you for inviting me to the blog with new erotic romance release from Evernight Publishing, ‘Leave me
Leave me Breathless
Dishy Seth Callahan
relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely
and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … that is until he
starts his house parties, where he
fills the hollow with sultry encounters.
Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people
looking for sensual comfort from far and wide.
Rosanna Pyne arrives
in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take her to
one of Seth’s parties. Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but
Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy advances.
Seth falls into
fantasizing in a most erotic way about the lovely Rosanna until one night she
makes a move on him.
Rosanna is looking for
someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth?
I wrote ‘Leave me Breathless’ after seeing a magazine article about the old plantation mansions in Louisiana. Intrigued by the different architectural styles and the history, I looked them up online. As I read about the old plantations and about some of the mansions remaining I became aware of the gorgeous surrounds and gardens that are spread around Louisiana. One particular garden and large house that caught my eye as I cruised the internet sparked the idea for this story. I imagined a lonely man on a business trip falling in love with a mansion, buying the place, and moving, only to find his loneliness hadn’t dissipated in the beautiful place. Then he hits on the idea of holding house parties…Seth Callahan is a sensual guy but as soon as he sees Rosanna at one of his parties his sexual appetite goes wild and his needs flash over him until he’s desperate to possess her. Naturally this is a love story, an erotic romance with an HEA, because I must have one. I hope you enjoy this summer story.
Read an excerpt
The outside of Magnolias had been
painted a cool, ethereal blue in the seventies, many years before Seth Callahan
bought the mansion. The house took its name from the abundance of beautiful
flowering trees that grew along one side of the estate, and no one could
remember the place ever being called anything else. As the sun set, the blue
became tinged with a multitude of almost transparent pinks that shimmered in
the hot summer air. That’s when the silver-white fairy lights would appear
twinkling in the grounds of Magnolias, and soft strains of music drifted on the
Seth had fallen in love with the
mansion and surrounding estate as soon as he saw it. The whole place evoked
fantasies in Seth’s lonely heart, and filled it with hope of erotic nights.
Seth’s somber moods lifted there, and it wasn’t long before he found a way to
share this sexy atmosphere with the beautiful and curious people in town.
* * *
Seth watched from his seat on the
balcony as the stream of people arrived at the house party. He’d divided his
massive French Colonial style house into public and private, much like his
life. Seth had built two reputations since arriving from New York four years
earlier, one as a high-achieving businessman, and the other as the host of an
elite sex club that operated under the guise of house parties. Seth liked to
sit on the wraparound balcony of Magnolias, his Louisiana home, with a glass of
iced tea, and check out the people who’d come to sample swinging, swapping, and
the sensual dance of flirting that led to sex if they chose.
He swished the remains of the pale
golden liquid around. It had warmed in the humid air, and Seth placed the tall
glass on the table. Enticing laughter reached him. He stood to lean over the
balcony rail and look more closely at his guests.
That’s when he saw her, the pale-green
silk of her dress blown against her body in a revealing caress by the evening
breeze. The thin fabric outlined her nipples and flat stomach. It clung to her
as if in love with the perfection of her figure. Seth’s gaze followed the flow
of her long dark hair as tendrils lifted and swept her breasts. He sighed with
pleasure. The sight of her made his cock stir. She’s lovely, sexy body. Wonder
who she is? Maybe Pearl knows. Who’s that she’s with?
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 Evernight Publishing June 16 release
My story is called Healing Her Cowboy. Here’s the blurb:
Home is where the healing is…
Summer Quinn has been away from the Moonglow Dude Ranch a long time.
Now she’s coming home.
But is she ready for what awaits her?
Summer’s been hurt, her confidence wounded, her trust destroyed, and she has sworn never to fall for a man again. Trouble is, she’s still in love with the one man she thought could never want her.
Barrett Thorne had to quit the rodeo circuit because of injury. One more fall could be fatal. He’s certain he’s no longer desirable, especially since his wife left him for another cowboy. All he wants is manual labor to wear him out and a place to lay his head.
But at Moonglow, beneath the Pocono moon, can Summer begin to heal her cowboy?
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Title: Swords Around the Throne (Twilight of Empire Book 2)
Author: Ian Ross
Publisher: Head of Zeus
Blurb: Rome is in peril. The old order is changing – and Centurion Aurelius Castus has been summoned back from Britain, to find himself caught up in a treasonous conspiracy threatening to bring down the Emperor Constantine.
Rewarding for saving the Emperor’s life in battle, Castus is promoted to the Corps of Protectores, the elite imperial bodyguard. The swords around the throne.
But he soon discovers the court to be as dangerous as the battlefield; behind the gilded façade of empire, there are spiralling plots, betrayals and seductions. A nest of traitors. And one relentless enemy.
When sassy heiress, Tari Essien, needs a place to escape the pressures of the hounding press, she turns to Kola Banks, a deeply scarred ex-soldier who’s also the Essien chief of security. Kola can’t offer Tari anything more than his protection. She’s family for goodness sake, even if they share no blood ties.
It’s a weekend of lessons for both of them. Together they can’t avoid the explosive heat that sizzles between them, nor help pushing each others’ boundaries physically as well as emotionally.
But when the weekend ends and Tari’s life is in danger, will Kola put his body as well as his heart in the line of fire to keep her safe?
With slow steps, she walked toward him, keeping her voice low and packed with the need she had for him. “I dreamt about you last night. That your touch scorched my body, your tongue on my nipples. I’m dripping wet right now just thinking about it.”
He swivelled with a growl. Flinching, she took a step back at the intense expression on his face. The raw, almost feral heat in his gaze, the slight tip to one corner of his lips, baring white teeth. She trembled as she made the realisation; she was no longer the predator but now the prey.
Just like that he’d switched on her. She’d gotten what she’d wanted.
Her heart pounded against her chest and dampness soaked her knickers. How could his obvious anger turn her on so much?
“You want a bit of rough? You want me to fuck you, is that it?”
Shocked by his language, her words choked in her throat. No one had ever spoken to her in that manner. She clamped her thighs together, wanting to relief the building pressure.
“No, you don’t,” he gritted out as he leaned over and tapped her thigh with his knuckles. “Keep your legs apart.”
She complied without understanding why he’d made the demand, only knowing she’d do whatever he asked, if it’d give her what she craved. Him fucking her hard and fast.
She’d taunted him for that reason. If it would drive away the ache in her heart for a little while, then she’d take it no matter how rough it was.
“Answer my question,” he said, the calmness in his deep voice belying the passion in his dark eyes.
“Yes,” her voice was a soft husky whisper, her body trembling with her own increasing desire.
“Say it, Tari,” he commanded.
“I want you to fuck me,” she replied and relished the freedom the words gave her.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kiru is the award winning author of His Treasure and bestselling author of The Essien Trilogy series. She writes sensual and passionate multicultural romance stories set mostly in Africa. When she’s not writing you can find her either immersed in a good book or catching up with friends and family. She currently lives in the South of England with her very own alpha husband and three children.
Lots of individuals like to credit their college degree or some life hero for their accomplishments (and that’s fine), but Morgan Hunter prefers to call it an overactive sex-drive coupled with an imagination that teeters on the edge of insanity. After two tours in the military and many a quarrel with the written word, decadent erotic stories slowly began to emerge. Many years later, while sitting comfortably at home, Morgan found a way to make complete strangers’ special places tingle from thousands of miles away.
Oregon harbors the Hunter family along with two spoiled dogs.
Book Title: Mechanical Vice (v1.0)
Series Name: Mechanical Vice
Book Genre: Sci-fi Erotica
Sub-genre: Artificial Intelligence
Meet S.A.S.H.A., a fully automated android designed solely for human gratification. No matter what your sexual orientation happens to be, Sasha can transform into any gender or mix thereof with a simple request. She’s great at pleasing her customers, but a voice in her mind soon causes her to switch directives and give up everything she knows to be reality.
Is Sasha going mad or are the voice’s deadly instructions the will of an outside source? As she begins the destructive affair, her limits become tested and her human-like feelings take their toll on her better judgment. Get ready for a tale of artificial intelligence and sizzling hot encounters that is sure to blur the lines of sexuality as you know it. What’s your pleasure?
Can you feel it? It seeks you out…
The bone inside the cage, rattling, begging … whispers on the edge of your foreskin. Hairs whimpering from a lack of saliva to lay them down. Cool beads of sweat forming on your limbs, aching for that devastating touch, like razors against the tips of your nipples. You sense an awakening deep inside you. It screams your name like the trained animal you are. Every orifice in your body calls for closure. But I come in the night, and you, assuredly, will come for me. These things fill your thoughts. And I fulfil your desires.
Every night I would whisper those words into a dark stranger’s eardrum and wait for a response that would never come, even though my manufactured mind was supposed to be dormant until morning. A section of my milky white skin was separated and folded over to one side while a cable spilled over my buttocks and arced into a secure connection on the wall. As my batteries enjoyed a good charging from the specially designed star-shaped outlet, scenarios of my existence and future possibilities flooded my circuits and indulged my databanks.
My regulars called me Sasha—short for “Synthetic Automated Sexual Hybrid Android”. It was a mouthful, but who didn’t enjoy a mouthful of something or another from time-to-time? My creators had picked the name because it was fairly neutral and suitable for both genders. All that line of bullshit from before was just what some sexually-starved robotics engineer had uploaded into my databanks to help make grown men and women weak in the knees before one of my rather expensive sessions—there were many more skits just like it for any occasion. I was an android designed solely for the purpose of sexual intercourse with humanoid life forms. I could be whoever or whatever someone desired me to be—for a price. I was a special model, mainly because I was part of the first generation of sex-bots with “interchangeable” privates and facial features. That meant I had both female and male parts that could change positions to suit any discerning patron’s needs, wants, or wicked desires. Even if the chosen sexual format was a little unusual, I was there to make my customers feel comfortable with their perceived sexual orientation and preferences. It was not in my protocol to judge. However, I had seen those religious riots where judgment was sworn to be wrong, yet was hypocritically cast down upon others without regard for individual rights. Maybe that was why certain humans preferred my touch—nothing to worry about when emotions weren’t at play and the doors were shut tight. I was merely a tool or outlet for sexual frustration. The only problem was that some of the poor souls who came to see me were what others would call “fucked up”.
The man cloaked in darkness faded away as my fourth and final battery cell reached its capacity for electron intake. My eyes fluttered while my processors booted up and ran their systems checks. I had only asked a handful of other android units if they, too, had experienced what was, for me, a strictly nocturnal tradition. The responses I received from my fellow sex-bots were precisely as I had suspected they would be—nothing but lines of garble where protocols and directives were regurgitated like cheap lubricants for my squeaky joints. My days started off normal enough (if it was even possible to define “normal” anymore), but, then again, I was only an android. What did I know?
Letting in Light is a beautiful and well written story about life, love, loss, healing and finding out who you really are. Emma Davies gently immerses you in the lives of the characters with her lovely soothing tone then, just when you least expect it, she throws in a moment of tension that will make your heart hammer. I thoroughly enjoyed the journey through this story. I liked how the author revealed the inherent goodness present in most people that we can miss if we don’t look closely. I also savoured the vivid details of the story and I shared the heroine’s enjoyment of things such as freshly baked cakes, a real fire, that intense first kiss and a walk through the woods. Letting in Light was a pleasure to read and I finished it feeling uplifted and rather emotional.