BOUND TO THE BAD BOY…A NAUGHTIER EXCERPT…

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EXCERPT #2 – the slightly naughtier one…but not as naughty as others you’ll find inside the book!

Megan took a step forwards. She wanted to start the tour. To get moving. To stop the fervent racing of her brain before it made her dizzy. Before she changed her mind and fled.
Matt didn’t move.
She went to take another step forwards but she paused. What was he waiting for? Had she done something wrong, other than deciding to come here with him?
“Matt?”
“You have forgotten.”
She tensed. The tiny hairs on her arms stood on end. Did he want her to kneel? Should she have kept to ‘Master’ instead of using his name? How would this work between them now after so long? Did they just slip back into their old ways?
Surely he’ll tell me what to do, just like always. Whenever I’ve been in doubt, he has helped me, led me, and even calmed me.
“Megan,” he whispered as he moved closer. “Do you need me to remind you?”
She gazed into his eyes but found no answer there. Only the darkness of desire, and the danger of passion. A passion which could be roused like a hungry panther with claws just as sharp and a body just as beautiful, just as powerful. Yes, Matt was dangerous. Addictively so.
She nodded, afraid to speak.
“Take off your dress.”
“What?” her voice squeaked.
“You come into my home, then you play by my rules.”
She looked down. The fire in his eyes was too fierce, too intense. She stared at his broad shoulders instead, at how they morphed into a full muscular chest that bulged beneath his fitted black t-shirt. His arms were heavily tattooed with colorful sleeves that told the story of his life so far. Images of things he’d done, people he’d known, and places he’d travelled.
My name.
She jumped as she spotted it.
Just above his left wrist, written within the body of a snake that was wrapped around a bleeding heart. Had he done that after she’d broken up with him?
Her stomach clenched. Had she hurt him that much that he’d felt the need to ink her betrayal upon his flesh like a brand to remind him?
He lifted his arm.
“Is that because . . .” She couldn’t finish her question.
“Yeah . . . because you left. Because it hurt. Because I never forgot.”
“Oh.” Her eyes stung suddenly with hot tears. She had tried not to think about his feelings when she told him she needed out. He was tough. A man, a biker, a Dom. How could she have possibly hurt him?
He looked away for a moment, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if he was trying to regain his composure. Deciding how to deal with her. She held her breath. Would this be it? The end? Would he remember how mad he was that she had left him and leave her to a night in the lonely hotel bed with just her bullet vibrator for company? And after being this close to him again, she had a feeling that the tiny battery operated device would be unable to even tickle the need that now welled up inside her, shaking her to her very core.
He blinked then turned to her again. His face was calm, his features relaxed, as if he had pulled down a roller blind to hide his emotions, doubts and fears.
“So…Megan…” He ran a finger down her arm and she shivered. His touch was feather light yet it stirred her immediately. Her panties dampened with her moist heat. “Are you staying?”
She nodded. “Please, Master.”
“Then . . .” He gestured at her dress.
She lowered her eyes. Her crimson bodice stuck out in two places where her nipples protruded. A bead of perspiration trickled down between her heavy breasts. She absently brushed at the sticky residue of the reunion nametag but it clung to the shiny fabric like her lust now clung to her.
She was hot for him. She wanted to stay. Just for tonight. At least for tonight. So she had to play by his rules. Just like always.
The thought tingled through her entire body, curling in her pussy like a hot tongue and she began to unzip her dress, trembling with nerves and desire.

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BOUND TO THE BAD BOY RELEASE DAY CELEBRATIONS!!!

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Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Word Count: 41,250

The idea for this story came from pondering the question: What is it that makes bad boys irresistible? Is it the raw masculine energy, the unpredictable nature, or the desire we feel to tame the wildest man around when it seems that no one else can?
There are many appealing things about bad boys. They have alpha qualities that suggest strength and leadership and there’s nothing sexier than a man who doesn’t give a damn about what others think. He knows his own mind and he goes his own way. The bad boy also doesn’t spend hours worrying about his appearance, yet he is incredibly, effortlessly attractive and alluring. A bad boy doesn’t have to be classically good looking but he must be the epitome of raw masculinity. He is intense, passionate and deep. You know that he will be loyal if he loves you and that he will treasure you above all others, including himself.
In Bound to the Bad Boy, Matt King, the bad boy of the story, is a handsome tattooed biker. He is passionate, loyal and devoted. Matt has a less than flawless background, which you can find out about if you read the story, but he also has some hot and interesting erotic preferences and a fierce passion for his sub, Megan, that has never died.
Let me know what you think and tell me what it is that you love about bad boys.
Molly xxx

BLURB
A high school reunion. A Dom. A sub. Old secrets.

Megan Agnelli returns to her hometown of Cherub, Minnesota, hoping to prove to herself that her feelings for her first love, Matt King, are firmly in the past. Once her lover and her Dom, Matt has haunted her thoughts and her dreams for the last four years. She knows that she might bump into the handsome, tattooed biker at the high school reunion. But she still decides to go.

Matt went down for a crime he didn’t commit. Megan abandoned him when he needed her most. Hurt and confused, he tried to soldier on. For his motorcycle club. For Megan. Because he believed that she should be able to choose a life without him…if that was what she really wanted.

One night brings everything rushing back. The pain of loss. The overwhelming desire. The intense passion between a Dom and his sub. But can they heal the hurts of the past and move forward to create a future, or will it just be one hot reunion?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition, multiple partners

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EXCERPT #1 (There’s a naughtier excerpt being posted later on tonight…;)

The doors swung wide open and she held her breath. She tried to look away but her gaze was dragged back to the entrance. Like an addict, she craved her fix and this one had been a long time coming. Cold turkey didn’t suit everyone but for her, it had been the only way to break free.
The scent of leather, oil and raw masculinity filled the gymnasium, a precursor to the arrival of some of the members of the Night Warriors Motorcycle Club. Megan was overwhelmed by an urge to flee. To escape the confines of the gymnasium and to race back to her safe new life. The walls seemed to close in on her as she watched the recent arrivals. The room was suddenly crammed with her old fears, and the ghosts of her adolescent years danced around her, taunting her with her teenage insecurities. She was young, small and helpless.
A victim. Run, damn you. Run.
But she was made of stone and, try as she might, she could not move a muscle.
The Night Warriors strode into the gym as confidently as they had done a lifetime ago. Danger and desire in leathers. They moved with a heavy elegance, large powerful men sure of themselves and their buddies. Their jackets creaked as they walked and their heavy boots pounded relentlessly upon the aging wooden boards. Like a drumroll at an execution, Megan heard them beat out her fate.
She bit her lip. She waited. And waited. Consumed with impatience that drowned out her fears. Where is he?
But there was no sign.
Where was Matt? Wasn’t he coming? What if she had come all this way for nothing?
So you’re admitting it now, huh? You came back for him.
She gave an involuntary little nod. It was true. It would be such a waste of time, of hope, of excitement…if Matt did not turn up. Her heart sank to her stiletto heels and she downed the full cup of punch, wincing as its sweetness filled her mouth and clung to her throat. Then she stared into the empty cup, convinced that her heart was just as void and hollow.
So what now? Just as well, head back to the hotel. All alone, and frustrated as hell.
She was consumed in a black cloud of disappointment and suddenly all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry. To pour her grief out onto her starched hotel pillow until her throat ached and her eyes were swollen.
A few whoops and hollers made her look up.
There he was…striding into the gym, about to be surrounded by old school mates. Or those who would claim to have been his friends. They gathered around him, drawn to his rugged alpha masculinity and self-confidence, as if they believed it would rub off on them.
Clad in black from head to toe. Matt. Black leather jacket, black t-shirt stretched over his bulging chest, black Levi jeans and bulky black boots. He was older but still gorgeous.
So gorgeous.
Her heart picked up its pace and her body flooded with heat. Goosebumps rose on her arms and she shivered with remembered delight. Although the gymnasium stretched out between them, she could feel the boom of his laughter as it shook his broad shoulders and tightened the sinews of his throat. She was transported back to all the times when she had rested her head upon him just to feel the sheer joy of sharing his mirth. She trembled as her love for him threatened to rock her world into chaos once more.
Matt’s hair, combed back from his forehead, exposed his flawless brow. It reached his collar and curled softly around the base of his earlobes. It was shorter than it had been the last time she had seen him, but it suited him. Megan used to love to run her fingers through his ebony curls, to wrap them around her fingers like promise rings. As she watched him, his face lit up with a grin. It was the face of a man now, from his wide throat with its prominent Adam’s apple, to his chiseled jaw and thick, black eyebrows. And his eyes were as dark and dangerous as she remembered, windows to his intense and passionate soul.
He moved his gaze over the crowd and panic broke the spell that had held Megan frozen. She turned away quickly and placed her cup on the table. Her whole body trembled and a hot flush spread from her ruby red toenails to the roots of her auburn hair. How could he have such an effect on her after all this time? She felt like a teenager again. Confused. Aroused. Exhilarated. Terrified.
She had to get out. Make a quick escape. She couldn’t go on pretending she could see him and not be affected by him anymore.
She had been consumed by her love for Matt King once.
She couldn’t let it happen all over again.

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RELEASE DAY – Bound to the Bad Boy

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It’s release day for Bound to the Bad Boy! Woo hoo! I hope you’ll like the characters, especially Matt King the biker bad boy.

Here’s the gorgeous cover:

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Blurb
A high school reunion. A Dom. A sub. Long buried secrets. Burning passion.
Twenty-five year old Megan Agnelli returns to Cherub, Minnesota, hoping to prove to herself that her feelings for her first love, twenty-seven year old Matt King, are firmly in the past. Once her lover and her Dom, Matt has haunted her thoughts and her dreams for the last four years. She knows that she might bump into the handsome, tattooed biker at the high school reunion. But in spite of her trepidation at the thought, she decides to go.
Matt went down for a crime he didn’t commit. Megan abandoned him when he needed her most. Hurt and confused, he tried to soldier on. For his motorcycle club the Night Warriors. For Megan. Because he believed that she should be able to choose a life without him…if that was what she really wanted.
One night brings everything rushing back. The pain of loss. The overwhelming desire. The intense connection between a Dom and his sub.
But can they heal the hurts of the past and move forwards to create a future, or will it just be one hot night?

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What Gideon did next… #bookboyfriend erotic excerpt

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Gideon had hardened instantly when he’d emerged from the trees and seen Harry working Amber’s beautiful naked body. Her full breasts had bounced around as she’d come into Harry’s mouth, and Gideon had relished the pleasure he’d seen on his lover’s face. Harry hadn’t looked so happy in such a long time, and it lifted Gideon’s heart to see him smiling, relaxing and … was he falling in love? His previous doubts had sunk from his mind like rocks to the bottom of a pond. If Miss Amber Carpenter could have such a positive effect upon his lover, then Gideon didn’t want to be the man to destroy that joy, however temporary.

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Gideon had hoped to see Harry penetrate the woman with his cock when he’d moved up her body, but no, Harry had been concerned mainly with her pleasure. It was the same between him and Harry. Gideon had to take the lead and sometimes insist that Harry accept pleasure. It was the way that things worked between them. Harry liked to please. But pleasuring him was a delight that Gideon enjoyed immensely, especially when he drove his cock into Harry’s tight ass whilst jacking him off with his hand.

He felt his erection swelling as Harry suckled him now. Damn, the man was good. And having a naked woman crawling across the ground on her knees towards him just increased the pleasure of the experience. He watched her large bosoms swaying as she crawled, her eyes full of curiosity and hunger. All his fantasies were happening at once!

He arched into Harry’s experienced mouth as Harry felt around his ass and found the back of his ball-sack. His lover stroked there for a while then worked his finger upwards and fondled his anus. Gideon spread his legs wider, and he groaned as Harry entered him.

Amber reached his feet and sat up on her knees. She was a fine looking woman. “Play with your tits!” Gideon growled the order, not even sure if she was up for this. But she did it. She cupped and squeezed her breasts, whilst looking seductively up at him from beneath her thick black eyelashes. She pulled her nipples hard so that they pointed towards him.

Damn it all to hell!

Harry increased his pace, his mouth and tongue working rapidly and regularly, up and down, round and round. He probed the tiny slit in Gideon’s cock end, and he worked his finger in Gideon’s ass, circling, probing, rubbing. The sensations made Gideon’s head swim, and he felt like his knees would give way and his heart burst forth from his chest. And when he felt like he could take no more, Amber reached out and grabbed his balls.

His cock swelled, his sack tightened, and he came hard, shooting deep into Harry’s welcoming throat.

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EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING BOOK BOYFRIEND BLOG HOP

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The Book Boyfriend Blog Hop is back and better than ever!

The authors of Evernight have a brand new team of swoon-worthy book boyfriend candidates. A sexy assortment of cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, and shifters are just a click away.

Get ready to find your next book boyfriend…

The heroes in romance novels are larger than life – in more ways than one ;). They are the type of men that we love to read about because they can fulfil so many of our needs and desires. Real men are great, I’m not denying it, but a book boyfriend can be whatever and whoever you want him to be. There are qualities that a book boyfriend must have which include strength, stamina, good looks, a knowledge of how to please a woman, a man, or even both and a good heart. Even if he’s a bad boy, there needs to be something beneath the surface that makes him desirable, whether it’s a hidden vulnerability that makes you long to wrap your arms around him, or perhaps a sensitivity to the needs of his lover.

My book boyfriend this blog hop is cowboy Gideon Swain from my historical western Wanton in the Wild West. Amber Carpenter, 23, and her friend Maisie Bennett are being escorted home from Chicago to Deadwood in the summer of 1890 via the Chicago and North-Western Railroad. Amber is reluctant to leave Miss Claudia’s home where she has enjoyed spending time but she is excited by the presence of their escorts, two attractive cowboys: Gideon Swain, 29, and Harry Delaney, 23.

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Gideon is confident, gorgeous and knows what he wants, although it does take him the course of the novella to be sure about it. His conflict lies in being filled with desire for Amber Carpenter, yet not wanting to repeat past mistakes (you’ll need to read the novella to find out what these are) because he has a strong sense of responsibility and a need to do the right thing, even if his erection has other plans. Gideon is concerned about Amber getting hurt – after all, she’s a virgin and a young woman – but he can also can see that Harry really likes her and that there is a growing attraction between the three of them. Gideon and Harry become close and make love and Amber willingly loses her virginity to Harry while Gideon makes love to him. It’s a hot yet tender scene about the need for physical fulfilment but also a deeper connection, which is what Gideon craves and has done for a long time.

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Here’s what Amber thinks about Gideon and his companion Harry during the early part of their train journey:

Amber turned away and looked instead at the burly cowboys sat opposite. They were both big and broad-shouldered with long muscular legs and huge, rough hands. They wore dark suits—their Sunday best, she guessed, as being cowboys she doubted that their usual attire would be so smart. But that was where the similarities seemed to end. Gideon Swain had dark brown hair cropped close to his head. His eyes were a soft warm brown, and they crinkled at the corners when he smiled. He looked as if he were in his late twenties. His companion, Harry Delaney, was about twenty-three—the same age as she was. He wore his thick sandy blond hair combed backwards with some kind of pine and cinnamon scented pomade. Amber was fascinated by his hazel eyes, which seemed to change hue through the day, as if following the sun or betraying the slightest alteration in his mood.

The men exuded strength and vitality. Amber could just imagine them astride their horses, galloping across the Great Plains. Their physiques were those of working men who could tend the land and their animals with expert care, yet take down a troublemaker in a saloon with one punch. A woman would feel safe with a man like that around. Perhaps.
She chewed her lip at her own musings. But despite their solid exteriors, both men had an air of melancholy that floated like a delicate fragrance about them. She couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but it was there. It didn’t match up with their masculine physical presence, and Amber found it intriguing. What could have happened to them that gave them such an air of unease? She had spotted the quickly hidden flicker of pain that sliced through their eyes like lightning through the night sky. It reminded her of her own, and it drew her to them like bees to a flower bed. As she looked at them, her stomach flipped. It was a strange sensation and one that she wasn’t familiar with. She felt excited and nervous all at once, as if something was going to happen, but she wasn’t quite sure what. Her reaction had been identical when she’d first seen them in Chicago just over two weeks ago. They had arrived at Miss Claudia’s large townhouse in order to consult with her about escorting Amber and Maisie back to Deadwood. Having no mature female to accompany them had left Miss Claudia a little jittery, to say the least, but Mr. Swain and Mr. Delaney had been most reassuring and persuasive. And what choice had Miss Claudia had? Her boarding house was full to bursting, and it was high time that Amber and Maisie returned home. So she’d entrusted the young ladies into the care of the solemn young cowboys. Besides, they had come highly recommended by others within Miss Claudia’s social circle, and such recommendations were not to be sniffed at.
Just being near two such strong and worldly seeming men with only Maisie as a companion, stirred something naughty in Amber, and she had a feeling that her time in their company could end up being an education in itself. She wriggled around in her seat. Her purple satin travelling attire was very pretty and haute couture, but that didn’t mean that it was comfortable. She had chosen it because Miss Claudia admired how it lit up her blue eyes and created a perfect contrast to her black tresses. Amber shook her head. She had succumbed to vanity in a moment of weakness, and now she was paying for it. At least her travelling companions provided a welcome distraction.
Right now, Gideon had a small pair of round spectacles balanced on his aquiline nose, and he was making notes with a pencil in a little black leather bound book. He frowned at intervals, causing his Stetson to move forwards on his head. It made Amber giggle. He looked so serious, as if he was plotting to run for president, and she wondered what was going on in his mind. She was almost certain that his thoughts weren’t travelling in the same direction as her own. To his left, Harry had sunk low in his seat, his own black hat pulled down over his eyes, his long legs stretched out in front. Amber roamed his face, tracing the square line of his jaw where a light dusting of golden stubble had begun to grow. She wondered how it would feel to run her hand over his chin, to feel that rough hair against her palm. She shivered and pressed her thighs tightly together. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, and his strong hands lay clasped over his stomach. As she looked lower, casting a cautious glance around to check that no one observed her, she perused his groin. Maisie was a fool not to be interested in what lay beneath Harry’s trousers. Amber could clearly make out a substantial bulge, and she had to fight the urge to reach out and squeeze it. She shook her head. She was indeed a wanton woman. But she just wanted a little fun … a little experience before she gave in to drudgery. What was wrong with that?
She toyed with her fan, flicking it out then folding it back. The movement made her think of an agitated cat’s tail. She’d had a ball in Chicago where she’d stayed with Maisie and her loopy aunt Claudia, and she hadn’t wanted to leave. When she’d left Deadwood just over a year ago, she hadn’t been convinced that she’d have a good time at all. Granny Carpenter had talked her into it, telling her that all young ladies should know how to conduct themselves properly and that it would do her good to travel a little before settling down. Especially before settling down in Deadwood. Granny had even suggested that she might find herself a man in Chicago! A smile spread across her face, and she quickly concealed it with her fan. What would Granny have said if she’d known what Amber had gotten up to?

What’s up for grabs?
• One lucky hopper will win a $100 Amazon Gift Certificate sponsored by Evernight Publishing.
• Plus, each author is giving away their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.

How to enter? Answer this question in the comments below…

What is it about Gideon Swain, a cowboy book boyfriend, that would get your pulse racing? 😉

Be sure to leave the answer and your email address to be eligible to win a prize. Each comment gives you an entry for the grand prize (one per blog hop stop). Also, I’m offering a $10 Amazon voucher and a copy of Wanton in the Wild West for the most interesting response to my question.

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EVERNIGHT BOOK BOYFRIEND BLOG HOP

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Well tomorrow morning the Evernight Book Boyfriend Blog Hop begins! There are great prizes to be won and fantastic blogs to visit so make sure you follow the hop to be in with a chance to win. Happy reading and good luck!

Here’s a taster from my post…try not to get too hot and bothered now…;)

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BOOK SPOTLIGHT – CHOCOLATE DREAMS AT THE GINGERBREAD CAFE – by Rebecca Raisin

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Chocolate…the most irresistible temptation?
The Gingerbread Café is all a buzz! This Easter, Lily and the rest of the town of Ashford, Connecticut are planning a truly decadent Chocolate Festival. Cooking up a storm, CeeCee and Lily are not just baking a batch of their sinfully delicious chocolate-dipped gingerbread men, but an excess of chocolate truffles, squidgy, cinnamony hot cross buns and melt in your mouth chocolate eggs. The Gingerbread Café staff have definitely enjoyed the tasting process!
Add in Damon’s cute-as-a-button seven year old daughter, Charlie, up for a visit and Lily’s perfect Easter may just be around the corner. Until her ex-husband Joel turns up demanding twenty thousand dollars… Suddenly the future of the Gingerbread Café is not so clear…and Lily finds herself eating far more of The Gingerbread Café’s treats than her skinny jeans allow…
Can Lily concoct a brilliant plan to save her beloved café, convince Damon she has no feelings for Joel and still throw a Chocolate Festival the town will be talking about for years? There’s only one way to find out…

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Welcome back to the warmth, cupcakes and hot chocolate of The Gingerbread Café – your home away from home
This is the second novella in The Gingerbread Café series

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Coming Christmas 2014 look out for the next romantic instalment!

Other books by Rebecca Raisin:

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ABOUT Rebecca Raisin
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Rebecca Raisin is a true bibliophile.

This love of books morphed into the desire to write them. She’s been widely published in various short story anthologies, and in fiction magazines, and is now focusing on writing romance. The only downfall about writing about gorgeous men who have brains as well as brawn, is falling in love with them – just as well they’re fictional. Rebecca aims to write characters you can see yourself being friends with. People with big hearts who care about relationships, and most importantly, believe in true, once in a lifetime love.
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