Guest Post from Rebecca Black

Hello!

Thanks for having me today so I can give my new book Let’s Ride a shout out.

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I really love a good, quick read. Busy lives often don’t leave as much time as we’d like for reading, do they? I’m not always so bothered about the backstory, I just want to live vicariously for a moment through the characters as they experience that first rush of lust and desire in a new relationship - I want to get a little hot and tingly ;)

Well Evernight’s Romance on the Go range is all about fulfilling this reading need and my new release Let’s Ride is a part of that.

Let’s Ride started life as an erotic short that I wrote for Masturbation Monday (a meme that I write for most weeks). I saw a black and white photograph of this gorgeous, androgynous woman sat on a kick ass motorbike in just a pair of knickers and this piece of flash fiction just fired out of me. Talk about inspiration!

She looked like she wouldn’t take any crap and she looked very capable of sweeping someone off their feet. It got a lot of great feedback so I decided to extend it and lucky for me, Evernight liked it too.

I’ve read some great books with well written dominant male characters, both straight and gay, but I really wanted to write a recognisable archetype with a twist. There isn’t one good reason on this earth why the hero has to be male. Let’s Ride completely rejects that assumption. Jo is confident, self-assured and has a dominant streak a mile wide, but she’s also a beautiful woman, inside and out. She rides into town and sweeps Mary-Beth right off her feet and into her bed. I love her (I know I’m not supposed to say that because I wrote her, but I really do!) and I hope you do too.

So here’s the blurb:

“I would do just about anything to be on the back of that bike when she leaves this place.”

Trapped in a small town life, Mary-Beth always knew there was something better out there. Then Jo rides into town and walks straight into the diner where she works. Sexy, dominant and self-assured, Jo is everything Mary-Beth wishes she could be. Their hot, intense meeting crashes through Mary-Beth’s small world and offers her the promise of a new start.

Will Mary-Beth leave everything behind and ride with Jo towards the chance of a new life?

Excerpt:

Standing by the window, I’m trying to take a lunch time customer’s order but my attention is caught by a bike riding into the gas pump out front.

I hold my breath. She is pretty much everything that I wish I could be. Tall and lean. Enough fuck you attitude to tame a horde of marauding Vikings. She straddles that bike like she was born to it, like she never rode a trike. Like she just stepped right onto all that horsepower and with a flick of her wrists rode off into the sunset, giving everyone the finger as she went.

I would do just about anything to be on the back of that bike when she leaves this place.

She kicks the stand and moves the bike smoothly into its stationary position, slinging her long leg over the back wheel.

I jump a little when our eyes meet through the window. I’m supposed to be taking this guy’s order but I got distracted, seriously distracted. She smirks when her eyes roam over the redness in my cheeks.

Heat has suffused my body; a fine sweat has broken out on my skin and I know I’m in trouble. So much trouble.

I manage to scramble my brain sufficiently to take his order and drop it off at the kitchen. Moving around the bar, I grab the coffee pot to do refills. I can’t stop looking at the door.

Will she come in? Or has she just come for gas?

Please let her come in.

I want to see her up close—I want to see her eyes—that flawless skin. I want to run my fingers over the black shaved hair on the sides of her head, run them through the longer top that she has greased back. I want to watch her eyes close with the pleasure of it.

I hold my nerve when I hear the bell ring over the door. I’m pouring coffee—it really wouldn’t do to spill it and burn a customer. I’m bent over slightly to reach the cup, and my skirt brushes against the back of my legs when she walks past me.

I smile distractedly as the customer thanks me, turning my head to see she has taken a seat at the bar.

Walking over on shaky legs, I smooth my damp palms down the front of my uniform apron.

She sits tall, resting her elbows on the counter. Her legs are open, one heel of her heavy black boots hooked higher on the stool than the other. Her jeans are tight, riding low on slim hips, well worn with a small rip over one knee. A tight white t-shirt stops a few inches from the waistband of her jeans, showing smooth lightly tanned skin that I desperately want to touch.

Her knowing gaze follows me as I move around the bar to face her. I can almost feel a pressure on my skin where it touches me.

“What can I get for you?”

“What have you got?” she asks in a low, husky voice. Her eyes lock on mine. Her eyebrows are like a raven’s wings, perfectly shaped, drawing my attention across her arresting face.

“Pretty much anything, as long as it’s deep fried and unhealthy,” I say wryly.

She laughs. The sound is low and rough and strokes over my nipples.

“Always tastes good, though, don’t it?” she replies. That smirk plays across her mouth again as her gaze drops to my lips. “I’ll just take a coffee for now. Think I’ll get something sweet in a little while…”

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Author Bio:

Rebecca Black is a Yorkshire girl born and bred. She is first and foremost a voracious reader and lately an author of erotica and erotic romance. She believes that the hottest sex scenes are the ones where emotions are involved (plus lots of dirty talk, lots of spanking, licking and sucking and well… you get the idea). She is the author of A Taste For Three (m/m/f) from Evernight and has several short stories due to be released in erotic anthologies. Rebecca is a regular contributor to the fantastic Cliterati magazine.

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Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday. Great prompt - phew! Here's a few from my new novel Muscling In - due for release on 27th October.

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My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.

Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.

Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?

One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.

I adored this moment. I’d just come, but having my husband primed and ready to plunge had another tremble of longing blasting though me.

He pushed forward, perfect aim.

I hooked my ankles behind his thighs and tilted my pelvis.

He smoothed in. I was wet and supple, but it was still a tight fit. When he was this hard he was the biggest guy I’d ever been with. But we went together well. Two perfect pieces of our own sexy jigsaw. But another man…in my…?

“Coben…” I said. “Would it…work?” I’d had to pause to concentrate on relaxing to accommodate the last few inches of him.

“What do you mean?” He gritted his teeth as his balls pressed up against me.

“Me and you and another guy?” I ran my hands up his biceps and held his shoulders.

“Guess we’d have to try it.” He stared at me. His eyes glazed with desire.

“But…?” Was he being serious? Probably. We’d known from the start of our relationship that we were both pretty liberal when it came to sex. “Who?”

“Someone we could trust.”

“Yes…” I held my breath as he pressed his body over my sensitive clit. “And hot.”

“So hot,” he said. “Someone really fucking hot.”

“Would you…?” I paused, remembering something he’d told me late one night, in the dark—a secret whisper, a confession I’d prized from him.

“What?” He pulled almost out, then smoothed back in. He wasn’t frantic, like I’d been, but in control, in the moment and apparently enjoying each tiny sensation.

“Would you touch him too?”

“Guess it would be hard not to.” One side of his mouth tipped into a grin and he held my gaze. There was a teasing look in his eyes.

“And…” Fuck. Was I really going to say this?

Yes. Go for it.

“And what?” He reached full depth, then pushed in more, shifting us both up the bed.

I panted out a breath. “And would you…kiss him?”

He bit his bottom lip.

I stared at his mouth. A mouth I knew had kissed another man once upon a time because he’d told me so. A man he’d felt something for, sexually.

“Kiss…” he repeated, a muscle flexing in his jaw.

“Yes, would you kiss him?” I hesitated. “Because that would be incredible to see you do that.”

“You think?” He dipped his head and pressed his lips to mine.

“Yes.” I spoke against his mouth. “The three of us, kissing, fucking, you and him connected too…”

He pulled in a sharp breath, then groaned.

Oh, he liked that dirty talk!

“Yes, all of us,” I carried on, “cocks, pussy all fucking, penetrating, coming. Everyone kissing and not knowing where one person ends and the others begin.”

“Jesus, Sian…” He set up a wild pace, fucking me with vigor. His face was shiny with sweat. The tendons in his neck stood proud.

I wasn’t going to come again, but seeing him orgasm like this, with a head full of a threesome fantasy, was as good as any climax.

“Urgh…” He spurted into me, blasting out his release.

I held him tight, locked him to me. My heart was racing as pleasure zipped around my body. He was so hard, concrete-like, inside me. Heat pulsed into my pussy and I gripped his shoulders, imagining that I was holding him together in this moment of coming undone. This was what we were, two halves, souls connected. We had a bond that would be there for all eternity.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He gasped and slowed. “Your cunt is so hot and tight.”

“Dirty soldier mouth,” I said, holding him closer still and kissing the angle of his jaw.

“It’s a good job I’ve had endurance training, woman. You’d kill off a meeker, smaller man.”

“Nothing meek or small about you.” I clenched my pussy around his cock.

As he moaned he kissed me again, smoothing his palm over my hair and pushing the damp strands back from my face.

“You enjoyed the dirty talk,” I asked, a smile spreading. “Thoughts of another man with us?”

“You look so sweet but say such filth.” He matched my grin and I could feel it against my lips.

“But you didn’t answer my question.” My heart was still trip-trapping along. I was pushing him. I knew I was. This conversation was exciting, though, new. And we thrived off new.

“What?”

Oh, he knew what. He might be a burly fighting machine but he had brain cells between his cute ears. His company success was proof of that.

“The other guy…” I paused. “Would you kiss him?”

He gave me an infuriatingly cocky smile. “Why do you want to know so bad?”

“I just do.”

He shook his head, just a little. “I should never have told you about kissing Matthew Henley back in college, should I?”

“Oh, yes you should have, it’s hot. I like to think of it sometimes.” I traced my fingers over his plump lips. “Guys think two girls together are hot. It’s the same for women, you know. We think two men together are sexy.”

A flash of surprise went over his eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah, really. Tell me more. Did you use tongues? Would you use tongues on our imaginary man?”

Coben was silent, but I could sense his mind whirring.

I felt brave. “Would you touch him, his chest, his belly, his ass…his cock.”

“Sian…”

“What? I’m curious. You just made me come thinking about a threesome. I want to know exactly what you were thinking about when you came.”

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Sunday Snog - First Peek at Muscling In!

Welcome to Sunday Snog - this week a first glimpse at my new MMF novel Muscling In which will be released from Evernight Publishing on the 27th of October.

Back Cover Information

My husband has a secret. Desires he’s kept locked away in a deep, dark place.

Determined to pry details of this forbidden longing, I had no idea how much this new side of him would turn me on. So when I met the object of his lust I couldn’t let it rest.

Edward Moorland was a force to be reckoned with, a man who fought for his country and what he wanted. But did he want me and my husband? Would I ever experience his passion let loose or would I remain on the sidelines, watching, waiting, hoping?

One thing I knew, I wasn’t the type of girl to give in without a fight. I wanted to be part of the action too. More than part of it, I wanted to be in the goddamn middle of it with bells, whistles and fireworks when it all exploded. Yes…I wanted it all.

Excerpt

I led him into the lounge and we sat side by side on the sofa. He was perched on the edge, his body tense.

I took his hand, spread out his fingers and pressed a kiss to the center of his palm. “Coben, please, we’ve always been honest with each other about everything.”

“I know.” A small tendon flexed in his cheek beneath his blond stubble.

“And I know there’s more than meets the eye to you and Ed.”

“But—”

“And it’s not a problem.” Again I kissed his hand, then rested it against my cheek. “I love you. I have from day one. You’ve got me, big time. Nothing is going to change that.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” His mouth twitched into a smile.

“And you told me way back that you’d flirted with being bi, that you’d had feelings for another man before. I’m hardly shocked to my core. I knew this about you before we married.”

He nodded, shoved his hand through his hair and rested back on the sofa. Some of the tension seemed to seep from his body into the cushions.

“Bi,” he repeated. “I suppose everything has to have a label these days.”

“Not for me. I just want you to know it’s not an issue in my world.”

“I know it isn’t. Really I do.” He stroked my cheek, then down my arm, took my hand in his and clasped it.

“So are you going to tell me about Ed?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Why?”

“Because…well, it was a long time ago.”

“It was about two minutes ago.” I raised my eyebrows. “And hey, the guy is seriously hot. Who the hell wouldn’t fancy the pants off him?”

“You think he’s hot?”

“Hell yeah!”

“He is.” Coben chuckled, though it was a bit strained. “But let’s just say the military are not quite as understanding as you are, Sian.”

“But you’re not in the military, not now.”

He went deathly serious again. “No but he is, and he’s high ranking. Society might have moved on but the Air Force, certainly some sections of it, aren’t so free spirited.”

“So he is gay?”

“Well, I’ve known him to have his fair share of fun with ladies so…”

A small thrill went through me. So Ed wasn’t totally off limits, out of range, off the radar. Maybe he liked me a little too? Perhaps that threesome fantasy…

I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself, again. “He’s bi?”

“There’s that label, Sian.”

I shrugged. “So tell me more.”

“I think he’s only ever had feelings for me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I think I’m the only bloke he’s ever, you know, kissed, but of course that might be different now. I didn’t ask.”

I leaned forward and set my lips on his—lips that had kissed Ed! I wished I could have seen them kiss. Just the thought made me tingle between my legs. “So this kiss, was it when you were both serving?”

He swallowed. “Yes, but it was hard. We had to keep it a secret that we were into each other.” He reached out and cupped my cheeks. His brow creased into a frown. “And you must too, Sian. It’s not fair on him if anything gets out about his sexuality. That would be his choice not ours.”

“Of course I wouldn’t say anything. Why would I and who to?”

“I don’t know. I’m just saying.”

“But don’t you get it?” I shifted and straddled him, my knees bent against his thighs and my pussy, pressing through my knickers, over the creases in his denims and onto his cock. “The thought of you and Ed together turns me on.” I sank a little lower onto him. “I’ve told you that before. I can’t explain it, but the thought of you, and another man, him…”

He ran his hands up my thighs, bunching my skirt. He watched it ruck around his wrists and appeared lost in his thoughts.

“Tell me,” I said quietly. “What else did you do other than kiss? What else had to be kept secret?”

Oh God, will he give me details?

He shook his head slightly.

“Tell me.” I ran my hands beneath his t-shirt and slipped them over his pecs, leaned forward and kissed him. “Did he suck your cock? Did he suck it the way I do?”

His breathing hitched.

I sank a little lower on him and was rewarded with a hardening. “He did, didn’t he? Suck you, that is.”

“Yes,” he whispered onto my lips.

Fuck, he’s admitted it.

“But not the way you do it.”

That surprised me. How many ways were there to suck a cock? “Explain.” I pulled at his t-shirt.

He slipped it over his head, threw it to one side.

“Just different.” He reached for my top, tugged it off and dropped it next to his.

“How?”

He licked his lips and looked at my breasts. “I dunno, it’s just more…rough with a man, more raw.”

“You mean you didn’t worry about his gag?” I could see it now. Ed on his knees, Coben, my husband, ramming his cock in and out of that gorgeous mouth, ecstasy all over his face—Coben loved being sucked off.

“Yeah, I guess, real…deep throat.”

“Fucking hell,” I murmured, capturing his mouth in a kiss and pushing my tongue against his. I wanted him. My body was buzzing for his. He was hard now and I writhed against him as I fumbled with the button on his jeans.

“And you sucked him?” I asked, my lips moving against his.

“Sian.” He shoved at his jeans, pushed at his boxers and his cock jutted upward.

“What?”

He pulled the gusset of my knickers aside and lined his cock with my entrance.

I sank down. “Ah, yeah…tell me…tell me everything.” I gasped. He was stretching me so much, this position, it felt wonderful for that first entry.

“Yes, I sucked him. We were…lovers,” he said, pushing up my bra so he could cup my breasts.

“Lovers,” I repeated.

“Yes, like we are. Ed and I were together…we did…everything.” He pulled me to him and shoved his tongue into my mouth.

Everything!

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