Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Hump Day Hump - Halloween Style with Until the Night!

Get your Humps here!

Until the Night 
Contemporary, Paranormal 

Novella
M/F, M/F/M, M/M/F/M, M/M, Menage, Anal Sex
Totally Bound

Having a mate can be a pain. Having three…now that's unheard of…

Gypsy volunteered to become a vampire, but she had no idea just what she'd agreed to do. As a human, she'd had her pick of willing males to warm her bed. As a creature of the night, she's striking out.

Until she meets Kendall. He knows what she is and doesn't care. He's loved her since he met her, but he had no idea just how complicated her life truly was. Her protectors refuse to leave her side. But what if he wants them on his side, too?

Allan and Todd are mates, plain and simple. Gypsy is in their charge. Period. Until they start to see her not as a problem, but a sexy solution complete with an adorable human thrown in for fun.

Can they come together as a foursome or will they destroy everything they've built in the name of passion?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of mm sex, anal play, ménages of the mmf, mfm, and mmfm persuasions, as well as lots of biting and spanking. They're having one hell of a party.

Available at

And now for that spooky Snog!!

Kendall cupped her jaw in both hands. Hunger shone amongst the green and blue flecks in his eyes. He worked the muscle in his jaw and the light caught the subtle colour changes of brown and gold in the scruff on his cheeks. She gulped to catch the breath she didn’t need. No heartbeat anymore meant that oxygen didn’t help her body like it had when she’d been alive.
God, she wanted to be amongst the living and for things to be normal again.
“Would you rather I be blunt?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I want you. I don’t care if you’re a vampire or if you have those two guys who hang out over here. You infiltrate my thoughts and make me think about you when you’re not in the same room.”
“Me?” Embarrassment gripped her. Back when she’d been alive, she wouldn’t have doubted a man’s attraction to her. She’d have known it and have run with the feeling of being desired. Since dying, she’d lost her confidence. Men looked at her, sure, but not in the same way.
“Yes, you.” His pupils dilated and Kendall rested his forehead on hers. “I don’t see a vampire. I see a sexy woman that I want to make my own.”
Gypsy closed her eyes and melted into his touch as his mouth met hers. He swept his tongue over the seam of her lips and she opened to him. She suckled on him. Heat burned through her veins and she ground her hips against his thigh.
He curled one arm around her shoulders while the other arm snaked around her waist. Kendall lifted her from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, not bothering to break the kiss.
Mint, he tasted like mint. She broke the connection to keep from scratching him with her teeth. Hunger pangs racked her body. Just one tiny cut, just enough to sate her appetite…
Kendall carried her into her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed with her on top. Gypsy closed her mouth to keep from displaying her fangs. She whimpered.
“You need to bite me, don’t you?”
She shook her head. Taking his blood would enhance sex, yes, but she didn’t need to. She raked her nails down his chest, taking extra time to flick his nipples.
“Feels good.” He arched beneath her. “Touch me.”
Gypsy grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled. Instead of moving the shirt up his chest, she tore it in half. The sound of tearing fabric split the air, followed by his laughter.
“Never had that happen during foreplay.” Kendall sat up with her still on his lap, and removed the torn clothing. “Your turn.” He eased her sloppy shirt up over her head.
Gypsy covered her breasts with her arms. A wave of humility swept over her. Would she make him happy? What a time to second guess herself…
“Show me, babe.” Kendall tugged her hands away, putting her on display. He palmed her breasts. The warmth of his touch filled her soul.
She moaned and leaned into him. Things made so much sense and none at all. Gypsy shook off the apprehension. She needed to feel, to be wanted and to hear a heartbeat.
Her nerve endings sizzled as he flattened his tongue over her nipple. He scraped his teeth over the engorged flesh and bit. Sparks shot from her breast to her pussy. Gypsy dug her nails into his shoulders. Holy hell, he knew how to use his tongue. Kendall gave her other nipple the same treatment. She shuddered in his arms.
The sweet scent of flowers swirled around them. Her fangs dropped and a voice whispered in her ear.
Mate.


Copryright Wendi Zwaduk 2013

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Sharing Nicely by Victoria Blisse ~ Check it out!

Sharing Nicely by Victoria Blisse

Two hot, sexy billionaires know what they want and they want her, but will they be happy to share nicely?
Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.
Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. They’re not content to share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to possess her completely.
Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant gifts.
Reader Advisory: This book contains a scene of MFM Ménage and some violence.

And now a saucy excerpt!

“So, are you two ready?” he asked. “I’ll get Chester to bring the limo round.”
“We can go in mine,” Darren snapped.
“Oh, don’t start this again.” I shook my head. “Decide nicely or I’ll be getting the damn Tube home.”
If the billionaires could be so abrupt with me, I’d be snappy with them.
“Fine,” Darren shrugged, “but we’re going back to my hotel.”
“Where are you staying?”
While the boys argued amongst themselves I took the date book and locked it away in my desk. I’d filled up a lot of the year and some dates had drifted into the next one. With the business I’d secured I was guaranteed to finish the fiscal year pleasantly in profit. I might even be able to afford a holiday. If I could persuade myself to stay away from Diamonds long enough.
When I walked back over to them the boys were silent.
“So, are we actually ready now?”
Greg reacted first, slipping his arm into mine and smiling.
“Yes, it seems me and Darren are staying at the same hotel.”
“Wonderful,” I smiled, intensely relieved. “Lead the way.”
Darren took hold of my other arm and we strode out together. I wasn’t expecting the barrage of flashing lights and yelled questions that greeted us. I supposed I had been a little naïve. The boys, with the aid of some huge security guards, pushed past the demands and we scooted into the back of a shiny black limousine. The mellow scent of leather filled the interior. Everything sparkled. I felt like we were in a separate car to the driver who was way, way down at the front.
“Are we going to the hotel, sir?” a polite voice asked. It sounded like it came from behind me, which was puzzling until I realised there was some kind of intercom device. Greg reached to the side of the limo and pressed a button.
“Yes, please, Chester.”
I would have liked more space to actually enjoy the ride home but I was crowded by two competing men and so spent my time flipping my gaze from one to the other, answering questions. Both were squeezed up close to me and both seemed determined to seduce me. I found that mind-spinningly crazy.
“What perfume are you wearing?” Darren ducked his head to sniff at my neck. I was very aware of his lips hovering just above my pulse point. I wished he’d kiss me there.
“Oh, I don’t know. Something fruity.” My mind went completely blank.
“You smell good enough to eat.” Darren continued and his lips did touch my skin but only for the briefest second. My whole body tightened at the gentle kiss.
“Your dress is beautiful.” It seemed Greg was not to be outdone—in fact he boldly ran his hand down my body from my shoulder, over my breast and lower. “I love the feel of velvet.”
“Thank you,” I squeaked then cleared my throat. “Thanks, I love velvet too.”
Tension zinged through me, sexual and otherwise. These two guys whoEE I’d only just met were making me into a battlefield. They were warring to control me.
I wasn’t a woman who enjoyed being mollycoddled. I took decisions, I dived into situations and I expected all of my staff to be respectful to both men and women. I’d reprimanded several for sexism and would go as far as to sack someone if they didn’t change their ways. I should have been appalled by the situation—I wasn’t just a trophy or a business contract. I should have kicked up a fuss and left then and there.
But I didn’t. I liked being the centre of attention. I liked being the prize they both wanted.
I waited for the next move but we pulled up outside the hotel so I had to wait until we exited the car. Again, both men linked arms with me. It was cold outside but apart from the cool breeze on my cheeks I barely felt it because their hard bodies protected me from the elements.
They whisked me across the marble frontage, past the liveried doorman and into a huge reception area. It glittered with prestige and marble. Everything was perfect, neat and tidy. There was nothing overly ornate or showy but you could tell by the purposeful minimalism that this was a very classy place. The kind of place I’d only ever imagined visiting.
We moved across the hall into the bar. Again it was big, shiny but understated. The bar was long and all the staff behind it were in immaculately cut uniforms. They all looked smart and tidy and I looked on with envy. I wished I could get my own staff to look so impressive.
“What would you like to drink?” Darren asked and smirked at Greg.
“I’d love a glass of water, really,” I replied, “I’m so thirsty.”
“I’ll get them to send over some water too, but should we have some champagne? It was a very good night for us all after all.”
Both Darren and Greg had won awards and I was sure they’d both made several deals too as they played the room.
“Yes, why not?” Greg answered before me. “Champagne sounds good.”
When Darren moved away Greg turned to me.
“Look, Kerry, I really would love to spend the night with you but it is killing me to be nice to him.”
“This is you being nice?”
“Exactly.” He almost smiled. I found it surprisingly endearing. “Please can we dump the other guy?”
“No.” I was very firm, it surprised even me. “No, I said I wanted to spend time with you both, so that is what’s going to happen. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”
“God, woman. You’re infuriatingly stubborn.” He growled.
“Now that is a case of the pot calling the kettle black.” I laughed.
Greg sighed. “I’m not used to being told what to do, Kerry. I’m the one in control.”
“I’d noticed, but if you want me, you play by my rules.” It was fun playing him at his own game.
“Oh, I want you.” His growl turned to a gravelly purr. It wasn’t cute, it was the noise of a killer beast merely at rest. Any moment he could pounce and rip me apart. It turned me on. I wriggled in my seat and my damp knickers chafed against my plump lips.
“Then you’ll share nicely.” I leaned in and kissed him. He was shocked, almost as much as I was. His lips were hard and ungiving for a moment—I thought maybe I’d pushed him too far—but then they melted, opened and pushed back and I felt his pent-up arousal running into me. I released my frustrated desire with every move of my lips.
We pulled apart and I had to pant to regain my breath while he licked his lips like he was savouring the taste.
“I’ll do it for you,” he said. I was intoxicated with the power of having him under my control.
“Hey, I want one too.” Darren came back, placed a glass of water before me and pressed his lips to mine. His were plump and giving. He prodded his tongue between my lips, into my mouth, taking control of the kiss and control of me. I felt like I might explode into a million pieces. I hadn’t been kissed in months and now I’d had two smoking hot smooches in as many minutes from two very hot but very different men.
“Okay,” I gasped when he pulled away, “now you’re even.”
The guys glowered at each other. I looked around the room to calm my nerves. Not a single person looked at us. Obviously such things happened often in bars of high-class hotels. It didn’t happen often to me. At all, in fact. I wondered if I was dreaming. I pinched my thigh below the table. It hurt. I definitely wasn’t dreaming.
A tall, skinny waiter brought us a bottle of champagne stood in a silver ice bucket. Balanced on his tray were three tall flutes. He transferred everything to our table with great pomp. I was in awe of his skill.
“Thank you,” I called. He nodded his head politely and walked off.
I knew a little about wine and champagne, only because my barman told me what I needed to order. The champagne in the bucket was clearly expensive—I’d never even heard of the name—and it was suitably French, obviously. I was sure Darren had ordered the most expensive in the place just to outdo Greg. I outdid both of them by just sipping at my water.
“Shall we take the rest of the bottle to my room?”
I nearly choked when I heard what Greg had said.
“Pardon?”
“Well, you wanted us to share nicely and I don’t think that even in an establishment like this where confidentiality is taken seriously we could share you, nicely or otherwise, right here in the bar.”
It took a moment to register that Greg Stamford, billionaire high-flyer and serious hottie, was propositioning me for a threesome. I’d agreed to it earlier, but it still seemed too much like a fairy tale to be actually real.
“I agree, mate. We’d get chucked out. Want to go to my room? It’s the Ambassador Suite.” Darren announced this like I should be impressed. Maybe it was the most expensive room in the hotel? I wasn’t sure.
“My room has the best view over the city,” Greg snapped.
“Yes, that’s what they tell people who can’t get in the Ambassador Suite.”
“Boys, stop it.” My voice was quite loud. The low murmur of conversation stopped for a moment, then carried on.
“Look. You are both very rich, I get it. You both want to be top dog, I get that too, but would you stop bickering like bloody schoolboys, okay? I am very flattered, truly, and I never in a million years would have imagined being in this situation…” I left the sentence hanging and gathered my thoughts.
“Please don’t say no.” Darren’s smile dissipated. “I’m sorry.”
“Well—” I tried to continue with my tirade. I had the moral high ground. I was going to say thanks but no thanks and leave both gentleman hanging, but say that I hoped they’d both still honour their bookings. I was going to make a stand, I really was. Then… Well, I’m not quite sure what happened.
“I’m sorry too,” Greg added. “We’re just billionaires used to getting our own way. Let’s go to the Ambassador Suite, it’s a lovely room.”
Had I heard that right? Had Greg Stamford apologised and ceded to his most hated rival?
“Yes, let’s,” Darren nodded. “Please, Kerry?”
I challenge any woman alive to not cave in when hit with not one but two sets of puppy dog eyes from intensely handsome men. I couldn’t do it.
“Come on then,” I whispered, “lead the way.”
On reflection, I think you’re right that Kerry isn’t going to use “whom”, so I de-corrected all uses of “whom” to “who”. Hope that’s OK.
Completely OK by me, cheers!

Book Link: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/sharing-nicely

Bio: Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's Resident "Naked Chef") and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can find often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse
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Monday, October 28, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK EIGHT


Who dey! Who dey! Holy crap it's a good season so far. 6-2! Who knew? The Jets kind of rolled over and played dead, but it happens. 

Are you ready for some funny quotes? I am. Here we go!!

But first, let me mention the Honorable Mentions...those quotes that were not quite right for last week... or came on Monday night.

“...as good as he is, he goofed up...”
Thanks Captain Obvious. 

 “...overconfidence in his arm...”
That happens sometimes.

And now for those quotes this week. Some real zingers in this bunch.

“...checked down and leaked right out...”
Leaked? Messy. Okay for television? Must be.

 “...has to find a way to push himself through this slump...”
I'm sure he'll find a way.

 “...getting out blocked...”
He needs to up his game. Maybe its that slump or overconfidence in his arm. 

 “...two impact plays...”
Cue the 'oof', 'guffaw', and 'groan' sound effects.

 “...the man’s coming back...getting on a roll...”
Wow. Well, see? He's got his game on!


And now for that Doozy of the Week:

 “...getting your split a little wider...”
I can only go so far before something breaks. Was that the point? Breaking? Yeeouch! 

Thanks for reading. Hopefully your team won and if they didn't, well, there's always next week. 
Stay tuned for my picks from Week Eight!




Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Wicked Warriors and Halloween Fun


For my part of the hop, I thought I'd share a snippet from my latest release, which happens to take place on Halloween ~ Cat Class. Want to win a bracelet and earring set? Then comment on the post. Yep. Leave your name and email and a comment and you're entered. Check out the linky list for the next hop site and be sure to fill out the rafflecopter to enter the contest for the big prizes!  

Cat Class by Megan Slayer  
Trick or Treat Collection
Book one in the Stray Cats Series
Changeling Press
Contemporary, Paranormal, Holiday, M/F, Short Story

He's got cat class and cat style, but can he win her heart?

Trust a witch to give away black cats on Halloween.

Hayden knew her cat was different the moment she picked him up from the box at old lady Hildegard's house. But there's a full moon out this Halloween, and Hayden's about to find out just how special her fur baby truly is.

He's got cat class and cat style, but can he win her heart?

Available here:


EXCERPT:
The man folded his arms. His black hair shimmered in the harsh light, and his eyes glowed the same shade of green as her cat’s. He even had the same odd way of staring at her as if he knew what she was thinking, and he talked like he knew all about her cat.
“Do you want my purse?” She stuck out her hands. “Take it.” The guy might remind her of her cat, but cat shifters were the stuff of legend. Besides, didn’t Halloween bring out the crazies? Yes, he was some lunatic in character trying to scare the shit out of her... and it was working. She shivered. “Take it.”
“I’m taking you home.” He swatted her hands down. “There’s a long story I need to tell you, but the short of it is yes, I’m a shifter. I chose you as my human, and now I’d like to go home and explain where you won’t freak out.” He inched toward her. “I won’t hurt you, but I will rip the limbs off the asshole who dicked you over at lunch. Now let’s go. It’s freezing, and I’m not fond of showing my ass off in public.”
“No.” She held her ground. “I don’t know you from Adam and you want me to take you home? No way, buddy. Blow.”
“Now that’s just mean.” He scratched his brow. “Okay, look, I come from a long line of shifters. Black cat shifters. My litter had four. Hildy knew about us and protected us. Somehow she knew you needed me. I’m glad you took me home because I knew you were the one for me.” He stepped closer to her. “Hayden, I need your help. We aren’t legend, and some bad people know about me. You’ve got to help me.” He crouched down before her and curled into a ball. His human form morphed into a cat. After a moment, the cat sat on his back legs and stared up at her. He even had the tiny white tuft on his chest.
“Godzilla?” Hayden swayed on her feet. This wasn’t happening. Her cat was a cat, not a shifter. She collapsed on the nearest bench and rested her head in her hands.
A pair of bare feet strode over to her. She glanced at the legs connected to the feet. The man squatted down in front of her. The mystery man who claimed to be her cat. Tears blurred in her eyes. What else could she do? Laugh or cry?
“Hayden, honey, shifting destroys my clothes.” He tipped his head to look her in the eye. “Let’s go home. I’ll explain everything there. I’ll show you what I am.”
“Show me. That’s a terrible come-on line, especially in the park. How do I know you’re not another creep like the one I went on the date with?” God help her, she wanted to go home with him. But what the hell? Was he really her cat? She stood and shrugged out of her coat. Might as well help him. “You know what? After the night I’ve had, I’m numb. Take this. It’s girly, but it will keep you from getting arrested.”
“I’m supposed to save you,” he said with a smirk. “My name is Joel.”

“Nice to meet you, Joel.”


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Cat Class by Megan Slayer  
Trick or Treat Collection
Book one in the Stray Cats Series
Changeling Press
Contemporary, Paranormal, Holiday, M/F, Short Story

He's got cat class and cat style, but can he win her heart?

Trust a witch to give away black cats on Halloween.

Hayden knew her cat was different the moment she picked him up from the box at old lady Hildegard's house. But there's a full moon out this Halloween, and Hayden's about to find out just how special her fur baby truly is.

He's got cat class and cat style, but can he win her heart?

Available here:


And now for that Hump!!

Hayden tipped her head and captured his bottom lip between hers. She licked and nipped him, enjoying the feeling of his scruffy cheeks against her mouth. The bulge in his jeans rubbed her pussy and sent shivers through her body. For a guy who wasn’t supposed to have any skills, he knew his way around her body. She forked her fingers into his hair and pulled.
“Hay, that feels good.” He hiked her skirt higher, baring her bottom.
Hayden sucked in her stomach and backed away from him. “Let’s turn the light out.”
“And miss out on seeing you?” Joel loosened her zipper. He palmed her ass. “You forgot I spent most of my time on your bed watching you. I know what you look like and I’m hooked. I want to see you and feel you.”
“Joel.” She fisted his shirt in both hands. “This is surreal.”
“For me, too.” He kissed her again, this time leaving a trail of heat from her lips to her neck, then down to her cleavage. His breath warmed her skin and his light touch eased her fears.
Might as well go for it. She inched off his lap and stood. The skirt slipped past her hips and pooled at her feet. She grasped the hem of her tunic and yanked the silky material up over her head.
“Beautiful,” Joel gasped. He threaded his fingers with hers and held her close. From her breasts to her belly, he kissed and licked. The strap of her bra slipped down her shoulder, revealing more of her to him. She fought the urge to push it back into place.
“Leave it,” he murmured and moved the other strap out of the way. The cups barely covered her nipples. Joel reached around her and popped the clasp, then moved the pesky lace. “That’s what I wanted to see. You.”
He cupped her face in both hands. “Teach me what I need to learn. Take the lead and show me everything.”


Monday, October 21, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback WEEK SEVEN


This week the Bengals almost lost it. They did. Four seconds to go and a 54 yard field goal?!?! Holy crap! My heart about stopped. Speaking of heart stopping...the quotes have been hysterical. Read on. 

But first, let me mention the Honorable Mentions...those quotes that were not quite right for last week... or came on Monday night.

"He finds a big, gaping hole."
They do like big holes. 

"Really nice job of feeling the outside."
He needs to work up to great job.

And now for those quotes this week. Some real zingers in this bunch.

"Untouched and able to get in his face."
Must've been a race.

"The deepest penetration throughout this entire game."
Was it double penetration?

"No safety in the middle and all locked up."
Now they're doing bondage. Hot dog!

"Hooked up twice in the end zone."
In front of all those people?

"He got penetration in his face."
As long as no one got hurt and everyone agreed, game on! 


And now for that Doozy of the Week:

"Great throttle response."
Okay, it was from racing, but it's a doozy. Hee hee. All guys wanted a good throttle response. If it's great, then even better. 

Thanks for reading. Hopefully your team won and if they didn't, well, there's always next week. 
Stay tuned for my picks from Week Eight!




Sunday, October 20, 2013

Blisse Kiss After Dark with Cat Class

It's time for the Blisse Kiss After Dark! Read the rest of the kisses here, but first check out Cat Class. I love black cats and shifters. This is my homage and the start of a new series featuring black cat shifters. Grin.



Cat Class by Megan Slayer  
Trick or Treat Collection
Book one in the Stray Cats Series
Changeling Press
Contemporary, Paranormal, Holiday, M/F, Short Story

He's got cat class and cat style, but can he win her heart?

Trust a witch to give away black cats on Halloween.

Hayden knew her cat was different the moment she picked him up from the box at old lady Hildegard's house. But there's a full moon out this Halloween, and Hayden's about to find out just how special her fur baby truly is.

He's got cat class and cat style, but can he win her heart?

Available here:

And now for that kiss:
Joel padded around her, then gripped her upper arms. “It’s not just sex. It’s me giving myself over to you.” He dipped his head, looking her in the eye. “We’re a
permanent couple. At least we are for me. You can leave my ass high and dry whenever you want. I’m loyal and I’ll stick by you for the rest of my life.”
“Oh.” Her head swam. Too many thoughts, too much information, and no way to understand it so fast.
Joel coaxed her down the hall to the bedroom. “It’s late and I don’t want to talk anymore. Let me hold you.”
“You are.” Hayden shrugged out of his arms. She needed to change, but things were so much more complicated with him in human form. “How do we do this? I don’t mind getting naked in front of a cat. They don’t talk back. But you? You’ll see my flaws. I’m not sure I want you to.”
“We take our time and get used to each other.” Joel held her hand and led her to the bed. Instead of ripping off her clothes like she expected, he sat on the edge of the mattress. “Come here.” He eased her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. “I’m going to kiss you, touch you, and prove what we’ve got between us is real, no matter what I look like.”
Hayden tipped her head and captured his bottom lip between hers. She licked and nipped him, enjoying the feeling of his scruffy cheeks against her mouth. The bulge in his jeans rubbed her pussy and sent shivers through her body. For a guy who wasn’t supposed to have any skills, he knew his way around her body. She forked her fingers into his hair and pulled.
“Hay, that feels good.” He hiked her skirt higher, baring her bottom.
Hayden sucked in her stomach and backed away from him. “Let’s turn the light out.”
“And miss out on seeing you?” Joel loosened her zipper. He palmed her ass. “You forgot I spent most of my time on your bed watching you. I know what you look like and I’m hooked. I want to see you and feel you.”
“Joel.” She fisted his shirt in both hands. “This is surreal.”
“For me, too.” He kissed her again, this time leaving a trail of heat from her lips to her neck, then down to her cleavage. His breath warmed her skin and his light touch eased her fears.
Might as well go for it. She inched off his lap and stood. The skirt slipped past her hips and pooled at her feet. She grasped the hem of her tunic and yanked the silky material up over her head.
“Beautiful,” Joel gasped. He threaded his fingers with hers and held her close. From her breasts to her belly, he kissed and licked. The strap of her bra slipped down her shoulder, revealing more of her to him. She fought the urge to push it back into place.
“Leave it,” he murmured and moved the other strap out of the way. The cups barely covered her nipples. Joel reached around her and popped the clasp, then moved the pesky lace. “That’s what I wanted to see. You.”
He cupped her face in both hands. “Teach me what I need to learn. Take the lead and show me everything.”





Thursday, October 17, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK SIX - A tad Late


The Bengals triumphed over the Bills in overtime. Hey, I'll take it. A win is a win no matter how messy. So I'm a tad late on the football quotes. It's been a zany week and only going to get crazier. Now I believe it's time for some funny football!!!

But first, let me mention the Honorable Mentions...those quotes that were not quite right for last week... or came on Monday night.

"Got it out there in a hurry."
He doesn't mess around. Wonder if his name was ZZ?

"Held him up to give him a chance to rip it out of there."
Wow. Just...wow... I do wonder. What is he ripping?

Could get messy.

And now for those quotes this week. Some real zingers in this bunch.

"Comes up the middle hard."
Always good to stick to the middle--at least at first. Then you can meander.

"Muddy middle, muddy front--never know what you've got."
Outdoor fun is, well, fun. But it can get...er.. messy.

"A lot of big bodies on this line."
They get paid well for it, too.

"He squirts through."
Did he use a tissue afterwards?

"Forcing out the ball."
As long as no one got hurt and everyone agreed, game on! 

"Trying to cut him off on the backside."
This could be the doozy of the week. I'm speechless. They can put that on national television? Again?

And now for that Doozy of the Week:

"Hammering him."
Snort. Bet he liked the hammering. Liked it a lot and wanted more. Just sayin. 

Thanks for reading. Hopefully your team won and if they didn't, well, there's always next week. 
Stay tuned for my picks from Week Seven!




Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Hump Day Hump with Guarding Me


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It's time for the Hump Day Hump... with Guarding Me

Guarding Me by Megan Slayer
 Starting over is never easy, but sometimes it’s the best way to heal a broken heart. 

Maya McCombs thought she had her life planned out—decent guy, a baby on the way and a solid job. That is until her plans blew up. Being single and pregnant isn’t high on her list, but she’s got to survive. No one said surviving meant she’d have to do it alone. 

Master Sergeant Levi Court had big plans, too. He followed the woman he loved to a new state and a whole new set of circumstances. Too bad she wasn’t interested in keeping the relationship going. On a whim, he heads to the Dinner Plate Diner. Maya is all he’s ever wanted in a woman. Can he prove to her that two hearts, no matter how broken, can be stronger together?

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And now for that Hump:

“You know when you eat a spicy bowl of chili how your lips tingle?” she murmured.
“I’m feeling it, too.” He rested his forehead on hers and tapped her nose with his. “I’m glad I walked into the diner.”
“Me, too.”
Music from the club filtered out to the parking lot and she swayed in his arms. Maya stared up at him and kissed him again, this time slower and softer. She continued to rock in his embrace, moving in slow motion to the raucous beat.
Christ, he wanted to explore every inch of her, but being in the parking lot they’d get into trouble. He broke away from her long enough to catch his breath. “I want to bring that sparkle back to your eyes. We need to go somewhere else.”
“We do,” she whispered. “I’ll follow you.” Maya slipped from his arms and climbed behind the wheel of her car. She rolled down the window. “What’s the address?”
“Geddy Street apartments, Building E. I’m on the second floor.” He squatted next to her car door. “I’m right over there.” He nodded over his shoulder. “I’ll follow you.”
Levi strolled to his car, his step lighter and his mind at ease. He’d found one hell of a woman. Maybe not forever, but for now, and that suited him just fine. Forever never quite worked for him.
Fifteen minutes after leaving the club, he pulled into his parking lot. She waited in the row of visitor spots and climbed out when she spotted him. She’d pulled her hair up into a ponytail and wore a jacket. The bulky garment hid some of her curves and turned him on all the more. More to the imagination and oh, how he liked to fill in the blanks.
“Ready?” Levi offered his arm to her once more.
“So ready.” Maya cuddled up beside him and rubbed her cheek on his shoulder. Once they reached his apartment, he held the door for her.
“So this is Chateau Levi. Nothing too fancy.” He closed and locked the door. “The rent’s reasonable and my neighbors are cool. Make yourself at home.”
Maya plopped on the couch and crossed her legs. Sort of at home and mostly guarded. Levi sat opposite her.
“This isn’t your thing, is it? Coming home with a guy?”
She shrugged. “I’m not much of a one-night-stand kind of girl.” She laughed and met his gaze. “It shows, doesn’t it?”
“A little. Want to talk?” Probably not, but she couldn’t hate him for not asking.

Fire lit in her eyes. “After.” Maya scooted across the couch and straddled his lap. “This good girl wants to go bad for a while.” Mons to groin, chest to chest and eye to eye, she cuddled against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his bottom lip, then kissed him.

Monday, October 7, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK FIVE


The Bengals beat the Patriots. I'm still reeling and squealing!! Yeah, baby!! 3-3 isn't great, but hey, it's not bad, either. Grin.

But first, let me mention the Honorable Mentions...those quotes that were not quite right for last week... or came on Monday night.

"He's got legs and is using them."
Well, if he's got the legs, I sure do hope he knows how to use them.

"He got it off in time."
Well, how do you like that? At least he got it off.

Le sigh.

And now for those quotes this week. Some real zingers in this bunch.

"Good job spreading you out in the trenches."
Kinky. Just watch the dirt in the cracks. Or have a thorough cleaning afterwards.

"Big vertical threat."
I do like 'em tall.

"Great hands on that ball."
I bet he's got great hands in other situations, too.

"Squatted on the route."
That just sounds sick.

"Wrapped up and down he goes."
I'd hope so. Always think of your partner. 

"Both grabbing each other."
This could be the doozy of the week. I'm speechless. They can put that on national television? 

And now for that Doozy of the Week:

"If you look like that, you're out of the game. If you get all mucked up, you're out, but not here."
Hmm. This is suspect, but funny. If you're muddy, then you're playing hard in the weather. If they mean you're playing dirty or bad...then that's your deal. Or are they excusing bad behavior? Not sure. 

Thanks for reading. Hopefully your team won and if they didn't, well, there's always next week. 
Stay tuned for my picks from Week Six!




Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Hump Day Humps with Guarding Me

Check out the other Humps here!


It's time for the Hump! Woo Hoo!! This book comes out on Thursday, so I'll update the link when I get it. But here's the hump, because you know you want it!

Guarding Me  

Megan Slayer
Shara Azod Publishing
Novella
Contemporary, IR, Military
Available Thursday!

Starting over is never easy, but sometimes it’s the best way to heal a broken heart.

Maya McCombs thought she had her life planned outdecent guy, a baby on the way and a solid job. That is until her plans blew up. Being single and pregnant isn’t high on her list, but she’s got to survive. No one said surviving meant she’d have to do it alone.

Master Sergeant Levi Court had big plans, too. He followed the woman he loved to a new state and a whole new set of circumstances. Too bad she isn’t interested in keeping the relationship going. On a whim, he heads to the Dinner Plate Diner. Maya is all he’s ever wanted in a woman. Can he prove to her that two hearts, no matter how broken, can be stronger together?

And now for that HUMP!!

“If you’d rather not do this, we can say goodbye and part ways.” He had to give her an out. Had to.
“Are you nuts?” She smoothed her hands up his chest, sparking a fire in his veins. “I’ve been waiting on a man who will treat me like I’m in heaven, not in the pits of hell.”
Maya leaned forward and stood on her tiptoes. She met him for a kiss, swirling her tongue along his bottom lip. Unable to hold back, he captured her in his arms. Levi caressed her lower back, learning her curves and tasting her sweetness. Good Lord, she was honey in his hands. The sweetest kind. He threaded his hand into her hair enough to massage her scalp with his fingertips. When she moaned, he tangled his tongue with hers. She rubbed her body along his, grinding on his crotch. His cock throbbed behind his zipper. Oh, shit. They needed to find a bed and soon. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, no way, but he fully bought into the idea of lust at first touch. She was lust in human form.
Maya broke the connection first and wobbled on her feet. He kept her in his arms, unwilling to let her go just yet.
“You know when you eat a spicy bowl of chili how your lips tingle?” she murmured.
“I’m feeling it, too.” He rested his forehead on hers and tapped her nose with his. “I’m glad I walked into the diner.”
“Me, too.”
Music from the club filtered out to the parking lot and she swayed in his arms. Maya stared up at him and kissed him again, this time slower and softer. She continued to rock in his embrace, moving in slow motion to the raucous beat.
Christ, he wanted to explore every inch of her, but being in the parking lot they’d get into trouble. He broke away from her long enough to catch his breath. “I want to bring that sparkle back to your eyes. We need to go somewhere else.”
“We do,” she whispered. “I’ll follow you.” Maya slipped from his arms and climbed behind the wheel of her car. She rolled down the window. “What’s the address?”
“Geddy Street apartments, Building E. I’m on the second floor.” He squatted next to her car door. “I’m right over there.” He nodded over his shoulder. “I’ll follow you.”
Levi strolled to his car, his step lighter and his mind at ease. He’d found one hell of a woman. Maybe not forever, but for now, and that suited him just fine. Forever never quite worked for him.
Fifteen minutes after leaving the club, he pulled into his parking lot. She waited in the row of visitor spots and climbed out when she spotted him. She’d pulled her hair up into a ponytail and wore a jacket. The bulky garment hid some of her curves and turned him on all the more. More to the imagination and oh, how he liked to fill in the blanks.
“Ready?” Levi offered his arm to her once more.
“So ready.” Maya cuddled up beside him and rubbed her cheek on his shoulder. Once they reached his apartment, he held the door for her.
“So this is Chateau Levi. Nothing too fancy.” He closed and locked the door. “The rent’s reasonable and my neighbors are cool. Make yourself at home.”
Maya plopped on the couch and crossed her legs. Sort of at home and mostly guarded. Levi sat opposite her.
“This isn’t your thing, is it? Coming home with a guy?”
She shrugged. “I’m not much of a one-night-stand kind of girl.” She laughed and met his gaze. “It shows, doesn’t it?”
“A little. Want to talk?” Probably not, but she couldn’t hate him for not asking.
Fire lit in her eyes. “After.” Maya scooted across the couch and straddled his lap. “This good girl wants to go bad for a while.” Mons to groin, chest to chest and eye to eye, she cuddled against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his bottom lip, then kissed him.
Holy Christ. Stars burst behind his eyelids. He wanted—no, needed more of her. Levi palmed her ass, hooking his thumbs in her belt loops. The more he tasted of her, the more he appreciated walking into the diner.
Maya sucked on his tongue, moaning just a little with each tug. She rocked her hips. The move put delicious pressure on his engorged cock.
Lust flowed through his body. He craved her. Wanted to feel her silken heat surrounding him.
Maya broke the connection first. “You’re dangerous.”
He wasn’t sure how. He’d barely done anything.
She grabbed the hem of her shirt and whipped the garment over her head. The white lace bra cupped her breasts, accentuating the taut little nipples. Her hair settled around her shoulders.
“Like what you see?” she whispered.
“I do.” He tipped her forward and shoved one of her bra straps off her shoulders. The lace dipped, revealing more of her breast. “Love this.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth and scraped his teeth over the dark skin. She tasted as sweet and sinful as she looked.
She ground her hips. “I want my soldier to fuck me.”