Tuesday 24 February 2015

Just Desserts: Terri George and J.S. Snow

JUST DESSERTS: A Collection of Bite-Sized Delights presented by SecretHungers.com

Just Desserts is a buffet of deliciously naughty stories. These delights are as diverse as the authors who write them. It is my pleasure to reveal two of the more than twenty contributing authors to Just Desserts-debut, new, multi-published, award-winning and bestselling authors. ENJOY TODAY'S SPECIAL! Today, we feature one new and multi-published author. Take a moment to get to know them.

Claiming by J.S. Snow

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A stand-alone erotic short story
erotic romance
#claiming, #nutella, #erotic, #romance
  Celebrating the success of his number one New York Times Best Selling work, Will Clayton decides to in style with a mouth watering filet served in the finest five star restaurant, and then later claiming his woman in the most intimate and ultimate way. The outgoing and sexual adventurous Jay Hodges is more than willing to sate Will’s craving for her beautiful ass, all the while satisfying cravings of her very own.

Get to know J.S.

J.S. Snow began her literary obsession at the tender age of eleven with the first voluntarily read book Dear God It’s Me Margaret by Judy Blum. Only a few years later her fascination with fictional offerings really took root as she stepped into the mind of one of her hero’s Stephen King through his work Christine. Now that her fascination with fictional literature has firmly taken root, she is now seriously considering a twelve step program for her e-reader addiction, feeds her fascination of fiction with new literary offerings via her coveted e-reader, has a passion for dark chocolate, sweet tea and Heavy Metal music. She is the proud mother of a downright spectacular daughter (who was head banging in the belly) and lives with the belief that the mind where the imagination lives is a far more entertaining place than TV or movies ever will be. J.S. Snow currently resides in Central Florida and has been in the administrative office field for twenty eight years.

This sexiest food is:

There is nothing sexier in my opinion that freshly picked and cut fruit. Something about the natural and erotic juices that flows from each piece keeps the mind constantly wandering and wondering.

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

1. I wanted to be one of the first woman allowed to serve in military combat. 2. I am a tree hugging, save the spotted owl, birkenstock wearing liberal originally from the pacific northwest and will NEVER apologize for that. 3. I revel in the rare moments when I can say, "I finally figured it out." 4. Little kids freak me out, in fact, I don't really like them at all. Glad mine is now twenty-one. 5. I have hundreds of small panic attacks, every, single, day.

The sexiest place in the world is:

In the middle of the Moab desert, in a tent. Why? So when I really let loose, there's no one pounding on the wall asking me to shut the hell up.

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Feast on Me by Terri George

Stand-alone Erotic Short-Story
Contemporary Erotic Romance Ménage
#contemporary, #erotic, #romance, #kink, #erotica, #ménage,
They have the perfect marriage. They are happy. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to keep her. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for him. Even agreeing to the ultimate test of her love. But will their love survive it?

Get to know Terri

From a small child, Terri George has loved to lose herself in stories. She’s a firm believer that if heaven exists, it contains every novel ever written and has big squishy sofas to curl up on and read for all eternity.Her comedy play, The Magazine was performed at The Bush Theatre in London and her poetry has been published in several anthologies. However, what she really wanted to write were novels. With several unfinished manuscripts languishing in the depths of her computer’s hard drive, it was her discovery of erotic romance that led her to the realisation this is the genre she should be writing. As English as they come, Terri couldn’t survive without tea. From Rachmaninov to Aerosmith her taste in music is best described as eclectic. And she makes a mean chocolate cake.

The sexiest food is:

Slivers of succulent fruit are SO sensual. Feeding them to your partner... all those juices running down your fingers (and who know where else) just begging to be licked off...And don't we all agree that chocolate is seriously sexy? Why? Because eating the stuff produces all those delicious endorphins and the phenylethylamines in chocolate releases dopamine into the same pleasure centres of the brain as an orgasm does. And think of the fun that can be had with chocolate body paint!

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

  • It may not seem it from my FB posts, but in RL I can actually be quite shy. A small gathering of people I can handle, but parties - especially those where I only know the person I'm going with or who's giving it - terrify me.
  • Although I like to cut loose every once in a while, truth be told I'm a homebody. Apart from the obvious reasons, that's why I'd love to be a full-time writer. I could stay home in my PJs writing, reading and laughing with my friends on Facebook.
  • I hate promoting myself. Maybe it's the shyness kicking in or something to do with me being English. We see self promotion as bragging and boasting. Two very undesirable attributes to have.
  • I don't know how surprising this is and certainly people who know me know this about me, but I've been vegetarian for over twenty years. It's not that I have a problem with eating animals per se, but I do have a huge problem with how animals are kept and slaughtered. And the thought of wearing fur is anathema to me.
  • Okay time to confess - even at the risk of offending. I don't believe in God. I'd always struggling with the concept of God, but after reading Richard Dawkins' The God Delusion I breathed a huge sigh of relief realising it was okay not to believe. If your faith brings you comfort then I'm happy for you. Just don't ram it down my throat. You see how this works? You have the right to believe and I have the right to not believe. So please don't take my non-belief as a personal insult.

Sexiest place on earth is:

Okay I'm going to cheat here. Why do you need to be somewhere exotic for a sexy interlude as this question implies? I'm a firm believer that it's not where you are, but who you're with that matters. Great sex doesn't require an exotic backdrop. If you're with the right person and all you're thinking about is that person and how good it feels then locale is irrelevant.

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New Release - Memories of Us by H K Carlton

New Adult contemporary erotic romance

When the present and the past collide… 

Call Barstow spent the better part of his teenage years fighting off the sexual advances of Karis Hirt. Gorgeous, wild, promiscuous, and his best friend, Trey’s little sister, to boot. This in the teenage boy vernacular is referred to as pure unadulterated hell! 

Determined to keep his friends from his sister, Trey swears all his buddies to a hands-off-the-sister pact, which Call takes very seriously. Call’s pledge is only made more torturous when the sensual little vixen, Karis, is determined to make him break his vow. But his constant rejection only drives her to rebel, leaving her reputation in tatters. 

Years later, Karis resurfaces in Call's life—a subdued version of the wild child he remembers. Suddenly the pact doesn’t seem important anymore, nor does her spotty reputation. As Call begins to reconcile the past-and-present Karis, he is inundated with memories of her and soon finds himself head over heels with the girl who consumed his youth. 

Can Call not only forget but overlook her shadowed sexual history for a bright new future? Or will Karis’ wild past only lead to their eventual ruin?

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Monday 23 February 2015

Sexy as Hell - Special Offer!


The Sexy as Hell Boxed Set is currently at a knock-down discount price of only 99c/99p on Amazon for one week only!



Friday 20 February 2015

Just Desserts: Introducing Lee Rene and Kristin Aragon

JUST DESSERTS: A Collection of Bite-Sized Delights presented by SecretHungers.com

Just Desserts is a buffet of deliciously naughty stories. These delights are as diverse as the authors who write them. It is my pleasure to reveal two of the more than twenty contributing authors to Just Desserts-debut, new, multi-published, award-winning and bestselling authors. ENJOY TODAY'S SPECIAL! Today, we feature one new and one debut author. Even though neither of these ladies are new to writing fiction, they are indulging in some naughty delights.

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The Sweetness in the Pudding by Lee Rene

A stand-alone erotic short story
erotic romance
#NOLA #erotic #neworleans #frenchquarter #warmpudding #sweetness
  Lizzie, a New Orleans native and recent college graduate, has come to a standstill in her first relationship. She loves Nicholas, a young law student, but because of his misplaced religious notions, he refuses to be sexual with her. They live in the most sexual city in the States yet he refuses to even French kiss her. After their turbulent breakup, Lizzie flees to the Vieux Carre for comfort food. She's unaware that Nicholas has followed her into one of the Quarter's bakery shops. The place is a strange, old-fashioned sweet-shop, deserted except for the proprietress who escorts them into a private drawing room. Lizzie and Nicholas decide to share a bowl of banana pudding and end up sharing a great deal more.

Get to know Lee

Lee is a jazz-loving author of Erotic Romances, Young Adult and New Adult novels. She had the good fortune of being born in one the most diverse cities in the world, sun-kissed Los Angeles. The City of the Angels is more than just palm trees, toned bodies and beaches, it’s a fusion of people, languages and cultures. In the past, She worked as a lifestyle writer for magazines in Los Angeles, San Francisco, New York and Vancouver as well as entertainment journalist and movie reviewer in print, online, and on radio in the Los Angeles area. She is a student of American History and her works are usually set in the past. When she's not writing away, she spends her time watching movies from the golden era on TCM, delving into history, enjoying classical music and jazz and reading Gothic literature. Her first published novel is an erotic romance written under my nom de plume, Lee Rene. Her interest in writing Erotic Romance started percolating when she read work by J. Kenner and Sylvia Day. Although she attempted to write romance novels in the past, she found her voice in the world of erotic literature. The New Orleans Hothouse is the first if other stories set on the cobbled streets of New Orleans’s Rue St. Marc. It’s her sincere wish that lovers of dark romances join her on my journey.

This sexiest food is:

I love all New Orleans's confections: meringue pie, pralines, beignets, lemon ices, Banana's Foster, chocolate bread pudding, and cream brulee. "I'm a political animal and love politics.

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

  • I love James Brown's music.
  • I'm a fan of ice skating.
  • I live in Los Angeles and don't like the beach.
  • I love churches but am not religious.
  • I'm a political animal and love politics

The sexiest place in the world is:

I love San Francisco, my favorite get-away. It's a stunning city with beautiful hotels, incredible restaurants, and dramatic views.

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Sinful Universe: Your Move by Kristin Aragon

Stand-alone Erotic Short-Story
contemporary erotic romance
#RockGods #BodiBabes #WinesnDines #ChocolateVixen #FlanBomb #SweetNSassy #RockNSex #RockNCake #SinfulUniverse #HerMove
Sinful Universe is on the rise to stardom. Five men, bonded by their love of music, rock around the world. Bode, bass player extraordinaire, is tiring of lonely nights, and groupies were never his thing. He wants to know a woman. Someone like... Keegan Johanson lives a precarious life, nurse by day and party girl by night. Her life is perfect. Twice a month she travels to whatever city Sinful Universe is playing to visit her best friend. Princeton Steele is protective and a pain in Keegan's love life. The perpetual 'Doesn't want her but doesn't want anyone else to have her.' She's restless and looking for a good time. And she knows just the man.

Get to know Kristin

Kristin grew up in the Texas Panhandle where she learned to bend with the winds and twist in the breezes when her muse disappeared. She has a B.A. in General Studies and is working toward her Masters in English.
She is a mother of two, a wife, story-teller, and book-builder. At anytime she could be working on a new paranormal romance, NA contemporary, or erotica, depending on the what the voices in her head tell her--they are rarely quiet for long.

The sexiest food is:

I love hot chocolate molten cake with a large scoop of vanilla bean ice cream sitting right on top. Drizzle a little chocolate and caramel sauce over the entire dish and you'll have my full attention. The varied textures and polar opposite temperatures are an orgasm for the mouth, or if you are home alone with your other, the one dessert contains everything for a night of blindfolds and experimenting. Now show me what you can do, lover.

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

  • I am a perfectionist in the worst of ways.
  • I am an adrenaline junky.
  • I read approximately five books a week.
  • I love to dance in the rain. Literally.
  • I still believe in Santa. Just ask my mom.

Sexiest place on earth is:

Take me to a deserted island close to the Bahamas. I love the water, waves, and surf. The idea of me and my lover having the place to ourselves thrills me. Late night skinny dipping, sex on the beach, swimming with the dolphins, then indoors for another round of romping

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Monday 16 February 2015

Just Desserts: Introducing Libby Sinclair and Christine Severin

JUST DESSERTS: A Collection of Bite-Sized Delights presented by SecretHungers.com

Just Desserts is a buffet of deliciously naughty stories. These delights are as diverse as the authors who write them. It is my pleasure to reveal two of the more than twenty contributing authors to Just Desserts-debut, new, multi-published, award-winning and bestselling authors. ENJOY TODAY'S SPECIAL! Today, we feature two debut authors. Even though neither of these ladies are new to writing fiction, this is their first recipe for erotic romance.

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Cake Topper by Libby Sinclair

A stand-alone story from the Incarnation Chronicles
science fiction, erotic romance
#SFR SFRB #scfirom #SFRBrig
  Emilee has had her eye on Grieg since the first time she met the tall blue alien. Now that the treaty is signed turning enemies into allies, she can make her move and find out just how blue he can get.

Get to know Libby

Libby Sinclair is a science fiction romance fictionist, and has been writing for the last ten years. She is happily married and although her husband doesn’t understand her fiction habit, he accepts it.

This sexiest food is:

I love chocolate covered strawberries. There is something sensual about the rich chocolate and the light sweet strawberries that always held my fascination.

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

1) I want to learn to play the concertina. 2) I have a heart-shaped birthmark on my hand. 3) I am related (very distantly) to Ulysses S. Grant. 4) I've seen every episode of Star Trek TNG, DS9, & Voyager. 5) I get a lot of compliments on my hair."

The sexiest place in the world is:

A secluded tropical island with every amenity but complete solitude. No interruptions, no work, no noise but the waves and wind.

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Cherry Lips by Christine Severin

A stand-alone erotic short story
time-travel, erotica
#cherrylips #cherrylipgloss #firsttime #erotica #magicnookie #sexy #whatif #2ndchances
What if she had given into Ben back when they were young? Thanks to a chance happening and a retro tube of lip gloss with a magic spell, Jen gets a chance to find out.

Get to know Christine

Christine was born in the desert on a snowy night. As the flakes cooled the hot earth, she came into the world ready to explore the duality of man and the sating of desire. Over the years she's grown to appreciate sy-fy romance and erotica that puts characters in challenging or unusual settings.

The sexiest food is:

Carrots

Five things you'd be surprised to know about me:

  • I have a mole on the palm of my hand
  • I have a freckle on my eye
  • I once had sex with a drag queen
  • I have a weird crush on Jeremy Irons - It's the voice.
  • I collect unicorns and garden gnomes.

Sexiest place on earth is:

Forget the earth, weightless shagging has to be complicatedly fun.

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Sunday 15 February 2015

Release Day for Dangerous Surrender


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Would you give yourself to a stranger? Gwendolyn Myers never thought about it until she runs into Marcus ‘Bowie’ Ford at the Pink Pussy, a rundown hotel at the edge of town. She’s on the run, but one taste of the sexy biker is enough to convince her that her running days might be over.

Saturday 14 February 2015

Just Desserts Cover Reveal

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Cover Reveal for Just Desserts: A Multi-Author Collection of Bite-Sized Delights

Presented by SecretHungers.com

 

More than twenty of your favorite bestselling, award-winning and debut erotic authors invite you to skip the main course and indulge in the naughtiest of desserts.

 

This collection of delicious contemporary and paranormal erotic romances is sure to satisfy even the most sinful appetites.

Be prepared to be teased each week as we pull back the blindfold to reveal our contributors.

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Friday 13 February 2015

Out Now - In Expert Hands by Lily Harlem


Out Now - hot BDSM billionaire novel



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Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.

Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.

And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams.



IN EXPERT HANDS has a spin-off short story, IN SAFE HANDS which is featured in the Brit Babes SEXY JUST GOT RICH anthology. Go grab your copy and let yourself fall into the dark, erotic world of the Ward brothers – remember to call them Sir if you’re wearing their collar!



Excerpt from IN EXPERT HANDS 

“Would you like a drink?” he asked over the sound of the music.
“I’m okay, unless you want one.”
“No. I drank water after my workout.” He urged her forward. “So shall we go straight into a playroom?”
“If that’s what you want?”
He glanced at his watch. “There should be something going on to satisfy our voyeur plans for the evening.”
They stepped toward the bar.
Kane indicated another doorway at the opposite end that had a chain mail curtain hanging from its frame. “It’s through there.”
“Ah, K. Long time no see.” A man wearing a similar jacket to Kane’s but with only two stars over the breast pocket extended his hand.
He didn’t wear a mask and Imogen could see that his smile was genuine.
“Nate, how have you been?” Kane took his hand and they shook.
“Great, been in the City for a few weeks on business. Making the most of my free time by coming here.” Nate turned to Imogen and raised his eyebrows. “You have company.”
“Don’t look so surprised.” Kane squeezed Imogen a little closer.
“I am. You don’t usually bring guests. Special occasion?”
Imogen felt Kane tense. She sensed he wasn’t enjoying having his break from the ordinary commented on. “
No occasion,” Kane said. “Good to see you, Nate, perhaps we’ll get chance to catch up later.”
“Yep. That would be cool.” Nate held up what appeared to be a glass of fizzy water and nodded. He kept his attention on Imogen. “Enjoy your evening here at Sup Space. I’m sure Master K will address your every need.”
“Thank you.” Imogen smiled then felt her cheeks heat as Nate swept his gaze down her bodystarting at the collar, then lingering on her breasts and finally on her boots.
Kane stepped forward, tugging her with him. “This way.”
After several paces she touched the collar. “This, around my neck,” she said quietly. “What would happen if I wasn’t wearing it?”
“It would make you fair bait for men like Nate, who are just out to play in a scene, find someone to hook up with.” He glanced at her. “He had no right to look at you like that.”
“Well, the outfit kind of screams look at me.”
“That’s not the point.”
“Oh.” She was confused. “It’s not?”
“No. You’re with me. I’ve claimed you with a collar. What’s more, I outrank him. He should show more respect.”
“You outrank him?”
“Of course.” He pulled back the chain curtain and opened a door. He ushered Imogen into the new room.
Imogen opened her mouth and stared around, thoughts of Nate vanishing.
Kane moved her from the doorway and into the shadows. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist
“What are your first impressions?” he asked by her ear, his lips brushing her lobe and his breath heating a trail down her neck.
She leant back into him, loving being so close, held by him. But she couldn’t concentrate fully on his embrace because of what was before her. “It’s…sexy.”
“Mmm, I’m glad you think so,” he said, the soft material of his mask rubbing against her temple. “What else?”
She looked around. The room was sectioned into six large cubicles, each one decorated in dark tones and with a combination of low lights and spotlights. Each three-walled area held a bed or a table or some other piece of equipment in the center. Three spaces were occupied.
There was an audience, too, couples, singles, threesomes sitting on more large sofas. Imogen could only see the backs of their heads. Some appeared enraptured, others holding quiet conversations.
“Tell me,” Kane urged, slipping his hand over the smooth material covering her waist. “What do you think about that, over there, to your left.”
Imogen was already staring in that direction. It had been the main thing that had captured her attention.
A naked woman was bent double, tied to a skinny padded table with her ankles fastened to the legs and her arms stretched out on two platforms, crucifix-like. Her skin was pale except for her behind, which was scarlet.
Beside her stood a mandressed like Kane in black trousers and a velvet jacketwielding a flogger. He walked around the woman as if surveying the marks on her ass then cracked down the many strands over her skin.
Imogen jerked and a tingle traveled over her buttocks, as though her nerves were empathetic with what the woman on the table was going through.
The man hit again.
The woman groaned and moved her head, her face coming into Imogen’s view. She had her eyes screwed up tight and her lips were parted. There was a flush of red on her cheeks that matched the rosy blush on her backside.
“Talk to me,” Kane said softly.
“Is she enjoying it?” Imogen asked, although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. The woman appeared to be in ecstasy, as though she’d folded in on herself and only her body and sensation existed.
“Very much so,” Kane said. “Master Zen is very capable of working his sub towards orgasm just through striking her.”
“Are they just…playing a scene or are they…?”
“Lovers, committed to each other? Yes, actually those two are. They’re regulars here and live the lifestyle.”
“The lifestyle?”
“Yes.” He slid his hand to her collar and spanned it with his thumb and fingers. “They live full time as Dom and sub. He commands and she obeys.”
“It sounds…old-fashioned.” Imogen wasn’t sure about the obeying thing. She’d known friends who’d purposely had that removed from their wedding vows.
“It’s a symbiotic relationship,” Kane went on, smoothing his fingers around her collar and brushing her skin.
A small shiver ran down Imogen’s spine.
The woman was struck againseveral times in fast succession.
Imogen stared at the spectacle.
“You see,” Kane said. “She needs to be adored, cared for, taken through life by the man she loves. He needs to protect her, satisfy her, ensure that everything is perfect for her at all times. That is what makes him feel complete.”
“And that includes this. Beating?”
“Beating, spanking, flogging, whatever you want to call it, yes, it includes this, because that’s what they both enjoy, it’s their thing. It’s their kink.”
Kane went quiet and Imogen watched as Master Zen stood directly behind his sub. He appeared to fiddle at his groin then his pants loosened around his hips. He pushed forward.
The woman arched her back and her cry echoed around the room.
He reached for her shoulders, dragged her onto him.
“He’s…” Imogen said.
“Yes. He’s clearly very pleased with her. She’d getting exactly what she wants tonight.” Kane’s voice was low and husky, as though the sight was turning him on.
Imogen watched, fascinated as the Dom began to fuck his woman with urgency. The sub couldn’t move, she was strapped down, but he was moving for them. Thrusting in and out, hard, frantic, gripping her shoulders, her hair, her hips. His hands were all over her.
Imogen’s knickers dampened and she shifted within Kane’s arms.
“Would you like to get fucked like that?” Kane whispered.
Imogen half turned to him, his words a shock, despite where they were and what they were watching.
“Tell me,” he said, cupping her cheek and her holding face. “Tell me what you’re thinking?”
“I…” Imogen was breathing heavily. Fuck. What was she thinking? That she wanted to get fucked like that? She wanted to feel the flogger?
“Would you like to be her, on that table, with Master Zen taking you to the exquisite high she is rocketing towards right now?” Kane asked. “Red and sore, filled to the max? Nothing else in your mind except claiming that pleasure?”
She did, but it wasn’t Master Zen she wanted behind her, yanking her hair, scratching and marking her skin. Sinking deep, so deep. Filling her to bursting point.
It was Kane, or K as he was known here. It was him she wanted.
“Imogen,” Kane murmured, his mouth almost touching hers. “Talk to me.”
“Yes.” The word scratched from her throat. “But
He pressed his thumb over her lips, flattening them against her teeth. “No buts. Or if there are, tell me later.” He gave a brief smile. “Yes is enough.”



Sunday 8 February 2015

FREE from Lily Harlem

Free on Amazon - Caught on Camera Part One!



Find out all the details on this hot new MM serial on my website.