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Sensuous Promo’s Presents – First Stop on the Book Tour for Alchemy by Author @Sefairfax #EroticRomance #contest

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Set against sun-drenched Lake Garda, church mouse Tamsin Heriot, an English rose, pairs off with privileged Luca Leopoldo di Monte Valli, who’s half Italian, half Somali. But Luca isn’t what he seems… Orphaned at seven when his childhood in Mogadishu is brutally destroyed, Luca is left emotionally broken. Ragged and starving he seeks refuge in Italy where kindly aristocrats adopt him.

Ever since she was fifteen, Tamsin has had a crush on Luca and the summer before she goes to university, she’s determined to lose her virginity to him.

It’s eight years before their paths reconverge. Tamsin, still lusting after Luca, receives devastating news that triggers her return to the dilapidated family casa, and fate steps in when an unexpected bond develops between her and Luca’s widowed, adoptive mother. But a strange inheritance alters what started as a dalliance. There’s no shortcut to love, and with everything to lose, the relationship between two wounded people, Luca and Tamsin, is pushed to the breaking point.

Excerpt ADULT content

Quickly they ripped off each other’s nightwear until they were both naked.

As he reached for a condom, Tamsin said quietly, “Is protection really necessary now we’re married? Let’s make a honeymoon baby.”

He said quietly. “Very soon, cara mia, but I’m not quite ready. Let’s get used to each other first.” Something like iron shifted in him.

It seemed to be the right response because she took it no further and wrapped her arms round him, settling in to him with a sigh. He pulled her soft curves into him and held her, kissing her fiercely.

Try something new today—the supermarket catchphrase—ran through Tamsin’s thoughts as, with her heartbeat tripling, Luca shot her that look that always gave her a warm, damp rush.

“Signora Leopoldo di Monte Valla.”

She let her legs fall apart. Just the deep cadence of his voice turned her ready. “Do it, make me come.” She knew what his tongue could do, what his cock could do. “I want you now, my prince, my lord.” She swept her hair over his balls, and took one then another into her mouth.

“Wider still and wider for me, babe. I want to see every bit of you.”

‘I hear and I obey.” She shifted and opened up, spreading her sex to him, and a deep growl emerged from somewhere low down in his chest.

“Love that womanhood, love your big, tight ass.” Firm hands clamped the cheeks of her butt, trapping their bodies front to front. He paused, his eyes glittering under the long, black lashes, and then he was dipping his head and she felt the ridge of his tongue slamming inside her, sucking her swollen clit, his breath moist and hot.

She gasped and shut her eyes. “I want to taste you.” Her pussy clenched and throbbed as his hands rested on her thighs, keeping her wide.

“Keep it going.” She whimpered.

She watched him rip the foil and roll on the condom, nudging her with the tip of his warm, smooth cock. She reached for it and took the hardness of his length in her mouth, savoring the nectar, wanting his thickness to enter her, wanting his juices in her, over her.

He wet his fingers in his juices and, circling her labia, she bucked.

“That’s what I like to know.”

“I’m going to…come.”

“Not yet you won’t.” His lips twitched in a smile. “If you do,” he whispered a sweet torture, “that’s it for tonight. Hush now. We’re going there together.”

He slid his fingers deep into her clit, moving in and out, the slick, accepting sound of her desire like a metronome beating time.

He stopped and she felt she’d die. “Move,” she moaned.

His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen before. He bent into her and nibbled a jutting nipple as he eased the head of his silky cock into the peachy damp of her slit. Her cunt flared up around him, waiting, ripe, needy, her heartbeat going wild as he thrust his cock deeper as he marked his territory, staked his claim to her. She was his for the taking.

“Sweetie.” His gaze tangled with hers. And then he was hammering into her, rocking hard and fast and she was spiraling out of control until the orgasm lurking somewhere over the rainbow rushed down to ignite them and they shuddered and shattered round each other as he spilled himself into her with a shout.

With a soft sigh, he eased out and rolled to one side. He realized something else. Tamsin had messed with his emotions. He’d got caught out. He’d have to watch it. He didn’t do emotions.

* * * *

Later that night, Luca turned to Tamsin and murmured, “How about a chaser?” He nuzzled his tongue down her cheek.

She felt her pulse beating in her throat as her lips slid down his cock. And then he was flipping her over onto her belly, running his fingers down her spine. She got on her hands and knees and he slid his tongue into her hole, slicking her, coaxing her with a slow sweetness that made her crave for more. Then bending right over her, his fingers eased in and out of her slippery cunt, fucking her till she came in spasm after spasm.

“The best is yet to be.”

The thought of his swollen cock riding into her ass made her quiver.

He must have sensed her anxiety for he said softly. “It’s going to be all right.”

“No pain, no gain?”

“Honey, trust me.” He slipped one lubricated finger into her ass and pressed down.

Buy Link: http://Bookstrand.com/Alchemy

About Serena

I spent my childhood in India, qualified as a Lawyer in England and joined a large London firm.

Romance is hardwired into my DNA so my novels include a strong romantic theme. However, I broke out of the romance bubble with one (you’ll see which one when you visit the Books page), which is a quirky departure in style and content.

I’ve also authored several short stories that feature on my blog http://www.serenafairfax.com/serena_fairfax_author_blog/.

Fast forward to a sabbatical from the day job when I traded in bricks and mortar for a houseboat which, for a hardened land lubber like me, turned out to be a big adventure.

Apart from writing and reading (all kinds of books), a few of my favourite things are collecting old masks, singing (in the rain) and exploring off the beaten track.

I’m a member of the Romantic Novelists Association, which is a very supportive organisation. My golden retriever, Inspector Morse, who can’t wait to unleash his own Facebook page, and I divide our time between London and rural Kent. (Charles Dickens said: Kent, sir. Everybody knows Kent. Apples, cherries, hops and women).

Connect with Serena

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#TantalizingTuesday: @dochappycamper Revisits the Characters Who Started it All #eroticromance #vegas #ASMSG

Welcome to Tantalizing Tuesday here at Behind Closed Doors. Today I thought I’d go back a bit and visit with the characters that started me on this journey with the Now and Forever series. Before there was a Julia Santos and her search for her HEA with her Mistress Carmen, there was Quinn Lee Hollis (nee Quartermarsh) and her search for love with two men—Vegas Tycoon Stephen Eischer and classic bad boy Jacob Hartley. Their story was told in For the Love of Quinn (Now and Forever 1) and continued in The Island (Now and Forever 2).

I really caught a lot of flack from readers for the love triangle between those three. Many people wanted to shake the hell out of Quinn for first being in Vegas to get “laid” while she was still married to another. Yes, Jackson Hollis was a real lowlife piece of shit, but some found that objectionable. You see, the old “rules” of romance frowned on adultery. Whatever. Quinn was stuck in a loveless and sexless marriage. The hardworking veterinary surgeon was about to pop! She’d recently dropped a hell of a lot of weight and was smokin’ HAWT when she returned to Vegas for an annual veterinary conference and to visit with her sister and adopted brother. Little did she know when she arrived that her encounter with both Steve and Jake on the same night would change her life forever.

When I wrote this story, I printed off the photos of the actors who I pictured in my head when I wrote the story. Some family and friends tried to say Quinn was me—well, she is but I didn’t picture myself as her. It was the gorgeous Alyssa Milano who got that role in my head. Of course when it came to the sex scenes…hehehe. You do the math! 😉 Anywhoooo….Alyssa had all the physical attributes and characteristics I saw in Quinn so she won the part.

Steve Eischer was easy for me as well. I had his voice in my head first and his deep rumbling laughter. The actor who fit that bill to a T was Jeffrey Dean Morgan. You may all remember him best as Denny from Grey’s Anatomy or John Winchester from Supernatural. The role that clinched it for me was in The Losers. He oozed sex appeal in that film and the scenes with him and Zoe Saldana…oooooo! He had the perfect mix of stubble on his chin and slightly graying temples that made him the perfect one to play the man with “more money than God.”

I’ve had fun interviewing “Steve” a few times here on the blog. He’s hinted at a relationship between us. I’m not one to kiss and tell but if you listen to him, I’m the one who got away. That’s why he fell so hard for Quinn. LOL!

I will admit this—the sex scenes in the books are all real life experiences. Whose they are I’ll leave up to your imaginations. 😉

For the bad boy, there couldn’t just be any old actor. No, he had to be a certain type. Strong and imposing on the outside, but a hot mess on the inside. This many has been damaged both mentally and physically by a lover from his past. He is the tough biker with the heart of gold who’ll do anything for the ones he loves, including give them up if he thinks they’ll be better off without him in their lives. No other than Christian Kane could portray him in my head. Plus can’t you just picture him covered in tats? I did and that’s why he is my Jacob Hartley.

The three of them go on an epic roller coaster ride in that first book. Quinn has not one but two breakdowns because of Jake. As always, Steve’s there to pick up the pieces but he’s also the only one to see the love of soul mates can’t be denied. He’s the perfect selfless hero because he moves heaven and earth to bring the two meant to be together through each and every lifetime together in this one—even when the odds are against them.

Here’s a couple excerpts for you to enjoy. If you haven’t read For the Love of Quinn yet, it’s available from all major outlets including Bookstrand, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble. It’s a long book at over 219,000 words—and epic tome by many standards but well worth the time. You will get lost in their story. Trust me.~Tammy

BLURB

Quinn Lee Hollis is a 43-year-old veterinary surgeon who has reached a crossroads in her life. Stuck in a loveless and emotionally abusive marriage, she decides that she has had enough and vows to cut loose and enjoy herself in Las Vegas with her sister. There she meets and falls in love with two men.

Both bring out the fire and passion in her that she has longed for her whole life. Steve Eischer is a Vegas tycoon who wants to fulfill her every fantasy, and Jake Hartley is a classic bad boy who awakens desire in her so strong that it nearly destroys her.

Both Steve and Jake have claims on her heart, but only one can share a connection so strong that nothing can keep them apart.

STORY EXCERPT

“Chicks love bad boys.” Jacob winked, and they both laughed. He was right. She looked too classy, even if those curves were calling out to him. Jacob only hesitated for a half a second longer and thought what the hell. Might as well give it a shot. He downed one of the whiskey shooters, and just as he was about to get up and go over to her, Steve returned and took them to a private table to store their things before heading out to the dance floor.

Oh man. She can move, too. Jacob’s heart skipped a beat or two when she caught him watching her dance. She smiled slowly, and he got lost in her eyes, blue-green like the ocean, those come-fuck-me eyes you read about in Playboy. Holy shit, Jake thought. They really did exist and they were right there, locked with his own.

Eric had stopped watching the dancers and was now staring at Jacob. “Whoa, brotha! I think you just got thunderstruck. We need to get you out of here. You don’t need another broad chasing after you now. You start your new job in Chicago at the end of next week, and you leave Vegas in two days. Don’t you dare let another one mess with your head!”

Jacob had to admit his little brother was right. He had just come out of a messy breakup and really didn’t need to hook up with anyone right now. He didn’t need the complication. But man, what he wouldn’t give to explore those curves for the next two days. Jacob groaned before he downed the last of his beer and the final whiskey chaser. He glanced at his watch and realized his brother’s shift was over and there was no other reason to stay at the club. “Let’s get out of here. I wanna stop by and see if Derek will be able to finish my tat tomorrow.”

“Sweet! Those dragons are really coming to life on your back. Derek is a fucking genius!” As they made their way through the crowd to the exit, Jacob couldn’t help himself and looked back one more time for the hot number in the barely-there red dress. He had a gut feeling that this was one broad he wasn’t going to be able to get out of his head for a hell of a long time.

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“Quinn?” Miranda snapped her fingers in front of her face and laughed. “What the hell just happened to you?”

“I don’t know. I looked up and saw this guy watching me with the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen, moustache, goatee, shoulder- length brown hair, earrings in both ears. I couldn’t look away.”

Miranda rolled her eyes. “Stick with the plan, honey. I think Steve wants you for himself tonight. If you don’t jump on that, I just might.”

Quinn’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “What would your children say?”

She shrugged. “What happens in Vegas.”

Before Quinn could answer, Steve returned. He circled her waist with his hands and pulled her close to him. Miranda was dead-on. He wanted her all right. The proof was bumping Quinn’s ass at the moment. She smiled at her sister, who winked back.

“Have fun!” Miranda danced her way off the floor to finish her margarita and to chat up the bartender for his secret to making them so fucking fantastic.

Quinn settled back into Steve’s arms, letting him move her along with him for a little bit. She had to admit, she loved the attention. He nuzzled her ear before turning her to face him, pulling her arms up to circle his neck. Mmm. Dark brown, wavy hair, salt and pepper stubbly chin, earring and dark smoldering green eyes, double check!

“Where did your sister get off to?”

“Hmm? If I know her, she’s picking your bartender’s brain on how to make the perfect margarita, and then she’ll go park it in front of the roulette wheel for a few more hours. Subtle, isn’t she?”

He continued to hold Quinn tight against him, moving slow and easy even though the song was hopping. “I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but you’re drop-dead gorgeous, and I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Got him! “I don’t recall asking you to keep your hands off of me.”

He leaned down and nibbled on her earlobe. “Stay with me tonight, Quinn. I have a suite here at the casino with a big round bed, Jacuzzi, and private pool. I want to do naughty things with you all night long.”

Quinn flashed her wedding rings at him. He just shrugged. “Doesn’t bother me in the least. If a man can let a woman like you go to Vegas without him, then he is a fool.”

“That he is. Got an extra toothbrush in that suite of yours?”

“I think I can rustle one up for you.” His lips brushed hers, and heat flashed through her. Quinn was more than ready for this. Steve led her off the floor and over to his private table to collect her things. Miranda had left a note. Have fun and see you in the morning. She was a smart-ass, but Quinn loved her!

Steve took her hand and led her over to a private elevator for VIPs. She’d never imagined she’d catch the eye of a sexy club owner on their first night in Vegas! She wondered what it was going to be like to get him alone and away from the loud music. She didn’t have very long to wonder.

ADULT EXCERPT

As soon as the doors closed, he pinned her in the corner. “I’ve wanted to do this from the moment I saw you step out of the elevators tonight.” His lips touched hers once again, softly at first, and then after teasing her a little with his tongue, he dove right in, picking Quinn up at the waist and lifting her up so that she was sitting on the railing. His hand trailed up her thigh and under her dress. His fingertips gently teased her clit a bit, making her gasp, breaking their deep kiss. “I knew it. Your dress fits you like a glove. No way in hell you were wearing anything under it.”

“I’m glad you approve.” Quinn wrapped her legs around his waist as he picked her up off of the railing and carried her through the doors into his suite, the penthouse suite, no less! Now their lips and tongues battled each other for control, neither one of them willing to yield just yet. Quinn could feel his cock straining to get out of his pants and into her. Her pussy throbbed and cum already started to coat her inner thighs. She forced herself to come back to earth. “We need to slow down a second.”

Steve smiled again and her mind nearly went to mush. He put her back on her feet, keeping one hand on her waist, while the other pulled a condom out of his pocket. “Like the boy scouts say, always be prepared.”

“I knew there was something I liked about you besides your killer smile.” She wrapped her arms around his neck tighter as his mouth crushed hers once again. She loved the feel of his hands on her body and the heat that zipped through her with every single touch and kiss. She wanted more, so much more.

“Quinn, I don’t know if I can wait much longer. I have to have you, baby.”

“What’s stopping you?” She bit his earlobe a little, and that was all the signal he needed. He lifted her up into his arms again and pinned her against the wall in the entryway. Quinn held on tight to his neck and shoulders while he unbuckled his pants, freeing up his huge cock. He ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth, and before Quinn could catch her breath he nearly split her in two as he entered her. She was already hot and so wet that he slid in quickly. She was so surprised at his size that she dug her nails into his back a little too hard. Quinn didn’t think he minded one bit. He groaned as his cock filled her cunt completely, stroking every single inch of her. Her body shuddered wildly as the first orgasm hit her. She moaned as Steve broke their kiss, leaving her a bit breathless.

“Good god, your pussy is fucking fantastic. I can feel every single inch of you pulling me in.” He shifted positions so that he had her legs over his arms, and he spread her wider. He kept pounding her against the wall, thrusting deeper still. He felt so good stroking her and hitting every sensitive spot. Wave after wave of ecstasy ran through her. She came over and over again, her cum continuously squirting out of her and over Steve. “You’re so hot and wet. I can’t get enough of you.”

“Jesus Christ, your cock is so fucking big. Harder, baby, harder.” Quinn was lost in her own climax, and then Steve’s arms tightened around her as he groaned against her tits. His thrusts slowed, and he pulled back to look into her eyes. Both of them were panting trying to catch their breath. His cock was still buried deep inside of her and rock-hard. Now he kept eye contact as he moved in and out of her. He changed position again so that he had her wrapped around him and his hands on her ass, moving her up and down his shaft. Quinn straightened her legs and pointed her toes as a very powerful orgasm hit her, and she couldn’t hold back a scream. That did it for him. He came right along with her, their bodies shuddering together.

Steve leaned into her, a smile gradually forming on that gorgeous mouth of his. “Goddamn, woman. If this is any preview of what we will be doing together the rest of the night, I don’t know if I am going to be able to let you leave here in the morning.”

Quinn nibbled on his stubbly chin a bit before pulling his mouth back to hers. “How about you give me a tour of the rest of your place and we will just let things happen as they happen.”

Steve moved both of them away from the wall but still kept his hands firmly on Quinn’s ass, letting her legs slowly slide down his body until her heels hit the floor again. “You better hang on to me for a little longer. I don’t know if I can walk normally just yet.”

He moved his fingers lightly up and down her bare back, sending shivers through her once again. “I don’t think that will be a problem at all, Quinn. You’ve put some kind of spell over me, and I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

“Well, your hands feel awfully good on my body, and so do your lips, your tongue, and that welcoming committee you have stuffed in your pants!” Good lord! Quinn had never fucked anyone with a cock that big, and he sure did know how to use it. Miranda was going to faint when she heard about this!

All of my books are now on Amazon!

It’s official!

The Island (Now and Forever 2) is available for purchase on Amazon US and Amazon UK. I was expecting it to be there at the earliest sometime next week, but for some reason I decided to check last night and there it was. It’s being offered for $3.99. I’m still waiting for it to show up on Barnes and Noble and iTunes, but within the next couple weeks it should be there along with the first book in this series and my first poetry book.

Starting in about 3 hours is my 24 hour Release Party on Facebook. I’ve got some fun planned at different times during the day so that I can catch people from multiple time zones. Lots of swag and naughty gifts are up for grabs and one Grand Prize for one lucky person. I’ve set up the Rafflecopter for that one to make it fair.

December 14th is going to be another busy day. I’m stopping off at the blog of Miranda Stork as part of the promotional tour for The Island and I’m participating in the Candy Cane Kink Blog Hop on my Sassy Vixen Publishing blog and as my alter ego Lia Michaels on her blog The House of Taboo. Click on the tabs on the menu at the top of the page to take you to those sister blogs on December 14th. You can also find out where the next stop is on the tour by clicking another tab above.

Well, I’m off to get the Margaritas and Mai Tai’s ready for the party! I hope to see you around the tour and the hops over the next few days!

Brightest Blessings

~Tammy

Gods, Angels, and Star Crossed Lovers Together on The Island…Oh MY!

The Island Cover — ebook available at Bookstrand.com

Welcome to Behind Closed Doors. Today it’s my turn to share a steamy excerpt for Oh MY! Monday. As luck would have it, this is the second week of my virtual book tour promoting The Island (Now and Forever 2). In just three short days, just 72 hours it will be LIVE and available to download from Bookstrand. Can’t wait that long? Well, you can still pre-order it today. It’s even being offered at an additional 10% off the list price until November 22nd. How great is that?

For those of you who’ve asked me if I really believe that there is a soul mate for everyone, the answer is a resounding YES! Have you ever met someone, not even said a word to them but just locked eyes with them and felt an overwhelming sense of deja vu? Then as you talk with each other, get to know one another a little more, that feeling grows exponentially to the point you are simply knocked for a loop? What about when you touch? Have you ever felt like you were struck by lightning and that you couldn’t pull away from the person if you tried? You my dear have experienced what one of my characters refers to as being “thunderstruck.” I even wrote about that in a poem with same title.

Thunderstruck

Dancing in the dark, bodies pressed tight against each other
The rhythm of the music takes me away
To another time, another place
Where laughter fills the air.
And the thunder of the drums calls out to you.

Spinning around the room, eyes closed,
Body swaying,
Keeping pace with the beat of the drums.
A chill runs down my spine.
Eyes fly open searching for the cause.
Thunder rolls through the room,
Leading the way to where I must go.

Feet suddenly rooted to the spot
A stranger’s eyes lock on mine, pulling me in
Reading my thoughts, my heart, my soul.
Can’t pull away even if I wanted to
And I don’t.
The thunder roars in my ears.

The lightning bolt zips through me
Head to toe tingling,
Breath catching in my chest.
Longing to touch, to caress
To never let go…not ever again.
The thunder explodes inside my mind
Telling me this is it.
We have found each other once again.

Heart pounding wildly out of control.
How can a stranger be so familiar?
Looking deeper into my heart, I know.
He’s not a stranger, he’s always been there.
He’s the one I’ve been searching for
The part that was missing from my heart
And from my soul.

Smiles slowly form as recognition dawns.
Could it be? Is it true?
After all this time?
Hands reach for each other,
Fingertips barely touching
The electricity nearly knocking us off of our feet
As we are thunderstruck.
But this time I know he feels it too.

Lost in each other’s eyes,
Holding each other tight
Thoughts of losing each other again melt away.
Not this time. Not ever again.
No longer will we fight it.
We will embrace it
And be thunderstruck
Together once again.

©Tammy Denninngs Maggy 9/16/2010

It’s that instant recognition that takes your breath away. You can try to deny it all you want, but your heart and soul will continue to cry out for the one who will make them whole. This is what it was like for Quinn and Jacob. The twist to their story is that they actually did find each other long before the locked eyes with each other that fateful night in Las Vegas. The Island tells that part of their story. I hope you get lost in this couple as much as I did writing their tale.

Blurb

After losing her brother in a fatal motorcycle accident, Quinn’s life spins out of control. Shutting herself off from friends and family in Michigan, she buries herself in her work, wishing for the pain to end. In her dreams she’s finally able to find the peace her heart craves on The Island.
Driven to recklessness over a heartbreaking betrayal, Jacob races his motorcycle on a rain slick California freeway. Near death in the hospital, he’s given a choice. Stay on The Island or go back for a second chance at love.
Destined to be together, but repeatedly torn apart, these two lost and melancholy people draw the attention of the Goddess Fate. As Quinn and Jacob’s lives hang in limbo, the soul mates are given a very special gift from the Gods, and the chance to finally have their love of a lifetime.

Adult Excerpt

His eyes found hers once again and she began to fall. She didn’t care. Thoughts of going back or staying there on The Island disappeared. All she wanted to think about, to feel, and taste was Jacob. Quinn pulled his mouth back to hers. The sweet taste of the berries, mango, and papaya dazzled her taste buds as their tongues teased and danced with each other, fighting for control one moment and surrendering to each other the next.

Jacob finally freed her tits from the laces of her bodice. Watching him tug at the strings with his teeth made her heart beat faster and she giggled before she could stop. He winked and kept up the slow pace. Quinn giggled even more. “I stand by my first assessment. You’re a tease, Jake.”

“Baby doll, you haven’t seen anything yet.” He pushed her dress down to her waist and simply stared. “I’m not the only tease here.”

“What are you talking about?” Quinn slid her fingertips up and down his arms. His muscles twitched and pulsed at her touch. She wanted those arms wrapped around her and to never let go.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You don’t flaunt it, but every move and noise you make turns me on. I wanted to take this slow, but I can’t.”

“Stop thinking so much and kiss me.” She pushed herself up to meet his mouth once again as they moved on the bed so she was now on top of him. Jacob’s hands slid up her thighs, leaving hot trails with his fingertips. Her body quaked and her pussy clenched as a rush of fluid soaked her panties completely.

Jacob hooked his thumbs in the band of her underwear, snapped them off, and tossed them onto the floor. His hands slid up her body, pulling the dress up and over her head in a flash. He sat up, holding her in his lap, nuzzling first one breast and then the other with his stubbly chin and cheeks. The roughness of his skin against her rock-hard nipples sent her rolling toward another orgasm. She clung to him as he suckled harder on her right nipple while kneading her left breast with his hand. Quinn arched her back and bit her lip before crying out. “Jake, please don’t—”

He pulled back quickly, moving his hands to cradle her face. Concern filled his eyes. “Did I hurt you?”

Her eyes glistened with tears. “No. Please don’t stop.”

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The catch in her voice nearly broke his heart. The raw passion was there. Her body given freely to him, and yet she still questioned his desire for her. He knew that pain all too well. Here with Quinn though, it all faded away. She did that for him and he wanted so badly to do the same for her. He wiped away the tears that spilled onto her flushed face. He kissed her softly and held her close. “I want you, now and for however long we can be together. I need to be with you. I won’t stop as long as you want the same.”

Quinn slid off his lap and knelt up on the bed, pulling him up with her. She held his gaze as her fingers unfastened his shorts and then slid them down over his hips. Jacob quickly took off his tank top before crushing Quinn’s chest against his. She smiled and his heart beat quickened. “I need you, too. Make love with me, Jake.”

He slid out of his shorts as Quinn eased back onto the pillows. Jacob took in her entire sun-kissed body, naked before him. God, she’s so beautiful. Quinn welcomed him into her arms as he joined her on the pillows, his mouth finding her left nipple this time as his right hand trailed down her stomach.

She arched her back and moaned as soon as his fingers found her throbbing clit. Another wave of fluid gushed out of her and over his fingers. Jacob brought them up to his mouth to taste her. “Mmmm. You taste fucking fantastic. Your sister was right. Wanna try?”

Quinn giggled and licked his fingers clean. That move sent his body over the edge. His cock was bouncing with his need for her, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by his lover. She reached inside the nightstand for the box of condoms, spilling several over the bed. Jacob smiled as he placed one in her open palm. Quinn slid her hands down his abs to his pulsing member. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and squeezed a little, eliciting a gasp from him. Carefully she tore open the wrapper with her teeth and quickly covered his cock with the ribbed latex sheath. He thrust his hips forward, causing her hand to slide up and down his shaft. “Oh, now who’s teasing?” Jacob moaned.

He eased Quinn all the way back onto the pillows, and slid down her body toward his prize. He wanted more than just a taste. He wanted to feast on her cunt until she begged for him to take her. He positioned himself between her thighs and looked up to see her watching him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He winked before popping her clit into his mouth and sucking hard. Quinn nearly bucked him off but he held her hips in place, enjoying her squirming and sighs. It wasn’t long at all before he was rewarded once again with her sweet nectar.

He teased her a bit more with his tongue and then slipped one, two and then three fingers inside of her hot folds. Her pussy clenched repeatedly over his fingers and her body convulsed over and over again. Quinn’s skin flushed from her tits to her toes, because of him, because of what he was doing to her. He wanted more, so much more. He couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted to bury his cock deep inside her, go over the edge, and never come back.

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The Island is Available for Pre-order

Hello my lovelies! I’ve been all over the place as of late and it looks like I forgot to post it here on my own website that The Island (Now and Forever 2) is available for pre-order through Bookstrand. As an added bonus, it will be offered at 10% off the list price through November 22nd. So even before the actual release date of November 15th, you can reserve your copy at the discounted price! Whoohoo!

I just finished the advanced reading copy (ARC) of The Island today. Yes, I cried again! LOL These characters are so much a part of me and my life. I hope you all end up feeling the same way about them. A few folks have asked me if I based my characters on people I know.

YES! LOL

They are composites of people who’ve crossed my life path. Some of you who know me will recognize the bits and pieces of me in Quinn and all of my characters. Yes, some of the “action” actually happened to me…hehehe. I’ll leave that all up to you to imagine what parts! 😉

I received some of the best comments and compliments from some of my high school classmates. After they got over their initial shock that “their” shy, supersmart, valedictorian Tammy writes erotic romance, they got lost in the story and loved it. How great is that?

So here’s the button that will take you to the Bookstrand page where you can get your copy of The Island today. If you haven’t read the first book For the Love of Quinn, you might want to pick that one up while you’re there too. Happy reading!

Lies, Betrayal, Heartbreak, Oh MY!

I’ve never been too fond of Mondays until I started up Oh My! Mondays to showcase steamy hot excerpts from some fantastic authors. This week I’m thrilled to welcome back to Behind Closed Doors, my friend and fellow Siren author, Amber Lea Easton. Today she’s sharing an excerpt that will melt your panties off and leave you begging for more. Would you risk it all for a chance to get your happily ever after or are you the type who is afraid to take any chances at all? Let’s see what Amber has to say about taking risks…

Riptide cover — Available now from Bookstrand

Risk: a word that terrifies some people. Artists take risks when they put their heart on display for the world to judge. Policemen, firefighters, and military take risks when they rush in when we’re rushing out.
We human beings take risks all the time whether we’re conscious of it or not–when we decide to call the guy back, make eye contact with that hottie we’ve been daydreaming about for weeks, quit our jobs for something better, leave a relationship that’s comfortable for the unknown, buy that dress that’s more seductive than our “usual style” or reinvent ourselves so we can live the life we’ve always dreamed. All of those are risks that may not be life-threatening, but can certainly feel like it.
In Riptide, my hero and heroine have learned the hard way that people lie, that betrayal is too easy for some, but they risk being hurt again when they open their hearts to one another.
That’s what love is about…trusting one other person with your raw and open heart, letting go of the fear of rejection for that adrenaline rush, breaking down the walls that protect you, and risking it all for your chance at happily ever after. It’s not easy ..but, as they saying goes, nothing worthwhile ever is.

Blurb from Riptide

One violent night shatters Lauren Biltmore’s life. As an anchorwoman, she’s accustomed to reporting the news rather than being the lead story. She escapes the spotlight by fleeing to her brother’s home in the Cayman Islands. Haunted by nightmares, all she wants is a distraction from reality.

Distraction arrives via sexy screenwriter Noah Reynolds. His take-me-to-bed looks mask a past ripe with scandal. He knows he should stay away from Lauren, especially when the worst night of her life unlocks his writer’s block and while he’s dealing with a stalker of his own, but ethics are his weakness.

Attraction sizzles beneath Caribbean sunshine. As their relationship grows, Noah’s stalker intensifies her torment. Lauren wonders if her paranoia is justified or a carryover from her past. What’s real? What’s imagined?

Tentative trust is tested as their love is swept up against a riptide of deceit, murder, and revenge.

Adult Excerpt

“Hey, sexy lady.” He sat behind her, pulled her between his legs and rested his chin on her shoulder. “What do you think of my boat now?”

She sipped her wine before tilting her head to look at him. “There’s more to it than meets the eye, kind of like the captain.”

“Captain, huh?” He moved her hair and kissed the back of her neck. “I don’t suppose I could get you to call me sir for a few hours?”

“Oh, I see what your game is.” She laughed and leaned her head back to allow him easier access to her neck. “Whatever you say, sir. Your boat, your rules.”

“Good answer.” His mouth toyed with her earlobe. “I like having you all to myself. Seems like we’re always interrupted at the house.”

She twisted her head to look him in the eye. “Are you thinking about the house?”

“Not right now.” He brushed her hair from her face. Damn, she was beautiful.

He kissed her neck. She tasted like salt air and citrus. He unzipped her dress and smoothed his hands over her bare back. When his fingers slipped over her ribs, he heard her sharp intake of breath. Smiling against her neck, he moved his hands over her breasts. Squeezed. His mouth toyed with her ear. He liked the way her breasts filled his hands perfectly, as if they were made for him.

He kissed the line of her jaw as his hands slid over her flat abdomen. He felt the scar and traced it with his thumbs before sliding his hands back over her breasts.

Her hand gripped the back of his head as she ground her lips against his. Her mouth was wet and urgent beneath his, her tongue insistent.

He pulled the dress from her shoulders before pushing her down. Dragging his mouth from hers, he raised up enough to look down at her bare torso. Stunned by the intensity of emotion that flooded through him, he buried his face between her breasts and pinned her wrists against her sides.

Wine spilled. Both the bottle and glasses rolled toward the edge.

His mouth made love to first one breast and then the other. He savored every inch of her skin. She squirmed beneath him, but he refused to release her wrists. She needed to surrender, to enjoy being worshipped.

“Noah, please,” she said, her squirming making him insane with desire. “I need you inside me. Please. You’re torturing me.”

He slid down, his teeth pulled at the silky material of her panties. He released her wrists and moved his hands over her naked torso as his teeth worked her panties lower over her hips.

“Damn it, Noah. You’re killing me.”

He smiled against her hipbone. “Relax. We’re gonna get there.”

He pulled her panties and her dress from her legs and tossed them aside without looking away from her body. He ran his hands up her long legs, kissed the inside of her knees, licked the inside of her thighs, tasted the center of her, felt her body contract around his fingers as he slid them inside her. Wet and hot, she tasted sweet and intoxicating.

Her body arched beneath his mouth. Her hands were in his hair. She moaned his name over and over.

He kissed a trail over her abdomen, lingered again on her breasts, moved to her neck before merging his mouth with hers. She pulled his shirt off of his shoulders while he fumbled with the zipper of his shorts with one hand. Muttering something against his mouth, she pushed hard until he rolled onto his back, taking her with him.

She bent over him, hair trailing across his face as she kissed his neck and chest. Her hands pulled his shorts low, reached for his penis before her tongue licked the tip. He rolled his head back and gasped for air.

“Condom in my pocket,” he said between gritted teeth.

She knelt over him, hair blowing across her face as she rummaged in the pocket of his shorts for the condom.

“Give it here.” Propped on an elbow, he grabbed the package and ripped it open. Damn, he needed to be inside this woman with an urgency he hadn’t felt in years—if ever. The need pulsated through his veins and reverberated in his ears.

And then she was on him, rocking, hair blowing across her face, hands pressing against his chest, breasts moving with her rhythm, body silhouetted by stars in a night sky. She looked like a sea goddess having her way with him. He grabbed her waist and ground his hips against hers. She leaned over and kissed him with an urgency that shook him like an earthquake.

He rolled her back over and thrust into her again and again, needing to go deep. They were a tangle of limbs as their bodies merged in a desperate dance. Mouths found one another. Breath caught between them. When he climaxed, he let out a shout. She laughed—breathless—her nails scratching down his back.

“I can’t get enough of you.” Her breath brushed against the sweat of his neck.

“I know what you mean.” He muttered against the top of her head. “Damn, I want to do that again.” He kissed her forehead. “And again.” He kissed her lips and lingered. “And again.”

“Stay inside me. Don’t move.” She fisted her hands in his hair and looked him in the eye. “I think my dress blew overboard.”

He laughed, enjoying the feel of her legs still wrapped around him. “Do you care?”

“Not even a little bit.” She kissed him, eyes wide open.

He held her head close and looked into her eyes. Despite everything—her history, the note on his door, the mess he was in, her pain from the past and uncertainty about the future—she was brave enough to be here with him naked on the bow of his boat surrounded by deep water and darkness.

“I was right that day at The Lazy Turtle when I said you were dangerous,” he said against her lips. “You’re the most dangerous woman I’ve ever met.”

Didn’t I tell you? Melted your panties off didn’t it? (fanning self) Want a bit more of Riptide? Check out the video trailer. Buckle up! This will knock you off your feet!

Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published fiction and nonfiction author. For twenty years, she’s worked in the fields of journalism and advertising with a brief detour into the financial industry. Although she holds a BA in Communications & Journalism, she is a perpetual student of life who enjoys taking post-graduate courses on a wide variety of subjects when time allows. Smart is sexy, according to Easton, which is why she writes about strong female characters who have their flaws and challenges, but who ultimately persevere.
Easton currently lives with her two teenagers in the Colorado Rocky Mountains where she gives thanks daily for the gorgeous view outside her window. She finds inspiration from traveling, the people she meets, nature and life’s twists and turns. At the end of the day, as long as she’s writing, she considers herself to be simply “a lucky lady liv’n the dream.”

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Guest spot on The House of Taboo

Thank you for sharing with us today, Amber! For those of you who want another look at Riptide, head over to my sister blog Sassy Vixen Publishing on August 9th when she shares the first thirteen sentences of the book. And yeah…they are SMOKIN’! See ya there! ~Tammy

A hot and sexy Vampire has taken over the Blog!

I am Steffan Matthews. I am the vampire leader of Ambrose Heights and I am the guest blogger at Author Tammy Dennings Maggy’s Behind Closed Doors. “Guest” is a little bit of a reach now that the words have come out of my mouth. In actuality, she didn’t put up much of an argument once I flashed my fangs in the request, so maybe I should rephrase this to say I “took over” the blog.

My apologies to the lovely Ms. Maggy- I would never do anything to harm you. I must confess; the fangs were a bit of a faux pas on my part. They seem to descend on their own, overriding my self-control when I see a beautiful woman. I am a vampire, but don’t forget- I am still a man. To my credit, I did spare you the drool.

Well, now that I have composed myself, I am here and this is what I want to talk about- The story of my family and the woman that wrote the books, Maya DeLeina.

To start, take a look at the series that is based on my family.

The Ambrose Heights Vampires series

This Erotic Vampire Romance series follows the Matthew’s Lair as they intermingle with society, develop human-like serums, craft doctrines, connect with other vampire families and paranormal beings and search for their fated mates. They reside in the ultra-exclusive neighborhood of Ambrose Heights. Ambrose Heights sits high up on the mountain, overlooking the town of Manitou Springs, Colorado. And while the town is known for its healing spring waters, fabled underground passages and rumored lore of wizardry and witchcraft, the town’s residents find Ambrose Heights mysterious and inexplicable- they don’t quite know what to make of the gated community that seems to have appeared overnight. If only someone had done their homework. After all, the name Ambrose says it all- Immortal.

Catch the Series Book Trailer here: http://youtu.be/Ek5bvb1_-CA

Maya DeLeina is the Author that brought my family’s stories to life. Here is an account of the day I met Maya DeLeina and how she became the author of the Ambrose Heights Vampires series.

Maya DeLeina took her time walking through castle. Admiring the antiques that I had collected over the years, she made her way to the great room where my family waited for her arrival in sheer anticipation.

The invitation we sent to her was for dusk. At this time of day, the mountain terrain that sat outside the floor to ceiling windows that flanked the entire length of the great room radiated in swirls or purple and pink hues. We thought this would calm her.

After all, we didn’t quite know how she was going to react being among the only human in a room full of vampires.

***

“Why me? Why did I get an invite here?” Maya asked. I had her seated in my Tibetan antique chair in front of the family. She looked calm and collected, but I could tell she was shaking on the inside.

“You know our town and we know you have the ability to craft some tantalizing tales.” I responded.

Maya nodded her head.

“And you know about us, who we are. Don’t you?” Rhys said in a menacing tone.

Maya nodded her head once again, signaling her affirmation in the statement. Her body stiffened in fear.

“Maya,” I called to her in a soothing tenor.

Maya turned her attention to me.

“We will be leaving Ambrose Heights soon. We can’t stay any longer. People are starting to wonder about us.” I said.

“Ok. What do you want from me exactly?” Maya asked.

“We want you to write about our family. We want others in the town to know who exactly we were and how “human” we live our life.”

Maya cleared her throat, “How do you want me to write this?”

I looked around the room to my family members. We had talked about what exactly we wanted from Maya DeLeina for quite some time now. I searched their eyes for confirmation and was met with overwhelming encouragement, “We envision a series, where each of us would have our own story. You know, talk about how we became a vampire, what happened here in Manitou Springs. Each of us has experienced wild and unique adventures.”

I paused, allowing for Maya to ask questions. She remained silent, looking at me in a trance.

“You will start with Rhys first. He and his mate had kept a diary of what happened, so this would be a good starting point for you. Then, I would like you to write about me. I will be leaving Ambrose Heights first since I have to set up our residence for the family.” I continued.

“Where are you guys moving to?”

I just smiled and remained unwaveringly silent.

“Oh, I – I get it.” Maya responded.

“After that, you can start interviewing everyone to see where you would like to go after that,” I explained.

Maya smiled and quickly reached for her laptop. The screen illuminated the excitement in her face as the device came to life. The keys on her keyboard popped with exhilaration. “So, I am thinking we can meet down at the coffee shop on a regular basis to go over my progress and answer any questions I have. They have fantastically comfortable winged-back chairs that…”

“No Maya. I don’t think you understand. As long as my family takes up residence here, there is no meeting outside in public on this.”

“What are you suggesting then?”

“What I am suggesting? Would you like to see your accommodations here at Ambrose Heights?”

“Are you serious? You want me to live here while I write about your family?”

“Yes. We want you here Maya. Does that bother you?”

“N-No. It’s just…” Maya stuttered.

“You will be safe. Trust me. When you start learning about our family, you will feel perfectly comfortable in our presence.” I explained.

“And we will have Vaughn pick up food to stock the kitchen with.” Eilian added.

“So Maya, what do you think?” asked Rhys.

Maya quickly turned her attention to her laptop. Her fingers moved like lightening over the keys.

“What are you writing over there?” I asked

“The title of the series.” Maya said plainly.