Saturday Cowboys Getting Their Kit Off

Just because it’s Saturday, let’s take a walk into the world of the historical Western and enjoy a saucy scene with a cowboy getting his kit off! 😉



Amber couldn’t take her eyes from Harry’s naked form. The sketches in Miss Claudia’s book hadn’t prepared her for this. The broad shoulders looked even bigger without his shirt, and his chest was smooth and tanned. Small light brown nipples pointed out from bulging pectoral muscles. His stomach rippled when he moved from side to side, and as he turned, she admired how his tight ass curved up from his muscular thighs. She had a sudden urge to sink her teeth into his flesh.
She had never seen a naked man before, and she realized now how different men and women really were. Her own body, and those of the young women she’d been with, was soft and smooth. It was hairless except for the ebony curls on her pussy and the fluff beneath her arms. But Harry had thick hairy legs and white blond hairs on his forearms, which caught the light as he moved. A long line of hair also snaked downwards from his bellybutton to his cock as if put there deliberately to point to his glorious member. He reminded her of a drawing of a Greek god in a history book in school. He was glorious, good, kind, strong, sexy. But what was his flaw? Every man was flawed. There had to be something wrong with him, a secret he was hiding that could break her heart, her body, or even her mind. She shuddered and shrugged the thought away. It didn’t matter. She wasn’t committing to him. This was just about here and now. It was physical. She returned her attention to his form. His cock was magnificent. It rose dusky pink and rock hard from his body as if reaching out to the sun. It was thick and long, and she wondered at how it could fit into the tight place between her velvet lips. Surely it would cause too much pain?
The thought was drowned out by the tingling that was spreading throughout her entire body, tightening her nipples and making her cunny all warm and wet. It was as if the place deep inside her yearned for his length, as if it called out for fulfilment. Need tingled through her like warm honey, arousing her senses and making her as lightheaded as if she’d drunk too much cherry wine. Was this what being with a man was all about? But then she remembered. Harry had told her that they didn’t have to try that, hadn’t he? She didn’t have to take him into her body. But she realized that she really, really wanted to, and she would if she got the chance.
“Can I touch it?” He nodded. “Of course. I’d like you to.”
She moved towards him and reached out to fondle the tip with her thumb and forefinger. She brought her hand away. “It’s wet.”
Harry smiled. “That’s my lubrication, to ease me into a woman, I guess. But it can also get you with child if I get too excited and even more comes out.” His cheeks flushed.
She frowned at him then raised her hand to her mouth. She licked her fingers and tasted his essence, at once sweet and salty, full of powerful musky masculinity. She liked it. It excited her, awakened something within her that made her want more of him. Her inner muscles tightened. Her body was eager for fulfilment.
Harry smiled. “You like it?”
She nodded then reached out and took his cock in her right hand. He groaned as she closed her fingers around him and squeezed. “What should I do? To pleasure you?” she whispered.
He placed his hand over hers and loosened her fingers a little, and then he began to move her hand up and down his length. Beneath her fingers, his erection was hard as steel, yet the skin covering it was soft as her best silk stockings. And she could feel his power there, at his core, contained energy and pleasure all waiting to be released. Harry increased the pace of their hands, and Amber felt his cock get harder. She watched as his eyelids flickered and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat. As their movements got faster, he pushed into her fingers, time after time until he seemed to swell beneath her touch. Suddenly, he froze then jerked, and hot liquid shot from the tip of his erection and landed on the ground at their feet.
“Oh, Amber.” He sighed, slowing the massaging before gently releasing her hand from beneath his.
“Was it good?” She asked, wanting to know that she had done well, that she had pleased this golden god.
He pressed his mouth against her forehead and kissed her. His lips were hot, and the stubble on his chin grazed her skin. His blond hair had fallen forwards, and strands of it now hung over his eyes. It made him look even sexier, like he’d just climbed out of bed. Waking up next to this man every morning would be a pleasure just to see him looking this good.
“It was amazing, Amber. And now that my … gun has been fired,” he winked at her, “I can concentrate on you without the fear of shooting too soon.” He reached out towards Amber’s jacket and began slowly unbuttoning it, pausing only to gently skim her nipples, which poked through the material like seed pearls yearning to be polished.



Book release – Trickster – by Nicola Cameron

Today I’d like to welcome the fabulous Nicola Cameron!

Thanks for letting me come on your blog today! Trickster is my first M/M shifter story, and was originally intended to be a short story submission for Evernight’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology. Unfortunately, I wound up having the plague for most of November, and thanks to the various medications I was on the story just wouldn’t gel properly in my head. After three failed attempts I gave up and stuck all three versions in the “maybe someday” file.
Fast forward to January. As I worked on another project, I decided to take a break and flip through my “maybe someday” file as a palate cleanser. When I found the most advanced version of my Alpha shifter story, I thought, “Hmm, this really is kind of a cool concept. If I expand it I can submit it as an ROTG story. I’ll just add a little more on, then go back to my original project.”
Ha. The next thing I knew, it was four days later, my sleep cycle was completely flipped, I was knee deep in corporate espionage and the complications of M/M human/shifter mating when neither of them are gay, and I’d gone straight past ROTG length and was closing in on 20K. Plus my shifter was no longer an Alpha (which actually worked better, considering one of the other characters really needed to be the Alpha), and I came up with a novel way to send Morse code in an office environment. The result is Trickster, and I have to say that I am very, very pleased with the way it all turned out. (And yes, the plot may have been influenced by my career in various tech companies. Oh, the stories I could tell you…).


Delaney Smith, coyote shifter and Trickster Technologies executive, thinks humans are bland, boring, and undateable. So he gets the shock of his life when he comes back from vacation and scents his mate in the Trickster offices — a mate who is not only male, but quite human.
Mark Fellowes is taken aback when the CTO at his new contract job makes a pass at him, and even more surprised at his temptation to respond. Straight and dating a career-minded businesswoman, he’s never even thought about kissing another man — until now.
When Mark is attacked by thieves trying to steal company files, Delaney must put aside his preconceptions to protect his mate. But will a criminal bent on destroying Trickster Tech separate them before he can stake his claim?


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Delaney cleared his throat. Mark yelped and spun, bumping into the dresser next to the bed. The towel around his waist started to slip, and Delaney caught a glimpse of pale, muscled hip before he yanked the terrycloth back into place.
Panting, he glared at Delaney. “Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?” he yelled. “Do you even know how to knock?”
“I did,” Delaney said, trying to sound innocent. “You didn’t answer so I got worried. Didn’t know you were in the shower until I came in here.” And you were coming in there.
Without his glasses, Mark’s resemblance to a furious faun was even more striking. “God. I do not need any more of this tonight,” he growled.
“This what?”
“You, sneaking around and following me everywhere.” He scowled at Delaney’s groin. “Especially with another fucking hard on.”
For some reason, that cheered the shifter. “You noticed, huh?”
“Helen Keller would have noticed it, all right? Does it ever go down?”
“Not since this morning. I can’t help it, babe. I smell you and I get wood.”
“Oh, Jesus.” Mark edged next to the bed, clutching both towels now and looking hunted. “Look, I’m tired. I just want to put on some pajamas and crash, all right? I’ve had a really bad, weird day, so how about we can talk about shapeshifters and,” he waved vaguely between them, “that other thing in the morning.”
Delaney ignored the slap of disappointment and nodded. “Okay. We’ll talk later when you’re not tired.” Although you weren’t too tired to jerk off in the shower.
Mark’s cheeks blazed to life. “You listened to me?”
Oh, shit, he can hear my thoughts already? “I didn’t mean to, but coyotes have really good hearing,” Delaney said defensively. “At least you got off. My balls are aching so much I can barely walk straight.”
“So go to your own damn bathroom and rub one out there!”
“It’s not about getting off, dammit!” Delaney yelled back, before catching himself. “Okay, it’s not just about getting off. God, I really wish you were a shifter. Then you’d understand.”
“Well, I’m not a shifter,” Mark snapped, “so you’re just going to have to explain it to the stupid human.”
“I — Jesus.” Delaney sucked in a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and find the right words. “Being drawn to a mate, it isn’t just physical. It’s emotional and spiritual as well.” He gestured at his groin. “Yes, I want to fuck you. That’s pretty damn obvious. I also want to know you. I want to talk to you, find out everything about you—where you grew up, what your family’s like, whether you like sports, what your favorite food is, your opinion on Steven Moffat, what you want to do with the rest of your life, all that. And I want you to get to know me, too.”


Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.

Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).

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Book Release – Room Service – by Nikka Michaels

Room Service

By Nikka Michaels

Genre: Erotic Romance, M/M, BDSM

Length: Short Story

Release Date: February 15, 2014

Publisher: Cobblestone Press

What is Cobblestone Press’ Blue Line?

The Blue short story line is erotica. For us, erotica is about the fulfillment of a sexual fantasy. These stories are sexy, very graphic, and are by no means a “traditional romance”.

BLURB:When Dr. Seth Coleman catches the gaze of handsome conference speaker, Carson Randall, he’s intrigued. After the speech, Carson introduces himself and hands him his business card then leaves. Seth discovers the card holds more than Carson Randall’s information; on it Carson has written his room number.
For as long as Seth can remember, he has focused his attention on being a doctor. But now he has the chance to focus on his own needs. Will Seth take the safe route and socialize with his co-workers at the conference or will he accept the handsome speaker’s invitation?

Room Service700


My sharp knock on the hotel door went unanswered, and indecision began to creep in.

My thoughts cut off sharply as the door’s lock clicked. When the hotel door opened, Carson stood in the doorway, his jacket discarded and white dress shirt rolled up his forearms.

“Find what you’re looking for?”

I simply nodded and stepped inside. The door closed behind me with a soft click as I looked around his hotel room. Bigger than mine, it had a single king-sized bed, the blankets pulled back. Tossed across the bed was his jacket and tie.

Within the next breath, I felt my cheek pressed against the cool metal of the door as he pinned my arms behind my back. His breath against my neck sent a shiver through me.

“Is this what you want?”

I moaned.


I wanted him to use me. Consume me. Fuck me. Ruin me.

His hands tightened on my arms, the faint suggestion of pain making my half-hard cock spring to attention.

“I said is this what you want?”

“Yes.” My voice was embarrassingly breathless, and he’d only just touched me.

His lips against my neck made me shudder when he nipped me with his teeth.

“Yes, sir.”


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Nikka Michaels lives in the often rainy Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking, laughing and crafting romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story. She currently has three releases out, Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Eileen Griffin, Christmas with Caden, a M/F romance novella from Cobblestone Press, and “Waking up Wolf”, a M/M shifter romance in Evernight Publishing’s Alpha’s Claim: Manlove Edition anthology. Nikka is currently at work with her co-author on two M/M foodie romance novels, set to be released summer and fall 2014 from Carina Press.


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Big Cowboy Contest…

Well done to Stacey Espino on the success of Cowboys Mine! 😉

Wild and Wicked Cowboys


I’m thrilled with the reader response to COWBOYS MINE because it was a special story to write. I really connected with the twin brothers and felt the friends to lovers element worked so well for this menage a trios. I didn’t think I could fall in love with another cowboy after writing Callum in COWBOY OUTCASTS, but I did 🙂


Eva Ford lives a sheltered life on her small rural farm. At twenty-two, she feels the need to spread her wings and start her own life, planning a trip to the city to show her prized cows. Colton and North McReed from the next ranch over are determined to make sure she stays out of trouble.

Twin brothers, Colton and North, have always loved little Eva. She’s their rock in life, the one pure thing in their otherwise dark existence. Their abusive father ran out on the family…

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Book Release – Summer Girl, Winter Boy – by Barbara Elsborg

Well today I’m thrilled to have the fabulous Barbara Elsborg at my blog with her new release: Summer Girl, Winter Boy. This one looks great, so go grab a copy and let Barbara know what you think! 🙂

Summer Girl, Winter Boy is available from the 12th February with Ellora’s Cave!


Let me confess, I cannot draw. I’d even struggle with a straight line. So when people ask about covers, my mind goes blanker than a sheet of blank paper. Get the picture? BUT I did have an idea for this cover. It’s about a happy girl with the name Summer who spends her life studying clouds and her opposite number is an unhappy guy trapped in his own particular hell and his surname is Winter. So for a cover, I thought, split it in half, one side have a happy girl in the sunshine and on the other a grim looking but hugely attractive guy (after all he’s a model) standing under his own black cloud. But writers don’t get much say about their covers and basically, you get what you’re given and unless there has been a huge cock up – my alien only had five tentacles and look – you’ve given him seven – the cover won’t be changed. My first cover for this wasn’t right –the guy had a squint – eek and didn’t look like a model. So this is the cover I got. I like the girl. The guy isn’t right but it’s a hot cover and I know readers like hot covers. But it’s what’s inside that counts, right? This is one of my favorite stories – and I don’t say that lightly! I want a Jai!!!

Blurb for Summer Girl, Winter Boy

Jai Winter is trying to do the right thing, even though he knows it’s wrong. Forced to participate in kinky sex games, the renowned model spends his spare moments creating an impressive list of suicide options. Until a snowy day provides a bit of Summer…a pink-haired burst of sunshine with a ready smile. What begins as the hottest sex of his life turns into a ray of hope.
Summer Dey has baggage of her own—literally. Having spent eighteen months in South America trying to escape a shocking accident, Summer finds an illegal nightmare hidden in her suitcase. She doesn’t want to put Jai in danger, but his gorgeous face and killer bod prove hard to resist.
Boy meets girl, girl falls for boy, and everything would be perfect if it wasn’t for blackmail, drug dealers and tragic events in both their pasts. Staying together could be their salvation—or their ultimate undoing.

An Extract From Summer Girl, Winter Boy

(The pair have just met and are stranded at a snowbound airport.)
An hour later, Jai was drowning in a perfect way. Summer was smart and funny. Too smart and funny for him. Even so, at a different time, and in a different place, he’d have persuaded her back to his bed, and the telephone number he’d give her would have been the right one, and he’d have called her when he said he would because she might be The One.
His dick went rigid with shock. Or something else.
But there was no different time, no different place. He was who he was and he had no future until Marta and Saul were either bored with him or were dead. Or he was dead. Buried under a ton of ice in an ice age. Not a likely scenario and not going on his list. Oh hell, why not if it might happen next year? His cock deflated.
“You’ve gone all moody,” Summer said. “What’s wrong?”
He’d thought he’d hidden that. Shit. “Just thinking about how hard that floor is going to be.”
“I’ve slept in worse places. At least it’s clean. No llama poop or guinea pig bones.”
He’d slept in worse places too though the beds had been comfortable and the sheets high-quality Egyptian cotton, but the people with him—fucking bastards. It wasn’t where you slept but who slept with you.
They left the bar when shutters rattled.
“Guess we should try to get some sleep,” he said as they moved into the concourse, though sleep was the last thing on his racing mind. “Welcome to the latest in innovative hotels. We have a wide selection of extremely spacious open-plan accommodations available tonight. Bedrooms with and without views. I’m afraid the beds are a little firm and only a few have en suite facilities. On the plus side, they’re economical.”
Summer shivered. “Think there’s anywhere warm?”
He looked at her long, tanned bare legs, her skimpy dress, the metal at her nipples, then at the snow plastering itself against the windows.
“I know,” she said. “I’m not dressed for winter, but I left eighty-degree heat and assumed I’d get straight off one plane and onto another. I intended to change into my jeans when I arrived in London. I’ve a coat in my…suitcase, which is probably languishing under three feet of snow because the guys who are supposed to unload went home while they still could.”
“Want a sweater?” He took one from his carry-on and handed it to her.
“Thank you so much.” She pulled it on.
The dark-blue sweater swamped her but she looked so cute, his cock flickered back to life. Give it up. There’s no point. She shouldn’t have looked sexy in a guy’s sweater, though he’d prefer her in nothing but those piercings. He wanted to suck them, rub the head of his dick over them. Blood flowed south. Damn it. Stop thinking.
They wandered through the airport, looking for somewhere to settle. All the more comfortable-looking spots were already taken.
“Nowhere is warmer than anywhere else,” Summer said. “Here will be fine.”
She dropped onto the floor next to the wall and lay on her back with her head resting on her bag. Oh god, her legs go on forever.
“You are approaching the end of the walkway,” intoned a voice.
Summer sat up and groaned. “Not here. That’ll go on all night.”
They headed away into the gate area.
“I’ll just use the restroom,” she said.
“Good idea. I’ll join you. Well, not join you.” Though the idea appealed.
He took out his last two temazepam and then stuffed them back in the bag. Maybe he didn’t need them. After he’d splashed water into his mouth and on his face, he accidentally looked up into the mirror. He hated what he saw—dark shadows under his eyes, a wary look on his face, a tense jaw, yet under all that, a guy women seemed to find irresistible. All those years he’d thought he was something special and now he longed to be nothing special at all.
When he emerged, Summer was already lying on the floor with her head on her backpack. He unzipped his carry-on to take out a pair of chinos and folded them to put under his head. His stomach fluttered as he settled next to her, his face inches from hers.
“Are you sleeping on the side of the bed you prefer?” he asked. Does anyone usually share your bed? Are you married, engaged, have a boyfriend?
“I’m fine unless your side of the bed is more comfortable, in which case I hope you’d be a gentleman and swap.”
“Sadly not.” I’m no gentleman. You could lay on me except we’d get arrested.
She was so close he could almost count her eyelashes. Her eyes were the strong blue of the sky on a cold winter’s day, the irises ringed with a darker hue. She had a couple of freckles on her tanned cheeks and he wanted to kiss them, kiss her lips, kiss her cute nose, kiss her nipples, kiss her all over. His cock twitched.
“Are you going to close your eyes?” he asked.
“Eventually. Are you?”
“Eventually. I like the view too much at the moment.”
“Very smooth, Mr. Winter.”
“Thank you, Miss Summer. Are your nipples pierced?” The question slipped out before he could stop it.
No, you can’t come out and take a look, he yelled at his cock. There’s nothing to see at the moment. The stupid thing still tried, pressing against his zipper.
“Why did you have it done?”
“Why do you think I had it done?”
Oh Christ, don’t splutter, don’t tell her what you think, what nearly every guy would think. “Somewhere to hang your car keys?”
She grinned. “Damn, I never thought you’d get that.”
“Anything else pierced?” Cut out my tongue now.
Ask her what, said his cock.
“Tattoos?” he choked out.
A low growl burst from his lips and she giggled.
“What an interesting young lady you are.”
He moved a fraction closer and could feel her breath hitting his face.
Do it, do it, do it, yelled his cock.
Do what? he yelled back. If I kiss her, where’s it going to go? We’re lying in a public place and you know what you’re like. This won’t stop at kissing. You’ll embarrass me.
Had she moved closer? Yes. Oh god.
“Hi there, folks.”
The voice jolted them both and they clashed heads as they jerked upright.
“Ouch,” Summer yelped and rubbed her forehead.
“Sorry,” he blurted.
“No, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
He rubbed his head. “Yep.”
He’d hoped their first touch would be less painful.
Two female airport employees stood in front of them.
The thought police? He hadn’t done anything—yet.
“Sorry to disturb you,” one of the women said. “We’re giving out blankets, pillows and a few essentials to help you spend an easier night.”
They were each handed a bag.
“Thank you,” Summer said. “That’s brilliant. Is there an inflatable bed in here?”
“Sadly not. You two have a good night.” The women wandered off again.
Define “good”.
Apart from pillows and emergency blankets, the bags also contained bottles of water and snacks.
“No condoms either,” Summer said and clapped a hand to her mouth. “Shit.”
He laughed. Don’t worry. I’ve plenty.


Book Release – Candy Hearts – by Elodie Parks

Candy Hearts (February 14) a Hot Ink Single

Tom found a new job, but can he find love?
Working in a surf coast hotel seems like the remedy for his previous unhappiness, but as Valentine’s Day approaches, Tom realizes he’s lonely, and looks around for someone to love.


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Are you working on another book right now?
I’m working on three books, right now, a contemporary romance that has a mystery thread through it, a contemporary ménage romance, and a contemporary shifter romance.
Naturally, they are all erotic love stories, with HEA. I have to have that in my books
Why do you write the genre?
I want love in the world. I want soft sighs and whispers. I want care and understanding between people. (Utopia I know) I like happy endings. There are so few in real life, it seems to me, and so I write them. I write the hot sex that the characters would fall into when in a loving relationship. Not very politically correct I know, but my characters are physically beautiful (mainly) and I do that on purpose because humans like beauty, they aspire to it, and beautiful people are like flowers for me. They adorn the world with loveliness. Speaking as a heterosexual woman nothing is better than a gorgeous man with a sculpted body and lovely eyes for me. Mmm maybe trees, trees are great, the ocean, that’s fabulous too. Music, music lifts my soul. There you go I’m in love with beauty in general.
What do you enjoy most about writing?
I enjoy the way my characters become so real to me and their worlds that I create. It’s almost magic the way the story setting just unfolds for me. I can actually see the places in my mind. I see the place better than the faces of my characters. I hear my characters and know them, but often their face is not clear. Maybe that’s because I feel their heart and know that readers will assign a different face to them according to their imagination.

What do you like the least?
Marketing. It’s so time consuming and quite soul destroying when you’d rather be writing. I always thought that publishers helped with marketing, that’s hardly true at all. (Smiles)

Would you like to see any of your books as movies?
None of them. I’d be there fussing about the script staying true to the book, or the casting, especially the casting. (Laughs).

What things do you like to do to relax?
I find writing relaxing, but I also like to get out into the countryside near where I live. I enjoy visiting the historic places across the country too. I read, watch movies and I love music. I’m often singing along with something as I drive.

Do you have another job as well as writing?
Yes, I have to. I work for an antiques emporium.

If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?
It would have to be healing.

What makes you cry?
Cruelty. To people, but cruelty to animals is the worst for me. Animals are so innocent. When I see dogs that have been abused I always cry, because I know dogs feel the same emotions as humans. It’s the same for any animal I see that’s been abused, I just weep. Many animals have been assigned lesser status than human beings and now scientists are discovering they are highly intelligent, communicative, highly sensed beings in the same way humans are.

What makes you laugh?
Not a lot these days (smiles)

If money were no object, where would you most like to live?
I live in the country I want to, maybe I’d move down the coast to Cornwall or Devon where the surf coast is.

What kind of car would you have if money was no object?
I have the car I want. I’m a Jeep person and always drive them.

What’s your favorite food?
Fruits and potatoes, (cooked any way.)

Favorite color?
I have two I love, oh wait three, blue, purple and green. (All the shades of each) I love color.

Can you think of a song or piece of music that could be your theme tune?
I used to say Coldplay: Speed of Sound, now I think maybe its Primitive Radio God, ‘Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand’
One half verse sticks in my mind so vividly,
A life is time, they teach us growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
I feel we are bound by time, societally constructed time, and it’s so controlling and restrictive.

Just answer these questions as quickly as possible.
Chocolate or vanilla?
Neither, I like lemon and orange
Dog or cat?
Dog and cat and horse and there’s an owl in the woods near where I live that I’m fond of.
The film or the book?
both (sorry)
Jeans or skirt?
jeans, but sometimes little black dress
Beach or Snow resort?
countryside and beach
Heels or flats?
Boots, depends where I’m going if they are heeled or flat
Stockings or pantyhose?
Stockings, love them
Top or bottom?
Er…both if I can get it…
Is there anything you would like to say to your readers?
Thank you for reading my books. I write from the heart so you get a piece of it every time you read one of my stories. (Smiles)


Excerpt from Candy Hearts 18+
Serena unbuttoned her coat, dropping it onto the sofa back. She went into the kitchen and flipped on the lights at the switch on the wall. They lit up a small balcony as well as the kitchen. Serena looked around. The place was gleaming. She grinned. I bet he cleaned it up in case I came around. She looked out of the glass door onto the balcony. A small white metal table and a solitary chair were out there next to a palm tree in a big blue pot. She smiled.
She turned intending to go to Tom. As she walked, she opened her dress at the side zip and pulled it over her head. She dropped it onto a chair as she passed and kicked off her high heels there.
She opened the first door in the hall. It was the bathroom. The shower stall was at the end of the room, a double shower with clear glass sides and white wall tiles. Tom was under the spray.
He must have heard her come into the bathroom or sensed it because he looked right at her immediately. His gaze was compelling. She stepped toward him.
The glass was only semi misted. He looked enticing, his muscled body even more impressive wet. His pubic hair and cock drew her eyes from his hard stomach. Serena took off her bra and panties as he watched. She rolled her stockings down to take them off.
Tom slid the door along.
Serena stepped inside. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you.”
He shook his head and held out his arms.
Serena went into them.
They stood crushed together under the warm water. It coursed down her shoulders.
Tom kissed her, gently and lovingly.
She molded to his body, her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily.
He surfaced to breathe. “You’re beautiful.”
His whispered words teased her lips. It was exotic to have his wet skin against hers and she ran her hands along his body, her eyes closed, and her mouth open to his tongue.
His hands travelled over her hips, down her thighs. He trailed his fingers up her body and cupped her breasts. Then he raised her arms above her head and held her hands there with one hand as he kissed her and stroked between her legs, a gentle teasing that brought a drench of wetness to her pussy.
Serena liked being under his control and moaned against his mouth as she rocked her hips to his hand so that her pussy slipped along his palm. She murmured his name and smiled a little against his lips.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014


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About the author:
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
Elodie writes for, Hot Ink Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, and Evernight
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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Molly Ann Wishlade interviews Catrin Owens from Trying Too Hard

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Hey Catrin! Thanks for coming to my blog today.

Thanks Molly! I’m delighted to be here as part of the Carina authors We Love Romance blog hop.

You ready to answer some questions?

Fire away!

What’s in your refrigerator right now?

Um…well with Valentine’s Day just around the corner…I have a bottle of champagne and some strawberries. The problem is that this time of year, strawberries aren’t really at their best. I love them during July and August when they come straight from the fields. Of course, I don’t have much else there because…I’m kind of spending a lot of time at the Hilton. 😉

I see! Would that be with a certain gorgeous rugby player?

I don’t want to give too much away, Molly, but…well…I’m smiling aren’t I?

Do you have a habit you wish you could break?

Up until recently, I’d have said that I wanted to stop believing what my mother always told me about men. It was hard to deal with the constant onslaught growing up. But…I hope I’m moving on. Well…I know I am!

Does a sexy Frenchman have something to do with that?

*grins and blushes*

What do you like most about yourself?

My desire to see the good in everyone. I have a gentle heart and I always hope that others are the same. Sometimes…it gets me hurt. But I’d rather be positive than bitter and cold.

What do you dislike?

I hate the feeling of jealousy that sometimes creeps in. Like with Valentina, for instance. You know, the supermodel? When I saw her on the red carpet with Henri…I thought my heart would break.

That must have been tough.


What was it about Henri that made you fall in love with him?

Where do I start? He’s just such an amazing man! He’s all the obvious things…you know…sexy, gorgeous, an amazing lover…but he is also my best friend – next to Sarah. He gets me like no one else ever has. We laugh together, talk for hours and love snuggling up to watch TV shows like House of Cards and The Sopranos. He has good old fashioned family values, just like me.

He sounds wonderful. I’m so happy for you. What’s next?

Well, things are going great at the agency since the rugby match which got all that exposure! I have clients asking for me by name and so much work, I’ve actually had to decline a few.

And anything else?

Henri and I are going away for a Valentine’s break…after the Six Nations Championship finishes, of course. A few days alone, somewhere quiet, where no one knows us. I can’t wait!

Have a great time, Catrin! Thanks for stopping by. 

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