Friday, December 30, 2011

Winners Post!!

Well I have had a ton of giveaways and its time to announce some winners!!  I have been  uber neglectful and I sincerely apologize!!  It's been hectic this Holiday Season!!  So lets pick some winners!!!

Naughty or Nice Giveaway with the lovely Nora Weston!!....and the winner is....
Lady Vampire 2 U!!!!

We had two winners for this book!!  And the winners are.....
Emma Meade

The winner of Michelle Franklin's newest novel is...booklover0226!!!

The winner of Lisa Beth Darling's amazing book is....Barbara!!

I have 3 winners for this hop!!!  And they are...acm05, books4me, and msmjb65!!

We had 3 winners here as well!!!
1st place goes to Linda
2nd..Gena Robertson

I will post some more winners tomorrow!! All winners have 48 hours to respond to either the post or the email I just sent :)  If they don't I will redraw!!  A big thank you to all who stopped by and entered!!!!

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Giveaway and Guest Post with AJ Jarret

Good Morning Lovelies!!  How crazy has your holiday been?  Mine has been outrageously crazy!!  I have so much catching up to do!!  I will be posting the guest post later when it comes in.  Right now let's take a look at the book up for grabs today:

Marie thought dying was the worst thing to happen to her, until informed she's always been a man's soul trapped in a woman's body. As Marc, he's got one shot to set things right--by finding love with his best friend and soul mate--with only a month to do it. 
Marie Carter has never felt comfortable in her own body, and it took dying to find out why. Ross, her unlikely guardian angel, informs her that mistakes were made and he needs her help to save her fate, Ross's wings, and her best friend's heart.
Six month's after Marie's death, Marc arrives with one month to heal Sabrina's—his sister's—suffering, and win his soulmate, Shawn. If he fails, Sabrina will never know peace, Ross will be kicked out of heaven, and the love of his life will die from a broken heart. Will that be enough time to heal the wounds a lifetime in the wrong body has caused?

I always assumed when I died my life would flash before my eyes, but that was so not the case. Sitting on an airplane with complete strangers as the massive piece of machinery plummeted to the ground, all I could think was why the fuck did I take the earlier flight.
I was being a little dramatic I know, but I was about to die and leave my sister and my best friend. The only people I loved in the world, plus the only family I had. I was more than likely leaving them due to faulty equipment or engine malfunction. What a lousy way to go.
My poor sister Serena, what would she do? Our parents died when I was fifteen and she twenty-two. We were all we had in the world, and now I would be bailing on her too. Of course, this entire situation wasn't my fault but it didn't make it any easier. She'd been my friend and parent for the past ten years. I loved Serena, she was truly the best sister slash parent a girl could ever have.
Then there was Shawn, my best friend since kindergarten. The only man I ever truly loved. He was there when my parents died, there when Serena caught me having my first beer, and there when my first boyfriend broke my heart. Whenever I needed someone, he was there to pick up the pieces no matter how big or how small. I couldn't have picked a better friend.
The only thing bad about being in love with Shawn was that he's gay. I'm a girl so a romantic relationship would never happen. Now I wouldn't even get the chance to say I love you in more than a friend kind of way. Maybe going down was for the best. Telling Shawn my true feelings would ruin our friendship.
These were the things going through my mind minutes before the plane crashed and I'd die. To have just one more chance to tell Shawn and Serena I loved them, I would have given anything.
The swift drop in altitude told me the engines had stalled. I heard other passengers screaming, crying, and praying, but I sat there with my eyes clenched tight. Behind my eyelids, all I saw were Shawn and Serena. Then nothing.
* * * *
Sometime later I woke up. I took in my surroundings--white walls, white bed linens, and I was wearing a white gown. My nose twitched at the sterile clean smell of the room. I had to be in a hospital.
How could I have survived a plane crash? Maybe I had dreamed the whole thing. I sat up and looked around me. I took notice of the large white room with fluffy white fog floating around the floor.
Okay, that was weird. I had to be dreaming.
"You're not dreaming, sweetheart. You're dead as a doornail."
What the fuck? I spun around and clutched my blanket to my chest. There was a man leaning against the wall. I could tell even in a relaxed state he would tower over my short stature. He had a golden complexion, platinum blond hair that came to his shoulders, and a smile on his face that lit up the room. Definitely gorgeous in a preppy guy way, as if he just stepped out of a J Crew ad. He wore all white as well.
What was up with all the white? Okay, this wasn't the time for stupid questions. I needed to focus.
"Yes, please focus since we don't have a lot of time here, sweetheart, but thanks for the compliment."
Okay, is he reading my freaking mind? I tilted my head to the side to study this apparent psychic medium.
"Yes, I can read your thoughts, but can you start using your mouth? It would make this less awkward," the man said as he pushed away from the wall. 
I tried to swallow but my mouth was too dry. I wasn't sure if it was the rising fear or shock that had me unable to move or react. "Where am I?" Start slow, Marie, you can do this.
"Okay, once again, speak words to me. Reading your mind is giving me a headache and that's just poor manners." The man came and sat down at the end of the bed I was lying on. "To answer your question, you're in what we like to call limbo. There has been a mistake, or actually," the man let out a small chuckle, "a few mistakes but who's counting. My name is Ross and I'm your guardian angel."
The angel named Ross held out his hand for me to shake. So I did. After all, I was completely crazy. The dude just said I was in limbo. Crazy Town, population me.
"Girl, seriously, snap out of it. My name is Ross, your guardian angel. Let us speed this up, shall we? You remember the plane crash?"
Plane crash, plane crash, plane crash. Fuck! Ross nodded up and down. "I'm really dead. My whole life seems like a dream and I'm just now waking up." I looked around me to get a better look. "Is this the waiting room for Heaven?" I whispered as I leaned toward him.
Ross shook his head at me. Sue me; I was new to all this dying business.
"L-I-M-B-O. Did you get that? Jeez, you're slow," Ross said as he relaxed back on his elbows.
"Dude, you don't need to shout at me or spell shit. I hear perfectly fine and speak English. You're just a lousy explainer," I said as I pointed my finger at him. Okay, maybe yelling at the crazy man claiming to be my guardian angel wasn't the smartest thing for me to do.
"I'm trying to explain but you're not listening." I watched as Ross ran his hands through his white blond hair as he mumbled something I couldn't make out. "Okay, let's try this again. My name is Ross, you died in the plane crash, and you're sitting in limbo. Long story short, there's been a mistake and like I said this dying business isn't the first mistake to happen to you."
I chewed on my lower lip as I tried to digest all the info. All I heard was mistake, dying, and wasn't the first mistake. Where does a person begin?
"What do you mean mistake? To me someone dying is a huge thing to fuck up on. Don't you think?" I shouted.
"Okay, first off, you can't yell at me if I can't yell at you, and second you cuss way too much. I've always thought that, you know," Ross said as he flipped his hair back in a very feminine manner.
Was this guy serious? "Listen here, grandma, if you don't explain yourself I'm going to want to speak to your boss or manager or some shit like that." There, that didn't sound completely absurd or anything.
Breathe, Marie, everything is all right, you're not crazy. My breaths started rushing in and out of my chest with so much force I thought I might hyperventilate.
"Take deep breaths and calm down. Can't have you dying on me again." Ross started to laugh and I narrowed my eyes at him. "Too soon for death jokes?"
"You think?"
"Sorry, you need to lighten up and laugh, because you're going to be laughing after I explain this whole mix up." Ross sat up a little straighter and crossed his legs at the knee.
"Okay." What else could I say? I didn't know how to get out of this place so listening to Ross was my only option.
"Twenty-five years ago I became a guardian angel. The night I got my wings, I went and celebrated with some other angels. That ceremonial wine has a kick like you wouldn't believe." Ross started to laugh but at my lack of amusement, he went on with his story. "Anyway, I overslept my first assignment. See, when we get our wings, we're given charges to follow from birth to death and you are mine. Actually you're my only one."
"You sound bothered by that. Why am I your only one? Are you supposed to have more than one?" This dude sure wasn't gaining my confidence.
"Well, I made a mistake and until I fix this debacle, I'm stuck with just you. And let's just say you're not the most exciting person in the world."
"Hey! We are talking about your fuck–up, not my boring life. And for the record, my life is so not boring." I stuck my tongue out at him. Childish? Yes, but I didn't care.


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Sunday, December 25, 2011

Christmas Giveaway and Naughty by Mistletoe Post with Kiki Howell

Hello!!  I am so happy to have Kiki back again with another great giveaway!!  She has also included a Christmas bonus...a free read to every commenter!! Lets take a look at her newest book Torn Asunder:

Aubrey Griffen is a witch whose true reasons for coming to London soon fall to the wayside when she catches the eye of Edmund Bryant, the Marquess of Dalysbury. He seduces her into a whirlwind romance until the lies and threats of his mother force her to flee to Triaill Brimuir, a secret island of her ancestors off the coast of Ireland. Edmund goes after her only to be hit by Aubrey’s confusion and anger when she magically transforms him into an elemental beast of her own creation.

However, it is when Edmund’s lust mysteriously turns him back into a man that the couple are forced to deal with a family secret and untold of powers. Now, Edmund must learn to shift himself into the beast in order to save her in a battle of black verses white magic.

Fraught with scenes of explicit intimacy, romantic spells and mystical shapeshifting, Torn Asunder is a unique blending of the age of manners with sexual magic.

NY Times Bestselling Author, Hannah Howell, says of Torn Asunder, "Kiki Howell spins a wonderful tale of passion, magic, betrayal, and a love that conquers all.

Kiki has prepared a little scene from this book.  Let's take a look:

Christmas Eve with the Marquess of Dalysbury – A New Scene with Aubrey Griffen and Edmund Bryant, the Marquess of Dalysbury, from the paranormal, Regency-set historical, Torn Asunder by Kiki Howell

Downstairs young girls chatted endlessly, chaperones cut papers while observing over their spectacles, schoolboys home began their reign of terror on the house, and the rest made merry with rows of silver trays filled with all sorts of savory foods and drinks.  English hospitality was at it’s finest over the holiday. Upstairs though, tucked away in Edmund’s bedroom, Aubrey waited less than patiently for Edmund to arrive.

Their moments away were still fastidiously planned and forever dreamt of. Never  did it seem that they would pass beyond the boundaries of new love, urgent need, desperate love, like each moment together very well could be their last. At the moment, only the roaring fire was there to keep her warm. Although the faint sound of wassailers outside did reach her ears, still  she longed for more.

Garlands of bay, laurel, rosemary, holly and mistletoe, brought in just today, were hung everywhere. The fireplace was draped in the white berried mistletoe, apples and candles. Festive. Beautiful. Aubrey stared at the decorations, letting her vision blur until she saw Edmund in her imagination, the firelight glistening on his skin, the mistletoe making it look like he was standing naked in a forest with falling snow.  Befogged, she still had the fortitude to smile as she heard her lover walk through the door.

Her vision returning to right, she saw her smile reflected in his as he took in her naked sprawl of her body on the bed. He met her in a few long strides, his jacket pulled off and falling to the floor as he come to her. All ease of manners gone, he was on the bed in an instant, his head laying on her stomach, his arms wrapped around her middle.

“Your heart is beating wildly my love,” Edmund placed a gentle kiss on her flesh before  nibbling a bit more frantically his way up to her breast.

“Yes, and my chest burns for air in your presence as well, my dear Edmund.” She gave into the sensations he created inside her, her vision blurring some again.

Her body yearned so for his touch any moment he was absent. She touched his shoulders to confirm he was here, real, and felt him tremble.

“I’ll be damned if I will ever tire of your reactions to me,” he said.

When he raised his head to kiss her, their bodies shivered in harmony. He pushed into the kiss, sweeping his tongue through her mouth. He tasted of brandy, yet the warm breath which washed over her was rich with Christmas spices. With her fingers now clasped around his neck, she took another deep breath of him and pulled her body up against his with an abruptness which shocked them both breathless.

His hands sought for purchase upon her hips only a moment before she felt him struggling to remove his clothes. She loved when he wanted her this badly, when his staff was hard against her, his chest moved rapidly, the grip of his hands on her flesh was rough.

It took little for him to push her back against the bed and enter her, her muscles beginning slow spasms as her inner walls wept around his hard invasion. That point of no return came in a sudden frenzy of movements, a sequence of muffled squeals, like the music of Christmas played by a drunkard but still beloved.

“I wish to never be torn asunder from you again, my love,” Edmund breathed out with a ragged breath. “I want you always in my arms. Holiday or not, I want to celebrate each day with you.”

“You are the greatest gift. I have ever received, my Lord.” 

  AWW... This sounds absolutely amazing, as does her Christmas free read.  Let's take a look:

This erotic, romance story was inspired by Dickens, A Christmas Carol. Find out what happens when the Spirit of Christmases Yet to Come falls in love with his charge…

Genres: Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Content Warnings: Explicit Graphic Language, Sex
Intended for those over the age of 18!

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Merry Christmas!

Here's to you!!  All my lovely readers!!  I hope you have an amazing holiday filled with love, laughter, and something yummy and naughty under your tree!!  LOL!!  Merry Christmas!!!


Saturday, December 24, 2011

Giveaway with Natasha Blackthorne and her Naughty Historical Romance Series!!

I was at a great party and totally swiped their santa...*sigh*   What I wouldn't give to find him under my tree..without the boxers of course! With me today is my naughty naughty friend Natasha Blackthorne.  She has a steamy historical romance series, to which I have reviewed the first book Grey's Lady.  I am eagerly anticipating diving into the second part.  I have the blurbs, a sneak peek inside the second book, and a giveaway of the pair of them to one lucky commenter!!  Let's take a look:

Seeking sexual excitement and conquest, poor but beautiful Beth seduces wealthy merchant prince Grey Sexton, only to find herself the pursued as he seeks to own her body and soul.

Flouting the moral standards of Jeffersonian America, temptress Beth McConnell lets no man touch her heart. Her motto is love them once and leave them burning.

But when she boldly seduces Grey Sexton, a self-controlled merchant prince from New York, she finds herself too fascinated by his ice-over-fire nature to stay away. His possessive determination to own her, body and soul, threatens to expose her secret erotic life to public shame.

But Beth will only surrender her love to a man she can trust. And Grey's materialistic approach to relationships leaves her little reason to believe he can ever give her what she truly needs.

For these two cynical yet lonely people, can deep sexual intimacy work a miracle and lead to the opening of their hearts?

Book two in the Carte Blanche Series

Beth and Grey’s passionate battle of wills continues...

New York Merchant Prince Grey Sexton loves the audacious, spirited young temptress who seduced him in a Philadelphia bookseller’s and made passionate love to him in his carriage. Her fiery nature broke through his cold self-protection. But in a time of war and trade disruption, he cannot allow himself to be distracted. He vows to put business above all else in his life, including his bride.

Shocked and hurt by Grey's distance, Beth wonders whether he truly returns the burning love she feels for him. Beth demands that Grey prove he can truly change once and for all or else she will not start a family with him. But will the dark, sensual secrets she yet keeps repel this arrogant, self-controlled gentleman she has married?

And lets take a little bit more of a peek inside with this excerpt:
He could be a husband yet keep his priority focused on business. Time to prove that. He broke the kiss, raised his head and opened his mouth to suggest they return to the ballroom.
Beth pressed her soft body into his pelvis and his cock throbbed in response. His heart beat a tattoo in his ears, and a warning echoed off the walls.
He was losing his self-control. He removed his hands from her tempting little ass. “We shouldn’t start this here.”
She gripped his lapels. “Why not?”
Her eyes turned to blue smoke, full of need and longing. She was such an emotional, sexual girl. Her needs ran high. His own need he could resist, but hers was another thing entirely. The hunger in her eyes pulled deep inside him, as if she yanked his guts with just a glance.
But he must be in control, not her. It had to be that way from the very start between them. It must—else he’d have no peace.
He grasped her wrists and pulled her hands away. The feel of her small-boned wrists, the softness of her skin, sent pure fire racing through him. He dropped her hands and fixed her with his strongest look, the one he’d learnt at his father’s knee. The one that quelled men of twice his age and wealth.
She quailed…a bit.
All right, those were some fairly big guns to level at such a petite girl, but he knew from past experience that her charms were deadly.
 “We should not do this here,” he repeated, slower this time, more for himself than her.
She laughed, a nervous catch in her throat. “Who is going to know?”
A mischievous light sparkled in her eyes. His heart gave a little leap and warmth suffused him—a strange sensation of pleasure and pride at knowing she wouldn’t be quelled. Not even by him.
But no. He’d better get things in hand. He opened his mouth, prepared to deliver a sharp retort. To tell her just how childish she was being. She grasped his erection through the wool cloth of his pantaloons. Again, fire went racing through his whole body, forcing a sound between a laugh and a gasp from the depths of him.
Her tongue flirted over her lips as she squeezed him and her eyes teased his, glittering with lust—and triumph.
He shot out his hand, seized her by the cascade of silver-gilt curls that lay against her nape and dragged her head back. He paused, holding her like that. Her lips parted and her eyes widened. Then she laughed, throaty and wickedly sensual.
“You’re playing with fire.” He scarcely recognised his own voice.
Her eyes ignited into blue flames and her body trembled against his. “Burn me.”
God, she was such a vixen.
He brought his open mouth down on hers and stabbed his tongue again and again into her velvet-wet cavern. Ravenously. Savagely. He wanted her to feel the same powerlessness he did. Wanted to impress on her how ungovernable this passion was.
She didn’t even flinch. She thrust her tongue back against his with bold strokes. She never backed down. Never. His very own virago. He loosened his grip on her hair, cupped her face and his mouth gentled on hers.
Dear God, he adored her mouth.
Maybe a few more moments wouldn’t matter.
Meanwhile she’d got his fall open faster than he’d thought a woman’s fingers could work a man’s buttons. And he’d let her. Couldn’t find the will to stop her. She wrapped her hand around his heated flesh and squeezed him. Pearly fluid surged from the tip. She swirled her thumb, spreading the fluid in a silken glide over the head.
He groaned deep in his throat and opened his eyes to enjoy the beautiful, refined lines of her face while still relishing the taste of her kiss. She stroked him up and down with agonising slowness. His heart drummed in his ears, chest and cock.
She broke the kiss. Eyes that smouldered like sin held his as she licked her palm, thoroughly wetting it. Then she twisted her hand about his shaft while stroking up and down, touching him in a mind-bendingly novel way.
“God, Beth, where’d you learn that?” He barely choked the words out.
Her throaty laugh resonated deep in his balls. “I know a lot of things I have yet to show you.” She squeezed him. “You like it?”
Couldn’t she tell from the way he was leaking all over her hand?
“I like it fine,” he managed to choke the words out.
She laughed again. A wicked promise.
She pushed her breasts, belly and pelvis against him. Her soft curves pressed into him and she slid slowly down his body. He caught his breath.
She dropped to her knees.
His heart pounded and his erection twitched urgently. She grasped him and held on firmly. Squeezing. So accurately mimicking the rhythmic clenching of her cunt when she came that he released his breath in a groan and leaked uncontrollably. She bent her head and her warm breath cascaded over his heated flesh. Again, he sucked in his breath and held it. She glanced up at him, her eyes full of sin and sex. Her little pink tongue came out and swept over the head, licking it clean. He threw his head back.
Again, she circled the head with her tongue, a slow, wet, warm slide. Over and over. He glanced back down and touched her face. She moaned deep in her throat, as if having him in her mouth was the most delicious pleasure. The sound vibrated in her mouth, through his cock and deep into his groin, his balls. Weakening his knees. Weakening his resolve even more.
He had never felt her mouth on him before. It wasn’t as if he’d never received this kind of pleasure. With his former mistresses he’d got this regularly enough. While certainly diverting, he wouldn’t have said it was anything to sell one’s soul over. But no woman had ever put all her heart into it as Beth did now. No contest, this was the most exciting, enchanting thing he’d ever experienced. And she hadn’t even really got started.
What would she be like when she—
Boots sounded in the corridor, seeming almost unnaturally loud. His eyes popped open and he glanced down. Beth’s champagne-silver head was bent, shimmering in the candlelight and bobbing as she pleasured him. The pale pink roses in her diadem had wilted considerably. He focused on the tiny chamber.
Good God, they were in Cornelia Hazelwood’s house.
At what point had he lost all sense and propriety? He was supposed to be introducing her to his world, not setting her back on her ass and fucking the breath out of her in a musty, dusty old schoolroom—which was exactly where this would end.
He reached to push her away. She licked him on the underside between the head and the shaft. The sensation rocked him to his balls and his hand stilled as his hips thrust forward.
He shuddered with pleasure and clasped her shoulders.
“No, not like this, not here.”
Her eyes flew open. Her delicate brows lifted and she looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
His cock twitched as if he’d lost his mind as well.
“But why?” she asked.
“Anyone could come in.”
“I locked the door, remember?” She slowly lowered her head, opened her mouth and her moist, heated breath encircled him. His cock twitched, as if rearing up to reach her lips.
She stroked her hot, wet tongue down his length. Grey gave a whispered groan, part pleasure and part frustrated defeat. She glanced up questioningly, her eyes smoky and sensual. Oh Christ, he was so damned. He nodded and stroked her hair, wishing he could take the pins out. He wanted to see it flowing around her. She was closing her mouth over the head.
Would she—
No, this wasn’t right. He wasn’t going to fall on her here like she was some harlot he’d picked off the wharf. They would do things his way, on his terms.
“Get up,” he said firmly, certain those words would be the death of him.
She fell back on her heels, mouth open, eyes glazed. “I just wanted to prove something to you.”
“What? That you drive me absolutely insane with desire?”
“No, that I reached too high. And I shall bear the blame for the ruin of us both.”
“Reached too high?” Oh damn, not this again. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Would a lady do this, here with you, like this?” She moved forward, took his cock in her hand and stroked him up and down.
He gave a whispered groan.
“Would she?” Her voice became urgent.
“It depends”—he caught his breath and grimaced with pleasure, then exhaled on a groan—“on the lady in question.”
“Would she ask you to allow her to take your cock into her mouth and pleasure you until you pour your seed down her throat?”
His cock throbbed and painful hunger made him grit his teeth. He was close to spilling in her hand. “Christ, Beth.”
“Here in her former benefactress’s house? In the schoolroom where she once learnt her letters? Would she get such a perverse thrill out of it?” She said this in a calm, conversational tone, all the while stroking him. Her eyes smouldered. He knew that look. She needed a good, hard fucking.
He needed to give it to her.
But not here.
“Now that you truly know the kind of girl I am, it’s not too late for you to back out.”
He knew her. Already, even after a couple of months, he knew her. She was pushing at him. Testing him. Wanting to goad him into a reaction. It was a defiant self-destructiveness that worried him.
He must remain firm. It was the only way he knew to handle her.
But, damn it, at the moment he couldn’t think clearly enough to form the words to refute her. He put his hands on her shoulders, trying to dissuade her. She leaned her head forward and caught his cock in her mouth, swallowing him in one swift, silken slide. His crown rested in the snugness of her throat. His heart pounded against his chest wall and in his ears. He shouldn’t let this continue…but damn, she had such a sweet, small mouth. How had she—
A loud squeak sounded. Her mouth popped open, releasing him. With a small cry, she scurried away. He jerked his cock and shirt tail into his pantaloons and threw a glance over his shoulder towards the door.
A tall, slender, bespectacled young gentleman stood there holding a lantern. His dark eyes were huge in his ashen face. He lifted his free hand and the lantern’s light caught the glint of metal. A key. “I knew you’d bring him here. Did you think you could keep me locked out?”
The younger man’s voice was accusing.
Still aroused, with the blood still roaring in his ears, Grey struggled to regain his bearings.
Beth hugged herself and glared at the intruder. “You have no right to come here—spying on me. Get out of here.”

And here is a sneak peek at Natasha's newest sinsation!!

Coming Feb. 28, 2012 to Total-e-Bound
Philadelphia 1793
He needs her to believe in him a lot more than she needs his protection…
In the wake of a devastating epidemic, sheltered Emily Eliot finds herself alone, making her own decisions for the first time. When desperation leads her to sell her virtue, she walks straight into trouble.
Enter one gorgeous, golden haired gentleman bent on protecting her.
Alexander Dalton came to the Blue Duck Tavern seeking to lose himself in sexual pleasure. But when he saw the delicate and vulnerable young woman, he couldn't forget her.
Emily is alarmed by her own intense responses as this charismatic and carnal man introduces her to erotic pleasure. Having lived as a virtual prisoner of her grandmother’s suffocating manipulation, Emily bridles under Alex’s possessive, protectiveness. And Alex’s charming smile hides a dark secret that could destroy their chance at happiness.
Will their passion burn them up or bring them together?
I can't wait to read this book!!  I love Natasha's work!  So up for grabs is the first two books in the series : Grey's Lady and White Lace & Promises.  To be entered to win just be a GFC follower and leave a comment with your email address!!  Good luck!!

Friday, December 23, 2011

Naughty by Mistletoe with Ruth Madison

Yessss!!  I finally made the list!!  LOL!!  Here with me today I have Ruth Madison and her naughty story for your reading pleasure.  Ruth's story is off of one of her books.  Lets take a look:

Stewart is bringing his sexy new girlfriend home for Christmas and his family doesn't approve.

"I just read it and it gave me tingles. You must be doing something right!"
LOL  there are some links after the story to check out Ruth and her works!  Take it away Ruth!!
From Stewart and Leah: Home for Christmas...
            Christmas morning Stewart woke when his door creaked opened and Leah was standing there, the sun from the kitchen window shining behind her and giving her the glow of an angel.
            “Hey there, stud,” she said, her voice still thick from sleep. A silky white nightgown clung to her curves and threatened to slip from her shoulders.  She raised one hand and Stewart laughed when he saw that she was holding a decorative ball of mistletoe.
            She walked to the bed and held it over his head.  When she bent to kiss him, her breath smelled of coffee and hazelnuts.  He grabbed her around the waist and yanked her into the bed where she fell against his chest, giggling, and the ball of mistletoe dropped to the floor with a dull thud.
            He ran his hands over her smooth gown, then pushed it up and warmed his hands on her skin. Her fingers trailed down the side of his face and stopped at his lips where he kissed the tips. She let out a small groan and closed her eyes.  Stewart pushed his hands up over her hips and yanked her lower body closer.
            Her knees on either side of his head, the beautiful folds of her pussy were right in front of him. The lips were swollen and pink, and they parted open welcoming him. Stewart latched his mouth over the hard little peak of her clit and sucked against her skin. Leah leaned back and moaned a deep guttural sound. 
            While he pushed his tongue against her, his hands came around her hips and his strong fingers massaged her smooth-shaven mound. Harder and faster he danced his tongue and his mouth filled with the sweet honey taste of her body.
            Her knees tightened against his head as the muscles in her legs tensed, ready for release. Stewart slowed down, using the suction of his mouth to pull hard on the skin around her clit, drawing it out from her body. Little cries escaped her lips. In the heat of the room, Stewart could feel how close she was.
            He gave her what she wanted, licking in a steady rhythm until mini spasms shot down her legs and her pussy exploded with heat.  She dropped her arms and fell back against his legs with a huge sigh.
            Stewart took one of her hands and squeezed it. “Merry Christmas,” he said.

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Guest post and Review: Lady of the Drake by JV Altharas

Today I have a guest post by the fantastic author of Lady of the Drake, JV Altharas.  This is an exciting erotic tale of an ancient dragon and his newly discovered mate.  But more on that later.  Let's have a look at what J V has to say about how he creates his characters.  Take it away J V!!

I was recently asked how I create new characters. For me, the most important aspect is being able to relate to them. I need to be able to get inside their heads to make them compelling and realistic, and to do that I need to connect with some aspect of their personalities. Often, that means including a little slice of myself or someone I’ve known in life. That little bit might never make it on the page, but it needs to be there.

Then it’s time for some back story. We all have events that change the course of our lives or the way we look at the world. I like to add a few of those and use them to help shape the character’s personality and my understanding of their perspective.

Every character also has a job to do in the story, and that has to shape them as well. Whatever lewd or ludicrous situations I have in store for them, they need to be the kind of people who would do the kinds of things they’re going to do.

I’m also a big believer that every character needs a few negative qualities. It’s tempting to write the hero with a pure heart and honor that never wavers, but characters that are all good or evil feel like they’re made of cardboard to me. Real people are far more complicated than that, and I think fictional people have to be as well.

Top that off with a few key personality traits. Are they quiet or extroverted, passive or aggressive, dominant or submissive, greedy or charitable, honest or deceitful? Nobody is all one or the other, but these qualities define how people interact with others and really solidify the character for me. Hopefully they’re feeling fleshed out and realistic at this point, and it’s time to put them in the story.

Once I start writing a piece, I find the characters really take on lives of their own. I get to know them, and after a while I’m just putting them in situations and letting them react. They become more like actors who are playing the parts the way they choose. That’s the really fun part for me, because I get a shift in my perspective that really helps me make the story more dynamic. Put a given person in a given situation and there are only a few ways they’re going to react, and the choices the author makes for them are what breathe life into a story.

Every scene is a chance to get to know them better. When I’m writing a longer piece, I try to keep an open mind and only a loose idea of where the story is going. I can’t count how many times I’ve gotten a great idea for a twist from one of my characters.

Ok...I'm buried....literally under my TBR pile goodness for tour dates that have to be filled or my pile would just keep growing!  I'm not complaining though.  One of the wonderful benefits of blogging is getting to know great authors and great works, such as this book here.  I loved this book but I have a thing for dragons.  And this one was erotic, saucy, and beautifully written.  I was taken aback by the original concepts thrown at me from this unique novel.  Let's take a quick peek before my review.

Lana's village is being consumed by a devastating plague. The last hope for a cure lies in a forbidden forest claimed by dragons.
Deep in the woods she finds a breathtaking realm of sorcery and untamed passion. Alaron, the seductive keeper of the forest, offers what she seeks and more.
She’s swept up in the mysterious keeper’s world of secrets, lust and magic; but the entire kingdom is dying--and there may be no way to save it!
Lana heard the waterfall in the distance, speeding up with a second wind. The pool was as breathtaking as she remembered, a hundred feet across and fed by a spring flowing from a huge crack in the sheer cliff above. She dropped her pack on the shore and sat for a moment, bracing herself for the cold swim ahead. She took off her boots and breeches, letting down her fiery hair, catching sight of what looked like a pile of gear on the opposite shore. Her heart skipped a beat when a man burst from beneath the water with a handful of leafy, purple plants. Lana stood frozen in disbelief. In the middle of the wilderness, where she’d never seen another living soul, someone had beaten her to the dragon bane when she needed it most. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
The man swam towards his gear, getting out of the water and laying the plants out to dry on a rock warmed by the sun. Lana stood silent and unnoticed, enjoying the view. Even at a distance her eyes caught the sunlight playing across his body, highlighting every ripple of flesh, allowing his thick cock to gleam in the sun. Perhaps this wouldn’t be a wasted trip, after all.
He noticed her as he turned and dove back in, swimming toward her. Lana was mesmerized as he cut through the water. Soon the man stood just off shore in water to his waist, matted dark hair showing a hint of curl, with a cockeyed smile that melted her. Lana was struck with the fact that she stood there wearing nothing but a tunic that barely reached mid-thigh.
He grinned. “Here to poach my garden again?”
She folded her arms. “Your garden? As far as I can see, this is open forest. Unless I’ve got my facts mixed up, only dragons claim these woods, and you seem a bit short on wings and scales.”
He laughed. “Ah, then you challenge my claim. Well then, I suppose it’s everyone for themselves. There’s more down there, but you’ll have to beat me to it.”
“Very well,” she replied. “Just turn around so I can finish undressing.”
“And if I don’t?”
Lana met his playful gaze, feeling a twinge between her legs, saying, “Then I’ll wonder if I can trust you to be a gentleman once I’m in the water.”
Stroking his chin, he said, “Hmm, I suppose that does present you with a choice to make. Still, the water is lovely. And who would expect to find a gentleman out here in the wilderness?” He made no move to turn away, daring her with his eyes.
Lana tested the water with a toe, shocked to find it as warm as a bath, wondering why she hadn’t noticed the steam rising from it earlier. The young healer decided she’d come too far to leave without her prize, and there were far worse things than a naked swim with a handsome stranger. Lana stripped off her loose tunic, revealing a toned body and a pair of firm breasts. She held his gaze, wading into the water to meet him, nipples constricting as she got a closer look.
If he wanted a race, he’d get one. She dove past him with a smirk and swam toward the falls, source of the turbulent water the plants required to thrive. It took a few dives to gather the dragon bane, and Lana grew more playful each time. The clear water gave her a shameless look at her rival, and she was more than a little distracted. Lana was tempted to throw herself at him without so much as exchanging names, a thought that was brazen even for her.
He laid the plants out to dry and rejoined her in the water, saying, “That’s four to you and six to me, I believe.” Four plants wouldn’t treat half the sick, but she had other needs to attend at the moment.
Lana took a handful of his cock, asking, “Is there anything I can do to thank the mysterious stranger for sharing?”
“That’s not very ladylike,” he said.
She responded with a kiss, feeling his cock begin to stiffen in her hand. It was big, maybe too big, but she wasn’t one to turn from a challenge. With a smile, she said, “A lady would have stayed on shore in the first place.”
A broad grin split his face as he beckoned her towards the falls, swimming away. The water was near scalding, steam bellowing out where cool mist should be spraying. Every nerve in her flesh was alive, screaming for his touch. Lana followed him through the curtain of water, secluded from the world around them, where he lifted her to sit on a rock ledge at the water line. Tired of waiting, she locked her ankles behind his back; squeezing him in a passionate embrace. For a long moment they tasted each other, his hands exploring her responsive flesh.
He teased an earlobe with his teeth, caressing her swollen mound with his fingers. “Is this what you had in mind?” he asked.
“Almost.” Lana grinned, leaning back on her hands. He sank into the water, kissing a meandering path down her body, rewarded with sighs and whimpers along the way. She felt lips on her thigh, a finger teasing her clit, and his eager tongue parting her labia. Lana moaned, bucking her hips, grinding herself into him, as the beat of her pounding heart grew louder than the water crashing around them. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, twisting them while his tongue abused her clit. His mouth played rough, and she loved it.
Lana’s breathing became ragged and her moans grew louder. She wove a hand through his hair, squealing when a third finger disappeared between her slippery lips. The stretching sensation pushed her over the edge, and her own cries of climax drowned out the falls. She collapsed against the rock as waves of pleasure washed over her; half-senseless, half-desperate for more. He stood between her legs, toying with her nipples while the last convulsions subsided.
He took Lana’s hands, pulling her into another embrace. She stroked the hard cock pressing into her belly, marveling at its girth, still wondering what it would do to her pussy but eager to find out. She rested back on the cliff, guiding his shaft toward the tight hole his fingers had stretched, but he resisted.
Lana shot him a confused glance, but the light in his eyes said he was teasing. She asked, “What do I have to do, beg for it?” His response was a slow, deliberate nod. She was willing to play his game. Lana batted her eyes, pleading for his cock. She clenched her teeth, bracing herself to take the pain she knew was coming. Lana grunted, and thrashed, feeling as if she was being split in two while he forced his way inside her. Short, gentle strokes soon had her squealing.
He picked her up, still impaled on his cock, carrying her into the falls. Hot water cascaded over them like liquid fire, splashing her pussy with each thrust, sending her mind reeling into the ether. Lana felt herself stretched to the limit in a tempest of pain and pleasure. She buried her head in his chest, reveling in the strong hands under her ass as she bounced on his cock, wishing the moment would never end. Time and again she came, each orgasm squeezing him tighter, until the pain was just a memory.
“Please fill me,” she begged.
“Come for me one more time,” he said. “I’ll join you.” Lana felt another climax building, as if on his command. Their eyes met as he exploded inside her, the fire in his gaze launching her into another powerful orgasm. Lana threw her arms around him, holding tight, waiting for the aftershocks to fade. She stirred when he carried her out of the falls, realizing she’d passed out for a moment. He set her back on the ledge, pulling out as her body shook one last time.
Lana was giggling, with a glassy-eyed grin, while he covered her face and chest in kisses. He said, “For the record, I consider myself thoroughly thanked.”

My Review

Lana is orphaned at a young age and ends up being raised by the town's midwife.  She is groomed in the arts of healing and childbirth. Lana likes her job because she isn't expected to marry and become some lucky man's brood mare, popping out a child every 10 to 12 months.  Lana wanted a little more out of her life.  She wanted what she remembered her parents having, love.  But wanting a special type of love didn't mean she didn't have cravings.  Hey, there were opportunities to explore while she waited for her version of mister forever to come knocking. So when a gorgeous naked man stepped out of a pool she was getting ready to dive into, she knew this was one of those opportunities!

Alaron was pleasantly pleased to finally get to meet his little thief.  Lana had been taking herbs and plants out of his forest for many years.  But the forest saw her as no threat, so he had allowed her to come and go as she pleased.  She took only what she needed and caused no harm to the animals.  This alone had intrigued him.  But seeing her strip and join him in the quest of diving for dragons bane at the bottom of the pool was more than he could resist.  It didn't help that Lana was tempting him with her movements and body language.  He was after all only human?

Let me start out by saying how much I enjoyed this book.  The beginning was something straight out of every naughty girls bondage fantasy. But the story line developed quite nicely around the fact that this town was dripping with sexual freedom.  It was an interesting mix of the old world and European morals.  Sex was freeing and celebrated, unlike here in the US where its not talked about and everyone's personal kinks and whims are locked up behind closed doors.  SO anything is possible in this book!  I loved Lana because she was fearless and went after what she wanted, even though there was a point when it almost cost her her life.  I loved the creation of the human Gods against Dragons, the myths about the creation of this author's world.  It was new and unique!!  My favorite part of the book was the birth of their first child.  It totally threw me for a loop, both the conception and the actual birthing!!  This book was hot, spicy, and unique.  I highly recommend this book to other dragon-shifter fans.  You will not be disappointed!!  I loved this book and look forward to reading more from this author!!

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