30 May 2015

Doris O'Connor & 'The Protectors' @mamaD8 @LoveBitesSilk @sirenbookstrand #erotic #shifter #bdsm


Series: The Protectors
Author: +Doris O'Connor
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance
Publisher: Siren Publishing
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Top Ten Facts about the Protectors
1. Protectors are shifter police who keep the peace between humans and the paranormal world alike. The world would be a dismal place without them.
2. It is considered a great honour to be the mate of a Protector.
3. Male Protectors are drool worthy hunks and the females kick ass, yet feminine.
4. All Protectors are in the lifestyle to varying degrees.
5. Protectors all use motorbikes in their human form.
6. The series is set in Cumbria, UK, but Protectors are everywhere.
7. There are currently four books in this series, a fifth is in the making, and there may be more.
8. Reading this series may induce crying and hot flushes.
9. The author does not accept any responsibility for these occurrences.
10. If you’re fortunate enough to catch the eye of a Protector be ready for one hot ride, and that's not just sitting on the engine of a motor bike. ;-)
A look into the stories


~ Blurb for HER BEAR PROTECTOR ~
* From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile.
* Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.
* Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question.
* As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires.
* The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…
* “If only you could see yourself, babe. Those are nipple clamps, linked by a chain, and if I do this…” Something tugged at her nipples at the same time, and Tina arched her back and moaned. Oh lord, that felt way too good. Tiny shards of pain skittered from her nipples in an invisible line to her clit, and she panted her arousal.
* Ronan’s chuckle sunk into her consciousness like molten chocolate, and his next words sent her on fire.
* “You look so fucking sexy, babe. I’ve got my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it for you. My fingers are wet with my pre-cum. Here, taste what you do to me.”
* He ran his fingers along the seam of her mouth, and Tina opened eagerly. His unique salty musk exploded on her taste buds, and she sucked the digits further into her mouth. Ronan groaned, the bed dipped, and she needed no encouragement to open her legs wide. Instead of taking her however like she expected him to do, something cold hit the inside of her thigh and she yelped in surprise. He withdrew his fingers and surprise turned into a moan when that thing started to vibrate and Ronan held it right over her clit. Pleasure surged and her hips bucked upward to get closer to those delicious vibrations. Her orgasm build in ever tighter circles, and just as she was about to fly off that cliff, the vibrations stopped.
* Tina yanked at her restraints and swore.
* “Fuck, noooooo, damn it.”
* A swat to her thigh was her reward, and Ronan’s voice held an edge of steel.
* “Such foul language from my girl. I think she needs something else to occupy that mouth.”

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~ Blurb for THE WITCH'S PROTECTOR ~
~They’re the men mothers warn their daughters to stay away from~
* In 1957 the tiny village of Middle Brook is caught between two warring MCs, the Mongrels and the Lupines. As a fledgling Guardian witch, not yet in full control of her immense powers, Joanne Lilley knows to stay away. When she witnesses the Mongrels leader being run off the road, the instant connection she feels to the wolf shifter changes everything. Is he the one destined to awaken her?
* Henry Hastings is the Alpha of his pack, and the village’s Protector. He’s a man with a vision—all shifters will unite against the evil that haunts Cumbria at night—something the Lupines vehemently oppose. Finding his mate is a young and innocent witch, wasn’t part of that vision, but the fates have decided.
* Being with him places Joanne in danger, as her awakened powers are sought by his enemies.
* When disaster strikes, Henry is faced with an impossible choice…
* Henry smiled and kickstarted his own bike. The powerful machine roared into life and Joanne could feel the vibrations rise up through her toes. Oh my, she hadn’t really been expecting that, as her clit contracted and shivers of excitement darted across her skin.
* The infuriating man noticed of course, because he revved the engine up more, winked at her, and then leant down to whisper in her ear.
* “Just think about sitting on top of this, with all those vibrations right where you need them. You have my permission to come as many times as you want, as long as you imagine it’s my cock inside your tight little pussy.”
* Joanne opened her mouth to give him what for, but nothing came out bar a strangled squeak, and Henry laughed and revved the motor even more. He handed her a Mongrels leather jacket and the ugliest helmet ever, and having recovered her equilibrium somewhat, she stared at him.
* “You have got to be kidding me, if you think I’ll put that on my head.”
* Henry ignored her, straddled his bike, and grinned.
* “You’re the one who insists she needs to get home. I’ll be quite happy to keep you here, little red, preferably tied to my bed and gagged, so that you can’t mouth off at me.” He paused for a second, and Joanne knew she had blushed as red as the late blooming roses wrapped around the porch of the pack house at those outrageous words. He hadn’t tempered his voice either, and his assembled men all grinned.
* Oh he was going to pay for that, just as soon as she figured out how she could get him back for those words.

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~ Blurb for HER LION PROTECTOR ~
Never mess with the fates…
* Rebecca Hastings has no intention on settling down with some over possessive shifter. This fledgling guardian witch might need to have sex to awaken her powers, but surely anyone will do?
* When Lion Shifter Leon Friars interrupts her outdoor tryst with the college heart throb, she is simultaneously relieved and shocked. This sex on legs hunk can’t be the boy she grew up with. This Protector makes her want to forget all of her plans, and just submit, and that will never do.
* Being mated to Rebecca had not been in Leon’s plans either, but his lion has spoken. When Rebecca denies the bond between them, a heartbroken and furious Leon allows her to run away.
* The fates will not be denied, however, and when Rebecca returns years later, Leon has to decide whether he can ever trust her again.
* Is it too little, too late, or does love conquer all—fates included?
* “So fucking wet for me already. I wonder what you’ll do if I do this.” Flinging her legs over his shoulder, he buried his nose in her pretty pussy and inhaled.
* Unintelligible sounds spilled from his girl’s lips when he ran his stubble across her inner thigh, and licked along her slit. Leon groaned and his dick hardened anew when her sweet musk exploded on his tongue. Rebecca’s heels dug into his back, and she ground herself against his mouth, as he licked, and nibbled and thrust his tongue inside her clenching pussy hole. A gush of her feminine arousal was his reward, and his lion alternated between purring and growling as he drank his fill. Grasping her hips to hold her still, Leon took her right up to the point of climaxing before he bit into her inner thigh and withdrew.
* Rebecca swore, and bowed off the bed as far as she could. Her bound hands clenched in his long hair, and she tried to urge him back down, but he laughed and wrenching free of her grasp, took her hands and pulled them back above her head.
* “Oh, no you don’t, pip. This is punishment, remember. You will not come until I give you permission to, and you will keep your hands out of my way, or I’ll tie them so tightly you will not be able to move at all.”
* “Noooo, please….” Head thrashing from side to side and with yet more of her juices spilling over her thighs and running into her butt cheeks, her entire body flushed, she looked just like he wanted her to. A woman on the edge, desperate to come, yet not allowed to.
* “Oh, I think you mean yes, Sir.”

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~ Blurb for THE VAMPIRE'S PROTECTOR ~
She is a Protector, sworn to kill vampires, not mate with them.
* Eva Arnett is not having a good day. Not only does she prang her bike, but she is also set upon by a nest of vicious vamps, and then wakes up in an enigmatic stranger’s bed—naked and tied up. Her eagle has lost its mind. The ancient vampire cannot be her mate, but she cannot ignore this overwhelming urge to submit.
* Dimitrius Zolnerovich isn’t overly fond of those pesky Protectors keeping him from his food supply. However, when he comes across Eva fighting for her life, he has to intervene. Six vamps against one woman—that’s just bad manners—even if she is a Protector.
* He should keep his distance, but this experienced Dom cannot resist the gift of Eva’s submission, and besides, his myshka needs watching.
* When trouble hits the village, lethal choices have to be made that may well spell the end for them both.
* “That doesn’t seem that old for you to—”
* “Before Christ, myshka,” he said, interrupting her, and smiled at her sharp intake of breath.
* “But that means you’re like...Holy Cannoli. Are there more of you?”
* Dimitrius chose not to answer that, and she screwed up her nose, and nodded.
* “Yeah, dumb question, I get it. You’re hardly going to tell me, when I hunt your kind.” She pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them to her in a defensive move that meant he had to close the distance between them, and she flinched when he sat down next to her and lifted her hair off her face.
* “You’re very good at it too, from what I observed last night. It was one of the reasons why I interfered. And don’t call them my kind.”
* She looked up at him and frowned, presumably at the intonation he put on the last two words.
* “Really comparing me to those things would be comparing a Moped to a Harley.” He grinned when she laughed at that comparison, and visibly relaxed.
* “Yeah, guess they’re not quite in the same league, huh? So, is this where you’re telling me that you’re really a good and peace-loving vamp?”
* Her smile slipped when he bared his fangs at her, and burying his hand in her hair bent her backward until her bare throat was exposed to him. Her heartbeat went into overdrive when he ran his canines along her skin, and then retracted them before he hovered his mouth over hers. Her lips opened in a silent invitation, and her sweet, aroused scent hit him in the gut.
* “Don’t make the mistake of underestimating me, myshka. There is no such thing as a good vampire.”

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* Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
* Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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29 May 2015

A Look At Kristine Mason & 'Perfectly Twisted' @KristineMason7 @GoddessFish #military #romanticsuspense

Today we have author Kristine Mason visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Kristine Mason is the bestselling author of the popular romantic suspense trilogies, C.O.R.E. Shadow and Ultimate C.O.R.E. She is currently working on her next trilogy, C.O.R.E. Above the Law, along with a series of Psychic C.O.R.E. novellas.
* Although Kristine has published a few contemporary romance novels, she focuses most of her energy on her romantic suspense stories, which she loves for their blend of dark mystery/suspense and sexy romance. She is fascinated with what makes people afraid, and is famous for her depraved villains whose crimes present massive obstacles for her heroes and heroines to overcome.
* Kristine has a degree in journalism from Ohio State University and lives in Northeast Ohio with her husband, four kids, and two dogs. If she’s not writing, she’s chauffeuring kids, gardening, or collecting gnomes. Oh, and she makes a mean chocolate chip cookie!

What are you going to tell us about today?
* My romantic suspense, Perfectly Twisted.
A look into the story
~ Blurb ~
* What do you get when you mix a snake-handling reverend, a necrophiliac, a cop and an ex-con? Something perfectly twisted…
* Sound like the start of a bad joke? Not to Shane Monahan. The ex-con and newest recruit to the underground criminal investigation group, A.T.L. or Above the Law, has it bad for Collier County Deputy Beth Price. But ex-cons and cops don’t mix, especially when this particular ex-con is looking at going back to prison for his involvement with A.T.L.
* All Beth wants is a fun distraction from the stress of her job and law school. She thinks she's found that when she meets Shane during an airboat tour through the Florida Everglades. But Shane’s a felon, a man who could destroy her career as a deputy, and jeopardize her future as an attorney. She doesn’t know what to do—until dead bodies start showing up around the county.
* When three abused corpses are found with snake remains inside them, the discovery brings a murderer out of retirement. The Reverend, as he calls himself, doesn’t like his kills being mimicked, especially by a man who abuses the dead—after all, the Reverend does have a reputation to uphold and a congregation to scam. Now it’s time to teach his copycat a deadly lesson…
~ Excerpt ~
* Shane glanced from Beth’s eyes to her extended hand. Not once had he ever shaken a woman’s hand at the end of a date. Deciding to play it safe and by her rules, he took her hand in his. As if they’d just agreed on a contract negotiation, she gave him a quick, firm handshake.
* “I’ll text you later.” She took a step backward, avoiding the bumper of her car. “Thanks again for tonight. I had fun.”
* He fisted his hand. Damn it. He didn’t want a handshake. “Beth,” he said, stopping her before she reached the driver’s side door.
* She hugged herself again and stared up at him. “Yeah?”
* From his position, the lamppost was still bright enough to make out the disappointment in her eyes. God, he was an ass. He should walk away. Now. Because if they continued to see each other, he’d really disappoint her once she found out who she was dating.
* “I don’t want a handshake,” he said anyway. He wasn’t ready to walk away. Not yet.
* The corner of her mouth tilted in a sexy smile. “What do you want?”
* He took a step closer and sifted his fingers into her silky soft hair. “I want to kiss you.”
* She dropped her arms and settled a hand on his hip. “I want you to kiss me, too.”
* His stomach tightened with both desire and dread. In the past ten days, he’d had to relearn how to drive a car, an airboat and fly a plane. He’d had to adjust to using metal silverware, along with plates and cups that weren’t plastic. He hadn’t kissed a woman in over seven years and worried he’d forgotten how to do that, too.
* He let go of her hair. With his heart kicking up in pace, he slowly leaned his head forward. The subtle scent of her perfume, a seductive blend of wildflowers with a hint of vanilla, teased his senses. He’d love to strip her naked, taste her, touch her, then walk away with her perfume still clinging to his skin.
* He stared at her lips. Needing to know if they were as soft as her skin, anxious to rediscover the art of kissing, he inched his face closer. As her warm breath grazed his mouth, he brushed his lips against hers.
* They were as soft as he’d imagined.
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26 May 2015

Looking at Kiru Taye & 'Men of Valor' @KiruTaye @LoveBitesSilk #african #historical #romance

Men of Valor 1- 3 Box Set
Books by Kiru Taye: His Treasure #1, His Strength #2, His Princess #3
Genre: Historical Romance
Release date: May 25, 2015
Photographer: Hector Obeng
Cover design: Love Bites and Silk
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A look into the story
~ INFO for HIS TREASURE ~
IN A TIME when men ruled their households with firm hands, can a quiet man tame his rebellious wife with persevering love?
* Love Romances Café Best Book of 2011
* Kiru smolders with the sensitivity of the loved in describing this man... An exceptional book, well worth the time, money and frustration.....Sigh! ~ Imagervet (Amazon reviewer)
* I didn't want the story to end, it was that good. ~ The Wordsmythe (Amazon reviewer)
* Obinna looked up at her, his eyes fringed by long, dark lashes, a black, expressionless pool she could drown in, always unnerved her. As she couldn’t read his mood, gauging how to tell him what she wanted to say was difficult.
* “Yes, say what’s on your mind Adaku,” he said in his usual deep voice, as he licked his long fingers.
* Something stirred low within her belly. Her eyes hungrily followed his action, and she got distracted. For a brief moment she wished it was her fingers he was licking.
* “That could be arranged.”
* Adaku looked up sharply and Obinna’s brow was lifted with amusement. She realized she must have spoken her thought out loud. Embarrassment and heat washed over her as he took hold of her hand in his large one.
* Somewhere within her mind something shifted. An awareness of Obinna at a primal level registered in her rapidly hazing brain.
* The air suddenly felt warmer and her skin prickled. He took her fingers into his warm mouth in turn, twirling his moist tongue around each. Sensation flooded her body, and she forgot everything else she wanted to say. All she could feel was the stroke of his tongue on her fingers as he sucked and lapped each one.
* His touch scorched her straight to her soul.
* She gasped and his gaze came up, locking on to her and pinning her to the spot. His eyes were filled with a desire she couldn’t explain. His tongue moved down her skin, searing a path to the spot at the center of her palm before licking it. Then he released her hand, and she realized she was trembling.
~ INFO for HIS STRENGTH ~
WHEN A WARRIOR seeks to claim a free-spirited woman, he soon discovers a tigress unwilling to be caged. Is the hunter about to be hunted?
* The story is well told, the characters are tight and multi dimensional. ~ PamelaStitch.com
* I enjoyed the FIERY passion between Ikem and Nneka...their chemistry is totally OFF-THE-CHARTS...and only IGNITED more by their INTENSE and sometimes humorous verbal sparring. ~ Malaika Tamu (Amazon reviewer)
* "Why did you not come to see me when you want me so?" He cocked his eyebrow cynically.
* Her mouth formed an O. "I-I don't want you," she replied in a petulant fashion, shaking her head vigorously. But her eyes told him another story. They were a warm brown and stared at his lips as if expecting him to kiss her.
* Maybe I should oblige her.
* He chuckled. "Liar," he whispered before he lowered his lips to her. But he didn't claim her lips immediately. Instead he feathered her face and neck with kisses, alternating between nipping and licking her sweet-salty skin. Her breathing increased rapidly. When he looked up, he noticed that her eyes were closed. He licked the pulse at her neck before he trailed his lips back up and hovered above her lips. She opened her eyes and moaned softly.
* "Say it, Nneka. You want me to kiss you."
* "Never!" Her voice, as well as her body, trembled as she spoke.
* "Why do you have a tough time admitting what you want? Your eyes and body betray you easily." He laughed as he pushed his thigh between her legs, parting them. He felt the heat and dampness of her hooded pearl against his bare skin.
~ INFO for HIS PRINCESS ~
WITH THE WEIGHT of a kingdom on his shoulders and his honour at stake, can a Prince truly love a slave?
* I loved the hero, who in a land and time of male dominance, chose to be a man without reproach - a man worth losing one's heart to. ~ Empi Baryeh, author
* This book was fantastic. Throughout it I kept wondering how the hero and heroine would end up together. When the major revelation came I said, "Hot holy crap" out loud because I didn't see it coming. ~ Nana Prah, author
* "Rise, Ezinne," he said.
* The intense timbre of his words resonated, doing odd things to her insides. She’d heard him speak before. Still, being alone with him seemed to heighten the effect of his voice on her body.
* She straightened but kept her eyes lowered. She needed to gain back control of her body. If she kept her eyes lowered, away from him, she could keep her body in check.
* "Look at me," he said in a snappy and low… dangerously low tone.
* Was he annoyed?
* Slowly she lifted her chin, her stare connecting with his once more. His lips were pursed, confirming her suspicions of his irritation.
* Anxiety and excitement caused her heart to thump against her chest. Instinct told her to look away. This was the prince. He was capable of crushing her with a snap of his fingers. She should heed the warning.
* Instead, she refused to look away and held his gaze. Infuriation crept up her spine at a snail's pace. She would not be intimidated.
* "When you are in my presence, you will look at me directly," he continued.
* "As you wish, my prince." She nodded and curtsied briefly still maintaining his gaze.
* "And when we are in private like right now, you will use my given name, Emeka."
* Doing that would mean accepting this whole arrangement as his con—companion. She couldn't do that. She wouldn't do that.
* "No, my prince. Regardless of where we are, you are still the Crown Prince of Umunri, and I'm just a servant in your palace. I can't address you by your given name. It is improper."
* "That may be so. But for the next four weeks, you are here to grant my every desire as my concubine."
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* Kiru is the award winning author of His Treasure and bestselling author of The Essien Trilogy series. She writes sensual and passionate multicultural romance stories set mostly in Africa. When she's not writing you can find her either immersed in a good book or catching up with friends and family. She currently lives in the South of England with her very own alpha husband and three children.
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