#bookrelease -Bound to Fate – by Kiru Taye @lovebitessilk

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Bound To Fate by Kiru Taye
#NewAdult #Romance #AARomance #AfricanAmerican

Short Blurb

A relationship between Ike and Lara is forbidden but love like theirs cannot be denied. Catastrophe lies in wait and one night changes their lives forever.

Bound to Fate is a story about surviving tragedy, forgiveness, and the overwhelming love that pulls through against the odds.

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#bookrelease – The CEO and the Cowboy – by Starla Kaye @lovebitessilk

Starla Kaye’s Double Audio Book Tour
for
The CEO and The Cowboy (M/M Romance Novella)

and
For Ruby’s Love (M/M/F Romance Novella)

 

BLURB – The CEO and The Cowboy

The whole thing about relationships and feelings confuses the heck out of Calhoun. He’s a simple cowboy and he’d been planning to marry a long-time friend for a while. When he finally realizes it doesn’t feel right, he lets her go. He probably shouldn’t have gone to her wedding to another man, but she wanted him there. But that’s when he really gets confused. His eye is drawn to a seriously hot businessman…and that sure does unnerve him…and yet….

Emotionally burned by the last man he thought he’d loved, Daniel isn’t anxious to replace him. But there is something about the proud, bedroom-eyed cowboy who shows up at his friend’s wedding. The CEO isn’t even sure if the cowboy’s gay, although the heat firing between them makes him wonder….

What he does know is that he plans to find out.

Book Title: The CEO and The Cowboy

Publisher: Decadent Publishing

Date Published: July 7, 2012

Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, GLBT, gay romance

Heat Rating: 4

Page Count: 40

Narrated by: Chase Johnson

Length: 1 hr and 25 mins

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BLURB – For Ruby’s Love

Rancher Calhoun Cordell and businessman Daniel Patterson have struggled for almost two years as a couple, with careers and goals often in conflict. A tragic fire, leading to a traumatized valuable breeding mare, has Calhoun sending for a well-known horse whisperer. Except the man is dead. His daughter, Ruby McMurtry, shows up for the job instead and complicates their lives even more.

Book Title: For Ruby’s Love
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Date Published: January 20, 2015
Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, GLBT, gay romance, western, ménage
Heat Rating: 4
Length: 135 pages

 

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Excerpt from The CEO and The Cowboy (PG13 Rating)

“Want a tour?” He desperately wanted to get him up to his bedroom. He wanted to strip him out of that Western-cut suit, find out if he was a boxers or briefs man. He was curious if those pecs were as muscled as he suspected, if the abs were six-packed. He longed to….

“Why did you really bring me here?”

Surprised, he stood quietly for several long seconds, debating how to answer. Then he decided actions might just be better than words at the moment. If he had the nerve. Yes! Yes, you do.

He moved directly in front of him, watched the man’s nostrils flare, and his eyes widen. But the cowboy didn’t step back, and he didn’t look ready to send a fist into his face. Nerves tangling in his stomach, he put his hands around Cordell’s neck and leaned closer.

The big man tensed, but still didn’t tell him to back off. He didn’t say a word, just stood there looking wary, but determined. Clearly curious. Cautious, too.

Unable to resist any longer, he slanted his mouth over the tempting lips. Fire seared him. Need. Desperation.

Cordell stiffened even more, and he was pretty sure his cowboy had never done this before. He appeared uncomfortable, and his heart pounded so hard he could feel it. Yet he didn’t pull away.

Not wanting to frighten the man off, he gently slid his tongue along the crease of those lips until, finally, they opened. He had to have more, but he had to go slowly.

Surprising him again, he felt Cordell put his arms around his waist, pushing under his suit coat, pulling him closer. God, yes!

Heat raged through him, and he felt the warmth of the body pressed against his. Their hearts thudded, chest against chest. Then the man shuddered even as they tangled tongues.

Excerpt from For Ruby’s Love (R Rating)

The quiet opening of the drawer on Daniel’s nightstand captured his focus. Damn! In a panic, he hurried over, knowing there was a selection of intimate toys inside and unsure how she would feel about finding them. Why couldn’t she have opened his nightstand drawer on the other side of the bed? All his held were condoms, lubricants, and massage oils.

His face flamed as he blurted out, “I don’t think—”

“Oh my!” She lifted out two of their most used toys, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You guys must have a good time together.”

“Yes, but….” Talk about uncomfortable! A hell of a turn on, too. Just seeing her small hands holding the items made his heart race. He’d no doubt think about this whenever he and Daniel dug into the drawer again.

He started to reach for the toys, but she grinned and pulled them close…right next to her breasts. An action that made his raging erection grow even more.
She held out their newest purchase, one his lover had used on him last week. Sitting the smaller one down beside her, she admired the black, anatomically-designed, five-inch-long tool. Her fingers danced over the vinyl stimulator as she studied it. “And this is? It’s too short for a dildo.”

To prove her point, she picked up the ten-inch Bad Boy dildo she’d set down and held them side by side. She cocked her head and waited for his answer.

He fought the urge to rip them from her hands and toss them back into the drawer. But she looked interested, not judgmental. Sighing in resignation, he said, “The black one is a plug.”

“That means?” She appeared thoughtful and admitted, “I’ve read about dildos, so I sort of understand them. I’ve even been thinking about getting one.” Her cheeks turned pink.

Starla Kaye wears many hats professionally and as a writer. She is the community coordinator for a Midwestern accounting firm, a gerontologist who volunteers with an active group of senior adults, a mentor/teacher of writing, and a multi-published author. She dabbles in writing romances of many sub-genres: contemporary, historical Western, medieval, sci-fi, fantasy, paranormal, and Regency. To date she has published 20 novels, 38 novellas, 8 anthologies, and 18 short stories. You can learn more about her work at http://starlakaye.com

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MY REVIEW

The CEO and the Cowboy is an enjoyable quick read. It is well written and engaging. The build up of the attraction between Cal and Daniel is delicious. Starla Kaye creates a will they / won’t they tension as Cal goes through his own inner turmoil. He’s never been with a man before, so he goes through plenty of conflict as he tries to fight his lust. I enjoyed the chemistry between the characters and the erotic scenes were hot!

FOUR STARS!!!

#bookrelease – The Ties That Bind – by C.P. Mandara @lovebitessilk

 

Title: The Ties That Bind
Genre: Dark Erotica, BDSM, Suspense

 

Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff’s terms for his daughter’s release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal’s sanity depends

upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one.

Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world’s top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity.

Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond.

Escape is beginning to seem like an impossible dream…

Content warning: M/f, F/f, M/M, kinky underwater bondage, dub-con, non-consensual sex


ADULT EXCERPT

“We need to work together, you and I,” said Mark, and his
lips descended to nuzzle her neck, “because I suspect we want the same thing.”
“You want ten tonnes of sugar and a three litre vat of
coffee?” She was rewarded with a sharp nip for her troubles. “Don’t go vampire
on me,” she threatened, “I’ve already got you down as the big bad wolf.”
He laughed. “Because I can see you, smell you and eat you
better than anyone else you’ve ever known?”
“No, it was a ‘whose afraid of the big bad wolf thing,’ but
you’ve been replaced in that department. Anyway, tell me what we’re working
together on.”
“I’m never especially comfortable around you,”
she yelped as she received a backhander on her left butt-cheek, “but I’m not
afraid of you, no.”
“Good.”
Her right cheek was subjected to the same
treatment and it felt divine. He then pressed something cold and hard against
the entrance to her pussy, and she instinctively moved upwards to avoid it.
“Relax. It’s just a set of Ben Wa balls.
They’ll help improve your pelvic floor muscles because you’ll have to squeeze
tightly to keep them inside of you. Lots of squeezing makes my fun in the
bedroom infinitely more entertaining.” Another slap on her backside, but the
first ball was already being worked inside her and it felt sublime. It was
heavy, smooth and almost certainly made of some kind of metal. Her money would
be on stainless steel.
“These are some of the heaviest ones I can
find, mainly because I don’t like to make my games too easy for you. If you
live under my roof, you’re going to have to work for everything and I mean everything, but that’s all part of the
fun. If you can figure out a way to please me, I’ll make your life bearable.”
He stroked the line of her throat and tongued the unbelievably sensitive spot
just behind her earlobe. She shuddered.
“Does bearable include unlimited amounts of
coffee and chocolate?” There was another petulant yelp as he increased the
strength of his swats, but she didn’t wiggle out of the way.
“No, and never tell me stuff like that, because
now I’ll ration both coffee and chocolate until you’re begging for the stuff. I
like watching women beg. There’s something amazing about watching a woman beg,
especially for sex.” He winked at her. “I’ll remember to cover you from head to
toe in chocolate body paint frequently, in order to torment the hell out of
you.” The second kegel ball was slotted into place, as deep inside her as his
fingers would go. There was a pause as her body took a moment to spasm all
over. Mark aroused her just by speaking, damnit, and all the rest of the stuff
was just overkill in her opinion. Biting her tongue sharply, she managed to get
a hold of herself.
“That might be OK, as long as I get a chance to
lick the stuff off,” said Jenny thoughtfully.
“Oh no. I’ll be painting your chocolate rations
somewhere far more interesting.” Mark
pulled her away from the bed and stood directly in front of her. Jenny was
trying hard not to laugh. She couldn’t help it. The image of Mark with his cock
covered in chocolate was doing strange things to her libido.
“Now I’m curious. Would you like your chocolate
rations orally or as a suppository? I’m sure the sugar would hit you quicker if
we…”
“Nooo,” Jenny bit out, and the man had
successfully wiped the smile off her face in an instant, which she guessed was
his goal.
“Right, enough distractions. The name of the game is this… I
have a pair of bolt cutters that will make moving and walking far less
embarrassing for your restaurant visit. You keep those balls inside you for the
next ten minutes, no matter what I do to you, and I’ll see what I can manage
with regards to your restraints. You’ll still have the cuffs on, of course, but
you’ll lose the chains – so more freedom for a little bit of effort. What do
you say, Miss Redcliff?”
“Game on,” came the reply.
The pressure of the heavy metal balls within her had seemed
fine at first. Mark made her crawl around the floor a bit, and introduced a
flogger to the proceedings, but it was not particularly hard work to keep them
securely inside her. She had to squeeze the muscles of her vagina tightly together,
but the initial effort required to do so was sustainable, or so she’d thought.
Moving around proved difficult, not because of the chains,
she’d almost become used to those, but when the balls vibrated and bounced
together they sent shock waves of pleasure radiating through her body. The
flogger drove her this way and that throughout his apartment, and each twist
and turn was murder on her insides.
“I’ve waited a long time to fuck you, Jennifer Redcliff.”
His voice echoed in her ears but she didn’t fully comprehend their meaning
until a few moments later. “Whatever I want is usually delivered immediately to
me, with no questions asked. I guess that’s one of the perks of being me.
Having to wait over a week for something I really want is unheard of, and yet
here I am still as excited by you as the first day I laid eyes on you. Scrap
that, even more so. I want to pin you to the wall like a fucking Van Gogh, Miss
Redcliff, and just like the Van Gogh, I wouldn’t mind if you graced my wall for
several years or more. Does that scare you? Do you want to serve, Jenny? Do you
want to serve me? Or are you, perhaps, just telling me the words I want to hear
so you can run out on me at the first opportunity?”
To prove his point, Mark had scooped her up off the floor
and slammed her backside against the bright white wall behind her. He obviously
preferred the minimalist look, because not a single painting adorned it, which
was probably a good thing when your head was being slammed against it. Not that
she cared. Her body was buzzing with an intensity that had little to do with
the vibrating balls inside her. Just one look from the annoying man in front of
her and she was reduced to speaking gibberish. He had his flies undone and his
cock nudging for entrance at her pussy, which might explain her inability to
articulate words, but then again those smouldering brown eyes could produce
naked flames if one weren’t careful. When he thrust himself inside her and
smacked into the two balls, she nearly exploded on the spot.
There was no question that she was wet. Dripping wet. These
days she was always soaked. But having two heavy, vibrating balls slammed into
your cervix was an experience she was not going to forget in a hurry. Finally
she got a grip on her tongue. “So,” she said breathlessly, feeling his mouth
hovering above her nipple, “where are
the Van Gogh’s?” Bathing in the hot air from his mouth, her nipple pleaded for
more, and finally he teased it with his tongue. Small licks and flicks was all
it was treated to, but it cried out for more, stretching and straining its
little self until it could grow no more.
“I already told you, you
are the Van Gogh, and if you don’t shut up, I might decide to hang you here
permanently for my own personal use.”
His strokes were blunt but fierce. He worked the balls
inside her as deep as they would go, cupping her reddened ass in his hands and
tilting her towards him. Grinding against her clit, she was once again mute, so
his threat had been a pointless one. Her head was in another place entirely and
it was a happy place. Each thrust knocked the balls about inside her and they
played a decadently wonderful tune.
“Madam, I am at your cervix for the entire evening,” Mark
whispered, barely holding back a chuckle. Jenny didn’t care. She was almost at
the point where she was hoping his earlier threat might come true. Being pinned
against his wall for this kind of regular treatment wouldn’t be a hardship. Au
contraire. It would be a fucking amazing. Before that thought had a chance to
be examined, he pulled out of her.
Two heavy metal balls plummeted downwards and she did her
best to slow their descent by clenching her PC muscles as hard as she could.
Her face twisted as the effort of gripping them took hold.
“I’m not going to make this easy on you, Pet. You’re going
to have to work to keep those balls inside of you. Grabbing her wrists, one at
a time, he slammed them into the wall above her head. “Tell me what you want,”
he growled.
But she wasn’t going to give in that easily. If he wanted to
play nasty, then so could she, and the chocolate episode was still fresh in her
mind. “I want,” she breathed in sexily and fluttered her eyelashes in great
swoops that Cleopatra would have been proud of, “the largest cup of coffee that
you can find.”
He grinned evilly, and she knew instantly that she’d made a
mistake, but controlling the things that flowed out of her mouth had never been
one of her strong points, and even less so in the heat of the moment. His cock
slid between her legs and gently strokes the edges of her labia. Moving back
and forth he teased her gently and she groaned in arousal. “There goes your
‘before-dinner-orgasm’ darling, and you’ll be lucky if I don’t take you out to
dinner stark naked and wearing even more chains than you are already. Does that
appeal?”
“No,” she mewled, swiftly curtailing anything else that
might have threatened to spill out of her mouth. She had more important things
to worry about. The heavy balls inside her were slipping. If she’d have behaved
herself, she would barely have had to work for her bolt cutters, but now,
without his help… things were getting difficult. Clamping together her tiring
muscles, the lines of strain became evident upon her face.

 

“So let’s try that again. Tell me what you want.”

Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. Think surfing or sailing. She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside, or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much, she’s one of the few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

 

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Christina is generously running a giveaway during The Ties That Bind book tour and giving away the following:
First Prize: $10 Amazon Gift Card
Second Prize: A signed copy of ‘The Riding School,’ with signed bookmark
Third prize: A black flogger and fridge magnets

#bookrelease – The Protectors – by Doris O’Connor @mamad8 @lovebitessilk

Series: The Protectors
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance
Publisher: Siren Publishing
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HER BEAR PROTECTOR
From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile.

Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question.

As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires.

The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

BUY LINKS:

http://www.bookstrand.com/her-bear-protector

http://www.amazon.com/Protector-Protectors-Siren-Publishing-Classic-ebook/dp/B00PR3CLUC/

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-bear-protector-the-protectors-1-doris-oconnor/1120800464?ean=9781632584373

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THE WITCH’S PROTECTOR

~They’re the men mothers warn their daughters to stay away from~

In 1957 the tiny village of Middle Brook is caught between two warring MCs, the Mongrels and the Lupines. As a fledgling Guardian witch, not yet in full control of her immense powers, Joanne Lilley knows to stay away. When she witnesses the Mongrels leader being run off the road, the instant connection she feels to the wolf shifter changes everything. Is he the one destined to awaken her?

Henry Hastings is the Alpha of his pack, and the village’s Protector. He’s a man with a vision—all shifters will unite against the evil that haunts Cumbria at night—something the Lupines vehemently oppose. Finding his mate is a young and innocent witch, wasn’t part of that vision, but the fates have decided.

Being with him places Joanne in danger, as her awakened powers are sought by his enemies.

When disaster strikes, Henry is faced with an impossible choice…

BUY LINKS:

http://www.bookstrand.com/the-witchs-protector

http://www.amazon.com/Witchs-Protector-Protectors-Publishing-Classic-ebook/dp/B00WRMIXNA/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-witchs-protector-the-protectors-2-doris-oconnor/1121859726?ean=9781632591753

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HER LION PROTECTOR
Never mess with the fates…

Rebecca Hastings has no intention on settling down with some over possessive shifter. This fledgling guardian witch might need to have sex to awaken her powers, but surely anyone will do?

When Lion Shifter Leon Friars interrupts her outdoor tryst with the college heart throb, she is simultaneously relieved and shocked. This sex on legs hunk can’t be the boy she grew up with. This Protector makes her want to forget all of her plans, and just submit, and that will never do.

Being mated to Rebecca had not been in Leon’s plans either, but his lion has spoken. When Rebecca denies the bond between them, a heartbroken and furious Leon allows her to run away.

The fates will not be denied, however, and when Rebecca returns years later, Leon has to decide whether he can ever trust her again.

Is it too little, too late, or does love conquer all—fates included?

BUY LINK:

http://www.bookstrand.com/her-lion-protector

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THE VAMPIRE’S PROTECTOR

She is a Protector, sworn to kill vampires, not mate with them.

Eva Arnett is not having a good day. Not only does she prang her bike, but she is also set upon by a nest of vicious vamps, and then wakes up in an enigmatic stranger’s bed—naked and tied up. Her eagle has lost its mind. The ancient vampire cannot be her mate, but she cannot ignore this overwhelming urge to submit.

Dimitrius Zolnerovich isn’t overly fond of those pesky Protectors keeping him from his food supply. However, when he comes across Eva fighting for her life, he has to intervene. Six vamps against one woman—that’s just bad manners—even if she is a Protector.

He should keep his distance, but this experienced Dom cannot resist the gift of Eva’s submission, and besides, his myshka needs watching.

When trouble hits the village, lethal choices have to be made that may well spell the end for them both.

BUY LINK:

http://www.bookstrand.com/the-vampires-protector

 

 

 

 

 

 

Her Bear Protector

“If only you could see yourself, babe. Those are nipple clamps, linked by a chain, and if I do this…” Something tugged at her nipples at the same time, and Tina arched her back and moaned. Oh lord, that felt way too good. Tiny shards of pain skittered from her nipples in an invisible line to her clit, and she panted her arousal.

Ronan’s chuckle sunk into her consciousness like molten chocolate, and his next words sent her on fire.

“You look so fucking sexy, babe. I’ve got my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it for you. My fingers are wet with my pre-cum. Here, taste what you do to me.”

He ran his fingers along the seam of her mouth, and Tina opened eagerly. His unique salty musk exploded on her taste buds, and she sucked the digits further into her mouth. Ronan groaned, the bed dipped, and she needed no encouragement to open her legs wide. Instead of taking her however like she expected him to do, something cold hit the inside of her thigh and she yelped in surprise. He withdrew his fingers and surprise turned into a moan when that thing started to vibrate and Ronan held it right over her clit. Pleasure surged and her hips bucked upward to get closer to those delicious vibrations. Her orgasm build in ever tighter circles, and just as she was about to fly off that cliff, the vibrations stopped.

Tina yanked at her restraints and swore.

“Fuck, noooooo, damn it.”

A swat to her thigh was her reward, and Ronan’s voice held an edge of steel.

“Such foul language from my girl. I think she needs something else to occupy that mouth.”

 

The Witch’s Protector

Henry smiled and kickstarted his own bike. The powerful machine roared into life and Joanne could feel the vibrations rise up through her toes. Oh my, she hadn’t really been expecting that, as her clit contracted and shivers of excitement darted across her skin.

The infuriating man noticed of course, because he revved the engine up more, winked at her, and then leant down to whisper in her ear.

“Just think about sitting on top of this, with all those vibrations right where you need them. You have my permission to come as many times as you want, as long as you imagine it’s my cock inside your tight little pussy.”

Joanne opened her mouth to give him what for, but nothing came out bar a strangled squeak, and Henry laughed and revved the motor even more. He handed her a Mongrels leather jacket and the ugliest helmet ever, and having recovered her equilibrium somewhat, she stared at him.

“You have got to be kidding me, if you think I’ll put that on my head.”

Henry ignored her, straddled his bike, and grinned.

“You’re the one who insists she needs to get home. I’ll be quite happy to keep you here, little red, preferably tied to my bed and gagged, so that you can’t mouth off at me.” He paused for a second, and Joanne knew she had blushed as red as the late blooming roses wrapped around the porch of the pack house at those outrageous words. He hadn’t tempered his voice either, and his assembled men all grinned.

Oh he was going to pay for that, just as soon as she figured out how she could get him back for those words.

 

Her Lion Protector

“So fucking wet for me already. I wonder what you’ll do if I do this.” Flinging her legs over his shoulder, he buried his nose in her pretty pussy and inhaled.

Unintelligible sounds spilled from his girl’s lips when he ran his stubble across her inner thigh, and licked along her slit. Leon groaned and his dick hardened anew when her sweet musk exploded on his tongue. Rebecca’s heels dug into his back, and she ground herself against his mouth, as he licked, and nibbled and thrust his tongue inside her clenching pussy hole. A gush of her feminine arousal was his reward, and his lion alternated between purring and growling as he drank his fill. Grasping her hips to hold her still, Leon took her right up to the point of climaxing before he bit into her inner thigh and withdrew.

Rebecca swore, and bowed off the bed as far as she could. Her bound hands clenched in his long hair, and she tried to urge him back down, but he laughed and wrenching free of her grasp, took her hands and pulled them back above her head.

“Oh, no you don’t, pip. This is punishment, remember. You will not come until I give you permission to, and you will keep your hands out of my way, or I’ll tie them so tightly you will not be able to move at all.”

“Noooo, please….” Head thrashing from side to side and with yet more of her juices spilling over her thighs and running into her butt cheeks, her entire body flushed, she looked just like he wanted her to. A woman on the edge, desperate to come, yet not allowed to.

“Oh, I think you mean yes, Sir.”

 

The Vampire’s Protector

“That doesn’t seem that old for you to—”

“Before Christ, myshka,” he said, interrupting her, and smiled at her sharp intake of breath.

“But that means you’re like…Holy Cannoli. Are there more of you?”

Dimitrius chose not to answer that, and she screwed up her nose, and nodded.

“Yeah, dumb question, I get it. You’re hardly going to tell me, when I hunt your kind.” She pulled her legs up to her chest and hugged them to her in a defensive move that meant he had to close the distance between them, and she flinched when he sat down next to her and lifted her hair off her face.

“You’re very good at it too, from what I observed last night. It was one of the reasons why I interfered. And don’t call them my kind.

She looked up at him and frowned, presumably at the intonation he put on the last two words.

“Really comparing me to those things would be comparing a Moped to a Harley.” He grinned when she laughed at that comparison, and visibly relaxed.

“Yeah, guess they’re not quite in the same league, huh? So, is this where you’re telling me that you’re really a good and peace-loving vamp?”

Her smile slipped when he bared his fangs at her, and burying his hand in her hair bent her backward until her bare throat was exposed to him. Her heartbeat went into overdrive when he ran his canines along her skin, and then retracted them before he hovered his mouth over hers. Her lips opened in a silent invitation, and her sweet, aroused scent hit him in the gut.

“Don’t make the mistake of underestimating me, myshka. There is no such thing as a good vampire.”

 

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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#bookrelease – Men of Valor – by @KiruTaye @lovebitessilk

Men of Valor 1- 3 Box Set

Books: His Treasure #1, His Strength #2, His Princess #3
Genre: Historical Romance, African Fiction
Release date: May 25, 2015
Photographer: Hector Obeng
Cover design: Love Bites and Silk

His Treasure

In a time when men ruled their households with firm hands, can a quiet man tame his rebellious wife with persevering love?

Love Romances Café Best Book of 2011

Kiru smolders with the sensitivity of the loved in describing this man… An exceptional book, well worth the time, money and frustration…..Sigh! ~ Imagervet (Amazon reviewer)

I didn’t want the story to end, it was that good. ~ The Wordsmythe (Amazon reviewer)

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His Strength

When a warrior seeks to claim a free-spirited woman, he soon discovers a tigress unwilling to be caged. Is the hunter about to be hunted?

The story is well told, the characters are tight and multi dimensional. ~ PamelaStitch.com

I enjoyed the FIERY passion between Ikem and Nneka…their chemistry is totally OFF-THE-CHARTS…and only IGNITED more by their INTENSE and sometimes humorous verbal sparring. ~ Malaika Tamu (Amazon reviewer)

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His Princess

With the weight of a kingdom on his shoulders and his honour at stake, can a Prince truly love a slave?

I loved the hero, who in a land and time of male dominance, chose to be a man without reproach – a man worth losing one’s heart to. ~ Empi Baryeh, author

This book was fantastic. Throughout it I kept wondering how the hero and heroine would end up together. When the major revelation came I said, “Hot holy crap” out loud because I didn’t see it coming. ~ Nana Prah, author

 

Excerpt from His Treasure

Obinna looked up at her, his eyes fringed by long, dark lashes, a black, expressionless pool she could drown in, always unnerved her. As she couldn’t read his mood, gauging how to tell him what she wanted to say was difficult.

“Yes, say what’s on your mind Adaku,” he said in his usual deep voice, as he licked his long fingers.

Something stirred low within her belly. Her eyes hungrily followed his action, and she got distracted. For a brief moment she wished it was her fingers he was licking.

“That could be arranged.”

Adaku looked up sharply and Obinna’s brow was lifted with amusement. She realized she must have spoken her thought out loud. Embarrassment and heat washed over her as he took hold of her hand in his large one.

Somewhere within her mind something shifted. An awareness of Obinna at a primal level registered in her rapidly hazing brain.

The air suddenly felt warmer and her skin prickled. He took her fingers into his warm mouth in turn, twirling his moist tongue around each. Sensation flooded her body, and she forgot everything else she wanted to say. All she could feel was the stroke of his tongue on her fingers as he sucked and lapped each one.

His touch scorched her straight to her soul.

She gasped and his gaze came up, locking on to her and pinning her to the spot. His eyes were filled with a desire she couldn’t explain. His tongue moved down her skin, searing a path to the spot at the center of her palm before licking it. Then he released her hand, and she realized she was trembling.

 

Excerpt from His Strength

“Why did you not come to see me when you want me so?” He cocked his eyebrow cynically.

Her mouth formed an O. “I-I don’t want you,” she replied in a petulant fashion, shaking her head vigorously. But her eyes told him another story. They were a warm brown and stared at his lips as if expecting him to kiss her.

Maybe I should oblige her.

He chuckled. “Liar,” he whispered before he lowered his lips to her. But he didn’t claim her lips immediately. Instead he feathered her face and neck with kisses, alternating between nipping and licking her sweet-salty skin. Her breathing increased rapidly. When he looked up, he noticed that her eyes were closed. He licked the pulse at her neck before he trailed his lips back up and hovered above her lips. She opened her eyes and moaned softly.

“Say it, Nneka. You want me to kiss you.”

“Never!” Her voice, as well as her body, trembled as she spoke.

“Why do you have a tough time admitting what you want? Your eyes and body betray you easily.” He laughed as he pushed his thigh between her legs, parting them. He felt the heat and dampness of her hooded pearl against his bare skin.

 

Excerpt from His Princess

“Rise, Ezinne,” he said.

The intense timbre of his words resonated, doing odd things to her insides. She’d heard him speak before. Still, being alone with him seemed to heighten the effect of his voice on her body.

She straightened but kept her eyes lowered. She needed to gain back control of her body. If she kept her eyes lowered, away from him, she could keep her body in check.

“Look at me,” he said in a snappy and low… dangerously low tone.

Was he annoyed?

Slowly she lifted her chin, her stare connecting with his once more. His lips were pursed, confirming her suspicions of his irritation.

Anxiety and excitement caused her heart to thump against her chest. Instinct told her to look away. This was the prince. He was capable of crushing her with a snap of his fingers. She should heed the warning.

Instead, she refused to look away and held his gaze. Infuriation crept up her spine at a snail’s pace. She would not be intimidated.

“When you are in my presence, you will look at me directly,” he continued.

“As you wish, my prince.” She nodded and curtsied briefly still maintaining his gaze.

“And when we are in private like right now, you will use my given name, Emeka.”

Doing that would mean accepting this whole arrangement as his con—companion. She couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t do that.

“No, my prince. Regardless of where we are, you are still the Crown Prince of Umunri, and I’m just a servant in your palace. I can’t address you by your given name. It is improper.”

“That may be so. But for the next four weeks, you are here to grant my every desire as my concubine.”

 

 

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.

Follow her blog for latest news and giveaways: http://kirutayewrites.blogspot.com

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#bookrelease – Whisk Me Up – by Zee Monodee @lovebitessilk

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Havisham Park, Book 1

Small-town contemporary Romance set in Yorkshire, England

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BLURB

After fainting backstage at a fashion week, supermodel Mary Beth Beresford is forced to go into hiding in the sleepy North Yorkshire village of Stonydale in Havisham Park when her sisters kidnap her and bring her there to their late father’s family stronghold so she’ll face the truth – she is anorexic.

Never one to be bossed around, Mary Beth attempts to break out the very next morning…only to land onto the path of the gorgeous, Viking-like pub owner and chef, Niall Barry.

Suddenly, sticking around in this one-horse town doesn’t look like Purgatory anymore.

But Niall is a very private person who shies away from celebrity, and Mary Beth is one of the biggest celebs on the planet. Not to mention that she is an aristocrat – daughter of the late earl and member of the peerage – while he is simply a working-class chef.

Is any relationship between them doomed to collapse like a failed soufflé?

 

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EXCERPT

Something about this lass didn’t add up.

She jerked in his arms, and clamped her lips shut before pressing a hand to her mouth. A garbled sound came from her throat and her skin paled, beads of sweat erupting at her temples.

He grabbed her shoulders; to steady her or to keep her in place, he knew not.

“Are you sick? Is it your blood sugar, if you’re diabetic?”

She struck him as much too young for diabetes, but stranger things happened in the world.

“Fine,” she bit out behind her hand and shook her head, sending her ponytail flying.

Early twenties, he’d say. Still a girl. Off-limits for him, being on the wrong side of thirty. He released her.

“You’re not fine.” Could he have growled more if he’d wanted?

She bristled and shrugged away from his touch. “And you’re not my keeper.”

This scrap of a lass wanted to take him on?

Niall drew to his six-five height and towered over her. You could put two like her side-to-side and only then would she match him somewhat in width.

But she poked that pointed chin out and stared him down, even if she appeared on the brink of collapse.

“The saying is, ‘you’re not my mother’,” he threw out in a bid to unsettle her.

She snorted. “Like she ever cared.”

Late teen/young adult rebellion? Hence the druggie route?

“Well, you’re in my place, and under my roof, you do as I say.”

“But of course, if you say so, Thor.”

Bit of a smart mouth, ain’t she? With his build, blond hair, and Viking ancestry, he’d been compared to the Norse god many a time.

Then her eyes rolled back, and she slumped.

Hell fire! “Calling the doctor.”

He picked her up again and brought her to the back, into the office, where he lay her down on the worn settee.

“No!”

“Listen, lass. You almost passed out three times in the past quarter hour—”

“I told you I’m not sick. I came out for a run but got lost and been out longer than I planned.”

“And you set out on an empty stomach, I bet.” Where that certitude came from, he knew not.

“I had a protein shake, okay?” She had the gall to glare at him.

He leaned down and peered into her face. “Don’ cut it with me. You’d need to run mile afore that worked off. Hardly in sweat, are you?”

Fire flashed in her gaze, and she pursed her lips as if to refrain from cursing him, or worse, spitting into his face.

“Stay put,” he ordered as he dashed out of the room and into the kitchen across the corridor. From the oven, he pulled a dish of leftover shepherd’s pie he’d heated up for Anna. Lord knew the woman never remembered to eat. Anorexic at her age; he snorted.

Eeh bah gum. The lass back there? Way too thin. She probably hardly ate a thing.

“Where are you off to?” he barked from the kitchen doorway.

She froze in the corridor. “On my way out.”

“Not afore you eaten summa’.”

“Gosh dang! Ya never let up, duntya?”

 

AUTHOR BIO

Author, editor, smitten wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween boy, best-buddy stepmum to a teenage lad, bookaholic, lover of all things fluffy & pink, chronic shoeholic, incompetent housewife desperate to channel Nigella Lawson (and who’ll prolly always fail at making domestic goddess status)…

Zee hails from the multicultural, rainbow-nation island of Mauritius, in the southern Indian Ocean, where she grew up on the figurative fence—one side had her ancestors’ Indian and Muslim culture; the other had modernity and the global village. When one day she realised she could dip her toes into both sides without losing her integrity, she found her identity.

This quest for ‘finding your place’ is what she attempts to bring in all her stories, across all the genres she writes. Her heroines represent today’s women trying to reconcile love, life, & relationships in a melting pot of cultures, while her heroes are Alpha men who often get put back into their rightful place by the headstrong women she writes. Love is always a winner in her stories, though; that’s a given.

 

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#coverreveal – Kola – by @kirutaye @lovebitessilk #rafflecopter #giveaway

 
Title: Kola
Author: Kiru Taye
Series: An Essien Trilogy Spinoff
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic,
Suspense
Release Date: June 16, 2015
Cover Model: Allan
Photography: Yuri Arcurs
Cover design: Love Bites and Silk
BLURB
When sassy heiress with a heart of gold,
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, Kola will put his body as well as his heart in the line of
fire to keep her safe.
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TEASER
If
she even sensed half of the things he wanted to do to her, she’d run a mile.
He
jumped into the pool. When he came up for air, she was gone from the window. He
swam a few laps before the skin on his nape prickled and he lifted his head.
Tari
stood at the edge of the pool, wearing what he could only describe as a very
skimpy emerald bikini set, her hourglass curves barely tamed by the scraps of
fabric, her flawless caramel skin tempting him to touch and taste her.
Damn!
How
was he supposed to keep his hands off her if she walked around his house with
next to nothing on?
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