A good day to snuggle with a Werewolf?

What a blustery day it is here in NJ! I take a cab to work every day and the weather is so nasty that even the cab drivers aren’t making any money. Poor guys seem to be torn between wishing they’d stayed home and wishing the business would pick up and make it worth their while.

My day was fine, but I just couldn’t get warm. I wish I could have cuddled with my computer and a hot cup of tea instead of battling the elements. Well, it’s over now, and except for walking the dog (in this weather—ICK) I’m in for the night.

With that in mind, I’ll see if I can find a toasty excerpt or two to tide you over. I’ve been updating the Montgomery Werewolf stories for re-release and I –as Illian Obsidian— have a new short story due out with Torquere (http://www.torquerepress.com/ ) sometime soon.

For now, here’s an excerpt from the wolf book. Next month, I’ll post some of my Torquere story.

A Family Portrait
Coming soon to www.midnightshowcase.com

“Thank you for coming out with me tonight, Tracey. Can I kiss you goodnight?” he asked, stopping at the tree where the swing hung in the moonlight. Tracey leaned up and kissed his chin.


“Please, Tavist, I’d like you to kiss me goodnight,” she whispered.

His arms stole around her as he gathered her against him.

Pressed against his hard body, Tracey felt her heart beat out of control. As his mouth lowered to hers, she thought she’d die of anticipation.

His lips brushed hers gently and then a little more firmly.


She sighed and he covered her mouth with his, nibbling at her lower lip. When she opened her mouth, his tongue found hers.


His kisses were burning, probing and she gave herself up to them, gripping his shoulders. She felt his hands slide down to cup her bottom, bringing her against the rigid proof of his desire for her.


When his knee came between hers, she felt the hard muscle of his thigh against her feminine mound. Someone else – someone with far fewer reservations than she had – rubbed herself against Tav’s thigh and gripped him tighter.

Kissing his way down her chin and neck, Tav murmured, “Let me touch you, Tracey. I smell your beautiful arousal. I need to touch you.”

“Tavist!” She could hear the high-pitched desperation in her voice. Is that me? “Yes, Tavist,” she breathed.

Lost in his kiss, she was vaguely aware of him unbuttoning her dress at the top and at the knee. His mouth trailed down her neck and across her chest. His tongue dipped into the cleavage between her breasts and he cupped her buttocks inside her dress.


In a bold move, he unfastened the front closure on her bra.

She felt his mouth cover the peak of one breast, his tongue teasing the turgid nipple. His lips, his tongue moved over each peak and tasted the curve of each swell.

Tracey bit her lip and moaned, arching her back as she clutched at Tav’s solid shoulders, forcing his mouth closer and harder against her bare breast.

Anchored firmly in the present, she entertained no thoughts of her ex-husband when she felt Tav’s nimble fingers brush against the curls covering her mound. Somehow he’d eased her panties down and off without her realizing it...





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There—that’ll do for now. I’ll post the cover when I get it. I hope everyone warms up and has a good weekend. If you can't find your own werewolf to snuggle with, you are more than welcome to use one of mine.

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Creating A Cosmic Scandal by Lyndi Lamont

The greatest joy and the greatest challenge of writing speculative fiction is the world building. When I started my futuristic Alliance series, I had to create two whole worlds from scratch. That included everything from technology to government to everyday things like transportation and food to, yes, sex.

My intent in writing the series was to bring together the people of two very different planets, Mhajav and Zigan and that included their sexual practices.

Planet Zigan is a traditional male-dominated society, ruled by a monarch and an aristocratic upper class. Each aristocrat (including the king) must marry a virgin and produce a male heir, If the first wife fails to produce a male child, the aristocrat or elaf may take another wife until he has his heir. Only the noblemen are allowed to have more than one wife. The bloodline must continue at all costs.

Planet Mhajav has a very open, modern society, technologically advanced with both male and female members of the governing council. Mhajavi sexuality is very open. Bisexual and homosexual relations are considered normal, and any adult may marry whomever he or she loves. They do have one odd rule, though. Under Mhajavi law, virgins of either sex are prohibited from marrying. At the age of 18, virtually all Mhajavi attend sex camps. In the distant past, all Mhajavi females were required to spend two-three months in a brothel, learning the art of sex, before they can marry. When a Mhajavi woman entered the brothel, her virginity was auctioned off. A few families still follow this practice.

This difference in sexual practices becomes a problem when a Ziganese prince falls in love with the oldest living Mhajavi virgin!

When Myrek, heir to the Ziganese throne, becomes ambassador to the planet Mhajav, he hopes to find a cure for his son’s hereditary illness. Then he meets a lovely young geneticist and passion overwhelms his sense of duty. All he can think of is making Khira his own.

Khira is a rarity, a Mhajavi virgin of 25. A child prodigy, she skipped several grades and was underage when most of her classmates went off to sex camp before attending university. Though hopelessly in love with Myrek, she knows their love is doomed. Under Ziganese law Myrek must wed a virgin, but Mhajavi law forbids virgins from marrying.

An erotic encounter in a brothel leads to a fateful decision that defies the laws of two worlds and causes a cosmic scandal.

Here’s an excerpt from Alliance: Cosmic Scandal:

He ran his hands through her thick silky hair and down her back, pulling her closer. She arched her back and pressed her breasts against his chest. Sheer physical need pounded through his veins and pooled in his groin. He wanted, no, needed to fuck her, to plunge his cock into her hot, tight cunt. Gasping, he pulled his mouth from hers. “I want you, Khira.”

She looked at him, eyes dilated and lips swollen from his kisses. “I want you, too.”

Her whispered confession was all it took. He stood, picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. After sitting her on the bed, he knelt to remove her sandals. Her feet were tiny, the toenails painted red. Everything about her was petite and dainty, making him feel large and powerful.

He drew in a deep breath. Take it easy. No need to overwhelm her. He watched her face as he ran his hands up the soft skin of her calves, pulling her long skirt above her knees. Her eyes were half-lidded, her mouth slightly open. A shudder passed through her.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.” Her whisper was soft, breathless. “I like it wherever you touch me.”

She untied her gown and pulled it open, revealing an expanse of smooth, brown skin. To his delight, she wore no undergarments. His cock grew even heavier. “Beautiful,” he whispered. Her stomach was flat, her breasts small but perky, with light brown nipples already pebbled with need.

Standing, he drew her up and swept her gown off her shoulders and onto the floor. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close for another hungry kiss. One hand on her ass, he pressed his hard cock against her stomach.
She pulled her mouth from his and started to unbutton his shirt. “We need to get these clothes off you.” She took her time about it, though, lingering to play with the fair hair on his chest and stomach. He let her explore, knowing his hairy body was different from the other men she’d known.

Other men. Shit, why had he thought of that now? He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of Khira being with any other man.

She was kissing his chest now, running her tongue around and over one of his nipples. He tried to relax and enjoy the sensations, but all he wanted to do was throw her on the bed and take her like a rutting animal. He sucked in a breath when her hand grazed his cock. She laughed as she yanked his shirt out of his pants and pushed it off him. After moving her hands to his waist, she unfastened his pants and his cock sprang free. When she touched it, he nearly came in her hands. Gods, it had been a long time.

“Get into bed now.” His voice sounded harsh, his breathing uneven.

When she gave him an uncertain look, he managed a smile as he removed her hands from his dick. “Please, Khira.”

She climbed onto the bed as he toed off his sandals and removed his pants. Lying beside her, he ran a hand over her body from thigh to stomach her breast. Cupping it in one hand, he leaned forward to take one nipple into his mouth.

She gasped and gripped his shoulders. “Oh, yes, that feels so good.”

He continued to suckle and lave her breasts while his hands roamed over her bare body, her thighs, hips, stomach. Finally he touched her wet core, and she squirmed against his hand. He touched the smooth skin of her pubis and traced her slit, noting she was already wet with desire.

“I want to taste you.” His voice was thick with need. Positioning himself between her bent legs, he pressed a series of kisses to her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her pussy, breathing in the scent of her arousal. First he dropped kisses on her outer lips, then delved deeper until he found the hard bud of her clit. He gently blew on it before kissing her outer lips again. Slowly he licked her slit from one end to another, taking his time to savor her taste and texture. When he pressed his tongue to her clit, she shuddered.

“Sweet universe!”

He smiled to himself, but kept tasting, licking, and kissing her sweet cunt as her breathing quickened. She gasped and writhed as her climax hit her, her sweet face contorted in ecstasy.

He pressed one last kiss to her pubis and moved to lie beside her. She nestled into his arms, rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. He hugged her close and chuckled. “Don’t get too comfortable. We’re not finished.”

“I should hope not.”

“I want to come inside you.”

She stilled, then lifted to her head to look at him, “I want that, too. But there’s one thing you need to know.”

“What?”

“I’m a virgin.”

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You can read more about the worlds of the Alliance series or view the book trailers at my website: http://www.lyndilamont.com/home.html or click here to buy a download of Cosmic Scandal.

Lyndi Lamont

Hard Candy by Amy Ruttan

So Halloween is over, and due to lack of trick o’ treaters I have way too much Halloween sweets. YIKES! This is not good for someone still trying to lose the baby weight.
I am a junkie for the treats. Now that I’m *cough* older I can’t really eat a lot of the treats without it going to places I don’t need it to go. I’m still losing baby weight from having another butterball this past summer. So Halloween is fun for me to make treats for my older two children and their friends and handing out the candy, candy, candy to the neighborhood children.

I swear I am not the witch in Hansel in Gretel, but I could so have a house made of candy. ;-)

So it was natural for me to participate in Ellora’s Cave Flavors of Ecstasy this year. I wrote a book about … yep you guessed it candy.

HARD CANDY in fact, and this time the candy is not for kids. ;-)

I’ve been thinking about candy a lot lately. It was one of my number one cravings last year while I was pregnant, but I totally didn’t partake … ok I did but not as often as I would’ve like.

My favorite candy … not chocolate. I know weird, but my favorite candy is Swedish berries or Lick m’ Sticks. Lick m’ Sticks are basically just colored powdered sugar with a hard sugar popsicle stick.

I was at a bulk store and saw all the different candies, all shining in the bins and I got to thinking about some of my favorite ones as a kid. Garbage Pail Kids, does anyone remember those? They came in a garbage can. Or these gummy coke bottles which tasted like Cola. Do you remember those?

So, I want to know your favorite candy, and if you don’t like candy tell me your favorite sinful food indulgence. Yeah it has to be sinful because it’s almost Halloween.

So tell me all your sinful secret food indulgences?

And here’s a sinful excerpt, to take our mind off candy. *g*

Lee wanted to touch his copper skin, run her tongue over his chiseled body and over his cock. It had been far too long since she felt the weight of a man against her, had the feel of skin-to-skin contact.

What she wouldn’t give at that moment to win the golden ticket prize and discover his body at Thrust. The very idea made her wet with need.

“If you’ll have a seat, Mr. Sinclair, I can get started on my marketing idea to launch your Innocent Pleasures Candy Company.”

Flashing her a smile, he turned and she watched the roll of his hips, the way his Armani suit molded to his taut ass. Oh god, what would it be like to grasp his butt while he thrust into her? She bit her lip again, her pinstripe suit was suddenly too constrictive.

Pallator Sinclair took a seat and leaned back, lacing his fingers behind his head. “What have you got for me, Lenore?”

Swallowing hard and trying to ignore the sex appeal across the room, she began her Power Point presentation.

“We’ve done a market survey and—”

“I’m sorry,” he said cutting her off. “I know the logistics. I’ve had the same presentation a thousand times before. What I want from you, Lenore, is how are you going to get people to buy my candy the day it launches? What promotion are you going to use?”

Shocked, she blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “A golden ticket.”

Pal cocked his eyebrows. “A golden ticket? I’m intrigued, explain.”

“A golden ticket—only five—the chance for each winner and a guest to travel to an exclusive hedonistic club in Arizona. It’s what you’re selling, Mr. Sinclair, is it not? A sexual aid candy, so let the winners go to a place that can offer up every sexual desire imaginable.”

A smile tugged at his lips. A feral, devouring smile that caused her nipples to harden and her knees to knock. “I like it, Lenore. What is this place called?”

“Thrust, it’s an exclusive club. Only the very wealthy can afford it. Most of the demographic who would be buying your candy would give their eyeteeth to go there.”

Pal got up and wandered toward her. She could smell his spicy cologne, or maybe it was him, whatever it was it sent a jolt of fire through her veins.

“Thrust, you say? I think you could be onto something, Lenore, but I like to check out investments before I commit. So before I buy five couples tickets, very expensive tickets I might add, I would like to visit Thrust and check it out. And since you’re my advertising guru, I want you to come with me.”

Amy loves hearing from readers. You can find out more about Amy and her books on her website.

There's Nothing Better than Riding a Cowboy

Oops! I meant, there’s nothing better than writing about a cowboy. Ah shucks, you know how romance writers are. We get carried away when we’re writing about those sexy fellows in cowboy boots.

Take a look at my boys from Domination Plantation and you'll understand. Read an excerpt below and if you decide you like them, take a closer look by clicking on the banner.

As always, I look forward to hearing from you.

Destiny Blaine
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An excerpt from Domination Plantation

“You could’ve said no,” Jules told him for the fifteenth time.

Brogan was sick of hearing his mouth flap. He grabbed a bale of hay and slung it more at Jules than the wagon and thanks to his tantrum, he missed both. Brogan swatted his palms together briskly, and then shook his head.

They glared at one another for a few more turns of tossing hay. Jules threw one bale and Brogan moved another.

“Tell you what. I’ll call him right now. Tell him to turn around and head straight back to Birmingham. You’re right. We don’t want two little women moving into our world and ruining our party.”

“Uh-huh,” Jules moaned.

“How about I tell him to give Fiona a kiss on each cheek for us? Maybe he’ll tell her how sorry we are that we couldn’t keep the kid because we had women to screw and pussies to tap this summer. What about it, Jules? Sounds like a good enough excuse, doesn’t it?”

“Shit, man,” Jules gritted his teeth. “What I mean is I don’t see why Serena had to bring a friend along. It doesn’t make sense. If her momma is dying, why doesn’t she stay with us for the summer and let us spoil her? Why bring a gal pal too? I don’t need two teenagers looking for trouble around here. If they start prowling around this town on a search for some, they’ll surely find plenty. With our reputations and this place here, every boy in his late teens will be looking our way. We’re askin’ for trouble’s all.”

“Heath said the gal with Serena has no where else to go. She’s been staying with them. Serena and this kid go everywhere together.” Brogan nodded toward the driveway. “Speaking of which, they’re here.”

Jules jumped off the large wagon, pulled his fingers away from his work gloves and tossed them aside. He swiped the sweat from his thick brow with a tented hand closed over his forehead. Trying to block the sun didn’t work. It only made it more difficult to see the sleek SUV moving toward them. The automobile looked like a black giant inching closer and closer. Maybe they should have taken it as a sign, a real warning.

Brogan felt an odd feeling, a true sense of dread wash over him all at one time. He shook off the sensation and decided it was the heat. As if he saw the whole thing in slow motion, he glanced over at Jules and saw his eyes widen about the time Serena and her father closed their doors simultaneously.

The back door opened and the first thing Brogan saw was a pair of long, slender legs. Golden curls bounced lightly on shapely, bare shoulders as a woman—maybe the most beautiful he’d ever seen—stepped away from the car.

“Shit,” Jules said. “That’s no kid, Brogan.”

“Maybe it’s Fiona,” he fired back. “It’s been two years since we’ve seen her.”

“Fiona never had boobs…or curves.”

“Maybe she grew five inches, lost fifty pounds along with twenty years in there too. Heaven help us if that’s Serena’s friend.”

“Uncle Jules! Uncle Brogan!” Serena waved wildly. “Hurry up. I want you to meet Jenna!”

The men stared at one another. Brogan felt his upper jaw twitch and Jules lost his color. They glared at their little niece like she wasn’t just the culprit in planned mischief but she was also the red-haired, freckled-face, favored child of the devil himself.

“Damn it to hell,” Brogan said before he reminded Jules, “I seem to recall Heath saying the friend staying with us was, in fact, named Jenna.”

“Sweet mercenary,” Jules whispered.

Both men started down the hillside and Brogan warned. “Not a word. Heath is counting on us. If he can stand to be around her, we can too. Maybe she has a quirk or two.”

“It’s not a visible one, if she even possesses a flaw. Besides, you’re forgetting Heath is a saint compared to us. Remember, Daddy always said he belonged to the milkman.”

“Preacherman is more like it,” Brogan muttered under his breath. “But I still remember a time when Heath liked the same things we do. He always liked his women young and willing to train.”

“He’s married for crying out loud!” Jules walked ahead of him. “And I don’t think he’s capable of thinking straight if he brought that to us!”

“He may have a ring on his finger, but he ain’t blind!”

Jules chuckled. “Remember that old adage. They say love is capable of all sorts of things. Heath must have full blinders on. No man in his right mind would drop that girl off here."

Maybe there was the problem. Why, sure, it explained everything. Heath just wasn’t in his right mind.

Domination Plantation is now available at ARE, Mobipocket and Amazon. You can also click the banner below and find out more about this title straight from Aspen Mountain Press.

Who doesn't like free stuff?

I know what you're thinking. You don't get anything for free. There's always a catch, right? Like when you get a notice in the mail that says you've won a free stay at some fabulous resort and when you get there you find out you have to sit through two hours of a time share pitch. Or, the car keys in the mail that say come on in and see if you've won this car! Then it lists a few prizes of what you could win if you don't win the car. Could win...you have to watch the wordage used because that's where they get ya.

I guess it all boils down to how bad you want free stuff and what you're willing to do to get it. And that goes for contests. Many of us run contests. Some around a particular holiday, some to celebrate a new release, maybe the launching of a new website or blog. There's no rules to the reasons we come up with. No matter what, you'll find there's a reason to our madness. And all it usually demands from you is a little bit of your time.

A long standing giveaway that I have on my blog is a monthly surprise giveaway. And all it takes to be entered for a chance to win is leave a comment on any post. I'm going on my third year of doing this and have given away items like gift certificates, stationary, books, book marks and post cards, lotions, candles, candy, jewelry, picture frames, mouse pads, ceramic mugs and matching coasters, and so much more! The last Saturday of every month I randomly pick one reader to win and I post the winners and surprises on my blog.

Who here wouldn't like to win a $25.00 gift certificate to Bath and Body Works right before the approaching holidays? Who here doesn't like to win a free read once in a while? I'm offering the Bath and Body Works certificate on my monthly newsletter right now. On December 20th one (1) lucky reader will be named, two others will also win prizes. But this offer is only for the readers who belong to my newsletter. There's still a chance for you to be considered for the drawing, if you're interested. All you have to do is join my newsletter. The join my yahoo group link is on my blog and website.

Tootles!

Tory Richards
Romance with an Attitude Blog

Crossroads: Showdown Available November 9th!

CROSSROADS: Showdown will be released Monday, November 9th through PHAZE, http://www.phaze.com/
About Crossroads: Showdown, the third novella in the best-selling series. Mystery. Suspense. Ghosts. Hot Male Love.

Tough PI, Frank McGuire, attempts to help the FBI locate three abducted children from a small town in West Virginia. While channeling his inner spirt for assistance, he mistakenly calls forth a ghost. As Frank races against time to locate the missing girls, he receives help from the most unlikely of sources. To complicate matters, Rand has decided its time Frank commit to their relationship -- or run the risk of Rand being gone when he returns.

Happy Fall, Keta

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A Knight For All

I'm excited this week because my book, Sunset Knight, has been released by Samhain Publishing and is available for purchase at My Bookstore and More. Its hero, Brody Nash, has been stuck in my head for some time, and I'm glad he's now been unleashed on the unsuspecting public! I've included a blurb and a spicy excerpt for you to enjoy--and don't you love my yummy cover? Makes me want to go sailing with a brooding hunk, that's for sure.

Cheers,

Sami

Good things come to those who dare.

Lana Green is looking for a lover. At twenty-three, she’s more than ready to shed her shyness and shake up the status quo. Lucky her, the aloof bad boy she’s always wanted to shake it with, Brody Nash, is back in town. Too bad he barely knows she’s alive.

Then an unexpected kiss makes her think her days of lusting from a distance are over. Despite the fact she’s no femme fatale and has zero clue how to seduce a man, she sets out to do exactly that.

Brody hardly recognizes the alluring woman as the same gawky computer geek he left in Graceville six months ago. Lana has him spellbound, but his temporary stay in town is strictly business—running his friend’s restaurant while the man’s on his honeymoon. Brody doesn’t do relationships, and he doesn’t do permanent. But when he finds her asleep on his boat, he can’t keep his hands, or any other part of his anatomy, to himself.

Things get complicated when he discovers what he thought was a casual sexual encounter has just cured her of the one thing she wanted to get rid of—her virginity.

Contains sex that simmers and sizzles, featuring shenanigans in a moving automobile, light bondage, hanky spanky, chocolate cupcakes, chocolate condoms, and a good girl learning how much fun it is to be bad.

Excerpt:

The moonlight filtering in through the hatch in the ceiling of the cabin bathed him in cerulean light. He’d removed his bow tie and jacket, and the crisp white of his dress shirt took on a fluorescent appearance. Lana’s gaze drifted downward to examine the V of skin revealed by the two buttons he’d undone, and her mouth dried out. Lana reached out and toyed with the shirt. She felt the heat of his flesh through the soft fabric and knew hers must be as hot to the touch.
His breath caught sharply when she released the next button, his shock mirrored by the way her heart slammed against her ribs. Even as the audacity of her own actions stunned her, Lana slid her fingers down and worked on the next button until it too was free of its hole.

Her question was barely audible. “Do you want me to leave?”

She was terrified he’d say yes, but he said nothing at all as she slowly, methodically released every last fastening. When she was done the material hung open to reveal a strip of his chest—toned flesh covered in fine dark hair. She’d never seen him with his shirt off before, and he looked better than she’d ever imagined.

Reaching out, she touched her fingers to all that hard packed muscle. He was so strong, so solid. Touching him alone made the wetness between her thighs increase, made her true feelings slip out. “Wow. You’re so sexy.”

“Hell, Lana.” His voice was raspy, making Lana aware her actions had impacted him. “You make it impossible for a man to kick you out of bed.”

“Are you trying to?”

“Yes.” He encircled her wrist with his fingers, stilling the wandering exploration of her hand. Glancing up, she met his gaze. His dark chocolate eyes shone in the dim light, their depths reflecting the battle going on inside him. Tense lines bracketed his mouth, and his heart beat a rapid tattoo against her palm. “You should get out of here while you still have the chance.”

Lana shook her head, never tearing her eyes from his. “I’ve used up all my chances tonight. If you want me to leave, you might have to carry me out.”

He snaked an arm around her back and grasped her thigh with his other hand. For a moment Lana was sure he was going to do exactly as she’d suggested. Mortification ripped through her. That would be a great look, being hauled down the wharf and unceremoniously dumped in the parking lot.

Perhaps it was his intention to get rid of her, but the instant he pulled her forward and their chests meshed together, he stilled. The action had brought their faces close, and Lana watched as the fight in his eyes turned to surrender. His grip on her thigh tightened and he drew her leg snugly around his hip. Then he made a guttural sound and leaned forward to capture her lips with his.

He devoured her mouth like a man starved. Lana tried to keep up, to give as good as she got, but the sensuous thrust of his tongue, the tantalizing scrape of his teeth overwhelmed her so all she was capable of was a primal response. Where he led, she followed. When he touched—her face, her hair, her breasts—she offered herself outright. What he demanded, she let him take.

For more of this excerpt, go to my website.

Have a good Sunday!
Sami