Yoshiyuki Ly & 'The Scorpion’s Empress' @LyLikeLee @GoddessFish #Erotic #Romance

Today we have author Yoshiyuki Ly visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Yoshiyuki Ly was born in San Diego, CA. She lived there until moving away to college. In high school, she began writing fanfiction as a serious hobby. Her pen name is representative of her multiracial heritage and a unique, diverse outlook that is reflective in her work. While pursuing an undergraduate degree in philosophy, she spent her free time reading the works of Virginia Woolf, Soren Kierkegaard and Simone de Beauvoir. She then spent the next years honing her craft to become a published author.

Today Yoshiyuki Ly will be talking about what kind of writer she is.
* Hey everyone, I’m Yoshiyuki Ly, promoting my debut erotic romance release, The Scorpion’s Empress. For today’s guest post, I’ll give some background on what type of writer I am.
* I’m the isolated kind. I prefer to stay with my characters whenever I can help it. I’m naturally drawn to this half solitude. I sense whichever characters I need with as much clarity as the people around me. I write with that same clarity, keeping myself at ease. Because of that, I’ll feel surrounded by ideas and plots whether I’m alone or in a room full of people. I like knowing that I can create whatever I want. At the same time, it’s isolating, as I mentioned. I know it’s not normal.
* Before and during writing this book, I wasn’t attached to anyone. I’m a moody person; I liked to think that I protected others from that moodiness by being alone with my work. At the same time, I’m realistic about the situation. I know that this is only a temporary state. Even now as I write this post, I’m going through a lot of changes. They’ll of course reflect in my next book. This type of chronicling of growth is how I’ve improved over the years as a writer. It does make rereading difficult, as I’m reminded of old memories as I go over stories I wrote in the past. I can’t help the way I am or the way I write. It’s worked well for me so far. I don’t plan on going against that. A look into...

~ Blurb ~ * After years of serving a corrupt government, Ser Videl, an idealistic paladin, learns that her younger sister is tangled in a dark scheme against Raj Mangala, the compassionate yet troubled Empress of the city's oppressed lowtown; the two women meet and are deeply drawn to one another, finding a shared sanctuary in their violently-divided city. The Scorpion's Empress is intimately written through the eyes of both twenty-seven year old women.
* Videl's loving devotion is just what Raj craves, but Raj is wary of letting her guard down while protecting her throne. Determined to prove her worth, Videl chases after Raj and works to unravel the mystery of the plots against the Empress. Raj wants Videl to serve her emotional and sexual needs, and the two explore a meaningful relationship of dominance and submission that delves fully into their deepest wants. When the conspiracy against Raj comes to a head, Videl's loyalties are tested when she is forced to choose between her past and her Empress. ~ Excerpt ~ * I stood up and slowly walked to one of the torches along the wall. That fire festival where we'd had our first time together… I took the torch and went back to her. Videl stared at me—expectant, anxious. I moved the fire closer to her face. She steeled her eyes and waited. She didn't protest. She didn't shirk away from me.
* “Ain't you scared?” I wondered. Videl shook her head. “It's fire for fuck's sake! Any normal person would've told me to cut it out by now.”
* “You wouldn't burn me with it. I know you like my face too much to do that.”
* I laughed and said, “Oh, so it's all logic with you? Your imagination must be full of rocks.”
* “This might have played out differently if I were in subspace,” she pointed out. “But, right now, I'm not bothered by it. I can reason myself out of most situations. It's hard to suspend my disbelief. I trust you to be logical, too. If you burned me, you wouldn't get to show me off to Nyte later on.”
* “Show you off, huh?” I asked, putting the torch back. “You think that's what I wanna do?”
* “I have a feeling you'll want to when the time comes.”
* “We'll see about that. For now I wanna see more about suspendin' your disbelief.”
* Videl was about to ask me what I meant—until I picked her up and threw her down onto the polished wood of the table. I straddled her, watching her pulse pick up along her neck. She bit down on her lip to keep from making a sound. Buy The Scorpion’s Empress here... Amazon Find Yoshiyuki Ly here... Author.to/yoshiyuki_ly | http://yoshiyuki-ly.livejournal.com/ | https://www.fanfiction.net/~yoshiyukily | Twitter Thank you for joining us here today, Yoshiyuki Ly! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

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A look at Naomi Clark & COLD NIGHT MOON @naomi_jay @evernightpub #LGBT #paranormal

Thanks for having me here on your blog today! I'm really excited to be sharing my latest release, COLD NIGHT MOON - book five in my Urban Wolf Series. This is a series that's really so close to my heart for a lot of reasons, and it's great to be back in Ayla and Shannon's world. I've been with these characters for six years now, and I like to think that each installment, whether it's a short story like this or a full-length novel, has expanded the world and see my werewolf ladies grow. In COLD NIGHT MOON, I get to play with some British folklore (always fun!) and give Ayla and Shannon a romantic break in the woods...well, a sort of romantic break, anyway. I hope you'll love it!

Excerpt

“We’re going home,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t sound as shaky as I thought it did.

“No! Can’t you hear her! It’s so beautiful, Ayla, I have to see… I have to find her…” She slapped uselessly at my arms.

I had to change position. I couldn’t really see past her head and if she started kicking, she could take out my knees with those heavy hiking boots. But I didn’t want to let her go to try and put her in a better hold. With a groan, I sort of rolled her in my arms so we were face to face. Her expression was one of angry hunger, nothing like the Shannon I knew. She slapped me, her gloves stinging my cheek.

“Let me go!”

I growled and hauled her over my shoulder. She kneed me in the stomach and pummeled my back, shouting now.

“Put me down! I have to see her!”

"There's nobody there!" I cried, frustration boiling over into anger of my own. "Please, Shannon—"

She kneed me again, knocking the breathe from me, and I stumbled. Her weight overbalanced me, pitching us both into the snow, with Shannon landing on top of me. While I wheezed for air, she tried to scramble off me, but I grabbed her wrists and clung on. The sheer panic on her face scared me. It was the intense, mindless panic of an animal fleeing a wildfire, a human watching a friend die. You couldn't reason with that, couldn't snap someone out of it.

She twisted and thrashed, trying to free herself, while snow soaked through my jeans and slid into my boots, sending chills through me. I was fighting the elements as well as Shannon, and whilst I could outfight Shannon if I wanted, I couldn't hold off the cold forever.

I gritted my teeth. "I'm so sorry," I said, and then I headbutted her.

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Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

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A Look At Naomi Clark & 'The Sea Wife' @naomi_jay @evernightpub #ROTG #GLBT #shifters

Today we have author Naomi Clark visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

What are you going to tell us about today?

* It's probably no secret that I love shapeshifters, but normally I stick with werewolves. What can I say, I'm a traditionalist when it comes to these things! For THE SEA WIFE though, I branched out. It's impossible to be a fan of folklore and mythology and not know about selkies. There are loads of different stories surrounding these seal shifters, but I think probably the best-known is the idea that, if a man steals a seal-woman's skin, she's trapped and forced to become his wife. It's a sad story, but then, romantic tragedy seems to be a key element of selkie lore.
* In THE SEA WIFE, I wanted to play on that element, but hopefully you won't find Charley and Nessa's story too sad! I like a little hope and happiness in my love stories after all!
~ Blurb ~ * Charley and Nessa are from two different worlds. Nessa is a selkie and Charley is all too human. When selkies and humans fall in love,

A Look At Doris O'Connor & 'Claimed by Her Bears' @mamaD8 @evernightpub #NaughtyFairyTale

Today we have author Doris O'Connor visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* 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.

A look into...

* Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release, Claimed by Her Bears.
* Based loosely on Goldilocks and the Three Bears, which happens to be one of my favourite Fairytales, and originally published as Goldie and Her Bears, this story is really quite special to me. It started my love affair with bear shifters, and it was my first ménage.
* I wrote the original version in a mad typing frenzy over one weekend, when those bears just wouldn’t let me rest, and you know, every bear shifter I have written since, has been the same. There is something about bears. They tend to be my raunchiest, most demanding heroes, and these three, are something else entirely. If you’ve read the original story, you know these bears are very, very naughty, but you know, they are even naughtier in this version. I’ve learnt a lot about writing sex since those early days, and delving into everyone’s point of view in this new and extended version has added another level of hotness. An extra 30K of hotness to be precise.
* *winks*
* I had great fun writing these bears, so get ready for some yummy bear shifting kinky shenanigans. :) ~ Blurb ~ * Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well…
* When Goldie Lockwood tumbles into the arms of the new CEO, she falls head over heels in lust with the enigmatic Dom. Interested in the lifestyle she might be, but Jason Stanhope seems way out of her league.
* Jason’s bear wants nothing more than to bend Goldie over his desk and claim her right there, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. This bear shifter comes as a package deal—three for the prize of one. As the oldest of triplets, his mate will also have to submit to his brother and sister.
* While Goldie responds beautifully to his training, will a weekend at the club be one step too far, or can she be the sweet sub the siblings need?
* Revealing their bears might very well make Goldilocks live up to her name. ~ Excerpt ~ * He had originally planned to spank her insolent ass, and then fuck her over his desk, but when she hadn’t appeared, his mood had darkened. For one soul wrenchingly disappointing second he’d thought she’d run out on him, and then his bear had picked up the scent of aroused woman. He’d tracked her down to the ladies’, and just when he thought he’d have to break the door in, she had appeared, and a new plan had taken hold.
* Her untutored responses to him had made the Dom in him roar, and his bear had positively strutted at them. Fucking her now was out of the question. His volatile animal was too close to the surface, and he would not be able to resist biting her. No, it was far safer for everyone involved to consummate their relationship at the safety of the club, where his bear would be easier to control in the company of Jacob and Cat.
* Besides, they had to establish the ground rules, and his little Goldilocks had some homework to do, starting right now.
* He spread his legs and raised an eyebrow at her when she just stood there, staring at him openmouthed.
* “I’m waiting, girl. If you can’t follow a simple instruction then this ain't gonna work out between us.” She gasped at that, and grinning he reached out and shut her mouth with his index finger under her chin. A shudder went through her when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her kiss swollen lips, and she pouted when he withdrew again.
* “Can’t you just spank me or something, and get that punishment over with, please, Sir?”
* Jason threw his head back and laughed, and her pout deepened, but when he shook his head, she gave an exaggerated sigh, and slowly inched the hemline of her skirt up.
* It was his turn to groan when her pretty pink pussy lips came into view. Delightfully bare, they glistened in her dew, and his bear huffed his need for a taste of the nectar between her legs.
* Jason had to clear his throat to get his voice to work, and the little minx grinned at him.
* “Spread your legs, girl. Give your Sir a good view.”
* With a groan to match his, Goldie complied, and Jason had to rub his aching shaft through his trousers to gain some relief, as her outer lips opened to reveal the bounty therein. Her inner lips darkened in color the longer he stared at them, as the blood rushed to that area. Her engorged clit stood proudly out its hood, almost daring him to devour it with his teeth, and her pussy hole clenched and released, causing more of her juices to trickle out of it and down the inside of her thighs.
* “Now, that is a pretty sight, my girl. I bet you want to come pretty badly right now, don’t you.”
* “Ye-es.”
* He smirked at her strangled answer, and taking his phone out of his pocket got to his knees to take some candid close up shots of his girl’s cunt. Both Jacob and Cat would sure appreciate those, not to mention he would, while he imagined himself balls deep inside that pretty flesh.
* “What are you doing, Sir?” Her voice wobbled, but she didn’t close her legs either, and pride surged in him. Maybe this would work out after all. Not claiming her as his was already too painful to contemplate. All three of them would just have to work really hard to make her fall in love with them so that the small matter of them shifting into grizzlies wouldn’t freak her out too much.
* He had a sudden vision of her running away screaming from the club when she found out about them like her namesake in the popular fairytale. He shook his head to free it of those disturbing thoughts, and getting back to his feet showed her the last picture he’d just taken.
* “Just taking a picture of what’s mine, girl.”
* Goldie glanced at the screen briefly and blushed crimson.
* “No need to be ashamed, Goldilocks. You have the prettiest little cunt I've ever seen, and I can't wait to claim it.”
* The hopeful look she threw his way made him laugh, and he shook his head.
* “Not today though.” He pulled the hemline of her pencil skirt down and tapped her nose.
* “You can close your legs now, but remember what I said. No making yourself come, and no panties. I’ll be checking to make sure you follow that rule, and if you don’t…” He grinned at her sharp intake of breath when he swatted her ass twice.
* “You won't be able to sit that pretty behind of yours down for a week, got it?”
* “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and he brushed his lips over hers, drinking in the scent of his woman.
* “You have some homework to do first, and when I think you’re ready, we’ll be taking that step at the club.”
* Her eyes widened anew at that proclamation.
* “The club?” she asked. “Not the one all the staff is dying to find out about?”
* Jason tapped her nose again and stepping away, pulled out the list of websites he’d printed off for her earlier out his trouser pocket.
* “The very same, baby, only, you’re looking at the new owner. Well one of them. My sister and brother own a third each.”
* “There’s more of you?” Her voice rose in her astonishment, and he knew now was the perfect time to test the waters.
* “Yes, we’re triplets, and…” He let his words trail off waiting for her reaction, and she didn’t disappoint.
* “Triplets? I guess that makes you really close, right?” she asked, and when he just shrugged his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around herself.
* “Is there a reason you’re telling me this now?” she asked, and he nodded.
* “Let’s just say, we like to share—everything.”

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Sinfully Sexy Saturday w. Naomi Clark @naomi_jay @evernightpub #SSS #UrbanFantasy

It's Saturday! Yay! Here's a sinfully good treat by author, Naomi Clark, to add to a great day. Welcome, Naomi Clark!

First, what would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* My story Blood Witch.
* I think one of the fun and frustrating parts of being a writer is that the idea you start out with is often not the story you end up with (or is that just me?). BLOOD WITCH is a prime example.
* This novella started out as a way to keep myself occupied during my Christmas break last year, and turned into a labour of love. It's also turned out to be a bit of an exquisite corpse, in the sense that it's a patchwork of ideas and characters from other projects I started and abandoned in the past. Some facts:
* 1. The opening scene is an adaptation of something I scribbled in a notepad before work one morning. A witch (then called Lilah) was being interviewed by the police. At that point I had no idea why and I never wrote any more. I did steal that opening and turn Lilah into Lola for BLOOD WITCH.
* 2. The start of chapter two, where Lola visits her ex-girlfriend, Rowan, started life as an urban fantasy parody I was writing to amuse myself. It was supposed to be part of a really OTT cliched UF story, but I ended up taking it too seriously (as I am prone to do) and decided to make it part of BLOOD WITCH.
* 3. One of the side characters, Caleb, was originally a secondary character in a paranormal romance I was writing a few years back. I got about 20k in before realising I didn't really know what I was doing, but I liked Caleb and decided to work him in somewhere else.
* BLOOD WITCH has come a long way from my initial idea of a short story about a witch falsely accused of murder. That core idea is still a big part of the story, but the world has grown beyond my plans and I now see this as the start of a series instead of a stand-alone mini project. I'm so glad my original plan changed so much because now I get to explore and share a whole new bunch of ideas and characters with you! A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Lola Guntram is used to being an outcast. She's the only blood witch in Fort Rosser, mistrusted by other witches and happier working solo. But when her dark practices make her the prime suspect in a brutal murder investigation, she's forced to turn to others for help. Not that she has many allies – her ex-girlfriend thinks Lola is the killer, and the local coven leader thinks Lola will corrupt them all if she gets too close.
* Help comes in an expected – and alluring – form. Tristesse is a demon on the run, beautiful, enigmatic, and suspiciously keen to assist Lola while she chases down the real killer. How can Lola refuse? With the police breathing down her neck, accusations flying, and inhuman monsters on the streets, Lola needs all the help she can get. The killer is angry, desperate, and determined. But so is Lola Guntram. And she doesn't care how dark or bloody the magic has to get – she's going to stop them. ~ Excerpt ~ * Once home, she returned to her books. Now she had a definite symbol to look for, she was able to narrow down the search of her considerable library. In a battered tome called Symbols, Sigils, Signs and Seals, she finally found it. She barely remembered buying the book; most likely she'd picked it up secondhand somewhere, mentally added it to her “to-read” pile and forgotten about it. She'd always bought far more books than she'd ever get round to reading.
* Still, there it was in plain black ink on the yellowed page. The same sigil she'd seen on Isako's floor. It wasn't alchemical, as she'd first thought, although it shared the typical sparse lines and deceptive simplicity. The language of alchemy was really just a form of shorthand, indicating herbs, liquids, and equipment. This sigil, according to the text, could be broken down into several smaller ones, but combined together like this, it meant just one thing. A word. A name.
* Gehenna.
* Hell.
* Lola rubbed her scars, tracing the lines of countless spells cast, immeasurable energy drained and used. She'd cast spells for self-confidence, spells of attraction. Spells for good luck, spells for decision-making. Once she'd spent almost twenty-four hours casting a spell that wove together blood and fire magic to help a client take revenge on her rapist. That was dark magic, made of dark intent no matter how worthy the cause. That was the only time she'd broken the “harm none” rule, and she didn't regret it. That was the kind of magic the Choir thought was just the tip of the iceberg with Lola. It was the hardest spell she'd ever worked, the grayest, and absolutely the most satisfying.
* It was nothing compared to this sigil and what it meant.
* Gehenna. There was only one reason, the book stated, that you would write this symbol as part of a spell, and that was to open a doorway. Write it in freshly-spilled blood and you weren't just opening it, you were kicking it down. With someone else's freshly-spilled blood...
* Lola set the book down, stomach churning. She had to tell Yvette.
* But what could Yvette do? This was way outside the Choir's comfort zone. Fuck that, it was outside Lola's comfort zone. This was bigger than elemental magic, bigger than blood magic, and bigger than motive Lola could have guessed at.
* This was demonology.
* Murder was just the beginning. Buy Blood Witch here... All Romance eBooks | Amazon - UK | Amazon - US | Evernight Publishing Find Naomi Clark here... Blog | Facebook | Twitter Thank you for joining us here today, Naomi Clark. It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story. Have a sinfully good week everyone!

Sinfully Sexy Saturday w. Scarlet Chastain @scarletchastain @evernightpub #SSS #lesbian #romance

It's Saturday! Yay! Here's a sinfully good treat by author, Scarlet Chastain, to add to a great day. Welcome, Scarlet!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Hi CR! Thanks for having me on your blog today. I write under two pen names, Sandra Bunino and Scarlet Chastain. Scarlet’s focus is female-centric sizzling stories written about women, for women.

What book are you going to tell us about today? Is it part of a series? If so, what's the order the books should be read in?
* My new release, I Kissed a Girl in Vegas, is the first book in my I Kissed a Girl series. I have at least two other books planned for the series. All of the stories will be stand alone with different sets of characters in each book with a common focus of first time experiences.

How'd you/your muse come up with this story?
* Katy Perry’s song, ‘I Kissed a Girl’, was my inspiration for this story and series.

Describe a heroine in five words.
* Gianna Lucini: Chef, impeccable, high standards, commanding

Describe another heroine in five words.
* Tessa Walker: Uncomfortable in a pink bikini

Describe a third character in five words.
* Mark: Maitre d’, Tall, Dark and Muscled

Who's your favorite character in the book & why?
* I love Gianna because she’s strong and not afraid to go after what she wants. However, Gianna has a soft side to her and wants her own happily ever after.

What's your favorite line in the story?
* “Have you ever kissed a girl?”

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * Tessa Walker’s business trip takes her to one of the poshest hotels on the Vegas Strip. Nursing a break-up, she can use of weekend of fun and sun. Little does she know, her pool cabana mate is none other than famous chef and restaurateur, Gianna Lucini, who introduces her to the world of great food and forbidden passion.
* Life as a jet-set chef isn’t all it’s cracked up to be for Gianna. Like her restaurants, she insists on control in the bedroom and her tastes run anything but plain vanilla. She’s ready to give up on love until Tessa serves up an offer Gianna can't turn down. ~ Excerpt ~ * “Mark has another talent you’re sure to enjoy. I’m going to take over for him so he can show you. Just keep an open mind and let yourself go, Tessa.” Her slow words mesmerized me as her strong fingers took over and Mark let go. Her hands were small and soft in comparison to his. Gianna’s fingers traveled across my shoulder blades, loosening tight muscles along the way. I grabbed the edge of the table and slid my chair back a few inches. “Relax,” Gianna whispered. Mark moved to my side and casually leaned against the table. He picked up my hand and rubbed small circles around the sensitive area where my thumb met my palm.
* “You have a hard time letting go. Don’t you, Tessa?” he asked.
* I took a deep breath and reached for my glass of wine, hoping it’d provide much needed liquid courage. Mark grabbed my other hand before it could capture the wineglass.
* “You don’t need that to relax. Let me help you.” His graveled voice rumbled its way through my body and stoked the heat settling low in my belly.

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A Look At Michaela Rhua & 'Moon Dance' @MichaelaRhua @evernightpub #GLBT #paranormal #rotg

Today we have author Michaela Rhua visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!
* She has teenage children who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* Staying in the past or stepping into the future? And my story, Moon Dance.
* Thank you for having me on your blog. Well 2015 has started in a superb way with a new release. However 2014 was not a productive year writing wise but the last few months my brain kicked in and inspiration returned in the form of this series called Moon Maidens – a FF or lesbian series. Book 1 called Moon Dance is out now.
* So what has 2014 taught me? Life is to be lived. The past is exactly that – the past. We should not dwell on it so much that it colours everything we do. Learn from our experiences and move on. The future is ahead of us, like a blank open page to write, create and live.
* But what happens when the past comes and hits you in the face? Raya discovers something about her past that could damage what she has started to build with Amari. They reach that point where Raya has to decide whether she keeps her foot in the past or steps into the future. Well you’ll have to read the book to find out what happens. But here is a little bit more about my girls.

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * A quick pick up and a night of sex was just what Raya was looking for. Only meeting Amari set her insides on fire and she had to have more of this Indian beauty. Witches and shifters aren’t meant to bond only Raya and Amari can’t ignore the chemistry flowing between them. Trouble strikes the lovers when a past trauma hits Raya and Amari’s mother could be to blame. Finally Raya has a chance to get even with the old witch, who destroyed her life. When that revenge reveals that Raya’s past holds secrets she wasn’t aware of, it throws into question everything she believes in. Can the lovers unite to help Raya find her true self or is it all too late? ~ Excerpt ~ * "Good morning Amari. Sorry I couldn't wait," Raya said. She pulled off her sneakers one by one, followed by her sports socks.
* Amari held out her hand, inviting her across. Raya's eyes lit up and she began to walk across the shallow water. Suddenly she stopped and looked down at her feet, confusion written across her face. Raya backed away, out of the water.
* "You okay?"
* "Err…yeah. Why don't you come across here?" Raya suggested.
* Amari did not hesitate, pulling up her dress to skip across the cool water, leaving her sandals behind. Once across, Raya grabbed her hand and pulled her into her. Both girls looked at each other. Raya’s deep green eyes shone back at Amari.
* "You're beautiful…" began Raya, but she was silenced by Amari who pulled Raya's head down in a rough kiss. Instantly there was a connection, sparks of energy flew around them and Amari's body began to heat up. Lips meshed and tongues played, dancing and teasing. Their hands explored and grabbed each other's bodies to get closer, wanting no space between them.
* Ray moaned into Amari's mouth. Amari pulled away.
* "Sorry, did I hurt you?"
* "Are you kidding me?" Raya said, pulling her back into a kissing that almost hurt with the fierce passion that was behind it. Amari's mouth sizzled against Raya's; never had she experienced something this strong straight away. She pulled at Raya's T-shirt, wanting nothing between them; skin on skin was her desire. Raya helped her out by holding her arms up and Amari pulled the T-shirt off. Underneath she wore a simple cotton bra that cradled her breasts. Amari slid off one strap and kissed the soft skin of her neck, then shoulder. She felt Raya's hand massage the back of her head, keeping her in that position. So she likes to be kissed there. With a new lover, it was always a learning experience; what they liked and didn’t like was stored in your memory. She was enjoying learning about Raya. She pulled down one cup to reveal a perfect breast with an erect pink nipple. Raya wasted no time: she sucked it straight away and then used her teeth to bite gently. This released another moan from Raya's lips. Amari smiled, looking up at Raya.
* "You like a little pain?" Amari carried on sucking Raya's breasts with gentle bites. She moved her hand down Raya’s front and edged it into her joggers and down to her panties, which to Amari's delight were a little moist. She rubbed Raya's mound, letting the tips of her fingers slide down further. Raya spread her legs a little; that meant Amari could reach further. Massaging that pussy was not enough, she wanted to taste. Amari grabbed Raya's joggers, pulled them all the way down and then knelt at her feet.
* Raya's legs were long and toned, probably with all that jogging. Amari stroked them up and down, dragging her nails closer and closer to her bare pussy that glistened, inviting her to taste. Amari stepped back to look at Raya. She was amazing with flawless skin, breasts that fitted into Amari's hands and topped off with her red hair that looked like it was fire when the sun caught it.
* "Lie down, Raya."
* "No, I want you naked too," Raya replied.
* Amari hesitated for a moment, her hands shaking, because not everyone appreciated her fuller figure.
* "Go on, let me see you."
* Amari took a deep breath and pulled her dress off. Raya's mouth opened and her eyes deepened in color. Amari could feel heat emanating from Raya's body; it was one of those gifts her mother said she possessed, reading people's feelings. Sometimes that was through the colors that surrounded them or the energy in the air, this time it was through the warmth of Raya's body that drifted to her and pulled her in.
* "You are perfect, Amari." Raya stepped towards her and stroked her shoulder. More warmth filled Amari as she felt Raya's hands stroke her breasts, down her waist to her needy pussy.

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Sinfully Sexy Saturday! Check out the Intergalactic Heat stories by @jsubject from @decadentpub #kindle #free #erotic #scifi

It's Saturday! Yay! Here's a sinfully good treat by author, Jessica E Subject, to add to a great day. Welcome, Jessica!

INTERGALACTIC HEAT a collection of 1Night Stand stories by Jessica E. Subject A date on a space station? Alien lovers? Madame Evangeline, owner of the exclusive 1Night Stand dating service is known to be magical in fulfilling the ideal dates of her clients, but she’s outdone herself this time, bring together beings from Earth and beyond. As long as applicants are willing to let go of their pasts and open their hearts and minds, she will find their perfect match, whether they be a former sci-fi television star, a nurse, an employee of the Space Service, a former Marine, or even an extraterrestrial. Because everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after…
169 pages
Contains: Beneath the Starry Sky, Celestial Seduction, Unknown Futures, Satin Sheets in Space, and Sudden Breakaway
Genres: Science Fiction Romance, Contemporary Romance, Lesbian Romance, Menage Romance, Military Romance, Interracial Romance, Erotic Romance Available FREE in for your Kindle! July 31, 2014 to August 4, 2014 Amazon - US | Amazon - UK | Amazon - Canada | Amazon - Australia | Amazon - Germany | Amazon - Brazil | Amazon - France | Amazon - India | Amazon - Italy | Amazon - Japan | Amazon - Mexico | Amazon - Spain Also available in PRINT from: Amazon - US | Amazon - UK | Amazon - Canada | Barnes & Noble | Book Depository | more
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Reviews Beneath the Starry Sky: “Instant attraction leads to heart pounding passion.” - Coffee Beans & Love Scenes Celestial Seduction: “If you’ve never thought of the stars as steamy, this [story] with have you rethinking the entire sci-fi genre.” - The Indie Elite
Unknown Futures: “Unknown Futures…was tasteful, yet highly erotic and it handled the relationship between two women wonderfully.” - Tracy Riva Books & Reviews
Satin Sheets in Space: “Jessica Subject is the queen of science fiction romance. Her stories pull you into other worlds where anything is possible. Satin Sheets in Space is no exception.” - Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
Sudden Breakaway: “When Jared and Paige come together…it is hot enough I am surprised they didn’t melt the ice in the hockey rink.” - Cocktails and Books Author Bio

* Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous. If you’re looking for something really steamy, check out her stories written as Paisley Brown. * When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
* Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject. Website/Blog | Newsletter | Twitter | Facebook | Pinterest | Goodreads | Amazon | Authorgraph Excerpts from Beneath the Starry Sky – M/F Contemporary Erotic Romance * She’d held onto so much hope for this date, and nothing had gone right. She still didn’t know who this guy was. Yet, he’d already rejected her with his expression. This is the last date I’m going on, unless I’m lucky enough for my hair to grow back. * His gaze never left her, making her even more humiliated. “You’re….”
* “What? Ugly? Bald?”
* He shook his head. “No, I was going to say my date. I’ve been so busy lately and Madame Evangeline had to send me a reminder.”
* She paused at the Frenchwoman’s name. Could this hunk of a man really be her date? Didn’t matter. He wouldn’t want her now. “Well, surprise! I’m damaged goods, so you might as well leave and ask her for a refund.”
* As she slumped to the floor, more tears streamed down her face. Why is life so unfair? She’d worked hard all of her life, never taking shortcuts or the easy way out. Not an outcast or popular, she’d been friends with everyone in school and college. And healthy. She’d taken extra care to eat properly in order to avoid being diagnosed with diabetes, like her parents.
* Since that fateful day when she’d discovered her two, oval-shaped bald patches, she’d been dumped by her fiancé and lost all of her hair, along with any chance to find love and have a family vanishing. Kids were out of the question. Sure, their chances of inheriting alopecia were unlikely, but on the chance they did, they’d hate her for passing her faulty genetics on to them. She couldn’t live with that. She’d be alone. Forever. from Celestial Seduction – M/F Science Fiction Erotic Romance * “Remember how I said I needed an open-minded partner?” * She nodded, her eyes catching a quick glance from his before returning to her stomach.
* Just a couple more minutes and he’d be finished. He prepared to hold her down should she freak out when he told her he came from space. “I’m not exactly like you and most of the people on Earth. I’m….different.”
* “Like a demon or a guardian angel?”
* He laughed. It sounded forced, but he needed to stay focused on healing Carrie rather than mating with her. “No, you’re thinking paranormal. Try science fiction.”
* She began to squirm under him, but he didn’t need to restrain her. “A….clone? Artificial intelligence?”
* He finished healing her and lay down beside her. His thumb ran across her lips, wanting to taste them again, but knowing he probably wouldn’t. “Try alien.” from Unknown Futures – F/F Science Fiction Erotic Romance * Jewel stopped and looked up at her. “You…you’re interested?” * “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re the most beautiful creature in the space station.”
* Somehow, she had to make her see. She brushed her thumb across her lips, wanting to touch more, her entire luscious body. Taking a deep breath, V steadied herself. If this were to go any further, Jewel needed to show her own intentions. As warm moisture pooled between her thighs, V schooled herself to patience.
* “Are you sure you’re not my date?”
* Shit! That damn date, the only wedge between them. “No, but I wish I was.”
* “I wish you were, too.” Jewel stood on the tips of her toes and claimed her mouth.
* V pulled her closer until the bit of space between them had been filled. Excited by the warm, curvaceous body pressed against her taut nipples, she fed from the sweetness of Jewel’s mouth, drawing out each delicious sweep. But she wanted more. She wanted all of her. from Satin Sheets in Space – M/F/M Science Fiction Erotic Romance * She had her eyes closed, her lips pressed against his, when the sensation started. First, a tingling in her hands and feet, as he swept his digits deep inside her. The buzz spread up her arms and legs until it engulfed her entire body. She no longer sensed the ground below her. * The man continued to drive his fingers into her core with vigor, ridding her of the urge to pull away and find out what was happening to her. She landed with a thud, feeling returning to her limbs. Nothing stopped the man who held her, though. He continued to ravage her mouth, her jaw, her neck, keeping her pressed against the wall.
* But something felt different. Gone was the hard brick pressing through her corset and against her skin. She reached behind to brush her hand along the surface. Soft. Almost like cushioned satin.
* With a whimper, she pushed the strange man away. Where was she? What had she been thinking? This is the stupidest, most insane thing I’ve ever done.
* The Prince Charming she’d had the fortune of being set up with peered down at her, his gaze intense and filled with lust. “My name is Galan, and we’re in my spaceship.”
* At least she now knew his name, but wait…. Spaceship? She stared at the man, disillusioned. She could think of no other explanation for how they had traveled to a new location with the press of a button. Oh God, she’d been abducted by an alien. How would she get out of this situation? The first time she’d done something spur-of-the-moment, and she’d ended up being finger-fucked by an extraterrestrial.
* Or was this some kind of elaborate stunt Josh had pulled off? But why? He was on his honeymoon, unable to enjoy his handiwork. Her body grew numb; a loud ringing pierced her eardrums. She could no longer think with the clouds invading her mind. Then she blacked out. from Sudden Breakaway – M/F Interracial Military Science Fiction Erotic Romance * No, his next lay could no longer be at the forefront of his mind. In less than an hour, he would become the father-figure to two impressionable young children. His sexual urges would have to take leave for the foreseeable future. * He’d been in his last month of deployment to Afghanistan when the call came in. And it took another day for his commander to reach him with the news. His brother-in-law had been killed in a car accident, leaving his niece and nephew orphans. And as much as he loved the Marine Corps—Semper Fi—he couldn’t let the kids be raised by strangers. They had no other family left.
* So, after he returned to the States, he contacted his lawyer and spent a couple of weeks obtaining guardianship of the children. He’d received his discharge papers, found a civilian position working as a desk jockey for the CIA through his contacts with the Marines, and bought a house suitable to raise two growing youngsters. After months of preparation, they were coming to live with him.
* He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes until they arrived.
* Shit! He’d wasted precious time thinking about Ms. Brown and his new life.
* Grabbing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, he yanked them on. Screw the boxers; his niece and nephew wouldn’t notice. He peeked into their rooms to ensure they looked somewhat presentable. Would Children’s Services take them back to California if his new living space didn’t meet their standards?
* He groaned. They weren’t even at his house yet, and he’d been distracted. No more. Nothing would come before them. The children would be his priority. Everything he did would be for them, for the rest of his life.

Thank you for joining us here today, Jessica. It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story. Have a sinfully good week everyone!

Group Interview with 3 Thieves & a Dom ~ @ElyzabethVaLey @evernightpub #menage #bdsm

Today we have author Elyzabeth M. VaLey visiting. I’m giving the stage over to her for a group interview. Welcome all!

Greetings, everyone! Today I have the pleasure of being here with the four main characters of my novel, The Three Thieves and The Dom, book 3 of The Witches’ Mischief Series.

Please, allow me to introduce you to, Conall Dougal, Penelope Blackemoor, Isidora Quinn and Grace Tesh.

The group smiles and nods. Conall sits in the center of the couch, Penelope to his right and Isidora to his left. On the floor, at his feet sits Grace. Both women on the couch have an arm looped around Conall. Grace, dressed in a cream colored gown, sits close to Conall’s leg. He touches her head for an instant and I can’t help but notice the way her face lights up.
His piercing grey eyes find mine and though he doesn’t speak a word I can tell he wants me to start the interview and stop staring at them.

Elyzabeth: Thank you for taking a moment to be here with us. Can you please tell the readers what is the best memory you have of the adventure you’ve just lived through?

Grace and Isidora immediately start giggling. Penelope on the other hand furrows her brow in concentration. A wolfish grin spreads across Conall’s face.

Elyzabeth: Are you all thinking about sex?

Conall joins the girl’s laughter as they nod, enthusiastically.

I: How can we not? His tactic to discover the truth from us was by seducing us.
G: Not a hard feat at all, to be honest. We were already in love with him and *she tilts her head toward Conall and feigns covering her mouth* Have you looked at him?
C: Grace.

There is clearly a playful warning in his tone as the blonde blushes and scoots closer to his leg.

P: I was not thinking about the sex.
Even though her voice is incredibly soft, we immediately turn our attention to her. She sits with her back straight and her hands neatly folded on her lap.

Elyzabeth: What were you thinking about Penelope?
P: I was thinking back to when Conall found me. He had entered my bedroom uninvited and I had demanded he leave immediately. Of course, he didn’t. *She smiles softly and cocks her head to the side, surreptitiously glancing at Conall from beneath her lashes* He told me he wasn’t going to go anywhere. He didn’t shout or speak forcefully. I remember looking at him and seeing the vulnerability. He was baring himself to him in a way that until that moment he’d never done before.

I can’t help grinning as Conall reaches out to cradle her cheek. She closes her eyes and he presses his mouth to hers. The kiss is brief but the smile on both their faces is one of serenity and sheer happiness.

Elyzabeth: What can you tell us about the witches?
C: I would not have recovered my heart had they not stumbled upon my path. I am eternally grateful for their help.
Conall pets Grace, then takes Isidora and Penelope’s hands and squeezes.
P: We are all grateful to them. Their first approach was a bit unorthodox. *She smiles* But, it rattled us.

Elyzabeth: I’d ask you about how you came up with your brilliant plan, Penelope, but I think the readers might prefer to actually read about it. So, instead, and since you brought it up earlier, I’ll ask: favorite sex moment?
I: When Conall took me over his knee and spanked me.
She laughs a little breathlessly, her black curls bouncing slightly as she shifts in her seat.
G: When he caught up with me at the warehouse. We didn’t get far but his presence, his touch, I’d missed it so badly and then there he was, doing things to me.
P: I love taking him in my mouth. He thinks he’s in control but -- *she bursts out laughing at Conall’s shocked expression*

Elyzabeth: How about you Conall?
C: All of them.
The girls start to protest but he quickly quiets them by lifting his hand.
All of them. I can’t pick only one. Every moment with them is a gift, every second spent by their side, touching them, kissing them, making love to them, simply sitting at their side, is a favorite in my book.
There’s a flurry of skirts and hair as the girls move to take turns kissing Conall. When they finally quiet back down, he’s grinning mischievously.
Then again, I do love spanking them, cropping them, giving them a little ginger root…

Elyzabeth: Okay, that’s enough. Thank you all for coming and thank you readers for reading. I hope you enjoy the love story of these four sex-crazed fiends. Until next time!

~ Blurb ~ * Conall Dougal, infamous rake, wakes up one morning to find his most precious possessions have been stolen by the women he loves. Devastated, he goes in their search determined to find them and extract the truth from them in any way possible.
* Penelope, Isidora, and Grace are on the run. They’ve committed a crime and left behind the man they love. Presumably safe, they are stunned when he turns up ready to claim them back and discover the truth. But, what is the truth? And will Conall’s special kind of coaxing make them speak?
Be Warned: menage sex (MFFF), f/f sex, BDSM, sex toys, spanking, forced seduction
~ Available at ~ Amazon - US || Amazon – UK || Evernight Publishing || All Romance Ebooks || Bookstrand || Add it to your Goodreads shelf ~ Excerpt ~ * “Do you remember our first time together, little angel?”
* “Yes, Master Conall.”
* “Were you frightened then?”
* She shook her head. “No sir, I was excited.”
* Conall leaned into her, brushing his lips against her neck and causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. “I was too.” He breathed in deeply, as if committing her fragrance to memory. His tongue swirled around the outer shell of her ear and she arched her body into his.
* “So responsive, always so responsive. I want to fuck you, Gracie. Hard and fast because I want to punish your pussy for leaving me bereft.”
* Grace moaned. The loud sound echoed in her ears. Panicked, she pushed him, desperate to escape from the clutches he had on her heart and soul. With ease, Conall captured her hands in his, binding her with his strength. Grace panted. Liquid coated her pussy as her gaze found his.
* “You want it too,” he said. “Are you wet?”
* Grace swallowed. She couldn’t lie to him, but she could choose not to answer.
* Conall smirked. “I know you are, angel.” Slowly, he lowered her hands and pressed them against his groin. Instinctively, she curled her fingers around his hard length. Conall groaned. “You want this as bad as I do.”
* “No. I can’t.” Grace forced her hands away from his erection. A growl-like sound burst through his lips, catching her off guard. Grace yelped as he pulled her hair, sharply drawing her head back.
* “Cannot or will not?” His passion-filled gaze flitted over her face for an instant. “Never mind,” he snarled. His lips slammed against hers in a punishing kiss that took the air from her lungs. He kept his hand on her hair so that she couldn’t move, controlling their kiss. She could only comply to his sensual touch, and that was all she wanted to do. His kiss deepened, his tongue seeking out hers in hard, angry swipes full of longing and unspent desire. Grace moaned loudly, as with his other hand he found her breast and roughly massaged it through her clothes. Abruptly, he pulled back.
* “Angel, little angel of my heart. Will you not tell me why you left?”
* “No.”
* Conall’s face transformed. His grin turned feral as his eyes narrowed, a fiendish spark in their depths.
* “Then I will draw it out of you. I will kiss, lick, and make you scream out the truth.”
* He punctuated each word by running his fingers across her chest and causing shiver after shiver to rack her form. Wetness slid between her thighs and her breasts ached for his touch. She had to get away from him. Unlike Isidora or Penelope, Grace knew that she was the weakest of them. She was like a house made of straw, one that could be thrown down by the wind in a jiffy. She could not allow it. She had promised Penelope to keep her secret, and she would.
* Conall’s hand dipped lower, finding her nipple and pinching the hardened nub.
* “Would you look at that? It’s already eager for my touch.”
* Somehow, he managed to pull out her breast. Grace watched paralyzed as he leaned into her. His lips formed an O around the wrinkled flesh. His tongue swiped over it and her body arched automatically, her hands clutching onto his shoulder for support. His mouth closed hard over her nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she screamed. Conall’s hands grasped her bottom, drawing her into him as he fervently sucked on her breast.
* “Do you feel it? My hard cock pressed against you? Waiting for your hot pussy to wrap around it like the glove you wear over your hand. My little angel, you always enjoyed serving me. Whatever I asked, you did without question and always with utter pleasure. Will you do so now?” He pulled out her other breast, twisting the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
* “Master Conall, please.”
* “Tell me, Grace.” He pinched harder. Tears gathered at the back of her eyes as pain collided with pleasure and the desire to tell him all.
* “I cannot.”
* “Yes, you can.”
* She was unable to stop him as he hitched her skirts to her waist and found her wet folds.
* “Oh God, Grace.” His voice broke, and for the first time ever she realized how affected he was by the situation. “I want to fuck you, Grace. I want to stick my hard rod up your warm, wet pussy. I want to taste you, love. I want to hear you scream my name as you fall from heaven.” He pushed two fingers deep into her. Grace’s legs trembled.
* “Tell me,” he urged, pumping them in and out of her.
* “I cannot, I don’t—”
* “Yes?” A third finger wound its way inside of her and she threw her head back, giving in to the rising pleasure.
* They froze at the sound of a loud knock at the door.


~ Author Bio ~

* Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
* Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
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