloaded with information. She had learned too much too soon and she was stronger than most humans. Yet even the strongest people had their breaking point. My beloved had found hers today when she found out her long lost father was a vampire. And not just any vampire; he was one of the most powerful vampires in the world. 

Carrying her to one of the sofas, I placed her gently against the overstuffed leather. Her reddish-blond hair fanned around her head like a halo, her long eyelashes casting a shadow over her prominent cheekbones. Unable to stop myself, I leaned and pressed my lips against hers.

 
“Come back to me, vackra. I need you,” I whispered against her unresponsive lips. They were warm and pliable, soft pink and irresistible to me. I would sit by her forever if that is what it would take to get her back. I tried to read her thoughts but they were blocked by a blackness that shrouded her mind, protecting her from the events of the day.

 
“You love my daughter,” Kian stated simply. He sat down on the arm of the sofa and clasped his hands together in his lap. I had forgotten that we were not alone.

 
“Yes.”

 
“I have watched you for centuries as you searched for her. Many would have given up, yet you never faltered. It’s admirable,” he said. His green eyes, so much like Josephine’s, traveled over his daughters face. His eyes shifted to me, a wry smile on his face.

 
“She is my fated. I had no choice,” I said. Reaching for her small hand, I enveloped it in my much larger grasp. Expecting to feel her squeeze my hand in response, I was again surprised to feel it slack against mine. My eyes swept over her, silently musing that if not for the steady rise and fall of her chest and strum of her heartbeat, she looked like a vampire in rest.

 
“She is immortal, Stefan. She is also partly human. Eventually she would have stopped aging. Your blood and influence will speed up the process. She will forever be as she is now,” Kian said, reaching to stroke her hair. “I could not ask for a better vampire to protect her, Stefan.”

 
Drawing an unnecessary breath, I hesitated for a moment. “You said she is immortal. I will not need to change her?” It would be a relief to know I would not have to kill her to be have an eternity with her. It also explained the questions that lingered in my mind and explained why I had the vision of her when humans were a blank to me. Since she was as much vampire as she was human, I could see parts of her future.

 
“She is still human. She could still die a human death. At some point, you will have to change her. I’m sorry.” Kian stood and rested his hand on my shoulder for a moment. “You have been a faithful servant of the Board and Council for centuries. You will do what you think is right. When she wakes, I want to speak to her. And that is not a request.”

 
I watched his compact form leave the room, leaving me alone with her. Hours blended together as I sat at her side, willing her back to me. I spoke quietly to her, hoping that the sound of my voice would be enough to bring her back to me.

 
“Stefan.”

 
Tensing at Sofia’s voice, I did not turn and acknowledge her entrance into the room. She was an unwelcome annoyance. “Sofia. Now is not the time to annoy me. Find someone else to bother,” I growled in response. She had been a willing bedmate over two centuries ago. I had not touched since my vision of Josephine 200 years ago, yet she never tired of trying to convince me that she was still willing to pick up where we left off.

 
“Is that any way to greet me, Stefan?” She purred. I could feel her eyes sweeping over my body like eager fingers.

 
“Explain what you were expecting, Sofia. For me to fuck you? Hardly.” I scoffed and glanced at her over my shoulder. She was beautiful with her long dark hair and black eyes, however her good looks meant nothing to me now. My words angered her and I watched as her eyes darkened with undisguised fury.

 

 
“Leave her and come with me. We were so good together. She is nothing but a mere human. She cannot satisfy you as I can. Don’t you remember, Stefan?” Sofia’s voice was a seductive whisper as she crossed the room to stand behind me. “Remember what we had… what we can have again.”

 
My eyes closed for a moment and I swallowed back the rage that I felt building inside of me as I listened to her mindless chatter. My mind filtered through memories of myself with her, like looking through a catalog. She was simply a willing body to fuck. I longed to rip Sofia apart, limb by limb. To see her suffer at my hands would be satisfying.

 

 
“That was 250 years ago, Sofia. You were at best a meaningless fuck,” I replied quietly. My eyes reopened and I reached to brush Josephine’s hair back from her face. My fingers traced the curve of her cheek and brushed against the swell of her full lips. All those years of anonymous bodies and forgettable mouths… they were all insignificant in comparison to her. She was now my salvation and my reason to exist.

 
“Look at you, Stefan. She’s making you weak.” Her heavily accented voice was filled with disdain. She stepped closer and rested a perfectly manicured hand on my shoulder.

 

 
Gripping her hand, I rose to my feet and twisted her arm behind her back and pulled her against my chest. My fangs dropped as I pulled her arm, threatening to dislocate her shoulder. She struggled weakly against me as she tried to free herself from my grasp. Leaning to whisper in her ear, my voice came out like a growl. “Know that I would rather be seen as weak than ever fuck you again, Sofia.” I pushed her away and watched her stumble to her knees. She turned to face me, her fangs bared as she looked up at me.

 

“I’ll tell your precious Josie that we fucked. How do you think she’ll react to that, Stefan?”

 
Blurring to her side, I had her by her throat before she could react. She clawed against me as I raised her off the ground with one arm, my hand tightening around her neck. “You will do no such thing, Sofia. One more word from you and I. will. end. you. Are we clear?”

 

 
She managed to weakly nod. I continued to tighten my grip, enjoying her escalating fear. It would only take one more squeeze to snap her neck. My hand constricted and I felt the tendons in her neck tense under the increasing pressure.

 

 

I can’t wait to read it! It’s scheduled tentatively come out in September, less than two months away. 😉 Find out more about Alexandra and her work at the following links.  Happy reading and Blessed be.

 

AMAZON

SMASHWORDS

The Vampire Destiny Series Book and Author Page on Facebook

Alexandra’s website

Last Day of the Hoppy Easter Hop!

Hello and welcome back to Behind Closed Doors! Today is the final day of the Hoppy Easter Blog Hop and the last chance you get to visit the sites of over 200 authors and enter in their contests. If this is your first visit to this site, please leave a comment for your entry to win two of the crochet bunnies I make. A picture of the bunny is available on the post for day one. You can even go back to day one and two and leave comments there so you will get a total of three entries. I will choose a winner from all the entries on Monday April 9th.

I thought I would post a story excerpt from my current work in progress The Island (Now and Forever 2). I thought it was appropriate since I’ve been posting pictures from Maui and part of the book is set on a tropical island. Originally, I had this idea as a short story called “A Christmas Miracle for Jake,” but decided I needed to expand on it more and make it a true prequel to For the Love of Quinn.

For those of you who have read my first book with Siren, (thank you!) this second book will give you the background for both Quinn and Jake and what force was really behind how they felt about each other the first time they met in Las Vegas. I’ve also introduced a fantastic “villain” Julia Santos. She’s a diva through and through, but is she really all that evil? You’ll have to wait until it comes out. I’ll keep you posted on that one! Until then, here’s the excerpt I promised. To set this one up, this is the scene where Jake first arrives on the Island and finds out exactly how and why he’s there.

The waves crashed on the beach, bringing him out of his dream with a start.  Jacob bolted straight up out of bed in panic.  “Where the hell am I?”  He stared at his reflection in the mirrored walk-in closet. “Where the fuck are my clothes?”  He glanced around the bungalow, his eyes adjusting to the darkened room.  The curtains of the sliding glass doors were gently billowing into the room from the balmy sea breeze.  He found a pair of jean shorts on the chair near the door and slipped them on before heading outside to check out his surroundings.

Just outside his quarters, he found a large patio, barbecue pit and bubbling hot tub. “Sweet!”  By the looks of the vegetation, Jacob knew he was somewhere in the Pacific Islands, maybe even Hawaii or Tonga. Then again, maybe he was on someone’s private island.  It really didn’t matter.  He just wanted to find out what the hell was happening to him.

Two figures walking along the beach appeared in his sight. He waved to them as they moved up the beach toward his bungalow.  The younger man looked about his brother Eric’s age, covered in tattoos, and something about his eyes made goose bumps pop out all over Jacob’s skin.  They were blue green like the ocean and Jacob couldn’t make himself stop staring at them until the older man spoke.  “Welcome to the island, Jakey.”

His mind didn’t believe what he was seeing and his vision blurred a moment before he locked eyes with Michael. Jacob’s knees weakened and the younger guy reached out to steady him.  “Pop?  How…am I dead?”

Michael took Jacob’s free arm and helped Daniel escort him back to the patio to sit down.  “Not exactly.  This is what the Big Guy Upstairs calls Limbo.  We like to refer to it as The Island.  It has a better ring to it don’t you think?”

“This is definitely not like what I thought Limbo was supposed to look like, but I still don’t understand how I got here.  One minute I’m packing my bag to visit Maredyth for Christmas, and the next I wake up here.”

“That would be my doing. You were in a bad accident with your bike, brotha.”

“Did I hurt anyone else?” Jacob started to panic. What happened to Julia? Was she with me on the bike?”

Michael sighed. “Let him see a bit, Danny. If you don’t, he won’t believe anything we have to tell him.”

Daniel frowned. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He closed his eyes and a white glow surrounded the three of them. All could see what happened a few hours ago as if they were there witnessing it again.

Jacob’s head nearly exploded with the lightning flash of images zipping through his mind. The conversation with Kathy at the bar played out in front of his eyes, followed swiftly by the fight with Julia and Dr. Carlos in his condo. Lightning flashed and he felt the wind in his face as if he was riding his Harley again. The last he remembered was the highway wet with the Christmas rain and then the semi was suddenly in his path.  He put his head in his hands and groaned. “I don’t want to remember anymore.”

“Here, let me help you.” Daniel placed one hand over Jacob’s eyes and the other cradled the back of his head.  A gentle warmth washed over them both and the pain quickly faded.

“How’d you do that?”

Daniel smiled.  “It’s a trick of the trade.  Something we hope you won’t learn for many more years to come.”

Michael reached for Jacob’s hands.  You were brought here for a reason.  It’s not your time yet, but you have to want to go back and live, Jakey.”

“What happens if I decide not to go back, Pop?”

His father’s face fell and tears rolled down his bearded chin.  “There’s nothing written that says you have to go back.  It’s your choice, but you have to understand this. If you stay, you will miss your chance to be with your always and forever.  You won’t get the joy of holding your children for the very first time, and you will never know the love of a beautiful woman who needs you as much as you need her, heart and soul.”

Jacob shook his head sadly.  “That’s not gonna ever happen for me, Pop.  I thought I had that with Julia and she played me for the fool that I am. It happened for Mare and I’m sure it will happen for Eric someday, but not for me. I’m tired of searching for what will never be.  I will never find someone to love and who loves me like you loved Ma.  What you had together was once in a lifetime. ”

Daniel stared at him with his eyes wide. “So you mean to tell me you just want to give up? We are offering you a chance to experience that kind of love your parents had, and still have.”

“Why waste your time? It’s just going to fall apart anyway. Everything I touch tends to do that. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get ahead. I always end up back home with my parents. Some catch I will be for anyone.”

Daniel’s bawdy laugh caught Jacob off guard. “Yep.  You were right, Sarge.  He’s stubborn as a mule.  Quinn will definitely give him a run for his money!”

Jacob’s confusion grew. Not only was he on some tropical island with two angels, he was supposed to meet someone else.  “Who’s Quinn?”

“My sister. She’ll be here soon and you’ll see for yourself.”

This book is a contemporary erotic romance with paranormal elements (angels, the Goddess Fate), M/F and F/F pairings, BDSM and sex toys. It’s going to be a much shorter novel than Quinn’s original story so I hope it grabs your attention enough to want to read more!

Here are a few more pictures from Maui. Happy Easter!

Cheers! Notice the to go cup for my Mai Tai. The bartender was so cute! She gave me a brand new drink after I spilled the first one in the bar!

Here are a couple of shots with us in our Hawaiian wedding attire. Liam’s mother had a blast taking pictures of us all around the resort. People thought we actually got hitched there, but nope. Not yet!

coastline of Lanai
snorkelers off the coast of Molokini. It's a bird sanctuary so no one is allowed on it. Too rocky to try anyway!
On the lookout for whales
Lanai coast. Look how blue the water is! The day was just perfect for this cruise!

Make sure you leave your contact information in your comment. If you win, I want to be able to let you know! Click on the graphic below to take you to the blog hop event page and the list of the other fantastic authors participating. Have fun!

Six Sentence Sunday

It’s good to be back in this group again! I’ve been away with other projects and unable to choose six sentences to submit for the last few weeks. Now that I have several works in progress, the hard part was choosing which six! LOL!  This week’s submission is from The Island (Now and Forever 2) which I hope to finish and get off to my editor before the end of the month.

Let me set up the scene a little bit. It seems our so called villain, Julia Santos has once again found herself in the hospital after a self inflicted injury. Her boyfriend of two years, Jacob Hartley has just left her to rest in the hospital overnight in the good hands of Dr. Carlos. Little does Jacob know…well, see for yourself.

She thought of nothing all day except how she felt with his tongue darting in and out of her ass and pussy. Just the flick of his tongue over his own lips made her shiver with delight and soak her thong.

The very same thong the good doctor tore from her body seconds after lifting her up to sit on top of sink in her bathroom. Her finger wound tight in his dark wavy hair as his mouth plundered hers, taking her breath away. She loved the power she had over this man. Any time, any place she wanted, he was always willing to oblige. 

 

Please take the time to visit the other blogs participating this week.  Here’s the link:

http://sixsunday.com/

 

Enjoy!

 

Considering adding another book to the Now and Forever series…

I had such a great time writing the short story “A Christmas Miracle for Jake” that I have been mulling over in my brain the idea to expand upon it.  I was tinkering around with the idea of making it part of the Now and Forever series, but as a prequel.  Jacob’s story really needs to be told.  How did he become such a broken man unable to trust his own heart?

In For the Love of Quinn, I touched upon his story a bit through conversations between Jake and his brother Eric and other characters.  The woman who broke his heart and nearly drove Jake to kill himself keeps coming up in my head.  Julia Santos is a piece of work.  She is the classic “mean girl” all grown up and even more evil, sort of like Sharon Stone’s character in Basic Instinct.  Catherine Tramell was wild, devastatingly beautiful, used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it no matter the costs.  For her, murder was not off limits.  Would it be for Julia? I think the idea that a man would nearly die in a motorcycle accident because he was so distraught over seeing her with another man would be just the kind of thing to get her juices flowing.

Oh, now my mind is definitely going there!

While Jake is in his coma and on The Island with Quinn, Julia is busy stirring up trouble in the real world for him and his family.  Unfortunately for her, she doesn’t know that the Hartley family has two Angels watching over them and Jake.  Of course there is Karma and Lady Fate waiting to get their claws into Ms. Santos!

Okay, looks like I got some writing to do! I am going with the title The Island for now. Any other ideas?

Behind Closed Doors Welcomes Author Sylvia Ryan

I’m excited to have one of my fellow Siren authors join me today on Behind Closed Doors.  She writes for Siren’s Menage Amour line and her very first book with them was rated SCORCHING!  So come on in and visit with Sylvia for a bit and then check out the steamy excerpt from Saved by One, Shared by Two.~

You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture.

Just get people to stop reading them.  —  Ray Bradbury

Author Sylvia Ryan

Okay, let’s talk books. But instead of shamelessly plugging my book (which I’m sure I’ll be able to fit in somewhere later on) I’d like to issue a holiday challenge to you. Yes…you! For many of us readers, it took just one really good book sometime in our early adolescence to suck us in and hook us on reading for life. Mine was Flowers in the Attic by VC Andrews, and I bet you can remember the one book that got you started too.

I know, I know this sounds like a lame public service announcement, but I’m going to challenge you by asking that along with the cds, video games, and clothes you buy for the kids on your list this year, add an excellent young adult book for a kid on your list. Make a deal with the recipient that the two of you will read the book at the same time. Take them out to lunch when you’re done. At the very least, you’ll have an opportunity to have a conversation—interact with them on a deeper level than just asking how school is going. And maybe, just maybe, you may have opened up a world to them that they’ll enjoy for a lifetime, and that’s a win/win situation for everybody.

Now let’s talk about my book. First let me warn you, I do not write young adult books, so please don’t buy my book for your favorite young adult, or they’re going to have a lot of things to talk to you about during that lunch! But I do invite you guys to check out my erotic romance, Saved by One, Shared by Two. It’s my first, and only published book, and it’s getting great reviews. If you’re into ménage, strong heroines and alpha males, you’re going to love this book. Check it out on Goodreads.

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/12336413-saved-by-one-shared-by-two

I also have to thank my hostess, Tammy for letting me rant and then shamelessly plug my book.

Sylvia Ryan

About the Author

Sylvia lives the life of an ordinary wife, mother and professional existing in Midwest Suburbia, USA. She reads voraciously and loves to lose herself and fall head over heels for the alpha males in the novels she reads.

When she gets the chance to shed the prim and proper persona of average wife and mother, her secret identity, Sylvia Ryan, emerges. This alter ego strives to write original ideas in extraordinary settings for her readers to remember long after the book has been read. Her dream is to transform her racy thoughts and naughty nature into tangible works of erotic fantasy for others’ secret identities to enjoy.

Blurb for Saved by One, Shared by Two

Survival…that’s all Julia was hoping for when she set off alone. The EMP left nothing working, and civilization crumbled rapidly. Her plan to flee to safety failed and she lay dying when Arden found her. He brought her home and saved her life.

Julia has no choice but to wait out the winter with sweet, sexy Arden and his seductive best friend, Ben. She tries to ignore the sexual tension and constant temptation of living with the men, but eventually she gives in to each man’s seduction. When both men come to the realization that they are in love with Julia, their lifelong friendship prevents them from competing for her. So, a deal is struck between them. She will accept and love them together, or not at all.

ADULT EXCERPT (For Readers 18 and over)

Ben took Julia’s hand and led her to her feet and over toward Arden. Julia climbed on top of Arden’s lap, one leg on either side. She positioned herself over his hardened crest and pierced herself on Arden’s cock. She took him quickly into her with a moan of pleasure. Arden placed his arms around her, stilling her and pulling her body flat to his chest. He stroked her back and hair while holding her in this intimate embrace.

“If you want to stop, just tell me,” he whispered in her ear. She knew then what they wanted. They had never tried this before. Julia’s response to Arden’s whisper was a groan of need.

“Ride me, Julia,” he said as he started moving her hips with his hands. They were chest to chest, Arden inside her to the hilt, her clit rubbing rhythmically against the base of his cock.

Julia sensed Ben coming up behind her before he even touched her. He caressed his hand down the center of her back. She knew he was in no hurry. He just watched her and Arden lazily moving against each other.

Ben found her small rear entry with his finger and rubbed teasingly before penetrating the tight little hole with his finger.

Julia’s immediate push back, penetrating herself deeper onto his finger, prompted a loud “yes,” from her lips. Ben added another finger to the penetration of her tiny, tight anus, and she rode Arden’s cock and Ben’s fingers slowly, relaxing a little.

Ben worked his fingers, stretching her as she moved on them. Julia knew Ben had been working up to this in the past few months, trying to make her ready to receive his cock in her ass. She was ready, both physically and emotionally. She knew he would never hurt her.

Ben removed his fingers to Julia’s immediate displeasure.

She lifted her head from Arden’s chest and whimpered, “Ben,” but lowered her head again to Arden’s chest as she felt the base of Ben’s cock pressing against her opening.

At once, she realized that she was the one in control of his penetration. She moved herself back and forth on Arden’s cock and slowly impaled herself on Ben’s engorged crest at her rear. In several gentle passes, Julia had backed herself onto the tip of Ben’s erection. She hissed as he slowly penetrated deeper, falling into a rhythm of his own, complementary to her every stroke over Arden’s cock. He slowly worked his way deeper inside of her. Her ass gripped him tight.

She was right on the threshold between pleasure and pain. She was totally filled by both men. Stretched so tight, she stopped for a moment to catch her breath and absorb the pleasure and wickedness of the act. Both men stilled, waiting for her signal to know she was okay and ready.

With her breathing heavy and her pussy grabbing Arden’s cock so tightly, she knew she was close to orgasm. The stimulation would quickly overcome her. “If I start moving, I’m going to come,” she whimpered.

“That’s the idea,” Arden purred into her ear.  

Slowly, Julia began riding Arden again as Ben entered and retreated from behind. Julia’s pleasure was so extreme, all of her muscles clamped down, her body stiffened, and her ability to continue diminished.

“Finish me, please, finish,” she cried, her whole body tensed and frozen in anticipation of her orgasm.

Buy Links

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1619261936/ref=olp_product_details?ie=UTF8&me=&seller=

Siren Bookstrand http://www.bookstrand.com/saved-by-one-shared-by-two

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/saved-by-one-shared-by-two-sylvia-ryan/1106234411?ean=9781619261938

Six Sentence Sunday 12/4/2011

For this week’s submission, I chose another group of six from For the Love of Quinn.  Let me know what you think and make sure you check out the other fabulous authors participating this week.

http://sixsunday.com/

 

Steve’s mouth was on her breasts again and Quinn arched her back, pushing them up to him, begging him with her body to keep going. He grabbed her dress and slid it the rest of the way off over her hips. He simply stared at her naked body under him for a beat or two, making her a little self-conscious, but she forgot all about that when he smiled at her once again. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are right now, Quinn?”

     She shook her head. “Show me.” 

Author Lynn Tyler Shares the Best and Worst Advice She’s Ever Received

Be With Us buy link

Today I would like to welcome fellow Siren author Lynn Tyler to Behind Closed Doors.  Her first novel Be With Us, was released earlier this month and her second is due out in February 2012.  As a newly published author myself, I know the excitement and the feeling of being overwhelmed at the whole process.  Lynn has graciously offered to share with us some tidbits to help us get through it all in one piece.

Before I begin with my guest blog, I would like to thank Tammy for hosting me today. It is always nice when a fellow author helps out a newbie like me.

You would think that, as an honest-to-goodness author, I would be able to rip off a blog post in record time but I agonized over what to write today. Should I write about the process of publication from a new author’s perspective? Should I write about my book? Should I write about myself?

Finally, I decided to go with my gut feeling and write a post about the best and worst advice I have ever received as an author. So here it goes.

1.  Read 

And read a lot! Almost every author will tell you that they are, or at least have been, an avid reader at some point in their life. Reading hones your sense of flow, sharpens your ability to see plot errors and gives you an idea of what tense and point of view you like the best.

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2.  Take classes

I will admit the last thing I wanted to do when I graduated from university was take more classes. When I decided to try and write professionally, I found myself in the regrettable position of writing myself into corners without a way to get out. I have a number of unfinished books for just that reason. Finally, I sucked it up and took an online course on story structure, which changed my life.  Have no problem with plot flow but need to brush up on your grammar? There are plenty of courses available both online and in any number of college campuses. The last class I took was a website building class, which was how I built my own website.

3.  Write what you love

It’s the one piece of advice that I have heard consistently over and over again but it is one of the best pieces of advice I’ve ever received. Love to read erotic romance? Than write it! Trust me, readers can tell if you’re writing for the current market instead of writing something you love.

4.  There is a market for everything

Some of the most successful authors were rejected hundreds of times because “there wasn’t a market for the book”.  Wouldn’t you hate to be the editor that turned down the Harry Potter series or the Twilight series? Keep trying and you’ll find a publishing house that will be thrilled to publish your work.

5.  Research submission guidelines carefully

Yes, there is a market for everything but don’t waste your time submitting your manuscript to a publishing house that doesn’t publish your genre. Online publishing houses and traditional publishing houses who allow unsolicited submissions have strict guidelines. First make sure the publishing house you are considering publishes your genre. Then read the guidelines and FOLLOW them. Do they ask for one inch borders with twelve point font? Do it. Don’t assume that your book will stand on content alone. Many publishers will tell you up front that they will discard any manuscript that doesn’t follow their guidelines without even a second, or sometimes first, glance.

6.  Take rejections with a grain of salt and an open mind

At some point during your career as an author, you will get a rejection. Sometimes it will be a form letter. Other times, editors will give you feedback. One rejection letter I received was probably the best thing that ever happened for my writing career. The editor outlined the high points of my work but also pointed out weaknesses. I was able to re-write the book and ended up with a better product.

I could go on forever about the value of websites and different ways to promote your book but I will cut if off here. I hope that this post has been of some value to someone out there and I encourage all of you to keep reading, writing and dreaming.

Cheers!

~ Lynn Tyler

Be With Us by Lynn Tyler ~ MMF contemporary romance available at bookstrand.com

Blurb

Lindsay, a conservative librarian, has always fantasized about being with two men who love her and each other. Much to her dismay, two hot men walk into the Toronto library where she works, eager to make that fantasy come true. But, wary of the scandal a ménage relationship would bring, Lindsay sends them away.

After being convinced to give them a chance, Lindsay begins to realize how close to reality her fantasy is, until a reminder of her painful past surfaces and her fears take over.

Will Lindsay have the courage to seize what she wants, or will she let her past dictate her future?

Adult Excerpt (intended for audiences over 18)

Her silky cheek brushed against his chest when she tilted her head to look up at him. “Good morning.”

“Morning? Is it already morning?” He played with the ends of her hair, marveling at how soft it was.

“Yep. Nick called me and told me where the extra key is hidden. He thought you might like some company.” She slid a thigh over his and circled her finger playfully around one of his nipples.

Liam swallowed a plea and glanced down his body, not surprised to see the sheet tenting. He always woke up with morning wood, and he usually had to take care of it himself since Nick was almost always up and gone before Liam woke up. Fortunately for him, prospects were promising this morning.

“And guess what?” she said, letting her fingers trail farther down his abdomen.

“If you tell me that you’re naked under the sheets, I’ll be your slave forever.” Liam had to concentrate on his English, making sure his accent wasn’t too thick. It always took him a few minutes for his brain to translate his thoughts into English when he first woke up. Nick was used to the heavy accent, but he wanted to be sure Lindsay understood every word he said.

“Sorry, no. I’m wearing a bra and panties. They are black though.” Ah, there was the bra, he thought as he shifted his hand down her shoulders so that he could feel the band. “But I really wanted to tell you that Nick came home early. He went out to get breakfast.”

Liam tried desperately to wrap his groggy mind around Lindsay’s words. Lindsay was in his bed with Nick in the house? No, wait. Lindsay said that Nick had left to get breakfast. The only thing that he could make sense of at this particular moment was the hard plug of flesh throbbing between his thighs.

He jumped when the curvy little librarian shifted even closer and tangled her fingers in his pubic hair. Every thought of trying to speak fled his mind as he flexed his hips, trying to force her fingers lower.

“Kiss me,” Lindsay said abruptly, arching her neck toward him.

Obeying her request without a second thought, Liam brought his lips to hers and let her take control. Heat swept through his body and erotic possibilities flashed in his mind as he made quick work of her underwear.

A sound from the door drew his eye, where he found Nick grinning wickedly. He made a circling motion with his finger, letting Liam know he wanted Lindsay to be facing the other way. He followed Nick’s command, turning her around so that her ass snuggled against his crotch while Nick crept into the bed.

Liam brought his hands up to mold her breasts and watched Nick stretch out in front of Lindsay to kiss her. “I’m not going to last very long,” Liam warned.

The two of them kept at it, finding all of Lindsay’s sensitive spots. Liam discovered that her neck, especially the spot directly behind her ear, was as responsive as her nipples when kissed and sucked. He found a tiny area on the right side of her clit that was particularly sensitive, so sensitive that it drove her into climax if he stimulated for more than a couple of seconds. Within just a few minutes, Liam felt her pussy flooding with cream and she was begging for more.

Liam scooted back for just a second to put on the condom Nick magically produced. He braced himself for the pleasure of possessing Lindsay’s body, but nothing could prepare him for the sensation of sliding into liquid fire. He rocked into her gently, drawing her leg back over his thigh and opening her up to Nick’s view. And damn, he wished he could see the same thing as Nick.

Nick turned around so that his head lay next to Lindsay’s exposed pussy. Liam felt Nick’s finger trace along the spot where he and Lindsay became one. Nick leaned forward and, resting his head on Lindsay’s upper thigh, buried his face between her legs. Liam groaned, both at the sight and at the feeling of Lindsay’s muscles fluttering around him.

Liam watched his lovers with fascination as his increasing thrusts forced her sex to rock against Nick’s chin, driving all of him wild with need. Nick pulled back slightly, looking up at Liam, heat glittering in his eyes. “Do not come,” he ordered over Lindsay’s whimpers.

At Liam’s nod, Nick went back to suckling Lindsay. Liam could feel her muscles tightening, and when she reached back to grip his hip, he knew he would have some very strange fingernail marks. He’d have to be careful to avoid showering at the station for the next few days if he could help it.

Liam’s balls began to burn with the effort of holding back his orgasm. The only thing that kept him from spilling into the condom was Nick’s command. Nick was going to top the shit out of him if he managed to hold on, and he always loved it when Nick got extra aggressive.

How to contact Lynn

http://lynntylerbooks.com

http://www.bookstrand.com/be-with-us

lynntylerbooks@gmail.com

Behind Closed Doors Welcomes Author Jan Graham

Unpackaged Heroes 

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I’m only new to the world of publishing. Finding Angel is the first novel I’ve written to be released to the world, I’m sure there will be more to come. But what I’m not new too is the world of romance, in particular erotic romance. I’ve always liked a good naughty story filled with lust and conflict. It’s not how I generally live my life, but I love to read about lives that are…hence, my love for reading and now writing erotica.

It was only recently, after having a discussion with a friend (also an avid reader of erotic romance), that I started to wonder whether I was setting myself up to fail in my goal of finding my own ‘happy-ever-after’ scenario in life. Yes I’m currently single, but kissing frogs and hoping they will turn into a prince isn’t high on my list of things to do. I don’t have the patience for it. So I ask myself… “Do the hero’s I read and write about influence my expectations of what I want in a partner?” My initial response was hell yes but then I had to revise that notion. If my ultimate goal or the holy grail of finding love as I refer to it, means I want a hero from a romance novel then am I bound to fail? After careful consideration I decided probably not.

The hero’s we love from the books we read may come in perfect packaging. They are generally physically tall, bodies like Greek gods, and have huge penis’s that could tear a horse. I agree, I may not find the packaging but I could still find the hero. I don’t think it’s the physical aspects that most readers fall in love with. It’s the attitude of the hero, what’s inside the packaging. They are respectful to the woman or man they fall for, even if they are dominant in nature. They protect the one they love with a passion. Once they find love there is no-one else for them. They are often patient, they’ll fight tooth and nail to get the person of their desire, and they will wait patiently while the heroine of the novel stops resisting the fact she is in love with them. Yes, the men in the books we read may have faults but ultimately, they are made better people because of the love they finally achieve.

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I have some friends that have their unpackaged hero’s. Probably some of you reading this blog have found yours as well. Once I learn to stop taking home stray frogs, I’m sure I’ll find mine. Until then, I’ll continue to write about them. To find an unpackaged hero is now my new holy grail.

Before I go I just want to say thanks to Tammy for hosting me, I hope you all found my musings interesting and that you take the time to pick up a copy of my book Finding Angel. Oh, and in case you’re wondering Angel’s heroes are nicely packaged. J

Get Finding Angel here

Angel Wylde is a woman with a complicated existence, a damaging past, and a desire to be normal. Unfortunately, what’s normal to Angel is unconventional to the rest of us. A crime boss will kill to get an incriminating ledger from her. Detective Steve Jax also wants the ledger from Angel, but the infuriating woman has disappeared.

Christian and Daniel Shore, Steve’s two best friends, don’t know about the ledger. They just want Angel. A chance meeting has them taking her home and deciding she is the only woman for them—yes, both of them. Obviously, Angel isn’t the only one with unconventional desires. So who does Angel trust? Two kinky Doms she just met, a cop she doesn’t know anything about, or a nasty crime boss? Trusting all of them may save her life, and falling in love with two Dominant brothers is the icing on the cake.

Adult Excerpt from Finding Angel (contains obscene language)

Angel felt like she wanted to scream. She needed more than gentle touching. For some reason she was hornier than usual. She had been since she’d woken. As much as she loved being turned on with gentle strokes and caresses, tonight it just added to the fire that had simmered inside her all day. She wanted to be taken, and she wanted it now. Her cunt hadn’t lost the heat of their morning fuck session so she didn’t need to be teased to arousal. She was already there.

Christian joined them on the bed, and Angel felt his hand ease under the lace of her pants. His fingers teased open her lips and slowly made their way to her clit. God, she wanted him to rip her pants from her while Daniel tore away her bra, she wanted them to take her with force, and she wanted to be filled with both of them and filled now.

“Grrr,” Angel growled, looking over at Christian as she tried to pull Daniel closer to her hard nipple, wanting to feel the bite of his teeth against it.

“Fuck it, Christian rip my pants off, tear them off, and fuck me now,” she demanded.

Obviously it didn’t have the effect she was after as both men eased back, removing the touch from her body altogether. She kicked her legs against the mattress and screamed in frustration.

“Are you throwing a tantrum?” Christian laughed down at her as he licked the wetness from his fingers.

“Yes.” Angel sat up and pulled off her bra and then her pants. “I want to be fucked hard, now, or I’m going to explode.”

Angel pushed Daniel backward and attempted to straddle him, only to feel her body being lifted up and off the bed by Christian. Angel could feel the tip of Christian’s erection brush against her bottom as he held her, back firmly against his hard body, feet dangling in the air.

“Ask nicely,” Christian spoke into her ear before skimming his lips over the softness of her neck.

“Bite me,” Angel snapped back at him, trying to wriggle out of the tight hold he had on her. She felt his lips part slightly and stilled in his arms as his teeth sank into her neck, biting hard and sucking her flesh in between them. The pain was exhilarating as she screamed and moaned in delight.

“Yes,” she whimpered as her hand rose up to push his face harder against her neck. As soon as she spoke, Christian released her flesh from between his teeth and laughed as she growled at him once again.

“Wylde by name, wild by nature. Or so it seems tonight anyway,” he joked, staring over at Daniel who was still on the bed wearing nothing but a wry smile.

“So you want this?” Daniel asked Angel as he eased himself back onto one elbow, stretching out on the bed, his hard cock reaching up into the air as he massaged it with his hand. “But you don’t want to ask for it nicely,” he stated in amusement.

“What’s got you so horny tonight, my love?” Christian asked, easing her feet onto the floor but still holding her firmly.

“I need you both inside me. I’m so horny I could die at any minute. I’ve been horny all day, and I want you to fuck me now!” Angel stamped her foot and screamed the last part of her statement, only to hear both men laugh as she did.

“Let me get this straight.” The smirk on Daniel’s face was more annoying than the fact he had begun to stroke his cock, or at least Angel thought so until she saw a glisten of pre-cum seep from the end of it. “After all the emotional events of the day, you are refusing a night of gentle lovemaking and demanding we just fuck you?”

“Bingo,” Angel stated as she slammed her heel down onto the top of Christian’s foot and slipped from his arms, diving toward Daniel lounging on the bed.

“Fuck that hurt,” Christian yelled as he reached for Angel, taking hold of her by the arm and stopping her escape.

Her knees were already on the bed by the time he reclaimed her, and Christian allowed her to fall forward as he quickly administer three hard smacks onto her bare bottom. Angel screamed, her hand going immediately to the red heated spot on her butt cheek.

That was definitely not a spanking for play. That was more like you’ve been a bad girl punishment kind of smack.

Christian released Angel as she rolled over onto her back, her hand still pressed against the mark on her butt.

“Ouch,” she pouted, looking up at Christian.

“Ouch,” Christian replied, pointing to his foot.

“So you need to be fucked, Angel.” Daniel dragged her to the centre of the bed. “Hard and fast, no foreplay, no gentle teasing?” Angel nodded her head, desire flaming behind her emerald eyes.

“On one condition, no holes barred.” Christian looked down at her as she lay naked in the centre of the bed. “Do you understand me, sweetie? We take you any way we want.”

How to find Jan Graham

Blog: http://jangraham.blogspot.com/

Find out more about Jan Graham as she shares more of what it’s like to be a new published author on my sister blog Not Enough Time in the Day.  See ya there!