Molly Ann Wishlade & 'A Rancher for Rosie' @misswishlade @LoveBitesSilk #Western #romance

Author: Molly Ann Wishlade Title: A Rancher for Rosie Series: The Duggans of Montana Number in series: #2 Publisher: Totally Bound

Today we have Rosie visiting from the story A Rancher for Rosie. Welcome!
Could you tell me a bit about your story?
* My story takes up where Catherine and Kenan’s left off at the end of Harlot at the Homestead. While the men were out on the cattle trail, I remained at the homestead with the heavily pregnant Catherine. Having never had a child of my own, or helped a woman in labor before, I was terrified and in need of assistance.
What is your idea of a perfect day?
* Being with my family and Joshua at the homestead. I’m happiest taking care of the people I love and I can’t bear to be away from them at all, which is why some of the decisions I make in the story are so hard for me to deal with.
What makes you sad?
* Pain, loss, seeing others suffering.
What was it about Joshua Hampton that made you fall in love with him?
* I can’t deny that Joshua is incredibly handsome, but my feelings for him run far deeper than that. He is a warm and compassionate human being. Even though he is younger than me by some years, we see things in the same way and want the same things. He’s passionate, loyal and devoted to me and my family. What more could a woman ask for?
What’s next for you?
* Well, I can’t give too much away and tell you if I do get my happy ever after, but you’ll certainly see more of me in Her Montana Cowboy, which is the third story about my family. So you’ll get to find out how my life progresses and whether things go as you hope they will at the end of A Rancher for Rosie.
A look into...

* Finally, as darkness fell, Rosie heard the thundering of horses’ hooves. That had to be the men.
* She opened the front door and peered into the night. Sure enough, three horses approached the perimeter fence. Two of the men jumped down from their mounts and hurried toward the house while the third one, Rosie suspected it was Emmett, took the mares over to the barn.
* Kenan reached her first.
* “Is she…is it…I’ve been so…” He leaned over his knees and gasped for breath.
* “Just get inside, you fool. Catherine is well. She’s waiting for you.”
* He obeyed and Rosie turned back to the porch.
* There he was. Dusty. Tired. Road weary. But as handsome as she remembered.
* “Joshua,” she whispered his name then sighed as he took her into his arms. She relaxed against him, allowing his strength and vitality to form their reassuring circle around her.
* “Oh Rosie, I’ve missed you so much. Has the baby arrived? Is Catherine well? Each time I’m away, it gets harder I swear.”
* You have no idea…
* “Yes, Catherine is very well. She and Kenan have a daughter. And how are you?” She pulled out of his embrace and looked at him. Even in the semi-darkness, with his face illuminated only by the light from within the house, his eyes seemed intense as the sky on a clear summer’s day. They burned into her, reaching down inside her and igniting her passion for him. But this would not do. She had to end this. She had to divorce herself from her feelings for him so that she could bid him farewell.
* She did. It was true.
* But an idea began to form. She would tell Joshua that they had no future, that he should leave and never return. But she could allow herself something before she severed their ties. Why not? If she was to experience a lifetime of suffering, an eternity of heartbreak in a cold, lonely bed, then she could give herself something first…some sweet memories to treasure for the rest of her days.

* Molly Ann Wishlade has always been an avid reader and writer of stories. She regularly indulges her love of romance and passion by getting lost in the delicious worlds created by romantic novelists. When not reading, she's busy with her current WIP, usually her next highly erotic tale about sexy and saucy cowboys and their lady loves - and sometimes their gorgeous male lovers too.
* She wants to take readers on the rollercoaster that is life through the creation of vivid characters, relationships and worlds.
* She loves to hear from readers. Find Molly Ann Wishlade here... Blog/Website | Facebook | Goodreads | Totally Bound Page | Twitter

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A Look At @KateDeveaux & 'A Vixen in Venice' @GoddessFish #erotic #romance

Today we have author Kate Deveaux visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?

* Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She currently resides with her husband in the U.S. When Kate is not busy writing, she can be found on the tennis court –yes, there’s even ‘love’ in that game too.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* My erotic romance story: A Vixen in Venice. A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * He’s an art thief on the run…with her heart
* Look closer, into Hotel Totally Five Star Venice, where art curator Monique Le Bres has just walked through the doors of the newly opened swanky luxury hotel to assist with their art collection.
* Alessandro Bonnard, the world-renowned art connoisseur and collector has been sent incognito to supervise Monique and oversee her acquisitions for the hotel.
* Concealing his true identity, Alessandro is intrigued by the art-loving vixen with an appetite for kinky sex. He pursues Monique, charming her at every turn — taking her to places she’s never been — both in and out of bedroom.
* Monique falls hard for the man who has utterly captured her body and soul. Only to find out he isn’t who she thought he was after all…he’s an art thief on the run…with her heart. ~ Excerpt ~ * Smiling, the hotel clerk handed her the large gold room key.
* “Signorina Le Bres, benvenuti a Venezia.” She welcomed Monique warmly. “Signor Amatus will be here un momento to escort you to your suite.” The mix of English and Italian words was enchanting to Monique, so far from the small dirt filled town back in Kansas that she’d dragged herself out so many years ago where the only foreign language spoken was pig Latin if you were lucky and grow up on the right side of the tracks. Monique hadn’t even been that lucky, the rusted out trailer she’d shared with her mother couldn’t have been further from the right side of anything.
* “Grazie.” Monique took the gold key, noting how large and heavy it was in the palm of her hand. Almost ominous of what lay ahead. No slick electronic keys at this hotel. No, this was one hundred percent Italian luxury. The key began to heat in her grasp as she glanced around for the man who was supposed to greet her.
* The elevator door dinged, catching her attention.
* Monique’s mouth dropped open. A good looking twenty-something man dressed in employee issued suit exited. His robust laughter had caught her attention with his momentarily flirtation with a sexy young woman dressed in the hotel uniform that made Monique smirk as the man patted her ass when he passed. A first rate flirter for sure, she made a mental note to steer clear.
* Monique’s smirk turned into a frown as the man kept walking straight towards Monique.
* “There he is, Signor Amatus,” the clerk behind the counter called to Monique while she stood somewhat transfixed as the flirter approached. He really was young. Could he really be her supervisor? Not at all what she’d been expecting. Maybe mid twenties if she was generous. Barely legal age back in the states and good ten to fifteen years younger than her she was quite sure.
* “Ah, Signorina Le Bres...”
* “Yes, I am Monique Le Bres.” She extended her hand. He wasted no time sliding it into his and reaching it to his mouth. Pausing before kissing the back of her palm, his gaze stayed fixed on hers.
* “Incantanto,” his words almost a whisper.
* These Italian men were skilled at the art of flirtation; there was no denying that. But the sooner she made it clear to him that she was all work and no play the better it would be for both of them.
* “I am Donovan Amatus, please allow me welcome to you to Hotel Totally Five Star Venezia. I am sure you will be molto comfortable here.”
* The wicked glint in his eyes made her blush and fume at the same time. “I’m the new art curator,” Monique scrambled to say something, trying not blurt out what she was really thinking. That it was actually both flattering and maddening all at the same time to be flirted with by this young stud with the wandering eyes only moments after her arrival at the hotel.
* “I know, si. Art Curator,” he said, releasing her hand but not before running it lightly over his lips. “I will be your liaison while you are here, answer any questions you have. Work with you side by side. Fianco a fianco,” he repeated the words in Italian, his tone so intimate that she was lost for a moment as she studied his nametag.
* Donovan Amatus, Del controllo qualità.
* Quality Control Manager. A vague memory of her letter of employment and that name stuck in her head but she was damned if she could reconcile the young man in front of her with her supervisor. Surely there had been some mix up. This young man couldn’t possibly be supervising her and the forty million euro budget the CEO had entrusted her with.
* “The key Signorina?” he prompted.
* Speechless she just stood there.
* “La chiave, the key, per favore?” He repeated and then reached to take the key from her grip. “Follow me Signorina Le Bres.”
* “Oh, please call me Monique.”
* “You Americans are so friendly,” he said with a smile as he led her toward the elevator, placing his hand firmly around her waist.
* Summoning her most professional demeanor she slipped from his hold and stepped into the elevator.
* “I am sure you will be very happy working here at the hotel Totally Five Star Venezia.” He said as he punched the fifth floor button.
* Monique tried to focus on what she was there for, her dream job and not the leering eyes of her so-called supervisor. “Yes, I’m sure I will. Mr. Conroy’s letter of employment said I could start to work tomorrow.”
* “Assolutamente,” he confirmed. “Tomorrow. But first I show you your room, bene?” Buy A Vixen in Venice here... Totally Bound Publishing Find Kate Deveaux here... Website ## Twitter ## Facebook ## Pinterest ## Goodreads ## Google+ ## Join Kate’s Kitten’s, the official STREET TEAM of Kate Deveaux Thank you for joining us here today, Kate Deveaux! It was a pleasure getting to know you and your story.

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A Look At Raven McAllan's Top Ten for 'Hong Kong Heat' @RavenMcAllan @LoveBitesSilk #erotic #contemporary #HongKong

Hong Kong Heat by +Raven McAllan Genres: Erotic Romance, Contemporary Add to Goodreads

A look into the story

Ten Facts about Hong Kong Heat you might not know about.
1. I got the idea when I was in Hong Kong on holiday.
2. My friend Debra chose the hero and heroine's names.
3. I was on Facebook when a Fb friend, Maggie asked what I was doing up at that time. (It was night in the UK and early morning in Hong Kong where I was.) I said trying to find the best way from Central to Stanley, and she came back with take the MTR to Chai Wan, and told me what exit to use and what bus number to get. She'd lived in the city. What a coincidence.
4. I started writing the book in Amsterdam.
5. My Hubby and I have walked Lamma Island—without the detour!
6. The hotel is a mixture of several hotels I've stopped in.
7. I've also based the Singapore hotel on one I've stayed in.
8. I was determined Debra should have a hot bod toy boy—and enjoy herself.
9. The Star Ferry does have a ferry with a moustache painted on it for Movember
10. I've also spent many a happy day wandering around Stanley. The boob paragraph is taken form real life.

* Debra Scotburn never thought of herself as a cougar, until she fell in lust at first sight with a much younger man.
* Daniel Van Meister, a trouble-shooter for the Simply Five Star Hotel chain doesn't do commitment, until the older, curvy, vivacious brunette robs him off his ability to control a certain body part.
* Unable to keep their hands off each other, they embark on a passion-filled holiday fling.
* Surely that is all it can ever be? Daniel's work takes him all around the world at a moment's notice, and Debra is on the last leg of her middle-aged-crisis induced gap year.
* When misunderstandings tear them apart, can they both admit their love and find the trust needed to make this more than just a fling?

* In one swift movement the lady pushed off the side, kissed him hard on the lips and turned to swim away. He was too fast for her. Braam held her by the shoulders, tread water and kissed her back.
* She groaned deep into his mouth and let her tongue swirl with his. Her body floated next to his and her breasts teased his chest. The thin lace that covered her was no barrier to hide how her nipples stood out. Braam slid one leg between hers and moved one hand to hold her ass and push her tight against him.
* She wriggled and ground her pussy on his cock. Yet again, the few scraps of lace she wore were negligible. Even so it took immense control not to rip them away and have nothing between them. Instead he held her close, let her rub herself on him and savoured the moment. Braam swam them backwards a few feet until he could rest on a ledge a foot or so underwater and sit his lady on his knees with her legs either side and her pussy open to his cock. It was teasing, tantalising and downright enjoyable. Judging by the shivers and mewls she made as he nibbled her ear and scattered kisses over her face and mouth, she agreed. Her hands played with his nipples.
* Until his cock gave notice that a few more seconds’ play and they’d need to clean the pool out. He was so close to coming it hurt.
* Braam pulled back and she moaned in protest.
* “Honey, I’m so close to coming it’s painful. We need to get out and find somewhere more suitable.” He towed her to the roman steps at one end of the pool and glanced around the area. Not even a sunbed had been left out.
* His lady looked dazed and her eyes were misty.
* “Eh?”
* “We can’t come in the pool. Well, I can’t. We need to… Holy hell and fuck.”
* She sat up, half out of the water, and rubbed her face. “That sounds rude and hold on, we need to fuck? Who says?”
* “Well, you didn’t say we didn’t a few minutes ago,” Braam said. “But we need condoms. I don’t suppose you have one with you?”
* “Con… Argh, shit and fuck. No, strangely I don’t. They’re not something I feel I need when I go for a walk at midnight.” She sounded horrified. “Even if it does include an illicit swim. You?”
* He shook his head. “Sadly no. I mean where would I carry it?
* She got out of the pool and looked around her. “Apart from that, I don’t make a habit of screwing with strangers, even with a condom. Where’s a towel? Blame it on the moon, oh, I don’t know, temporary insanity or jet lag or something. Pure fucking stupidity. Look, if you try anything, I’ve got a black belt in karate. So, towels?”
* “Locked away. Along with sunbeds, robes and all things needed to fuck.” He paused. “Or dry off.”
* She shut her eyes and sighed. “Figures. Oh, Lord, what have I done?”
* “Nothing yet, and in the future? Up to you, but let me say, I seem to have been inflicted by the same bout of insanity if that’s any consolation.”
* “It isn’t. I guess I’ll have to do the walk of shame in a dress sticking to my wet body.”
* “Or we could make love and dry off that way?” Braam suggested. He could have bitten his tongue out. Do I have a death wish? When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?
* “Or not. Sorry. But I don’t even know your name. Isn’t it at least polite to be introduced or something?”
* She shivered and Braam stood up and left the pool to grab his shirt.
* “Here, use this to dry off.” He handed her the shirt and walked to the other side of the pool where his jacket and trousers were. “My name is Abraham,” he said as he used his jacket to soak up the bulk of the moisture on him. It looked like even the dry cleaners wouldn’t save it. “Braam to my friends.”
* There was silence from the other side of the pool.
* “And you?”
* His answer was to hear the faint noise of the lift descending.

* I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
* Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
* Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
* I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
* Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
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A Look At Molly Ann Wishlade & 'Harlot at the Homestead' ~ @MissWishlade @LoveBitesSilk #western #romance

Today we have author Molly Ann Wishlade visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
* Molly Ann Wishlade has always been an avid reader and writer of stories. Her lifetime of reading has taken her from the magical worlds of The Faraway Tree and The Borrowers, to the Greek myths and legends, to Sweet Valley High and Judy Blume's Forever, to Asimov's science fiction, Jane Eyre's torment and Stephen King's masterpieces. More recently she has wandered through the vivid historicals of Philippa Gregory; the bubbly, gritty delights of Adele Parks and the fast paced thrillers of James Patterson. She loves getting lost in a novel and often regrets finishing one as the characters are usually missed like old friends. She regularly indulges her insatiable hunger for romance and passion in the delicious worlds created by romantic novelists and is working on several of her own!
* What precious spare time she has is spent with her family (one gorgeous husband and two bright and beautiful children), taking long walks around the beautiful Welsh countryside (although she's still waiting for the rescue greyhound she wants to accompany her), cooking her own secret recipe curries, drinking Earl Grey (in copious amounts) and discovering delicious wines. Oh, and she also loves to ski and can't wait to go again! And buying shoes!
* She wants to take readers on the rollercoaster that is life through the creation of her own characters, relationships and worlds.
* She appreciates feedback, recipes and wine recommendations.

What are you going to tell us about today?
* My story Harlot at the Homestead.

A look into the story

~ Info/Blurb ~ * Genre: Historical Western; Series: The Duggans of Montana, Book #1; Word Count: Short Novel – 33,707 words
* The Duggans of Montana work hard and play harder.
* Kenan Duggan looks out for his twin sister Rosie, and Matthew and Emmett, their two younger brothers. The Wild West is a tough place to live and each one strives to carve out their life on the land whilst battling the prejudices, contradictions and restrictions of an ever changing society.
* They say that blood is thicker than water…but can these siblings find love and still hold on to family ties?
* Sometimes retribution finds its own way but sometimes it needs a helping hand.
* When Catherine Montgomery shows up at Kenan Duggan’s homestead, she expects him to be surprised. She’s been gone two years and she’s devastated to hear that her former fiancé was forced to give her up for dead.
* Catherine never stopped thinking about Kenan and hoped that they’d be reunited one day. She has suffered at the hands of another but nothing tortured her as much as being apart from the man she loves. She doubts, however, that Kenan will be able to forgive her when she reveals her secrets.
* As Kenan battles his desire for revenge, their mutual desire reawakens like a creek bed in the rain, and soon they are swept up in rediscovering their all-consuming passion.
* Retribution often finds its own way in the Wild West and the men to blame for Catherine’s disappearance may well find themselves paying for their crimes in unexpected ways.
* That’s if Kenan doesn’t get to them first! ~ Excerpt ~ * “What is it?” he asked breathlessly.
* “Perhaps we’d better cool off?”
* He looked down at the large bulge at his groin. “Maybe.”
* He shrugged out of his union suit sleeves then slid it down over his legs. Catherine swallowed hard as she stared at his body. The hard cock stood to attention, pointing outwards from the dark curls of his pubic hair and pulling her eyes towards the balls beneath. He was a perfect male and she yearned to become one with him, to take him deep inside her and ride him until they both reached the point of no return.
* “Now you!” His voice was husky but his tone was firm.
* She undid the button at the front of her chemise then lifted it over her head. It was sheer as gossamer and featherlight. When she met his eyes again, the intensity of his gaze startled her. He looked so fierce, like he was about to explode with need and desire. He took her hand and led her towards the water’s edge. The cool river lapped at her toes and her nipples hardened, making her full breasts tingle.
* “It’s freezing!”
* “You’ll get used to it!” He eyed her naked form. He waded into the water until it reached his thighs then turned to face her. Catherine watched as goosebumps rose on his arms and the neat sack of skin that held the essence of his masculinity pulled itself up towards his body. But his erection still stood firm and ready, the tip shimmering with a diamond like bead of moisture.
* In a flurry of excitement, she pulled the pins from her hair and let its vermillion waves cascade down her back. The breeze lifted it and swirled it around her face, teasing her by limiting her view of Kenan. She flicked her head to push it aside and fixed her eyes upon the man she loved. Unable to resist any longer, she ran to him, splashing the icy water over them both as she did so. The river’s chilly grip travelled quickly up her legs and the tiny hairs on her neck and her arms stood on end.
* Kenan grabbed her and pulled her with him into the flow and Catherine gasped as the cold water enveloped her, touching her inside and out. The sensation of the chilly water delving between the hot sensitive folds of her most private place was delicious and it heightened her desire to feel her lover’s cock there too.
* “It’s freezing, Kenan!” She giggled.
* He laughed then flicked water into her face. She shook her head, her thick hair heavy with the river. He reached out and tenderly spread her hair out so that it floated around her like a gathering of eels come to inspect her nudity.
* “Come here!” Kenan embraced her.
* Their cold, wet skin and his solid length prodding into her stomach fired her yearning to have him. She wanted to possess this man once more, before he knew the full truth. The fear that he might abandon her when she confessed all darkened her mind for an instant, like a cloud passing over the sun. But she shrugged it away, refusing to allow it to spoil this precious moment. Kenan pushed her towards the bank where he laid her on her back in the shallows. He eyed every inch of her body. The stones and sand were hard and cold beneath her skin but the fire in his gaze warmed her like the hot summer sun.
* He stroked his hands over her stomach, across the curves of her hips then back towards the apex of her thighs. She moaned as he parted her legs and ran the fingers of his right hand between her swollen lips then over her aching bud. He rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger with a touch so experienced and knowledgeable that Catherine felt all sense and reason slipping away. Lost in passion, she lifted her hips towards him, eager for him to fill her up as she knew only he could.
* Whilst he massaged her, he used his free hand to drip chilly droplets of water over her burning cunny. She flung out her arms and grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails wantonly into his flesh and pulling him down onto her, unable to wait another second. His body moulded to hers as if it were the other half of her and she flung her head back as he drove his erection into her soft flesh.
* As excitement consumed him, he rocked into her, harder and faster and she spread her legs farther to take him deeper. The water splashed around them as they moved in perfect union and the current flowed over them, caressing their skin and creeping into forbidden places as if to join in their lovemaking. Catherine bit into Kenan’s shoulder when the tensing and twitching of her pussy signalled the onset of her climax and her sensitive bud throbbed then burst into countless little explosions like lightning bolts piercing the night sky.
* The aftershocks flooded throughout her entire body and her hot juices flowed from her loins. Her excitement spurred Kenan on and he thrust harder and faster before freezing as he reached his own shuddering release.
* He rested his weight on his elbows and looked into her eyes. “You are amazing,” he whispered as he gently pushed the wet hair from her forehead. “No one should ever hurt you. Ever.”

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