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Virginia Miller is an up-and-coming tennis star. She’s gone from a ratty tennis court in a park in south London, England, to the world’s top training facility—Los Carlos Tennis Academy in California. In awe of the talent around her, Virginia is all the more determined to make the most of the opportunity and show that she’s worthy of her place there. Her mentor, Nadia Gorlando, has every faith in her.

But Virginia finds herself distracted—Nadia, as well as being a top-notch tennis player, is seriously sexy, and Virginia’s mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t. Will her crush get in the way of her career, or can she find a way to push the other woman out of her mind before it’s too late?

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Excerpt:

Nadia Gorlando and I had just gotten off the exercise bikes in the gym when one of the academy’s coaches, Peter Ross, headed over to us, all smiles.

“Hey, Nadia,” he said, his all-American grin widening and his blond hair flopping down over his forehead, “I need a huge favor.”

I flicked my gaze to Nadia. She raised one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and waited for him to continue. He did.

“I totally lost track of time just now and I have an appointment with Travis Connolly. Would you mind wiping down my machine for me? Or maybe stick a note on it saying it’s out of order? I don’t want to leave it all sweaty for someone else. You’ll be doing me a real solid. I’ll owe you.”

My jaw almost hit the floor.

Now Nadia rolled her eyes, looked over at the offending machine, then back at Peter. “Sure, I understand,” she said, as cool as ice. “The world’s number one can’t wait. Go right ahead—I’ll fix it for you.”

He babbled a load of thanks, then jogged out of the gym.

I gaped at her. “You’re not going to do it, are you?”

Nadia chuckled. “Of course not. He may be coaching Travis Connolly and Rufus Lampani for the US Open, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to clean up his mess.” She pointed with her chin over to the machine Peter had just vacated. “Come on, V, I’ll show you how I’m going to deal with this.”

I followed her, grinning. Her tone told me that it was going to be something fun. Well, for us, anyway. Probably not for Peter.

Sure enough, when she returned from the room off the side of the gym, she had a pad of paper and a pen in her hands. Deliberately shielding the pad from my view, she wrote something down, then pulled off the top sheet. Folding it, she then propped it on the sweat-slicked seat so the writing was on view to anyone who happened past.

When I’d read and absorbed the words, I turned to Nadia, impressed. Her smile lit up her face, showing dimples in each cheek, and her brown eyes gleamed with amusement.

It was in that moment that I decided I had the serious hots for Nadia Gorlando.

The sign read,

PLEASE EXCUSE THE STATE OF THIS MACHINE. PETER ROSS, TENNIS COACH SUPREMO, “LOST TRACK OF TIME”.

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

 

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Your blog hostess:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in

Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at [email protected]

–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe

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In Katya’s  To Snarl or to Snuggle,Chloe just wants to make it through her whirlwind wedding. Too bad life isn’t cooperating.

Otherwise, her life is just about perfect. She’s finally got her psychic abilities under control, her relationship with her father has never been better, and she’s finally marrying her shape-shifter boyfriend Jorge. But when a teenage shape-shifter in need of help leads Jorge’s rival to their door, Chloe’s perfect life deserts her. Chloe’s mother and grandmother find themselves in a psychic feud that leaves Chloe caught in the wake, and a woman with suspect motives insinuates herself into Chloe’s life. Throw in a shocking revelation about the origins of her family’s extrasensory abilities, and she’s not sure she’ll make it down the aisle in one piece, let alone live long enough for a happily ever after…

And she thought meeting her in-laws was tough.

Here’s an excerpt:

“So what was up with your lack of cake enthusiasm?” My best friend Naomi peers at me over her latte. We’re taking a wedding planning respite at our favorite coffee place.

She clearly knows something is wrong. Usually I love cake, food, all things with sugar and fat. And, of all the tedious parts of planning my wedding, tasting the cake was supposed to be the highlight.

Naomi starts tapping her fingers and her blue-eyed stare means business. I’m not getting out of spilling the beans. Time to woman up.

“I found an old letter I wrote to my mom.” I stare down into my Earl Grey latte and try not to let my emotions run away with me.

“From when?”

“I was sixteen. Wrote it the day I tore up every picture of her I had.” I didn’t need to say more.

Before Naomi can say anything, there’s a commotion at the entrance. A boy, maybe twelve or thirteen, careens into an empty table just inside the door, almost knocking it over. I know puberty can have its awkward gangly growth spurt phases, but this is no ordinary stumbling. At first, I assume he’s drunk or stoned or something—sad, I know, for a young teen— but then I notice some awfully shaggy hair sprouting from his neck and spreading under his shirt.

Shit. He’s a shape-shifter, and by the looks of it, one who isn’t prepared to be going through a transition. Given his age, this is probably his first shift or close to it. Odds say he’s an orphan shifter—born into a family who doesn’t know shape-shifters exist but have some rogue genes in their DNA. Puberty takes hold, and boom, you find out you’re a shape-shifter.

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Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?

Abandoned by her mother and raised by a father who’d given up on life, Chloe doesn’t let anyone get close. Lucky for her, she can communicate with animals—telepathically. Animals are the only people she needs. When a suspected dogfighting ring comes to her attention, Chloe decides to do a little spying. In her rush to win the dogs’ trust, she almost gets caught.

Until a sexy stranger intervenes, and she finds she can overhear his thoughts. She’s never been able to hear people, and this man’s about as sexy as she’s ever seen. It’s more than intellectual curiosity that drives her to discover his secret: he’s a jaguar shape-shifter, and the presence of this cat among the dogs might be a bit too much to handle. But the animal attraction is just too hot to resist, and the passion between them makes both the sparks—and the fur—fly…

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A Word from the Author:

I like books that are funny and fun to read (and hot!) but also make me think or look at the world in a new way.

These days you’ll find me writing, pet sitting, juggling a number of freelance gigs, and reigning as my home’s domestic goddess. I live in the Midwestern U.S. with my husband, dog and cats. Alas, I have, as of yet, been unable to teach my husband how to purr. I love to hear from readers. Connect with me:

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Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.

Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at [email protected]

–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe

–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello

–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/

–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

Today I introduce to you Highland Vampire, a short story in which a damsel in distress finds herself in a creepy castle with a hot guy who may or may not be a vampire.
“Do you trust me?” Garrett’s hand found my pussy, caressing between the folds.
Breathless, mindless, I could hardly speak. “I…I guess.”
He slipped a finger inside me, and my wetness belied my hesitant answer. He chuckled, then turned me over, twisting the scarf binding my wrists. It tightened. My face was in the pillows and my buttocks in the air.
“What a lovely sight.” He caressed my ass, ran a finger along my crack, stopped at the snug back portal.
I drew in a sharp, frightened breath. I’d never liked anal sex. “I, uh, I don’t know if I want to do that.”
“Do what?” His voice was reasonable. Something warm and wet touched the sensitive bud. His tongue? Then something entered me, its way eased by the wetness.  “Irresistible.”
His finger pumped me slowly while he caressed my clit with his other hand.  Writhing, I rubbed my aroused nipples against the sheets. A glittering pleasure shot along every nerve ending.

Highland Vampire, a short story by Suz deMello

Hands palmed my rear, separating me. I whimpered.
“You’re very open,” he whispered.
“Am I?” Every muscle was tight and tense. I didn’t want this…or did I? Garrett was a tender and considerate lover, and I couldn’t believe he’d hurt me. “I’m scared.”
“Don’t be.” His hands clenched on my ass a moment before his cock thrust deeply into my pussy.
Relieved, I arched and bowed, pushing back and forth into the rhythm he ordered. Then, with the next surge, his open hand met my buttcheek. The smack vibrated through me, reverberated around the room.
I gasped and jerked. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m spanking your pretty rear end, kylyrra. Hasn’t anyone else ever spanked your bottom? It’s fair irresistible, your bum.”
“You’re the bum here.”
“Now, don’t be cheeky.” Each syllable and thrust was punctuated with a loud slap on my ass, which tingled and stung. “And don’t tell me I’m hurting you, either. Your pussy tells me differently.”
That was true. With my channel open and dripping with sex juices, he rode me with ease. The sound of his merciless spanking alternated with the sucking and slurping of my pussy as his cock pierced my core. My bound hands forced me to focus on responding to him with the rest of my body. My entire being seemed gathered into my glowing cunt and flaming bottom.
I was about to come when he leaned forward, spearing me deeply, and gripped my hands. My legs spread wide, my ass burning, I had never felt so taken, so possessed, in my life.
Like what you read? Score your copy here:
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About me:

Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com
–For editing services, email her at [email protected]
–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe
–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello
–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/
–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

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Last decade, I sold four books to Silhouette Romance, a now-defunct line that had very tight strictures regarding lovemaking–after marriage only. My first book I sold to them lacked sex but was crammed with sexual tension. Thereafter I spent a great deal of time figuring out how I could get my characters married and screwing by the midpoint of the book.
SilRom folded and I found  myself orphaned. The plus side to that was that I could now write without restrictions…sort of. The challenge of writing erotic romance is cramming in as much sex as possible, which means getting the characters naked and writhing early in the book–but that  lovemaking must be meaningful. Erotica and erotic romance are not porn. The characters are falling in love, so the sex has to be, well, logical. It has to make sense within the context of the developing romantic relationship.
How is that done?
One way of doing that is starting the book not with a “first meet,” but well into the relationship. I did this in Gypsy Witch. Here’s how that shortie starts:

Short story from Suz deMello and Ellora’s Cave

Ben propped himself up on his elbows to better see the naked woman beneath him. Sheened with sweat, Elena’s lush curves glowed in the reddish half-light of her bedroom, curtained in exotically patterned swaths of gauze and silk. A curl of smoke from a lit incense stick scented the air with sandalwood. Otherworldly New Age music flowed out of a boom box in the corner, irritating the hell out of him. 
Elena’s bedroom was that of a gypsy witch, and despite the incredible sex he’d been having with her for a month, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall under her spell. Except for in the sack, she wasn’t his type.
So the story starts when the hero is already inside the heroine.
In another short story, a more BDSM oriented one, the hero and heroine, law enforcement agents, must infiltrate a drug trafficking ring disguised as a slave and her master. The sex in For My Master is early in the story and extremely intense, for the characters had long lusted after each other. The assignment gave them the opportunity to act upon their repressed desires:
Ross walked around the barrier of his desk and knelt next to Kathie’s chair.

For My Master, BDSM fiction from Ellora’s Cave

His face was now level with hers, his gaze fixed on her eyes, her wide, nervous, expectant eyes. He read fear there, as well as blatant feminine curiosity.
He’d have her exactly the way he wanted, but he’d have to take care. A single wrong move, and she’d bolt.
Ross leaned closer, inhaling her cologne, a fresh, bright scent he didn’t recognize but suited her perfectly. He let his lips brush her neck, and watched the tiny hairs shift in subtle response. “Can you give me unswerving obedience?” he murmured into her ear before nipping the lobe.
She gasped, and he chuckled. “Just let go, Belmont. Just…let go.”
She turned her head to shoot him a steady look from compelling hazel eyes. This time, their gazes met and clashed. Her eyes were bold, unflinching, utterly unafraid. That surprised him, but Belmont often surprised him. It was hard to remember that her naïve façade hid a smart, savvy agent.
He’d respected her competence and admired her beauty. Now he’d enjoy bending her to his will.
 If these stories interest you, here’s where you can find them:
Gypsy Witch: http://bit.ly/GypsyWitch (Amazon)
http://www.ellorascave.com/gypsy-witch.html (publisher’s site)
For My Master: http://bit.ly/4Master (Amazon)
http://www.ellorascave.com/for-my-master.html (publisher’s site)
About me:

Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com
–For editing services, email her at [email protected]
–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe
–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello
–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/
–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

 

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Phoenix and Dragon is a BDSM romantic suspense, and one of my favorite books. Both hero and heroine are strong, interesting characters, revealing their secrets as the book continues.
Here’s what it’s about:
Tough, clever and beautiful, biracial detective Liza Bowman struggles with a San Francisco kidnapping case until she finds the victim’s secret sex diary, which reveals that the young female vic went to a bar dressed in scanty red leather and read The Story of O. She hasn’t been seen since.
Liza recklessly imitates the vic and falls into the hands of James Li, the most notorious whoremaster in the city. Wealthy and handsome, James has already crossed paths with Liza—when she dared to arrest him.
In James’ view, reading a famous bondage novel in public is a blatant come-on, and he’s eager and ready to give his nemesis what she wants.
And here’s a sexy spanking snippet to sharpen your appetite for more kinky fun.
James led her to the bed. Two feet away, he stuck out a foot and tripped her. With a startled yelp, she fell, but he caught her around the waist and tossed her onto the mattress’s middle. When he landed atop her, they became a flailing tangle of limbs. She tried to sort herself out but he quickly controlled

Phoenix and Dragon, XXX romantic suspense set in San Francisco

her with his lean, powerful body. He opened her thighs with one knee, grabbed her hip and shoved into her wet, ready pussy then pushed his tongue into her mouth.
He banged and came without a condom or any apparent regard for her, pulling out when he was done and flipping her over so she lay across his lap. The whole fuck happened so fast she barely had time to think, let alone feel, before he gave her ass five hard swats.
The slaps reverberated through her like a gong. She squirmed and shrieked, more with surprise than pain, but he held her tight and continued to spank her. “You’re getting nice and red, but not enough.”
He began to spank her with steady swats on her rump and thighs that stung then heated. Her cunt burned from the repeated entries while her slit dripped from his come and her need.
She struggled and moaned, overwhelmed by complex emotions she couldn’t understand or explain. The pain was explicitly sexual and transported her into another realm. With the mirrored headboard two feet away from her face, she was forced to watch, to see her open, panting mouth, and eyes, eyes that went from frantic to wanton.
Like what you read? Get a copy here:
http://bit.ly/PhoenixDragon (Amazon)
http://www.ellorascave.com/phoenix-and-dragon.html (publisher’s site)
Here’s a little about me:
Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written

Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com
–For editing services, email her at [email protected]
–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe
–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello
–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/
–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads
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My guest today is the lovely and talented Lisabet Sarai, who is talking about her sexy shapeshifter novella.

Funny how things work out. The first chapter of my new novella, The Eyes of Bast, started life as a disguised promo post for an adult toy vendor.

A marketing person contacted me by email, asking if I’d be willing write a blog post about their shop and their products. In return, they offered me a gift certificate which I could either use myself or offer as a prize to my readers.

At first I demurred. I don’t like blogs that feel like commercials. (I even feel that way about posts that market my own books!) On the other hand, I was sure that a sex toy gift voucher would be an attractive prize, for at least some of my readers.

So I made a deal. I told the marketing lady I’d write a story that featured sex toys instead. I’d offer the voucher as a prize for readers who commented on the story. And I’d include the toy store’s banner and a link as part of the prize description.

That’s why the first chapter of The Eyes of Bast  features a rather steamy scene of self-pleasure, utilizing a lavishly described dildo.

I had no plans to expand the 2000 word blog post into a novella. Once I’d created the character of Shaina, though, she wanted more space. I pretty much had to continue the tale. So I made it into a serial on my website, posting a new chapter each month. (Okay, I admit I missed some months. The best laid plans and all that…!)

As the action reached its climax, I wrote faster. By now I’d realized I had an actual book, not just a one-off blog composition. When I put the chapters together into a single manuscript, I was pleasantly surprised by the story’s continuity, drama and heat. Not bad for something originally intended to sell dildos!

I hope that you’ll agree.

And here’s a mega-sexy excerpt:

It was near dawn when I woke again. In the pearl-gray light filtering through the blinds, my familiar furnishings were strange and ghostly, shrouded in shadow. Stretching, I realized I was no longer on the floor. My bed had been unfolded, and I lay stretched out on the sheets, nude. Alone.

Groggy with sleep, I raised myself on my elbows to scan the room. It appeared to be empty. “Tom?” I whispered. There was no answer. A sense of unreality seized me. Had I dreamed the entire scene – the handsome intruder, the overwhelmingly sensual kiss, the orgasm that had shot me straight into the stratosphere? I recalled my devastating arousal in the stranger’s presence. What was going on? Could I be suffering from some kind of hormonal imbalance? This seemed like something more than the normal horniness of a woman who’d been celibate for a while.

Thinking exhausted me. I sank back into my pillow, closing my eyes as if that might make my doubts and confusion vanish. Sleep, I told myself. I’ll figure things out in the morning. I was already drifting back into slumber when the sound of running water roused me.

I peered into the dimness. A tall, male form emerged from the bathroom. My heart did a somersault in my chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

His low, musical voice melted me. I propped myself up to a sitting position, heedless of my nakedness. “You! You’re real…You’re still here?”

He’d discarded his clothing as well. In the half-light, I drank in the sight of his smooth, muscled limbs, becoming more intoxicated by the moment. He seated himself beside me and circled me with his arms. Heat radiated from his dark skin.

“Why would I leave, my beautiful one?” he murmured in my ear. Bending a bit, he flicked his tongue across one of my nipples. Lightning tore through me. “There are still a few hours left to the night.”

Before I could reply, he’d fastened his luscious mouth on mine. His firm lips coaxed rather than demanded a response, one I was only too willing to give. I opened to the prodding of his rough tongue, letting him taste me, savoring his wild, sweet flavor in return.

Once again a sort of delirium swept over me. It seemed we were back in the park, sheltered by trees more than a century old. My nostrils filled with the perfume of dew-soaked grass and damp earth, laced with a hint of animal musk. I felt light as dandelion down, drifting in the night wind. Only his strong grip kept me grounded. The moon rode above the clouds, invisible but palpable, stirring tides in my flesh. Desire ebbed then surged, cresting higher with each cycle.

His hands molded my breasts like moist clay. Blind with need, I groped along his furred chest and taut belly, down to his gloriously erect cock. When I squeezed, he moaned into my mouth and bit the corner of my lip. The iron-tinged flavor of my own blood simply added to the stew of sensation.

I smeared my thumb over the slippery bulb. His answer was a savage twist to an already aching nipple. Moisture gushed from my pussy. I tumbled backward, dragging him down on top of me.

“Shaina…” he murmured, breaking the kiss to lick his way along my throat. His saliva felt like liquid fire. He nuzzled in the hollow of my cleavage, then captured one breast and began to suckle. Electric pleasure arced through me when his hardness brushed my inner thigh. I squirmed beneath him, trying to align his cock with my hungry cleft.

“Please….” There was no need for me to say more. The stranger rose above me, supporting himself on his powerful arms. His eyes gleamed like phosphorescent jewels in the grayness. He smiled down at me, baring those sharp, white teeth that had already drawn my blood. An almost inhuman glee painted his features.

He hovered at my entrance, his rigid flesh teasing my engorged clit. I spread my thighs wide. Without a word, he sank his cock deep into my drenched pussy.

About the Author

When I was a little girl, my dad would make up stories for my siblings and me, fabulous sagas about ghosts and monsters, magical races with mysterious powers, heroes on impossible quests, hidden treasures awaiting only the most courageous seeker. I blame him for my lifelong fascination with the magical and miraculous.

Now that I’m grown up, I create my own tales of wonder, weaving in generous portions of human desire with its potent enchantments. In my paranormal tales, love works the most powerful magick.

Find out more about me and my books at my website, Lisabet’s Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) and my blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com). I also hang out on Goodreads (http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai) and Amazon (https://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai).  I also have a VIP readers email list where I share release and contest information and run exclusive monthly giveaways. To join, just email me: lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com.

Your blog hostess:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in

Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at [email protected]

–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe

–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello

–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/

–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

This dark and dangerous dungeon crawl comes to us from 18th Century Scotland.
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The exertion had left Sir Gareth cold and hungry. After walking to the back of the sea caves in the cliff, he found a narrow staircase—really no more than rough cuts in the rock with a few ancient metal cleats here and there—and climbed it to the next level. Unused by others, it was twisting and rickety. It led to the oubliettes, dark cells pocking a rough rock corridor winding through the interior of the sea cliff beneath the Dark Tower.
Securing one such oubliette was a rusty gate composed of a latticework of crumbling metal, encrusted by barnacles at the bottom from the high tide. Its crude lock was no more than a twist of wire, too heavy for most men but easily disentangled by Sir Gareth. No light from nature or fire, but the lack of illumination didn’t trouble him.
Inside, secured to rings bolted and sunk into the cliff, was his larder: two men and a woman. They were naked, shivering and close to unconsciousness, hanging from their chains with muscles limp and weak. The woman he’d already sampled, and he knew he liked her. The men—well, they were MacReivers, so how good could they taste? He could save them for later.
He approached Moira and dragged her head to one side by the hair before sinking his teeth into her neck. She groaned and twitched, her chains rattling. He set his other hand on her breast, tugging on her nipple. It hardened and distended between his fingers. She whimpered.


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“For lord’s sake, stop!” The hoarse cry echoed through the dungeon, louder than the rush of the sea.
Louder even than the rush of the blood through his gut and into his veins. Louder than the frantic pulse in the woman’s breast. Sir Gareth removed his teeth from Moira’s neck. “Why?” He pinched her tit.
“She doesna deserve to die like that! None of us do.”
“Pardon me.” Sir Gareth licked the two wounds he’d left in Moira’s throat. “But I believe that the three of you are responsible for my brother’s death.”
“Moira Cameron is a fine, brave woman. She defended her honor.”
He threw back his shaggy white head and howled with mirth, the insane laughter bouncing off the damp stone walls of the dungeon. He followed the sound, dancing and jumping about, for the blood burned and boiled and leaped as it flowed within him. And all the time the rushing, the rushing in and out of the tides and the blood in his body and his veins drummed and the eyes inside wept for Euan.
“So she told you her name was Moira Cameron, did she now?” Sir Gareth pushed his mind past the rushing of the blood and the tide, and the eyes inside went dry and cold and hard. He slapped her face, and her head bounced against the stone with a crack like the lightning strike of death. “She’s Moira Kilborn, you great fool.”
“That canna be.” The fool of a MacReiver was insistent. “She’s got red hair!”
Sir Gareth laughed some more, then calmed, leaning against one of the walls for support. “I’m mad, you know.”
“So it seems.” The MacReiver was grim.
“But I’m not so insane as to forget my family. Her red hair’s from her mother. She’s Moira Kilborn, daughter of Fenella MacLeod and Ivor Kilborn, who was lost at sea five years ago.”
The man sagged in his chains. “She lied to us.”
“Aye, she’s a bitch born. I do not know why. Fenella’s a sweet lassie and Ivor was a fine man. But this one has ever been a trial to the clan.”
“Are you going to kill her?”
Sir Gareth shrugged. “I do not usually kill women, but for this one, I might make an exception. But you, MacReiver, you will surely die in this place. If you worship any God, it is time for you to make whatever peace you can. Especially given the blood on your hands. How did my brother hurt you?”
“What? Who?”
If you want to read all of this great adventure, Temptation in Tartan, find it at:
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About me:
Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short


Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com
–For editing services, email her at [email protected]
–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe
–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello
–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/
–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

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Welcome, Justine! I had the pleasure of working with  Justine when I edited for Total-E-Bound, now Totally Bound.

Hello, everyone, and thank you to Suz for welcoming me to her lovely online hangout. It’s very good to be here today.

I’m here because I have a new book out. It’s an erotic romance novel, from Mischief Books, and it’s called Master of the House.

Here’s the blurb:

Journalist Lucy Miles returns home to her sleepy rural village to chase a potentially career changing story. But after being reunited with the boy who broke her heart, Lucy soon realises that it’s her own feelings that are under investigation.

She’s resigned to covering stories for the local newspaper and sharing a flat with her hippie mother, until her first love reappears.

She should know better than to trust Joss Lethbridge, even if he is a Lord these days, but he has an intriguing proposition for her and the temptation to land the biggest scoop the Vale of Tylney has ever seen proves too much for her. As does his invitation to rekindle a passion that will set alight her submissive fantasies and untie his dominant tastes.

But for how long can playing roles remain pretence before their games become an emotional connection?

And an excerpt for you too:

It was weird and shameful but strangely heady to obey his order and show him my bottom, especially when I pivoted at the waist and felt the skin tauten at my upper thighs and lower cheeks. I put my hands on my knees and kept my head up, not wanting the blood to rush to it.

‘Spread your legs,’ said Joss.

I was reluctant for a moment, then I moved my feet wider apart. It was easier to balance that way anyway. On the other hand, the rapid cooling of my lower lips, which were damp, told me that he could see them, and what lay within.

‘Good,’ he said again. I could hear that he was closer, near enough to get a serious view. ‘Push your bottom out more. Legs wider.’

My posture went from indecent to blatantly obscene. Now I felt dirty and degraded, a whore performing a trick. It made me even wetter.

‘We need to see everything,’ said Joss, in a strange tight voice. ‘Everything you’ve got.’

I strained to keep myself widespread, bottom high. I imagined what he must be seeing, then imagined him coming over and giving my bum a casual stroke then a smack. Perhaps he would do it. Perhaps I wanted him to…but I had made him promise…

He could lay claim to me. If he only knew it, he could do it any time he liked.

But he didn’t know it, and he kept his hands off.

‘We like that,’ he said. ‘We like that a lot.’

I wish he’d stop it with the ‘we’. I knew he was referring to the man he called His Nibs, keeping us focused on the task instead of carried away on the hectic tide of personal desire, but it was unsettling all the same.

‘I’m picturing you,’ he said, closer than ever, close enough to feel his heat on my thighs, ‘bent just like that but with pretty red lines all the way across your bottom and thighs. You’ll get them, one day, soon, and I’ll be the man to give them to you.’

I sucked in air, not sure whether I was fearful or avid for it to happen.

‘All right,’ he said, rather regretfully. ‘You can stand up again.’

I wasn’t sure I could, but I tried. My head seemed to join the rest of my body shortly afterwards, and my libido was still down there with my open sex and offered bottom. It would take some time to catch up.

 Well! How about that? If you’d like more, the book is on sale now!

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Master-House-Justine-Elyot-ebook/dp/B00I2GZRV6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1402141774&sr=8-1&keywords=justine+elyot+master+of+the+house

Thanks for having me, Suz!

Your blog hostess:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in

Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

–For editing services, email her at [email protected]

–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe

–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello

–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/

–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

 

For this week’s Sneak Peek Sunday I give you six paragraphs from a forthcoming story, Sherlock’s Scandal. It’s in edits now and should show up later this summer.
Can you guess the identity of Sherlock’s paramour? If you’re a Holmes fan, this is an easy one. So leave me a comment and you’re in line for any one of my ebooks, for free. I’ll use a random number generator to choose from the correct comments.

Cover reveal: Sherlock’s Scandal, coming soon from Ellora’s Cave

Here’s the sneak peek: 
She raised her gaze, boldly meeting mine. I leaned closer and put a finger beneath her chin. Her skin was soft over a strong jaw, testimony of a determined character.
My chest clenched in a most peculiar manner. Had I met my match?
It was rude, and crude, and forward, but I could not resist. I had to taste her mouth. I touched my lips to hers, pressing firmly but not savagely. That would come later, but for now, I did not want to frighten her off. I believed her to be a woman of sensual experience, but that was merely a deduction on my part. My deductions are often true, but I did not wish to take a chance on this delectable lady. I had to have her. A single blunder on my part, and the doe could flee into the night.         
Her lips trembled beneath mine, and for a moment I wondered if I had mistaken her character. Then her mouth opened, and she sucked, forever trapping me in her web of love. Eagerly following her lead, I let my tongue wander into the deepest recesses of her mouth, delighting in the flavor and scent of her. I caressed her delicate neck, which reminded me of the frail stem of a flower, then lowered my hand to seek her bosom, thrusting my fingers beneath her bodice to cup one quivering globe.
I was already at a cockstand, for her hands were not idle. Through my trousers, she gripped my tool until I could not repress a groan of pure desire.
She gave me one pump, and I thrust her away, perhaps too brutally, since she stared at me with bewilderment in her beautiful dark eyes.
If you like what you read, my books can be found at the following places, as well as on many other internet stores:
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Remember, leave me a comment with the identity of Sherlock’s lover, and you may be chosen to receive a free ebook–anything of mine you can find on my sites.
Happy reading!
About me:
Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written

Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com
–For editing services, email her at [email protected]
–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe
–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello
–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/
–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads

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Hola, my darlings, and here’s another foray into the multi-blog hop world. Today I have joined two outstanding hops, My Sexy Saturday and Saturday Spankings. Sexy Saturday wants afternoon delight–7 paragraphs of it–while Sat Spanks is, well, you know…
So here you are. Or, rather, here are Dana and Colt, two folks who know how to get it on. Colt knows a little more than Dana does, and this afternoon he’s initiating her into the joys and pleasures of spanking.



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The excerpt is from The Wilder Brother. It’s a contemporary, very sexy and funny erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave–available in both digital and print.


“Oh, I’m gonna finish you off real good.” He flipped her over so she was sprawled face down over

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the stacked pillows, her ass high as though presented to his hand. After tugging off her jeans, he spread her knees to he could kneel between them.“Aren’t you…aren’t you gonna finish?” She really needed to come.
The first stinging smack caught her off guard, and she yelped. He laughed. She turned her head and glared at him.        
“C’mon, honey. That didn’t hurt and we both know it.”
“I was surprised,” she said, trying to sound dignified and together and adult, as if she did this every day, as if she could handle it. As if.
Another spank rocked her world. A fierce, carnal heat rushed through her. She fisted the bedclothes and bit her lower lip, but nothing could stifle her moan of desire. Her nipples hardened, and she rubbed them against the pillows, hoping to quench the flame. The third spank fell on her clenched buttocks, searing her. She cried out again, and her hips jerked. His hand pressed against her lower back, pinning her in place.
“How is it, baby?” Colt’s voice sounded in her ear, low and rough.
If you like what you read, here’s where you can score the book:
http://bit.ly/1kx8GEJ (Amazon)
http://www.ellorascave.com/the-wilder-brother.html (publisher’s site)
About me:
Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in


Best-selling erotica novelist Suz deMello

several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

–Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com
–For editing services, email her at [email protected]
–Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift, and visit her group page at  https://www.facebook.com/redhotauthorscafe
–She tweets her reading picks @ReadThis4fun and @Suzdemello
–Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/suzdemello/
–Goodreads: http://bit.ly/SuzATGoodreads
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