Hanging out with KD Grace

Please join me over at KD Grace's blog today where I am chatting about The Story Behind The Story.

Coming Soon - Scored

Soon to be released on Amazon Kindle is my latest erotic romance novel, Scored. 

Scored is a sexy sport story all about the England football team (soccer team to you US guys!). With the European Tournament just about to start the nation is working up to a frenzy of excitement and hopes are being pinned on the star players to lead us to victory.

So with so many gorgeous players to choose from I decided to write a steamy tale that included their antics off the pitch as well as on it. Watch out Beckham, Lewis Tate might just tip the balance here in the hotness stakes not to mention the sheer determination when he decides there is something, or someone, he wants!!

Blurb

Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?

So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?

Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.

Excerpt

I glanced at the elevator screen. Damn, I was going down, to the spa instead of up. Oh well. I’d had to get out of the lobby before Medusa-Fellows solidified me anyway.

The doors opened and the chlorinated air from the pool seeped in. But that barely registered in my mind, because standing in red trunks with a white towel slung around his neck was Lewis. His wet hair was mussed up and his skin dewy and damp. Fuck, the guy just got more gorgeous every time I saw him. It wasn’t a case of getting used to his stunning looks, they just bowled me over anew.

“Hello, Nicky,” he said, stepping in next to me.

“Hi.” Seriously, how could he act so cool? How could I be expected to act cool when he looked like every dirty dream and carnal fantasy rolled into one?

The doors slid shut and I pressed the button for level three. “I presume you’re going to your room and not to the lobby dressed like that?”

“Yep.”

I glanced up at him. He was gnawing at the inside of his cheek. His shoulders were raised and tense and he was staring straight at me with a sharp glint in his eye.

“Great game, congratulations.”

“Thank you.” His words were short and clipped.

“What?” I asked, feeling unaccountably off-kilter. Was he angry with me? What had I done? I hadn’t told anyone he’d been in my room for tea. I hadn’t even told anyone we’d ever spoken outside of the press conferences.

“You told me…” he said, “that…”

Okay, now I was really nervous. His eyes were thin slits; I could only just make out that perfect shade of deep-ocean blue through his lashes. “What did I tell you?”

“That you weren’t seeing anyone.”

“I’m not.”

He stepped toward me, big and brooding. His sudden indomitable expression was more than a little disturbing.

I backed up and my shoulders hit the cool mirrored wall.

He followed, penning me in. He was all acres of perfect flesh, toned muscles and steely determination. My stomach somersaulted, my heart rate rocketed and I gripped the brass bar that lined the elevator. I’d never felt so physically small in my life.

“So who was the guy who thought it was okay to wrap his arms around you at the press conference?”

“That was just Phil.” My voice was a little squeaky, but I wasn’t complaining, I was surprised I could even speak. Why the hell would Phil matter to Lewis?

“Just Phil?”

I nodded. “Yes, just Phil.” I could smell Lewis now, a combination of chlorine, soap and raw maleness. As he spoke his sweet breath breezed warm onto my cheek and sent a sizzle of awareness shooting down my middle, tickling my nipples and creating a buzz in my clitoris. This man did seriously dangerous things to my body, like letting it think it was in charge of my brain.

“So he’s not your boyfriend?”

“No, definitely not. Phil is a work colleague who gets a bit flirty now and then. But I hardly know him really.”

I wasn’t sure if I’d said the right thing because a small muscle flexed and un-flexed in Lewis’ cheek and his nostrils flared.

“Really, there’s nothing between us,” I said. “I’m free as a bird, no one to answer to, no one to—”

“Stop talking.” He glanced at the elevator dashboard then turned his attention back to me.

“Why.”

“Because I want to test a theory.” He nipped my chin between his thumb and index finger, tilted my head and dropped his face until his lips were just a hair’s-breadth from mine.

“What theory would that be?” I whispered, wondering if my knees would continue to hold me up for more than another few seconds. Damn, he was so close. I felt completely consumed by him.

“The kiss-and-tell theory.”

“Oh, well I—”

My words were cut short as his mouth connected with mine. Smooth, pliant lips and a softly probing tongue taking possession, owning and controlling.

A small whimper mewed up from my throat. Fuck. Lewis Tate was kissing me. And not only that he was one hell of a kisser. Gentle but firm, and he tasted delicious; fresh and sexy and perhaps a tang of mint.

I opened up and let him in. Searched for his tongue with mine and allowed him to set the pace and depth. Surely I was in the middle of a fantastic dream. How had I got so lucky to have such an incredible man kissing me?

He kept a tight hold of my chin as he pulled away. “You’re so sweet,” he murmured, his downcast gaze searching my face. “So please don’t prove my instincts wrong.”

“What instincts?” I was struggling to catch my breath, control the tremble in my belly.

There was a sudden ping, the elevator jolted to a stop, and the doors slid open.

Lewis backed up rapidly, gripped the ends of the towel that was still around his neck, and squared his stance.

A waiter holding an ice bucket stared in at us.

“Good evening,” Lewis said, stepping past him.

I followed, tightening my purse over my shoulder and avoiding the waiter’s curious stare. Surely he hadn’t seen the captain of the English football team pressing me against the wall and kissing me into oblivion. He’d stepped away by the time the doors had slid open.

Hadn’t he?

I hope you enjoyed the excerpt, I am completely smitten with Lewis Tate, he is delicious! Great big, huge thanks to Posh Gosh for the amazing cover for Scored that captures his hotness so well.

Lily x

Naughty Rendezvous by Victoria Blisse

A Dom you can get your teeth into. 

Thanks for having me to visit, Lily. I’ve brought my friend Joe from Naughty Rendezvous along with me. He’s devilishly handsome, a wicked tease  and completely FREE to download at the moment. 


BDSM is the talk of the town right now courtesy of EL James and her Fifty Shades of Grey.  I’m here to introduce you to a dominant you can get your teeth into when you’ve finished with Christian Grey or you could have him as an alternative if you prefer! 


Joe Moore is an American Business man in Manchester. He’s a workaholic and he’s got grey eyes. No helicopter though, I missed a trick there. Anyway, the similarities between Christian Grey and my Joe Moore are many. They’re both dominant and they’re both a little screwed up.  And I am pretty sure you’ll be dying to let Joe tie you up and spank you too once you finish the book. Here’s a scorching hot excerpt to whet your appetite! 

* * * * *

‘I’m just too tired to make it home,’ he says, just after we’ve finished eating dinner. ‘Can I stay here?’


‘Sure,’ I reply. ‘I’ll sort out the guest bed for you.’ ‘No.’ he says. ‘I’ll sleep in your bed.’


I’m a bit affronted by his arrogance, but I say nothing as the idea of having a hot body in bed with me appeals. I’m also a bit flattered by the fact he wants to share a bed with me.


Now, as I’m brushing my teeth and thinking about my nightwear, I’m a bit more nervous about it. Should I go with the little sexy nightdress or the pyjamas? He did say he was tired, so maybe I should go with something not too sexy? But then if I go for something not too sexy maybe I will ruin his image of me and I’ll forever be the frumpy woman in flannelette pyjamas. I’d better choose soon; he said he’d be up in ten minutes - oh, ten minutes ago.


As I slip out of my clothes, the door opens.


‘I was hoping you slept in the nude.’ He smiles and I blush in response.


‘I spent so long trying to work out what to wear and all along I’d have been best off just staying nude. Typical.’ I laugh to cover my embarrassment, then leap into bed and under the duvet.


‘Hey, I was enjoying the view.’ He frowns, then unbuttons his shirt.
‘Sorry, I was getting cold.’ It’s a feeble excuse and he looks down his nose at me. He drops his shirt and undoes his belt buckle.


‘It’s OK, darlin’. I’ll soon warm you up.’ He tosses away his top, then his trousers and boxers drop into a pile on my floor and I admire his long, firm legs as he strides to the bed. He slips under the duvet and wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest.


‘That’s better.’ I sigh, the contentment of such a hug overwhelming me. I enjoy the sensation of my breasts being crushed against his warm, hard chest and snuggle closer, throwing an arm over his waist too.


He gently strokes my back and my body instantly heats up. I lift my head and our lips press hard against each other. His kiss is like rum blazing across my lips, slipping down my throat and heating my whole body with its flames. Our bodies rub together and my nakedness becomes a plus, not an embarrassing minus.


He pushes me over onto my back. He is above me, smiling at me between passionate kisses. My hands pull him close, crushing his chest down on mine. I can feel his hardness nudging between my thighs and his hips undulating, tickling my crotch and making me long for more than a fleeting touch.


‘So damn hot,’ he groans, nipping at my ear and down my neck into my cleavage. As he nibbles on my breasts, my arms loosen and fall down to the bed beside me. My body flows like hot butter and I surrender to the melting heat of his kisses.


He must have been waiting for my arms to slacken. As soon as they hit the bed, he shifts his weight and grasps one, pulling it above my head. Swaying the other way, he captures that arm, pulling it above my head also.


‘Leave  these  hands  here,’  he  orders,  looking  down  on me with the most delightfully lustful gaze. ‘Or will I have to tie them there?’


‘Yes, sir,’ I reply, once more playing the game, the nervous excitement screwing up inside my stomach, the anticipation making me light-headed.


His lips return to my neck, my cleavage and lower down, onto my stomach. I’m so exposed as he rolls the duvet down behind him. With my arms stretched above my head, I am displaying every curve of my body to his sight.

* * * * *

For more from Joe pick up Naughty Rendezvous from Xcite books, it’s completely free until the 31st May. 




Victoria’s Bio: 


Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.


Website: http://victoriablisse.co.uk
Facebook: http://facebook.com/victoriablisse
Twitter: http://twitter.com/victoriablissse

Review for That Filthy Book

I was thrilled to wake up this morning to a great review from Beyond Romance for That Filthy Book.

Here is what reviewer Lisabet Sari says about this naughty novel...

"Karen and Jacob have been married for nearly ten years. They're still deeply in love, but the demands of Jacob's job, their two school age daughters and other everyday responsibilities have taken a toll on their sex life. It's tough for them to find time to connect physically, and even when they do, they have to keep quiet to avoid waking the children. Meanwhile, after a decade of aging and two pregnancies, Karen feels dumpy and sexually unattractive. She knows she's not the girl she was when she and Jacob met and she worries the erotic intensity of that time is lost forever.

On a rare weekend away from the kids, Jacob coaxes Karen into “talking dirty” the way she used to. In the throes of love-making, she blurts out one of her most shameful fantasies. Her beloved Jacob challenges her to make that fantasy real.

Thus begins Jacob's and Karen's sexual odyssey, as they explore the desires they've hidden even from one another, and discover a new level of love and trust. I won't spoil the suspense by revealing all the nasty, kinky, and incredibly hot erotic adventures the two experience, but I can guarantee that if you're open-minded, you'll enjoy them as much as the protagonists.

That Filthy Book is a steamy example of romantic erotica, with a sex scene in practically every chapter. However, what impressed me most about this book was the authors' skill in conveying Karen's doubts and insecurities. It's difficult to be honest about one's sexual fantasies, even with someone you know well. There's always the fear that you'll be condemned as evil and perverse – or perhaps even worse, laughed at. With her fears about her physical attractiveness, her preoccupation with her kids, her worries about whether her desires are “normal”, Karen is totally believable. I suspect that many readers will strongly identify with her. As the book is narrated from Karen's point of view, we see less of Jacob's insecurities, but in the one scene where Karen dominates him, his confusion is brilliantly portrayed.

I also want to comment on the seamless quality of this collaborative narrative. The style is consistent throughout the book. I couldn't tell which parts were Natalie's and which parts were Lily's, which is of course the way it should be.

If you want to be convinced that there is indeed (super-hot!) sex after marriage, buy this filthy but delightful book."

Em Petrova - Darkling

Hot off the press at Ellora's Cave is Darkling, a great new addition to the Xanadu line.

Blurb

Niles Walker, a social worker in the ’hood, stumbles across what appears to be a gorgeous homeless woman heaped in rags in the middle of a heat wave. Drawn to her beauty, he struggles to keep from peeling the layers off and taking the tantalizing curves beneath. Finally he gives in to his urges and offers his apartment as refuge, though it puts his job on the line. And too late, he realizes he can’t keep her from his bed.

Vega is a fallen star looking for the magical object used to light newborn stars. She can’t believe the human who gives her shelter can also inspire such need in her strange new human form. She’s so hungry for his kisses and the fire he kindles inside her, she nearly forgets her purpose for coming to Earth—retrieving the starscale, or risking her future and those of her fellow celestial beings.

CONTEST

Read the following excerpt of DARKLING and answer these three questions in the comments section for a chance to win a copy! Make sure you leave your email address within the body of the comment.

1.     What constellation is Vega from?

2.     What funny sound does Vega make while sleeping?

3.     What sport does Niles participate in?

Good luck!

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: DARKLING

Copyright © EM PETROVA, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Niles leaned against the doorframe between the living room and kitchen of his apartment and stared at the sleeping woman on his sofa. In repose, her face was more striking than ever. Who was she and where had she come from? For two full days she’d been sleeping and downing glasses of water. After so many hours of this behavior, he was starting to get alarmed and wondered if he should call medical personnel.

He crossed the room to the sofa and attempted to shake her awake.

She flung out an arm and twisted her head hard to the side, but didn’t open her eyes.

“Vega, wake up!”

Her full lips worked as if she were trying to speak.

He laid his palm on her forehead, relieved to find she wasn’t hot. At some point during the night, she’d stripped off the outer layer of clothes, leaving her in only a thin chemise. It clung damply to the outer curve of her breast and the slope of her hip.

He tore his gaze away. “You’ve got to wake up and talk to me, Vega. I’m worried.”

“Pollux from Gemini. Earth is too hot, but I’ll grow accustomed to it. More water please…”

He straightened with surprise. What the—? Chafing a hand over his face, he bumped his glasses. He yanked them off and massaged his eyes. What the hell was he doing? There was something seriously wrong with her. The best thing to do was call the shelter and fight to secure a space for her. He’d been wrong to bring her here. He couldn’t start harboring the homeless in his apartment.

Sure you don’t need her to leave because you want her, Niles?

His body hummed at the sight of her curves. In fact, every long glance and touch he’d exchanged with her loomed up in his mind, as sweet and soft as a day in the country. Wiping her tears and holding her as she cried did things to his insides he hadn’t felt…well, ever.

He stared at her again without his glasses. Besides the facts that she wasn’t from this country and was searching for something, he knew little about her. When he’d gotten her into the apartment, she’d fallen instantly asleep and had awakened only to drink or to stumble to the bathroom.

Reaching down, he brushed a glossy raven lock from her velvety cheek. A lone wave pooled in the hollow of her collarbone and he longed to follow the length and learn the feel of her flesh. In fact, he fought to keep from gathering up that glossy lock and dipping his tongue into the delicious depression at the base of her throat.

Get a grip, man. Find out where she’s come from and what she needs, then turn her loose on the world.

Bold thoughts for a man who collected down-and-outs as if they were stray kittens.

He jammed his glasses back on his face and spun toward the kitchen. The tile floor cooled his bare feet but he was still hot. The inadequate air-conditioning in his apartment didn’t help his already impassioned state.

Reaching into a high cupboard, he pulled down a glass and filled it with iced tea. His apartment was his refuge from the sometimes depressing outside world, and now he’d brought one of the sad situations home with him. For two days, he’d been passing the bulk of his caseload off on Brady. Except for Mischa. In her delicate state, Niles couldn’t afford to upset the balance of their relationship. Their talks might mean the difference between life and death for this special young girl.

But he had to get to the bottom of the mystery surrounding the sleeping woman on his sofa before he broke down and touched her the way he longed to.

For the fiftieth time, his mind raced with questions. Who was she? Where had she come from? What did she need help finding, and how was he going to get any information from her? Between their obvious communication problems and her heavy sleep, he wasn’t likely to learn what she needed soon.

He braced his feet wide and sipped the cold brew, wishing she was awake so he could talk to her. The faster he figured out how to help her, the faster he’d be able to return to his life. Tiptoeing around a heart-stopping woman asleep on his sofa and keeping his racing thoughts in check was putting enormous pressure on him. In the two days she’d been there, he’d done little more than gaze at her. He’d even missed his boxing practices.

She needs help finding something. What? A person?

A sliver of dread sliced through his chest as he realized she might have followed someone to this country. Someone she may be in love with.

Not your business, guy. Focus. She didn’t shed all those tears because she’s all right. It was his job to uncover her troubles and help her solve them.

Just like he should be doing with Mischa right now.

He flipped his wrist and checked the time. She’d be arriving at the office in half an hour. A street kid with little love in her raw existence, it was no wonder she’d given in to her debilitating depression and bipolar tendencies and tried to take her life.

But it gutted him that she had. If only she’d called him.

A quiet noise in the other room yanked him from his melancholy thoughts. He set down his glass and strode to the door. Peeking into the living area, he fixed his gaze on the stunning beauty on the sofa. She was curled on one side. One slender forearm hung over the side of the sofa, her knuckles almost brushing the floor.

She drew a snorting, hitching breath and released it in a wheezing gasp.

A rumble of laughter threatened to burst out of his chest. He pressed a fist to his lips to suppress it. His goddess was snoring.

Quickly his struggle to keep from laughing gave way to a battle over his emotions. A deep need to protect her overwhelmed him. Maybe the intimacy of watching her sleep hour after hour or her guile-free gaze fed his need to shelter her.

It’s probably the tender point of her chin driving these passions in you, Niles. Get hold of yourself.

Still, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. With each snoring breath, the soft upper bow of her lip fluttered in and out. Her lashes were long and curling and lay against her smooth cheeks. He longed to stroke them with a fingertip to discover if they were as unbelievably soft as they appeared.

His cock throbbed heavily in the confines of his pants. Yeah, this idea was turning out worse than he imagined. His regular caseload was stressful, but throw in a hot illegal sprawled on his sofa for two days plus the fact that his morals didn’t allow him to hook up with just anyone, and he hadn’t had sex in close to a year, and he was ready to hit something. Literally.

In a few hours, he hoped to have made some decisions in regards to her welfare. He needed to sneak away to the gym to get a few rounds in with his opponent Darien. He was expected in the ring at seven o’clock for a big fight, but if Vega didn’t wake up, he couldn’t exactly leave her here alone. She might be frightened.

He flexed his fingers into fists and then released them. If you miss that fight, you’ll manage. You’ll do what’s best.

He went back to the kitchen and retrieved his iced tea, then returned to take up the chair across from Vega. The old cushions sank beneath his weight. As his head filled with her natural perfume, he relaxed back with a sigh.

He’d drawn the curtains to keep the room cool. A single piercing sliver of light escaped the thick cloth and fell across the arm of the sofa. It didn’t touch the sleeping woman, yet she seemed to glow. For long minutes he watched the odd golden lights play over her skin, thinking it one of the most beautiful tricks of the eye he’d ever experienced.

Quiet snores became lulling music and pretty soon his body tuned into it. The knot between his shoulder blades loosened and some of the constant ache behind his eyes ebbed away. He removed his glasses and rested them on his knee.

Man, you’ve got it bad.

As he watched the rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin gown she wore, he knew beyond a doubt something wasn’t right with her. After more than a decade of working with the needy, he’d developed a sixth sense. And it told him Vega harbored a deeper secret.

Determination filled him. When she awakened, he was going to ask her some very hard questions. If he was to help her, she’d need to confide in him. By nightfall, he would have those answers.

Em Petrova

~where words mean so much more~

www.empetrova.com

Buy Here - DARKLING: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9709-darkling.aspx

Caressed by Night by Amanda J Green

Book 2 in the Rulers of Darkness series.

Blurb

Dimitri Arsov, the last remaining pure vampire, was thought to be dead for the past four hundreds years. Now, he is back and has a score to settle with the traitor that had tried to kill him centuries ago. But as he waits for his prey to blindly step into his carefully laid trap, his overwhelming hunger for blood is triggered when he saves a beautiful art historian.

Kerstyn Ingmar’s life was normal and straight up boring until the night she is rescued by the dangerously sexy, powerfully mesmerizing, Dimitri. Unable to resist his diamond blue eyes and intense kisses, she is drawn into his world of darkness and closer to her impending doom.

While their desire consumes them, Dimitri is haunted by images of a bloody and deadly future. As his enemies draw near, he must find a way to save his mate from her destiny before fate destroys them both.

Excerpt

“Are you all right?” a man asked from behind her.
She relaxed when she realized the voice sounded nothing like her attackers; it was warm, deep, and comforting.
“Miss?”
“Y-Yes.”
Slowly turning toward the voice, relief flooded her body, her breathing began to slow, and her limbs went limp. She stumbled and prepared to meet the pavement again, but her rescuer caught her. He tenderly held her to him, supporting her. Kerstyn knew she ought to protest and shove him away, he was a stranger after all, but his touch was soothing and reassuring. She had never felt so safe and calm in her life.
Calm was the furthest thing from her savior’s mind.
Dimitri had heard the vampires’ thoughts as they followed the woman from Dark. He knew he had to protect her from the depraved creatures who intended to make a meal out of her. When he materialized in the alley, the weaker vampires caught his scent and fled, leaving him alone with the woman. Instead of feeling anger as he expected, an entirely different emotion settled over him.
Lust. It was no ordinary lust, but a heart racing, blood raging, sexual yearning and it turned his body into a blazing inferno of need. Then hunger like he had never known slammed into him. It gnawed at him relentlessly as it mixed with his unmerciful lust. The torturous combination attacked both his body and his mind. He had never wanted any woman with this kind of intensity.
His body had been dead for so long, no longer responding to sexual stimulus or blood-thirst. Thousands of years had passed since the last time he had fed. The desire and necessity for blood had abandoned him. None of that seemed to matter now. His fangs sprang free as his pants grew tighter about his throbbing shaft. This woman’s blood sang to him, beckoned him to have a taste.
Dimitri ruthlessly fought the temptation to seize her mind and take what he wanted. The dread of not being able to pull away terrified him. Realizing what precious little control he had, he shut down his senses, driving away her intoxicating scent and the warmth of her soft body against his. He forced the color from his sight, only seeing in black and white with shades of gray. Though he knew he would never forget the light fragrance of her strawberry blonde hair, the feel of her in his arms, and the sapphire color of her eyes.
He took in deep breaths and focused on the cool bite of the air. It washed over his body, rinsing away his desire leaving him as always, cold and unfeeling, like death. He was death: a true, pureblood vampire.
“What were you running from?” he asked, his tone controlled.
“I was being followed.”
He peered over her head, his eyes scanning the alley. “I see no one.”
Nausea twisted her insides as she thought of what almost happened. Thank God, this man was here. If it weren’t for him–
“Do not think about it,” he said, his arms tightening about her. “You are safe now.”
She nodded, rubbing her cheek against his chest. He smelled absolutely wonderful, like dark spices. His voice felt like velvet brushing along her skin. She shivered and sighed in contentment.
“Do you need help with anything?”
His last question snapped her back into action. She stepped back, breaking the circle of his arms.
“I need a taxi.”
“A simple enough task,” he said with a shrug.
She scoffed. If it were simple, she would have been half way home by now. She turned her head up intending to face him and a broad chest greeted her eyes. She was forced to take another step back in order to get a proper look at him.
He was huge. Thick. Stacked.
He must be close to seven feet, she thought as her eyes traveled up his torso, over his wide chest, to his face.
Her heart stopped when their eyes met. They were a near colorless shade of blue. Like diamonds. His gaze was sharp, hard, filled with wisdom and strength. Intense. Warrior eyes. Yet, he could not be much older than her, around twenty-six. His golden hair glittered from the light of the neon signs and floated about his shoulders. His face was chiseled and impossibly perfect. His lips were full and Kerstyn wanted nothing more than to feel them against hers. Her eyes traveled back down his hard, honed body.
She stood, rooted to the cement, captivated by the Norse god before her.
Damn, he’s incredibly yummy.
Dimitri forced himself to remain still while she studied him. Again, he struggled against his urges, his heart thundering from the force of the shock of desire that still echoed in his mind.
He knew one day he would meet his mate, but he had underestimated the force of her seductiveness. He never expected she would spark such yearning deep within his soul. He wondered how Dorian had dealt with such overwhelming need when he had found his intended. Dorian had been the first and, until now, only vampire king to find his other half.
Dimitri’s breath caught as her small, pink tongue wet her lips and her sensual thoughts invaded his mind.
She had to go.


You can find out more about Amanda and her books here

Sunday Snog - Shared.

Welcome to Sunday Snog. I've gone back to Shared, my first Ellora's Cave novel for a sexy, smoochy excerpt today. Liam, Quinn and Ariane are some of my favourite characters of all time. They called to me whenever I was in Cardiff and I just had to write their raunchy menage story and all the twists and turns that went with it.

This excerpt is taken from about quarter of the way into the book. Ariane is in bed with Liam when Quinn comes back from the hospital...

I shifted my hips on the mattress as Liam’s hungry lips trailed down to my breast and then sucked on my nipple. He nipped it between his teeth and the small bite of erotic pain sent sparks flying to my clit. I groaned and murmured for more. He switched to the other breast as his hand took over tweaking and twirling the damp, erect nipple his mouth had just left. The bristles on his chin scratched my delicate flesh as he literally ate me up. I could feel my pussy swelling, humming, aching for attention once more. Liam was more urgent than earlier, more resolute in the way he was kissing me. There was a little roughness, wildness mixed in.

“Liam,” I murmured, reaching out and feeling hard, wide-boned shoulders.

“Mmm...” Liam said from the pillow next to me, his hand reached to cup my jaw and then he planted a gentle kiss on my lips.

“What...?” Confusion seared through my veins. I dragged myself upward. The kissing at my breasts stopped abruptly. “What is...?”

“Hey, it’s okay.” A hot, hard, freshly showered body loomed over mine.

“Quinn?” I asked, full of surprise.

“I’m so glad you stayed,” Quinn murmured, pulling me flat again. Liam was still cupping my jaw but Quinn dodged his hand and kissed me—a, firm, passionate, kiss. “I could hardly wait to get home,” he said into my mouth. “To see you, to kiss you, to hold you.”

“But, you... I’m in bed with...” My sleepy mind struggled. I know they’d said share but did they mean literally, share me...at the same time? “Is that okay? Is this okay?”

“Of course it’s okay,” Liam said. His big hand scooped up my breast and his thumb flicked over the nipple. “Quinn and I have no attraction toward each other, we’re not gay, but making love to you, together, seems like an enormous amount of fun for all of us, don’t you think?”

“I...” My mind whirred whilst my body did cartwheels of excitement. These boys were so bad! “I guess, if that’s what you want?”

“It’s most definitely what we want,” Liam said softly. “And I think it’s what you want too, Ariane.”

I couldn’t deny my desire. It was like another living breathing part of me. I wanted them both, desperately.

“I take it Liam looked after you well when I had to leave?” Quinn said, settling the long length of his naked, shower-damp body against the side of mine.

“Yes,” I said, shifting to face Quinn. I reached out to trace my finger through the crisp hairs on his chest. “Liam looked after me wonderfully.”

Liam scooped in behind me, nuzzled a kiss into the nape of my neck as his hand sneaked around to caress my belly.

“Glad to hear it,” Quinn said from the darkness. “Because that’s the plan. There’ll always be one of us to look after you...in every sense of the word.” I felt his hand join Liam’s in the sweeping exploration of my body, sliding up and over my breasts, following the curve of my hips and dipping into my waist. Then Quinn’s hand hooked under my thigh and he pulled my top leg over his hip. “You do want us both, Ariane, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, suddenly understanding what was going to happen, right now, this very minute. “Yes, I do.”

Quinn’s mouth caught mine at the same time as the head of his cock arrowed through my pubes. I still felt wet from the sex I’d had earlier and Quinn’s slide toward my entrance was hot and easy.

“This is what I kept thinking of,” Quinn muttered, his fingers wrapping around the flesh of my thigh and holding me firm. “All the way home, I kept imagining what it would be like to be inside you, to have my dick inside you. I knew how good you felt on my fingers and I wanted to experience that hot, juicy tightness wrapped around my cock. I wanted it so much I had to stop myself coming just thinking about it.”

I squirmed my hips, greedy for him to enter me. The thought that he could come just thinking about me was a massive turn-on. “Quinn,” I husked, remembering what an expert he was with his fingers and wondering what the hell he could do with his cock. “Please, just fuck me.”

I didn’t need to ask him twice. He pounded in with a grunt. Hard and fast, right in on the first devastating thrust. I cried out. Pain and pleasure mixed as his long, steely cock invaded my body. It felt glorious, he was so hard and so long, stretching and filling me to capacity.

“Ah, so fucking good,” Quinn said in a tight voice and clamping me with his arms and legs. “You feel amazing, Ariane, wet and ready for it, perfect.”

“Great isn’t she?” Liam said over my shoulder. His hands were in my hair, scooping it back from my face and neck, dragging it into a ponytail. His fingertips sent tickles of sensation over my already buzzing flesh.

Quinn jerked his hips again, pushed in even farther. My mouth opened to let out the air he knocked from my lungs as he caught a rhythm. It wasn’t the smooth ride Liam had taken me on, it was frantic, determined. If he hadn’t been holding me my head would have banged against the headboard, hell it would have gone through the headboard. His coarse pubes rubbed against mine and the tough bone of his pubis rammed against my clit over and over as deep inside me his thick shaft teased my G- spot. It felt wonderful and my mind began to spiral into ecstasy as he upped the pace even more, bashing me into Liam’s chest and holding me firm all at the same time.

“Ah, Jeez, she’s too good,” Quinn said, freezing at the hilt.

“No, please, don’t stop,” I wailed, clawing my fingers into his flesh. I’d been so close, my orgasm within reach.

“I have to, just for second, Liam, take over will you?” Quinn pulled out, but I didn’t have time to murmur a complaint, because as soon as he slipped away the head of Liam’s cock pushed into me from behind.

I let out a long, low groan as he wrapped a concrete forearm around my waist and buried himself deep in my pussy. I shifted my leg higher over Quinn’s hip to draw Liam in even farther. Liam blew out a long breath by my ear and then nibbled on my neck.

Quinn’s lips pressed on mine, he palmed my breasts as Liam’s cock slid back and forth over my needy G-spot, filling me, consuming me. I began to feel feverish, trembling with the need to orgasm. But I needed attention on my clit, it was throbbing with desperation. I couldn’t tip over the edge without it.

“Please,” I said. My hands dragged frantically over Quinn’s body as my hips pushed down against Liam. “Let me come.”

“Okay,” Quinn said. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Liam slipped from me and Quinn’s cock took its place with barely a pause in rhythm. He shoved in again and his pubis connected once more with my clit. Liam pinched my chin and turned my head halfway over my shoulder. He kissed me, his tongue probing in time with Quinn’s cock. I felt consumed by the darkness, by the hot, hard men around me, in me, taking me higher and higher. White-hot lights flashed before me, Liam’s cock settled in the crack of my butt and then I was there. I called into his mouth, “I’m coming.”

I hope you enjoyed this smokin'' hot moment. I got carried away after writing Shared and wrote Shared Too. The characters just wouldn't leave me alone.

There's something about menage that really appeals to me as a writer, there are so many different angles and emotions that can be played with. If you check out my Pinterest pages, I have one on Shared and Shared Too and another on menage - feel free to leave comments.

Have a great weekend.

Lily x