BOOK RELEASE – Pleasure Android 7.1 AND Love’s Labyrinth – by Ela Stein

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Hello, everyone! I’m here today to talk about my two new releases with Evernight Publishing, but first of all, a very huge thank you to my blog hostess for having me. These are my first publications, so I am excited and a little scared 🙂 Writing has always been a part of my life, and getting published a dream and a goal, so it’s a cool feeling to have two books for my very first release date.

First, a little bit about my Free Read because… well, it’s free. So you can try out my writing at no risk, and I hope you enjoy it. This is a quick and short read, at a little over 5,000 words. “Pleasure Android 7.1” came about as the result of the eternal “what if” question. With all the advances we’re making in artificial intelligence and robots, it seems almost inevitable that this will be our future. I saw a video about the robots they are creating in China… they look like people, they talk, they make eye contact. It’s exhilarating, the progress we’re making, and a little creepy at the same time. Nico, the hero of “Pleasure Android 7.1” is definitely not the least bit creepy. He was created to be every woman’s fantasy and has the database to deliver (wink, wink).

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Blurb:
Zola is dismayed to discover that for her 40th birthday, her friends teamed up to purchase her a hot sex droid. She refuses to let herself get attached to a machine, and tries her best to avoid the temptation. He is programmed to overcome such resistance and knows how to wear down defenses and sell himself like a pro using his perfect charms and impeccable skills. Though she suspects it’s nothing more than a sales pitch, she begins to question whether beneath his perfect manufactured exterior can lie genuine feelings and desires.

Excerpt:
What the fuck.
A seven-foot-tall box occupied the middle of my living room. I stared at the prime male specimen behind the clear front panel. Well over six feet tall, with dusky skin, dark brown wavy hair, broad shoulders, aquiline nose, full lips—basically, he looked like a model, the kind you’d drool over in an ad for high-end products.
With his eyes closed, his long, thick lashes grazed his chiseled cheekbones. He looked as though he slept—an illusion of the most expensive kind.
I sighed, hands on my hips. My best friend, Lexia, had done it. For my fortieth birthday, she got me a sex droid. She’d joked about it, but I never thought she’d actually follow through. It had to be her—she was the only other person who had access to my apartment.
On the box, in large, blocky print, it proclaimed “Domestic Android 7.1” and underneath it, in fancy script, “For Your Pleasure.” Alrighty then. And what if it was my pleasure to get rid of it? I stalked to the box and circled around it. The back and both sides were solid panels of striking red. If it was supposed to be romantic, their marketing department missed the boat. I wasn’t a big fan of Valentine’s Day, and this was even cheesier than a heart-shaped box of chocolates.
Although, I could remember a time when chocolates, roses, and a little stuffed bear made my heart skip a beat. I had grown a bit jaded over the years, which was probably why my friends decided to gang up and torture me with this… thing. It stood there, like the proverbial elephant in the room. There would be no vid watching on my birthday, cuddled up with a bowl of ice cream. No relaxing in the tub with a good romance novel. Now I was too distracted, and I wasn’t going to be able to enjoy myself until I got this thing out.
A plan formulated: get the box outside and message his creator, Atlas Robotics Corporation, to come pick him up. No, not him. It. I studied the box. At five foot five, it had well over a foot on me. I tried to tilt it to the side, planning on then pushing it out the rest of the way. The damn thing was heavy. So heavy, it didn’t even wobble when I gave it my all.
Exhausted, I plopped down on my yellow pleather couch to glare at the box. I refused to build up a sweat today of all days. What a disaster my birthday was turning out to be. There was no getting the box out until Atlas Robotics agreed to stop by. Since they had no incentive to be eager to process a return, it could be days. Maybe even weeks, I thought miserably.
Not fair that here I was, suffering, while he—it!—stood there, all serene and peaceful. I jumped to my feet and approached the box. There was an easier way to do this. Turn him on and order him to take a hike on his own two legs. The more I considered it, the more I liked this plan. Quick, easy, smart.

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Okay, I hope you liked the beginning of my free short story. Now, onto my novella, “Love’s Labyrinth”. I am a huge fan of fantasy, and this novella is very close to my heart. It’s set in the far future, on a colonized planet. Humans weren’t doing too well with surviving on it after a crash landing, but the Gods took mercy and intervened, helping them figure it out. The Goddess of Love left behind her magical Labyrinth, where once a year, those who participate get to meet the ones they’re fated to be with. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) the ratio of men to women is skewed, so it’s not uncommon with a woman to find more than one mate. As everyone knows, the Goddess makes no mistakes.

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Blurb:
Auria enters the magical Labyrinth on New Year’s Eve, and its halls guide her to the two men she is fated to be with. Brener has loved her from afar since they were children, and Jhennen is a Warrior-Guard, commanding in personality and intimidating in physical presence. They share a life-changing, passionate night together, but come morning, they must decide if their one-night menage can be the beginning of something new. When trouble threatens to tear Auria away from her life and the two men she is starting to develop feelings for, their connection just might be her only hope for salvation.

X-Rated Excerpt:
Brener’s tongue flicked masterfully on my clit. He knew what he did to me. I held my breath, feeling my insides begin to gather, ready for that final moment.
But just before it came, Brener stopped and jerked back, leaving me alone. My pussy protested, my clit throbbing almost painfully. My eyes flew to him in protest, in supplication, but then my whole being froze.
Brener was sitting back on his heels, his lips wet from his ministrations, his body stiff with shock. The same shock I myself felt, as I stared up at the stranger that seemed to have appeared from nowhere.
He was gigantic, appearing to loom like a mountain from my prone position. Whereas Brener had an athlete’s body, this stranger had a warrior’s body with a broad back and wider hips and his entire physique encased in bulky muscle. Blond hair, almost white, was pulled back in a long ponytail—I could see its bottom reached to his lower back. My eyes flew to his face, his cold, pale blue eyes. He seemed to regard me with some measure of amusement. A long pale scar saved his face from being almost pretty, as did the rough bump in his aquiline nose. Leaning against the green wall of the Labyrinth with one shoulder, his relaxed stance was at complete odds with the tension that gripped me.
I gasped and used my hands to cover my breasts, while drawing my legs up to cover my splayed pussy.
Seeing this, he chuckled and shook his head. “No need to cover all the loveliness,” he said, and his words held a hint of an accent, the difference in inflection conveying he was not from our village. It sounded like a northern dialect.
“Who are you?” I could think of nothing else to say in that moment. My heart jumped to action, pounding away like crazy with a surge of adrenaline.
“Jhennen,” he replied, as though we were out to tea, having a pleasant chat. As an afterthought, he added, “Jhennen Vayment.”
“What are you doing here?” Brener almost growled, coming to his feet now, bristling. With them standing, it was clear Jhennen was a couple heads taller. All the more sweet that Brener thought to protect me from him, dwarfed as he was by this man, who looked battle-trained and used to combat.
“I suppose the same thing as you are,” Jhennen drawled out almost carelessly. His stance was nonthreatening, but his eyes glinted with definite danger. “The Goddess brought me here, same as you. So stand down, and either watch or participate, your choice.”
Outraged, I sputtered, and would have flown at him to slap that presumptuous smile off his face, but remembering my complete nakedness, I stayed put. “What do you mean, participate?”
“Is it the word or the concept you’re not clear on?” He turned to me now, his tone light.
“You’re not participating in anything here, or with anyone here. Feel free to turn about and go back the way you came,” I shot back, angry now.
“I think not. The Goddess doesn’t make mistakes, and to be honest, I hoped we’d cross paths here.”

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About Me:
Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (and dark fantasy… Game of Thrones, anyone?), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well (I don’t do contemporary very often). If you’d like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web. I’d love to get to know all of you, and even though my blog is new, I post regularly and update on life and my writing progress. Thanks so much for stopping by today and reading. You can find me here:

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Love’s Labyrinth:
Evernight
Amazon
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Pleasure Android 7.1:
Evernight
ARe
Bookstrand

COVER REVEAL – WILL AND PLEASURE – by Iyana Jenna

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Coming June 22, 2014

JMS Books


Blurb
Unlike his brothers, Jake Welther preferred to stay with his mother when his parents got divorced. So he was surprised when he was called to attend the reading of the will upon his father’s death. Jake never thought he’d get anything from the will. As it turns out, Jake’s father left his four sons not the house or the money but a young man named Luke.

A male prostitute Luke thought things wouldn’t go so bad until one unfortunate night an encounter with a client ended with him curled up in an alley filthy and caked with things he’d rather not think about. A man came to help him, but there was no way Luke could know that the man he knew later as Craig Welther, Sr. was worse than any of his clients.

About the Author:

Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

Author’s Links:

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Alfresco Lurve…cowboy style

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Catherine moved away from the circle and into the shadows where she stood and gazed at the joy before her. It was so good to see such innocent happiness, such carefree enjoyment. It lifted her own spirits and made her feel buoyant, like driftwood bobbing along on the river in the warm sunshine, though she knew that at any moment a cloud could cover the sun or she could hit a whirlpool and be dragged into the swirling depths and buried forever. It was knowing this that made her pleasure all the sweeter—because it was fleeting, temporary and fragile.
“Will you dance?” Kenan’s breath was hot against her cheek, his hands firm as he squeezed her shoulders.
“I can think of something that I’d prefer to be doing.” She laughed, the cider making her bold and amorous.
“Well in that case”–he took her hand then pulled her after him—“you’d better follow me.”
She hurried along behind him, leaving the hoots and hollers of the wedding party safely ensconced within the circle of lights. As they moved away, it grew darker and cooler and she welcomed the refreshing night air as it soothed her hot cheeks and gently dried the fine sheen of perspiration that had gathered above her top lip. She hadn’t realised how warm it had been around all of those people but now it was obvious and she was glad to be away from them.
Kenan stopped when they rounded a corner and were out of the sight of the wedding party. When he had checked that they were alone, he took hold of her and pushed her backwards against the side of the house. The sun had warmed the wood throughout the summer day and the logs now gave up some of that heat to Catherine, their warmth penetrating the thin material of her gown. It made her think of how Kenan warmed her with his presence and his attentions and how she absorbed his offerings, unable to generate her own heat like a tree cut down in its prime.
“You are so beautiful.” Kenan took her chin gently between his thumb and forefinger. The full moon sat directly above them and Catherine imagined that it was looking down on them, wondering what their next move would be. She gasped as Kenan started to unbutton her dress. He slid each button slowly, yet deftly, from its hole and she held her breath in anticipation. When her dress lay open to the waist, he slid his hands in and parted it so that her corset and chemise were exposed. “Such big bouncy tits.” He licked his lips before lowering his head to her chest where he rubbed his face over the heavy mounds of her flesh. Her belly flipped with excitement and she grabbed the back of his head, pressing his face into her and moaning when he covered her erect nipples with his mouth and suckled them in turn through the gauzy material. He pulled first on one, taking it deep into his mouth and running his hot tongue over the tip, before turning his attention to the other one, until Catherine felt the flutter deep in her core that reminded her of that link between breast and womb.
He continued toying with her in this way and she felt her desire for him building inside her until she was so full of need that she believed she would explode. When he stopped for a moment to look into her eyes, she quickly slipped her damp chemise down over her breasts so that the rosy buds stood to attention in the moonlight and basked under the heat of Kenan’s gaze. He leant forward and kissed her whilst he moved his hands over her naked flesh, pinching and rolling her hard nubs between his fingertips until she didn’t know whether it was pleasure or pain that stirred the juices in her cunny.
“I need to take you,” Kenan mumbled between kisses.
Catherine massaged his tongue with her own then lowered her hands to his groin and caressed his bulging cock. It was hard and swollen beneath the material of his trousers and she could feel its energy, waiting to be released. Kenan grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her round so that she faced the side of the house.
“Like this,” he ordered, pushing her upper body towards the wooden wall so that her exposed bosoms grazed the logs. He kept one hand on her back so that she stayed in place while he popped open his trousers and freed his erection from his underwear. Catherine reached around to take him in her hand and she moaned at the size and girth of his excitement.

What happens next? 😉

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They did what?

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I’ve come across some interesting information whilst researching for my WIP A Rancher for Rosie – the second book in The Duggans of Montana series. I won’t give too much away, but I wanted to find out more about contraceptive methods in the old Wild West. I really enjoy the research stage of writing, even when it pulls me out of the story because I need to check a fact or confirm something I think I know.

Today, we have access to a range of ways to avoid getting pregnant or picking up some nasty sexually transmitted infection, even if no method (other than complete abstinence) is 100% effective. Back in the 1800s, the need for contraception was no different, but I’ll be honest…some of their methods weren’t pretty!

Here are a few examples of things women, especially prostitutes, did to avoid getting pregnant:

Relying on the rhythm method.
Using a womb veil, or cervical cap, which could be made out of the scraped out rind of half a lemon or treated sheep intestines.
Using early forms of condoms which were – ew – made out of sheep intestines or rubber. The latter could be washed out and reused.
Inserting vinegar soaked sponges into the woman to create a hostile environment for ‘swimmers’.
Douching with a variety of substances such as pearlash, carbolic acid, quinine or lemon juice. Sometimes they created douches out of arsenic or mercury, combined with herbs like juniper, asafoetida and pennyroyal.
Having intercrural sex, which was simulating intercourse by holding the man’s erection between your thighs.
Indulging in anal sex.
The last resort – abortion – either by ingesting something with abortifacient properties, such as Queen Anne’s Lace seeds, or visiting an abortionist.

This list isn’t comprehensive, so let me know if you’re aware of any others.

Molly xxx

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BOOK RELEASE – KEEPING SECRETS – by Kiru Taye

Keeping Secrets by Kiru Taye
Contemporary Romance

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BLURB

Have
you ever loved someone and didn’t even know it?


That’s
the dilemma facing Felix Essien when he wakes from a coma to find he is married
to the most beautiful and sensual woman he’s ever known. He cannot remember her
or their wedding; he who had sworn never to get married or to give his heart to
another. Yet, he feels an intense bond with her that he intends to explore
fully.


Ebony
can’t believe her good fortune when her paper husband wakes not remembering the
temporary marriage arrangement with no intimacies he’d proposed, and is now the
adoring husband she’s always dreamt of.


She
plans to make the most of the passion blossoming between them. However, would
he still feel that way when he regains his memory and realises she’s been
keeping secrets and their marriage is not what he thinks it is?

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Top Ten Facts About The Main Characters

So
many unanswered questions. They wouldn’t all be answered today.
“What
are you doing here?” He’d ordered her to take the day off. So had his father.
“I
know what you and Daddy said.” She looked away from him. “I met up with my
friend for lunch and I enjoyed being pampered at the spa. But I’ve been here
every day since you’ve been hospitalised and it felt strange not seeing you.”
“But
the chair…you shouldn’t sleep in it.”
Shoulders
rose and fell as she looked up at him through her long, dark lashes.
“When
I arrived, you were asleep, so I decided to read. I didn’t realise I was so
tired. I just drifted to sleep.” She bit her bottom lip, drawing his attention
to it.
The
need to kiss her overpowered him. On impulse, he settled a hand on her back,
pulling her close. With the other, he lifted her chin and lowered his head to
meet hers.
Muscles
on her back tensed. He massaged her skin like he would a skittish horse before
a game of polo. With gentle brushes, he swept his lips across hers. The sealed,
luscious pair called him to mine their depths. Instead, he coaxed and stroked
and traced them with his tongue from one end to the other, bidding his time.
He’d
caught a glimpse of her banked passion yesterday when he asked about their
wedding night. No matter what else went on, they desired each other. Mutual
attraction.
With
a low moan, she leaned in and opened for him.
As
he slipped in, her sweet flavour exploded on his tongue. She tasted of
peppermint and vanilla. In the recesses of his mind, the kiss registered. He’d
done this before. Tasted her.
A
groan rumbled within and he slid his hands around her waist and lifted her onto
his lap so that she straddled him.
Whimpering,
she rubbed against him, hips canting against hips, supple breasts crushed to
his chest.
Needing
intimate contact, he ran a palm over her side, skimming the swell of soft
breasts down to the hem of her tunic. He lifted it, his hand making contact
with smooth, warm skin. Another moan escaped her lips. He swallowed it, loving
her sound and taste. Moving his hand up till it reached her breast, he caressed
it through the lace of her bra, flicking the already taut nipple with his
thumb.
In
response, she ground against his bulge.
Sweet fuck!
A
lover of books, as a teenager Kiru Taye used to read novels under the blanket
with a torch at night. These days, with a young family to take care of, she’s
still sacrificing sleep for the pleasures of a good book.
During
the day though, she transforms her wildly vivid imagination into sensual,
atmospheric romance stories with passionate characters.
When
she’s not writing or reading, she’d hanging out with family and friends or
travelling. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with husband and
children.
You
reach her via her
blog, Facebook, Twitter, Google+ or Pinterest
Follow her blog
for latest news and giveaways:
http://kirutayewrites.blogspot.com
Read
book excerpts and free short stories on her website:
http://www.kirutaye.com
Link to
her
Amazon author page

To
celebrate the release of Keeping Secrets, Kiru is giving away a goodie pack which
includes $20 Amazon gift card, signed paperback of An Engagement Challenge,
Keeping Secrets t-shirt and face cap.
Leave me
a comment to stand a chance of winning and complete the rafflecopter to enter
the contest.


Harlot at the Homestead Book Tour

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Harlot at the Homestead is going on tour! With the help of the lovely ladies at Love Bites and Silk, I’m looking for bloggers happy to host, post, read and review. If you’re interested in hosting me at your blog for a book spotlight or author/character interview and you’d like to get your hands on a free review copy of my historical western, then please sign up using the link below.

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A Biker and a Dom…oh my!!!

Here’s an excerpt from Bound to the Bad Boy to take you into the weekend…

Megan has just returned to Matt’s house with him and she’s a boiling pot of desire and confusion.

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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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