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May 21st, 2013
Top Off Tuesday: Desire for Him by Noelle Keaton
What better way than to top off a good book than with a GREAT Cover!
Every week, Amanda from On a Book Bender, Christi from Smitten with Reading,and Felicia from Geeky Blogger’s Book Blog want to see those Top Off covers that grab your attention! Please play along and tell us your favorites (old, new, or not yet released). Button made by Missie at The Unread Reader and Diana at Book of Secrets.
Every once in a while there are covers that just make you say Oh My! Sometimes it is good, sometimes it is bad, and sometimes it is head scratching. The point of Top Off Tuesday is to show you the ones with their Tops Off!
Summary:
Normally all business when it comes to his career, Jon finds the lines between the professional and the personal getting blurred after falling in love with billionaire CEO Warren.
After months of unemployment, Jon Pritchard finds work with Cressen Furniture, the ‘American Ikea’, in a low-level job. A software program he creates in his free time attracts the interest of Warren Cressen, the interim CEO of Cressen Furniture, who quickly gives Jon a promotion. The attraction between the two men is undeniable, and it isn’t long before they act on it, though they agree to be discreet until Warren’s position as CEO is made permanent.
Their relationship grows serious, but it is tested when evidence is discovered that seems to point to Jon being a corporate spy and Warren starts to wonder if he hasn’t been used all along.
With the highest professional stakes on the line, Jon and Warren have to decide whether the professional success they share in the boardroom is worth sacrificing the passion they share in the bedroom.
Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Promoted by the Billionaire anthology by Total-E-Bound.
May 20th, 2013
Mailbox Monday: Manor of Love by Debra Sheridan
Mailbox Monday is sponsored by Let Them Read Books.
Summary:
As a child, Vanessa was betrothed to Simon, Marquess of Stoneville. Now’s he’s back after fourteen years to fulfill his duty.
It’s Vanessa’s final season when she falls in love with Devon. Willing to keep him as her lover, she’s ready to accept a straightforward, contractual marriage to the Marquess, yet her feelings for Simon are anything but straightforward.
Vanessa and her sister, Leonie accept an invitation to take holiday at Simon’s manor house. Shocked by the appearance of Devon at the lavish house party, Vanessa tries to compose herself. But her self-control doesn’t last long.
Leonie soon finds herself caught in a compromising situation as well…falling for an infamous, devilish rake whom she’s can’t possibly marry.
Erotica Novella.
May 17th, 2013
Friday Night Special! Martinis & Cuffs Spotlights: Soldier Boy by K.D. McLean
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With that being said…our author on deck this week is K.D. McLean’s Soldier Boy
Title: Soldier Boy
Series: Tales of Pandora, Book Two
Author: K.D. McLean
Publisher: Monarch Moments
Length: 262 pages
Summary:
Dr. Nancy Barton, G.P./ medical missionary, professional, attractive, reserved to the point that colleagues nickname her Dr. Ice Queen. They don’t know that men kneel before tantalizing Mistress Nancy, the premier Dominatrix at the world renowned sex club Pandora’s.
Her entire world explodes when she meets Terry, a soldier boy who has dealt with his own explosions in the battlefield. He’s different- a younger and handsome war vet who embodies the ideal “he who yields is not weak”. Unintentionally Nancy injures Terry further. He uses this opportunity to demonstrate his own heroism and shatters her permafrost.
Nancy has never risked pain to her heart and falling for Terry is terrifying. Being hurt in love is something she has never experienced. At the moment when she lets go and allows love, Terry’s past arrives uninvited. Will she once more be saved by her soldier boy?
Incredibly hot BDSM and love scenes, tenderness and strength of two souls struggling for love.
Excerpt:
And it began. Nancy stood up. “Leash, Kurt” Kurt went to the toy bag and withdrew a sterling silver dog leash, about a meter long and handed it to her. She unclasped the crystal teardrop from the choker around Cammie’s neck and attached the chain to the naked ring.
She placed two fingers on Cammie’s neck, feeling her pulse rate. Rapid and strong. She’s either frightened or excited. Good. That makes two of us. Cammie stood still with her hands clasped in front of her, her head bowed down. One of her feet was turned in, toes resting on the front of the opposite foot.
“Come my dear,” Mistress Nancy, took the leash and walked to the bench.
When a Favored Patron scenes, Pandora’s pays attention. The house lights of the Great Room dimmed; a soft, salmon colored spotlight was turned up as they approached the station. A quiet group of Patrons and Staff stood in a semi-circle.
The bench was an A frame, with a padded surface about a foot or so wide, which the subbie laid on, face down. On each side of the A were two padded rests, for arms and lower legs. Each resting surface had a cinch of leather and a buckle to restrain the submissive- around the waist, and around each limb. The entire device was upholstered in wine red, almost burgundy leather.
From a balcony overseeing the Great Hall was a Dungeon Master. He was in all respects the ‘lighting and sound guy’ for Pandora’s. Of the all the Staff employed, he and The Major were the two individuals with the power to set the tone of the evening.
He flicked switches of a series of lights deepening the pale salmon pink to an orange hue. As the scene progressed, he would add more red. For sound, he began with a piece that opened with a distant, lonesome flute, which was answered by another. Two spirits yearning…
Gently, but with a constant pressure, Mistress Nancy led Cammie to the bench. She stopped and turned to Cammie.
“Who are you?”
“For here, for now, for this, I am yours, Mistress,” replied Cammie.
“How much of you is mine, my dear?”
“As much as I have to give, Mistress,” a pause for three beats as the lone flute danced a melody, “the rest, you will have to take.”
Cammie’s eyes shone as she spoke the words of the Ritual. She would hold back but she prayed silently to be conquered.
“And so I shall. On the bench, please,”
Cammie stepped forward to the Spanking Bench and climbed on. She placed one knee on the left side, and rolled her other knee over the top to rest on the opposite side, sitting on top of the bench as if she just mounted a dressage horse. With grace, she bent forward, her head resting on the top platform and her arms on the other two supports.
Miss Nancy stepped forward. The two flutes in the background combined with a deep bass, an undercurrent of a four note progression. One at a time, she drew and secured each leather strap, firmly, but not tightly, pinioning Cammie to the bench.
The kilt that Cammie wore had hiked halfway up bottom, exposing a generous view of her ass, but hiding a portion too. Her ‘sensible cotton’ white panties covered her modestly, while the white garter belt stockings gave an aura of exposed sensuality- of potential sin.
With her submissive now secured, Mistress Nancy began to caress Cammie’s backside, her hand stroking each cheek. She then pushed her finger firmly up the valley separating the fleshy globes. Cammie trembled with the sudden intimate contact as Miss Nancy repeated the movement, palming Cammie’s flesh, and pushing her ass cheeks apart, straining against the stretch cotton barrier of her underwear.
Nancy began to gently slap each cheek with her bare hand. Softly, as if she was brushing dog hair off Cammie’s panties. Cammie responded by gyrating her hips. Mistress Nancy began to swat harder, still bare handed, but now the crack of her palm could be heard.
Nancy drew her arm back Shit this stings! It was the first time she had ever bare handed a spanking. But this was, after all, a girl whose flesh was probably more sensitive than a man’s. She began to spank Cammie, harder and harder. With each stroke, the lights flickered, and a cymbal, timed to Nancy’s movements, softly crashed.
The first three hard swats snared Cammie’s attention. The following cascade of slaps became her focus. The music, increasing in volume, enhanced the sensations of pain. Again and again and again Cammie was swatted, was spanked.
“Owww!” she finally cried out when Miss Nancy pivoted and followed through with a stinging series. “Ohmygod OWWWW!! Please stop! No more! OWWW!” But no safe word. ‘RED’ was the word at Pandora’s. She strained against the strap holding her at the waist, trying to move her ass out of the way of this burning assault. But to no avail- she couldn’t escape. Again and again the blows fell on her, each one landing on the spot where they had struck before, deepening the pain.
“UNNNGGGHHH!” Cammie cried. No more ‘Ow’s', now it was primal. Tears of pain, flowed down her cheeks. The blows stopped.
Cammie had buried the side of her face into the cushion. Tears and snot drooled from her. She was gasping for breath, her chest heaving. She gulped for air, her eyes screwed shut in an attempt to stop the tears.
“WHAT is your safe-word, Cammie?” Miss Nancy’s voice murmured.
Cammie came back to the world. “It’s Red, Mi- Mistress.”
“Are you calling safe-word?”
A pause. “No, Mistress. No!”
Miss Nancy’s hand began to caress Cammie’s ass. Softly and gently, she massaged the stingy areas with her own throbbing hand. At first Cammie started, but then relaxed into the soft strokes. She began to grind a bit into the cushion below her belly.
That shit’s gonna stop. Nancy turned to her toy bag to find that Kurt had laid out all of her toys- three floggers- soft medium and hard leather-, two paddles, a whip, two riding crops (one that was dubbed ‘Ouch’ and the other ‘Oh Shit!’). Two rattan canes and a paddle with spikes on it rounded out the collection of hurt. There was also a bottle of chilled distilled water, aloe, and a collection of cloths and a fleece wrap for after-care. Scrutinizing her instruments like a surgeon, she chose the ‘Ouch’ crop and turned to Cammie.
The technician in the balcony had several options of music cued up. When he saw Nancy choose the riding crop and raise it, he hit play. A swelling crescendo of Industrial Rock bathed the players.
“Oh shit!” cried Cammie as the first stroke landed on her reddened ass. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” she cried as each blow fell. Where the pain from Mistress’s hand had been hot, the pain from the crop was searing. And it wasn’t stopping! Cammie tried to escape from the blows briefly, but she was trapped. After about the tenth (or was it the thousandth?) stroke, there was a pause.
Nancy quickly dropped ‘Ouch’ onto the table and grabbed ‘Oh Shit!’ and turned back. She had to get this kid there. Now. She flicked her wrist, and the carbon fiber riding crop snapped like Tiger Wood’s driver.
“UNNNGGGHE! UUNNNNGGHHHH! AAAHHHNNNNGG!” screamed Cammie- taken from searing to white hot. She tried to rise up from the bench, straining with all her might, her back arching, trying desperately to avoid a level of pain she had never experienced before. She was crying freely now, the pain crushing any thoughts of self consciousness from her. She was no longer yelling for effect, she was screaming now, her lungs burning with the effort. Her words were an incoherent babble. With each blow Cammie descended into a deeper and deeper primal state of being.
The audience gasped. The subbie was crying, no gutturally shouting “NOOO!” as Miss Nancy punished her.
“Are you SAFE Cammie!” Mistress Nancy spoke loudly, “Are you safe?” She hadn’t stopped though, still beating this young woman savagely. “CAMMIE! ARE YOU SAFE?”
“Arrrghhhhhh!! Yessssss!” was rewarded with another rain of agony. Eyes squeezed shut, Cammie could only see a blue-ish white orb, that pulsated with each blow.
Mistress Nancy stopped. And the music immediately dropped in volume. The audience of twenty or thirty had by now grown to fifty or sixty. The Major was watching closely, “She’s going to do it!” he whispered, “she’s going to do it!” What was about to come The Major had seen before, but never enough. He was about to watch these two women demonstrate absolute courage. One with the courage to push, and the other with the faith to fall…The lights were now a rich red- the color of blood- and the music undulated below the surface.
Nancy tossed ‘Oh Shit’ to the table, and at her waist, withdrew a dirk. She always kept a razor sharp- no, a surgical sharp- dirk on her person for safety’s sake. Not that she was ever afraid for her personal security. But if she ever witnessed a scene going badly, she wouldn’t hesitate to free a sub from restraints, no matter what Dom it was. Tonight the dirk would be used for another purpose.
Mistress Nancy stepped forward, and sliced through the panties Cammie wore. She peeled away the stretch cotton fabric, pulling it off the girl’s body. She tucked it into a small pocket of her outfit- this, and the pendant, would become a treasured memento for her for the rest of her life. This was a night to celebrate- the gift of perfect submission.
With a critical eye, she examined the damage and was satisfied. Not a drop of blood. The welts however, were a fiery pink. They would be black and blue in the morning, but not the worst pain of this encounter. Mistress Nancy took her time going to her toy table, to give her sub a chance to collect herself. The next toy was the single tail whip. She tested its flexibility, and cracked it onto the floor.
She strode up to Cammie’s face. The tears and mucus held no aversion for her- she had seen much worse years ago as an intern after all. The human body was her livelihood. This girl would be her joy. She leaned forward and gently stroked Cammie’s bare ass.
“Cammie?” she whispered next to the panting girl’s ear.
“Huh- hunh… yes?”
“Yes, what?” Nancy needed her to respond with some cognition.
“Yes, Muh-Muh- Mistress? Yes, Mistress?”
“Cammie. What have you left to give me?”
Cammie struggled to open her eyes. They creaked open. Unfocused. Good. She’s ready. Maybe.
“Whu-?”
“Cammie! I asked what do you have left to give me!”
“Whu- whu?” Cammie lifted her head and shook it, trying to clear it. “Cammie! What is your safe-word?”
Cammie laid her head down onto the cushion, trying to focus. “Red,” she breathed.
“Will you safe out now, my dear?”
The silence hung. The question was not a question from this Domme. It was a plea. A plea of ‘Don’t stop. I need you thus. I need more.’ In the room, the audience members sucked in their breath. And waited.
Cammie rested her head again on the cushion. “No, Mistress,” she said, hoarsely, “but…”
“But what, Cammie?”
Cammie inhaled deeply, shuddered, and drew in her breath again.
“But the rest, Mistress… the rest… You… Must… Take.”
“Cammie. Cammie!” the girl’s head lifted a bit. “Cammie. Say ‘Please’.”
Cammie dropped her head to the cushion. The wet, sticky cushion. Her eyes focused on Mistress Nancy. Her Mistress. In that eternal moment, they communed. The Yin fell into the Yang. No longer separate, they were one in this journey.
“Please.”
Nancy’s heart filled with… with what? Adoration? Love? She leaned forward to Cammie’s ear.
“I need this too.” she breathed. And stepped back.
Holding the whip, Mistress Nancy whirled it four times in the air, checking the heft and balance. She cracked it against the side of the bench holding Cammie to gauge her distance and speed. She adjusted her stance and did it a second time, landing the blow on the leather perfectly.
All of the lights in the Great Hall dimmed. The two women were now under a remote controlled spotlight from the balcony. The music swelled with a lustrous melody. The throbbing bass line counterpointed by a glissando of organ music as the culmination of this scene began.
Mistress Nancy began to whip Cammie. The full leather cord struck the sub’s ass again and again, each stroke leaving its mark.
Cammie was out of gas. She had no energy to either struggle or cry out. She lay on the bench absorbing this new pain, her eyes shut. The blue white orb returned, pulsing with each terrible blow. Growing with each new level of pain…
Cammie fell.
Into the abyss. Darkness surrounded her as she felt a falling sensation. Her neuro-cortex, now overloaded with stimuli, her nerve endings, now exhausted, did the only thing it could. It flew away.
Cammie flew.
She heard the blows fall on her, but no longer cared. Her very essence was floating. No, not ‘above the room watching’, her perception of reality had changed profoundly. Eyes opened or closed- it didn’t matter. She was flying, propelled by the strict pain, overwhelmed by the fear, she flew away. Forever and ever…
Watching her sub, Nancy saw the change in breathing and the relaxation overcome the body. There. She’s there now. Mistress Nancy lowered her whip. She turned to her table, dropped the whip and felt for the water bottle and cloths..Again she approached this brave and wonderful girl. Now Nancy could feel the sweat dripping from her own face from the exertion of the scene. Her body was so warm. She felt (and recognized) her own de-personalization. She was in Dom space as much as Cammie was in Sub space.
Mistress Nancy knelt by Cammie’s head and began softly stroking her face. “Fly,” she whispered in her ear. “Fly, my love, I’m here to catch you. Flyyy….”
Nancy watched Cammie closely. No, she wasn’t unconscious. Altered state. She let Cammie stay there for a few moments. She knew it was an eternal experience for this young woman. After a bit, Nancy began to bring Cammie back.
She undid the restraints on Cammie’s arms and legs. She kept Cammie’s waist secured until the girl could speak. Nancy treasured this girl for her courage and her gift, not knowing that Cammie would always treasure Nancy’s courage and be eternally grateful for the gift she had also given.
“Cammie,” She whispered. Raising her voice, but just a bit, “Cammie! Come home, love! Cammie! Come home…” she kept repeating this while she soaked the cloth. “Cammie!” she said again as she bathed the welts and stripes on the alabaster flesh.
Cammie’s eyes had been open the entire time. She blinked, again and again and they focused on Mistress Nancy’s face.
“Oh! Oh Nancy! Ooohhhh!” and began to cry softly. “Na- Nan… Oh! Mistress Nancy! It was beautiful!” gulping for air, she sobbed. Her Mistress undid the strap holding her at the waist. Cammie raised herself up and was gathered by the waiting woman.
Still sobbing, babbling, actually, Cammie fell into Nancy’s arms. She slipped off the bench and enveloped herself into her Mistress. She didn’t feel the arms of The Major, nor Kurt (trying to) assist Nancy with her weight. She had been claimed. She had given everything. And her Mistress took the rest.
Together, Nancy and The Major scooped Cammie up into Nancy’s arms, The Major holding the bulk of Cammie’s mass and gliding with the Domme to the sofa. He had shoo’ed Kurt away- too many cooks and all that.
Effortlessly, Nancy took her treasure to the couch, and nestled her in. Cammie was still babbling incoherently. Nancy stretched out on the sofa and nuzzled Cammie into her chest, stroking her hair, and both of them lay back in deep communion and in rapture with each other. The Yin, the Yang, lost in the joining.
Communion.
And rested.
May 16th, 2013
Save A Horse Ride A Cowboy Spotlight: Cowboy Convenience by Stormy Glenn
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With that being said…our author on deck this week is Stormy Glenn’s Cowboy Convenience
Author: Stormy Glenn
Series: Blaecleah Brothers, Book 6
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, M/M, GLBT, Western/Cowboys
Publisher: Siren-Bookstrand Publishing
Summary:
Seamus Blaecleah enjoyed one explosive kiss with Sheriff John Riley and then the man refused to talk with him. Devastated, Seamus decides to leave the family ranch and find somewhere that the memories of the man he loves don’t plague his every waking moment.
Yancy Butler is overjoyed when the sexiest Blaecleah brother shows up on his doorstep, looking for a new life. He had given up hope of having anything with the man when he learned that Seamus loved another. Now, Yancy is determined that he will be the man in Seamus’s heart.
Sheriff John Riley will do anything to protect the man he loves, even let Seamus believe he wants nothing to do with him. But if he can discover who is threatening him and all those he cares about, he can bring Seamus home.
When betrayal comes at the hand of someone close to them, Yancy, Seamus, and John have to learn to put their differences aside and work together if they want to stay alive. But in doing so, will they learn to accept each other or will their relationship just be one of convenience?
Excerpt:
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| When he had first met Seamus, Yancy had been ready for a simple fling. That was no longer true. After spending the last several days getting to know the guy, Yancy wanted more. He wanted the whole dream, or at least the one he had been fantasizing about.
Seamus started to smile again. “Turn around and let me wash your back.” Yancy turned around and rested his forehead against the shower wall. He bit his lip to keep from groaning when he felt Seamus’s hands start to move over his back. The hesitancy in Seamus’s touch was just as sensual as the man. When Seamus turned him around and started washing his chest, it was all Yancy could do not to drop to his knees and beg the man for more. Seamus’s lush lower lip was caught between his teeth as if the man was nervous but intent on what he was doing. Fuck, what he wouldn’t give to have those lips wrapped around his cock. “All you had to do was ask.” Seamus chuckled as he dropped to his knees. Holy shit! Had he said that out loud? Yancy tried to keep his breathe steady as he worked his way through the implications of Seamus’s words. His heart went wild, and blood rushed hot through his veins when he felt Seamus’s wet tongue lick his pelvic bone. A groan rose up in Yancy’s throat as arousal caught him in a vicious grip and shook him hard. “Seamus, please,” Yancy pleaded as he humped his hips toward Seamus, an anxious whine falling from his lips. He gritted his teeth when Seamus just chuckled at him. A moment later Yancy’s needy cry echoed through the shower stall as the man’s lips wrapped around his hard cock. He had never felt anything so fantastic in his life. He could feel every movement, every lick, every sweet caress. Yancy could almost feel the very air around him moving over his sensitive skin. He felt flushed, hot, and needy. Fire raced through Yancy’s body, melting him from the inside out. He didn’t know what Seamus would to do next and it drove him crazy. His heartbeat throbbed in his ears as he waited for Seamus’s next move. He just wished the man would hurry the hell up. Yancy was about to go out of his ever-loving mind. He groaned and started panting when something brushed against his balls. He spread his legs, giving Seamus more access. He loved having his balls played with, sucked on, tugged, anything. His body shook. Red hot need rushed through his body like a tidal wave and crashed together in his cock when Seamus suddenly deep-throated him. Yancy growled as he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of the man’s throat. Using his hand to push his hair back, Yancy watched Seamus as the man moved his head back up and down his cock. It was an alluring sight, one he hoped to see again and again—for the rest of his life. “Fuck, Seamus,” Yancy shouted, “don’t stop.” Yancy’s body stiffened as Seamus’s mouth sank even further down on his cock. Seamus swallowed it until Yancy felt the man’s nose brush against his short, curly hairs right before Seamus began to move his mouth along Yancy’s hard length. “Oh, fuck,” Yancy whimpered as the man’s slight hum sent small vibrations through his cock. He tangled his hands in Seamus’s hair, holding him in place as he fucked the world’s most perfect mouth. He could feel his balls drawing up close to his body. He knew he was on the edge of an intense orgasm. Yancy couldn’t believe the hotness he felt, the exquisite pleasure. It just kept going higher and higher. “Oh, Seamus, gonna…” Yancy cried out as a heavy pressure built in his balls. It moved up to the base of his cock then erupted out the top as Yancy found his release. Yancy shouted as he came, flooding Seamus’s mouth and throat with hot, salty liquid. Seamus sucked down every last drop until Yancy melted into the shower stall. When Seamus lifted his head, Yancy stared down at him a little dazzled, uncertain what to think or even how to think. Yancy’s fingers trembled as reached down and trailed them over the side of Seamus’s face. “Thank you.” Seamus’s face flushed bright red. “You’re welcome.” “Can I return the favor?” Yancy was confused by the sudden embarrassment that he could see in Seamus’s green eyes right before the man dropped them to look at the floor. “Seamus?” “I kind of…um…well, when you…I…” Yancy suddenly read through Seamus’s stuttered words and he felt like shouting to the rooftops. He could feel small pants of Seamus’s breath tickling his cheek. The man’s breath was coming out raggedly, softly, nervously. He pulled Seamus to his feet then tugged at his neck until their lips were only an inch apart, and then claimed his lips in a magnificent kiss filled with passion and desire and a need so great that it burned Yancy to his very core. Yancy moaned, his body tightened involuntarily, every bone and muscle in him reaching for more of Seamus’s sweet taste, the hot draw of his lips. He pushed between Seamus’s lips with his tongue, wanting entrance. Seamus’s deep needy groan as the man melted in his arms was all Yancy needed to make this moment perfect. Seamus tentatively reached out and grabbed Yancy’s arms, gripping them tightly as he returned the kiss was a passion that made Yancy ache all over again. When Yancy finally lifted his head, his heart skidded to a halt and then began to pound erratically when he saw Seamus peering intently up at him, his pupils dark pools, mesmerizing and endless. “Are you okay?” Seamus’s face flushed again but he nodded. “I’m fine.” “Is that invitation to breakfast still open?” “Yeah.” Yancy cupped Seamus’s chin in his hand, tilting his head so that their eyes met. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are?” “Once or twice.” “Then let me say it again. You, Seamus Blaecleah, are one of the sexiest men I have ever laid eyes on.” |
May 16th, 2013
Straddling the Edge Contest Winners
Straddling the Edge by Julie Prestsater
Series: Against the Wall, Book 3
Publisher: Self-Published
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Length: 226 pages
Summary:
Summer McGallian … the scandalous home wrecker from Against the Wall and Between The Sheets. The one who stole her co-worker’s fiancé, the other woman, the one people whisper about and stay away from. Only for Summer, things aren’t always as they appear and she knows that better than anyone. She hasn’t been herself since she was in high school, when life was less complicated and relationships weren’t about making compromises to land the guy. When her heart is broken, there’s only one thing left for her to do … prove she isn’t who everyone thinks she is. And maybe, just maybe, she can get back to being comfortable in her own skin again, without input from a man. But when she encounters Sexy Guy, Dean Michaels, everything Summer has ever known about the opposite sex is about to change.
Dean Michaels knew he’d seen her somewhere before. What he never imagined was that the gorgeous woman in a baseball cap and hooded sweatshirt tossing back a beer in his favorite spot could be Summer McGallian—the woman who always looked like she’d stepped off the pages of a glamour magazine when he’d seen her from afar at work. And to make matters worse, she’s Chase Marino’s ex, the one guy who gets under his skin like no other. If the thought of being someone’s bitch in jail wasn’t enough to scare him, he would’ve strangled that bastard years ago and tossed the body in the Mojave Desert. But forget about Chase … Dean knew from the moment he saw Summer’s sexy smile and heard her cute laugh, she had to be his. And he won’t let anything get in the way of that.
The Against The Wall series isn’t just about steamy sex scenes and swoon-worthy romance, but about new friendships, undying love, and a ton of laughter. Enjoy the ride as you get to know and love Summer and Dean, just as you did Shelly and Matt, and Melissa and Tyler, in the third book, Straddling The Edge.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Summer introduces Straddling The Edge …
Being the new kid in school is every teenage girl’s nightmare. Even worse is being the new teacher on campus. The other female teachers glare at you like you’ve wandered into enemy territory. They look at you like the newbie pledges in their old sorority houses, ready to teach you a lesson and ready to laugh their asses off when they finally break you.
That’s exactly how it was when I started teaching at Carver High School. Most of the staff were alums of the school and had known each other for years. It didn’t take long for me to figure out I was an outsider. They sure made me feel like it. Rumors spread like wildfire about how I was the bitchy whore who was bedding every male staff member on campus. I think I even heard one about how I’d screwed a football coach in the mailroom. Yuck!
When I started dating Chase, the crude remarks and evil sneers got worse. It didn’t help that I had apparently stolen the golden boy from the most popular and loved teacher on campus. I really had no idea they were still a thing. But that’s Chase, the perpetual lying, cheating bastard. He eventually played me too.
So now, I’m on my own. No Chase. No friends. And no life.
But that’s about to change.
There isn’t anything like women bonding over a douchebag ex-boyfriend to get the conversation going. And that’s exactly what I’m about to do with Shelly and Melissa, two of the funniest women I’ve ever met. And two women who I’m absolutely envious of because of their amazing friendship.
And there’s isn’t anything like meeting the man you’ve waited all your life for.
If you loved Matty in Against The Wall or Tyler in Between The Sheets, wait until you meet Dean. Get ready to meet your next book boyfriend, ladies. I’m willing to share him while you enjoy the read.
JOANNE B.
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May 15th, 2013
Man-Love-Day Presents: Davi’s Salvation by Stormy Glenn
Don’t Forget!
If you’re a GLBT author and would like for us to PIMP your book on Man-Love-Day which occurs every Wednesday, drop us a line with the information shown below including the cover at [email protected] and we’ll hook you up.
With that being said…our author on deck this week is Stormy Glenn’s Davi’s Salvation
Series: The Man Love Connection
Author: Stormy Glenn
Genre: M/M, GLBT, Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Siren-Bookstand Publishing
Summary:
On the worst day of Salvador Cavalcante’s life, he meets a man destined to be his mate, something sacred where he comes from. Little does he know that mating Davi will make him an alpha stronger than most—and more dangerous.
Davi Braizer is an omega. In his world, that means he is to stay hidden from sight, not allowed to speak to anyone, and at the alpha’s beck and call every day of his life. It’s a miserable existence until his alpha is defeated by a man that just might not be completely human.
When Salvador’s past comes back to haunt him, hiding his true nature is no longer possible. If he wants to keep his mate safe, he’ll need every ounce of power to defeat the man bent on destroying him. And that means becoming the monster everyone fears.
Excerpt
Davi had his head tilted back under the shower spray rinsing his hair when he heard the shower door open. For a brief second, his heart fluttered in fear, and then he felt strong muscular arms wrap around him and deep growl vibrated through the air. Davi melted against the large man that held him, content in the knowledge that he was safe.
Davi turned his head submissively as he felt Salvador’s erection brush against him. Salvador leaned closer and sniffed at Davi’s neck. The tip of fangs appeared through his lips when he leaned back. Those dark eyes looked at him like he was prey, ready to be devoured.
“My mate,” Salvador whispered as he leaned in and rubbed his face against Davi’s bare shoulder.
Davi’s wolf wanted to bare its belly and let the more powerful wolf take a bite. Taking a deep breath, Davi tilted his head back, exposing his throat. He shivered as he felt Salvador sniffing and pressing his nose into the crease of his neck, licking and growling as he pressed closer.
Salvador nipped the skin of Davi’s neck with his teeth before plunging his fangs in. Davi cried out, pure pleasure combined with a bit of pain flooding every nerve ending in his body. His cock hardened to molten steel in a millisecond.
When Salvador withdrew his teeth and raised his head, he rubbed his thumb over the base of Davi’s neck, seemingly pleased with himself. Davi yelped as Salvador suddenly picked him up and pinned him against the shower wall. Salvador reached down and grabbed Davi’s ass, pressing his fingers into Davi’s tight hole.
“Are you going to fuck me in the shower, Salvador?” Davi asked when he felt a finger rim around his asshole.
“There’s something else you need to know about magi, Davi.”
“Yeah?” Davi panted softly. A sudden warmth filled him and he felt a slight pressure around his tight ring of muscles. Davi cried out, his eyes rolling back as he was suddenly stretched out. He panted, wanting to feel more but needing a minute to adjust to the unusual sensation. He had never felt anything like it in his life.
“That was…that was…” Davi licked his lips. “How…?”
Salvador chuckled. “Being magi does have its advantages, gatito.”
“Yeah.”
Davi reached up and grabbed Salvador’s shoulders as he felt the blunt head of the man’s cock pushing at his entrance. Davi was wired so tight that he plunged back, impaling his body on Salvador’s cock.
Shivers broke out all over Davi’s body when Salvador’s hand snaked up his neck and over his scalp, Salvador grabbing a fistful of Davi’s hair and giving a light tug. Davi lifted his ass higher as he shouted out his pleasure.
“Salvador,” Davi groaned as he started riding Salvador’s cock hard and fast.
Salvador gripped Davi’s ass tightly in his hands and pounded into him. Davi’s head fell back against the shower wall and loud groans filled the enclosed space. Davi wasn’t sure if they came from him or from his mate, and he didn’t really care. The pleasure Salvador was giving him was beyond anything he had ever experienced except when he was in this man’s arms.
Davi wrapped his legs around Salvador’s waist. It changed the angle of Salvador thrusts, the man’s cock hitting Davi’s sweet spot every time. Davi went crazy, crying out as his cock exploded, pulling his balls tight to his body.
That seemed to be all Salvador was waiting for. He groaned and shoved his cock deep into Davi’s ass. He stiffened and his cock pulsed out his release, flooding Davi with his scent and reinforcing his mating claim.
He was in awe of the pleasure clearly displayed on Salvador’s face. He couldn’t look away. He doubted there was another soul on the earth that was as sexy as his mate when the man was aroused.
“Mine,” Salvador whispered harshly.
Davi whimpered when he felt the knot extend and take hold inside of him. That was something he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to.
“Yours,” Davi murmured. The connection between them jolted him. He’d heard of shifters who bonded together on a deeper soul bonding level but he never thought he’d be one of them.
Davi leaned in and claimed Salvador’s lips. He was hungry for every taste of the man he could get, every feel. The alpha was perfect for him. He was strong and fierce, but gentle and loving. He was everything Davi could have even dreamed of in a mate and more.
“I love you, Salvador.”
“Love you, gatito.”
May 15th, 2013
Sinful Sirens Giveaway Hop…
SINFUL SIRENS BLOG HOP
Hosted by Guilty Pleasures and Under the Covers
Blog hop runs from 12:01 AM May15th through to 11:59 PM May 20th, 2013.
Are you a Sinful Siren?
We know you are! So come and join us at Under the Covers and Guilty Pleasures for our Sinful Sirens blog hop. We are back for a second year and this summer we want to heat things up until the only way we can cool down is with a dip in the ocean. Entice other sirens by sharing some of your favorite scorching hot reads!
The most potent lover she’s ever had…and the morning sickness to prove it!
Blackwater, Book 4
Lucy Rice knew that a night of uninhibited passion with sex-on-a-stick Reilly Jennings would leave a lasting impression on her body. But never in a million years did she expect to see a plus sign appear on that little white stick.
Pregnant? She can’t believe her eyes. When a second test confirms it, Lucy admits the truth. She’s about to be a one-night-stand mommy. How’s that for luck?
Reilly never wanted the responsibility of fatherhood, much less tie himself to an infuriating, headstrong woman like Lucy. Still, his sense of honor won’t let him abandon his baby like his biological parents abandoned him. Yet it isn’t long before he’s captivated by the coming baby—and the mother carrying it.
Lucy is rocked with all sorts of conflicting feelings for the father of her child. Unfortunately, she’s been down that road before, and it left her a blubbering mess. Not again. No way, no how. Except Reilly seems hell-bent on keeping her close. Maybe it’s the hormones, but Lucy’s beginning to forget why that’s a bad idea…
Product Warnings
This title contains a tender and romantic man bent on proving he can be more than a good time, and a woman in serious need of the love of an honorable man.
Sometimes out of the frying pan and into the fire is the best way to burn.
Naked Cowboys, Book 2
Amy Stark has it all together—except for chronic bad taste in men. She’s firmly in hands-off-all-men mode when a flat tire forces her to accept the help of exactly the type of man she’s sworn off. Arrogant, cocky and condescending.
When she runs into him again later that day and then finds out her brother has invited him for dinner, the fire between them has a sizzle of a different kind.
At eighteen, Buck Montgomery left home to make his mark on the bull-riding circuit. He may have had wild success in rodeo but his personal life is in the dust, and while he’s ready to start a new life he’s wary to expose his heart. Buck knows he should tell Amy the truth, but every time he opens his mouth, hers is right there with kisses like molten lava.
When his past resurfaces at the worst possible time, Buck can only wonder if Amy will love the man he has become…or if the man he was will chase her away.
Product Warnings
Contains barnyard language and clap-your-hands-over-your-mama’s-eyes sex between a cowboy with a checkered past and a ranch girl with all the right moves.
May 15th, 2013
Waiting on Wednesday: Stare Me Down by Riley Murphy
Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly event, originally started by Jill at Breaking the Spine , that highlights upcoming book releases everyone or at least I’m waiting on. 
Summary:
A Dom stuck in anger management classes meets his match in his court appointed therapist. Their attraction is off the charts. Unfortunately though, the timing is bad for both of them. Or at least it is until he discovers his little vanilla doll isn’t vanilla at all. Then it’s a matter of timing be damned. He can’t keep his hands off her. A definite problem as she has a past to deal with and he has a goal to seize. So when the present rears its ugly head they are both blindsided. Now they’re forced to stare each other down if they hope to have any chance of a future together.
