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GamblersChoice_w9208_750Take a look at this beautiful new cover for Linda Nightingale’s upcoming release from The Wild Rose Press.  Gambler’s Choice is about the equine circles of showing and eventing.  It’s a romantic suspense with a gothic flavor.  Debbie Taylor created this cover.

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Is pleasure addictive? If one person lines up perfectly with all your deepest desires, all your kinkiest kinks, would you choose him, in spite of how bad he might be?

My Stranger is about a woman who is sucked into the orbit of a Bad Boy Alpha Male, but like all bad boys, there is a deep, dark streak of the romantic in him. But her stranger wields a darkness that goes beyond normal behavior. Confidence hints at aggression, intelligence turns to manipulation, care is hidden within control, and persistence slides into obsession.

And like all of us who fall for the bad boys, AJ can’t help but wonder if she’s the woman who will save him from himself, if she’s the woman who can inspire a change in his behavior.

“You’re not like any other woman I’ve ever known.” His rusty voice turned downright corroded. “Maybe you can’t be soiled. Maybe your light can’t be dimmed. Maybe you would have been my fucking salvation, if you weren’t trying so goddamned hard to keep your distance.”

Would you fall for that line? There’s no shame if your answer is yes. Lots of us have fallen for lines like that. It’s that damned romantic streak, reeling us in, tying us in knots. The possibility of winning the ultimate prize, dangling before us like a fat, juicy carrot.

AJ’s girlfriend wants her to have one last fling with a man to get it all out of her system before they take their relationship to the next level. So when AJ feels a man’s strong arms wrap around her in the dark, and hears her girlfriend’s pet name for her fall from his lips, she willingly submits to her stranger—and only finds out how dangerous he is after it’s too late to stop her addiction to the pleasure he gives her.

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A dark erotic tale of lust and lies, and a truth more dangerous than the ecstasy she discovers in her stranger’s bed.

My girlfriend wanted me to have one last fling with a man before we took our relationship to the next level. When my stranger stole me away and gave me pleasure beyond anything I’d ever known, I thought it was all her idea. But my stranger wasn’t what I thought he was.

AJ isn’t ashamed to admit she’s a lover of many things—men, women and various combinations thereof. She’s a free spirit with a rough past that left her with a need to be taken care of, in spite of her trust issues. For the first time in her life, AJ is ready to commit to one person, but her girlfriend isn’t certain that AJ can be faithful and suggests one last fling to make sure she’s ready for a future together.

When AJ feels a man’s strong arms wrap around her in the dark, and hears her girlfriend’s pet name for her fall from his lips, she willingly submits to her stranger—and only finds out how dangerous he is after it’s too late to stop her addiction to the pleasure he gives her.

Warning: This story is dark erotica and contains situations that may be uncomfortable for certain readers, including Stockholm Syndrome, minor knife play, bondage, anal sex and fisting.

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The lights in my apartment were off. I flicked the switch, toggled it a bit the way people do when they think willpower alone can bring their dead bulbs back to life, but no dice. If I had known, I’d have picked some up while I was at the grocery store. Or, at the very least, I’d have come home before the sunset so I didn’t have to search for replacement bulbs by the weak light of the streetlamp outside.
I was on my tip-toes reaching for the back of the top shelf in my bedroom closet, pretty certain I had a box of twenty watts up there somewhere. Not ideal, but it would do until the morning. I didn’t hear a damned thing.
Massive arms wrapped around my rib cage. A big, hot body pressed against my back.
I jerked, but I couldn’t scream as a massive hand covered my mouth and held my surprise inside. My heart stuttered then pumped harder, my spine prepared itself for a struggle.
Then, “Shh, Ashley Jeanine, I won’t hurt you. Be calm.”
A smooth jaw swept over my temple as the unfamiliar voice—a rusty, deep voice—rolled over my ears. Was I calm? Not remotely, but the name the intruder used impinged on my senses and made me hesitate long enough that he removed his hand from my mouth.
“Did Sam set this up?”
“This has been in the works for a long time, beautiful.” Cloth slithered over my face and cinched tight around my eyes. “A real long time.”
Reflex had me trying to put my hands to the blindfold, but he caught my arms and pulled my wrists together behind my back. He was close enough for his body’s heat to cover me like a blanket. I held my breath and took stock of the situation, unsure whether or not to be mad at Sam.
The guy was big, brawny, and I wondered if he was another bounty hunter, a colleague of hers, though I wouldn’t have thought she’d set this up with someone she knew. Unless she trusted him a lot. His smooth-shaven jaw was soft against my cheek as he leaned over my shoulder and dragged his nose over my skin. I could hear him breathing me in. His hands found my hips and kneaded, and I relaxed without realizing.
Sam would get an earful later, but I could appreciate the scenario she set up. I had to admit it was hot. Maybe it was wrong of me, but a flash of excitement took hold of all the nerves below my waist. Here I was, in the dark and vulnerable while a big man, a stranger, tied me up and blindfolded me, his raspy voice stroking both my senses and my imagination.
Sam knew how much I liked to be tied up and I knew how uncomfortable it was for her to do it. It didn’t surprise me that she’d found someone who could, and since he’d used Sam’s pet name for me, all I had to do was relax and enjoy. I hadn’t thought to go through with her fling idea, but I was here, he was here, and my body was growing softer by the second.
He flicked the buttons of my jeans and they sagged open enough to let his hand slide in. Dude wasn’t wasting any time, so I shifted my stance and leaned back against his big chest. With my eyes covered, my sense of touch was enhanced, and I tracked his firm slide south with straining nerves and unwavering concentration.
His fingertip was hot against me. Striking sparks, he circled my clit with just that one, avoiding full contact and making me suck in an expectant breath. Over and around until my nerves were blazing, silently pleading. I arched lightly, pressing my shoulders back against the wall of his muscle, but I didn’t beg.
Hell, no, I didn’t beg.
I would have said he was teasing if his breathing wasn’t so ragged and his touch wasn’t so rough. His wrist shook against my lower belly and his pinky finger jerked rhythmically high against my right thigh. Sam must have set this up a long time ago if this guy was so ready for it. Or maybe he liked the idea of tying a girl up in the darkness of her own home, standing behind her and getting her off with just a single finger.
I’m not ashamed to say that’s exactly what he was doing, either. I started rolling my hips as he traced my slit, up and down, over and over, harder and harder with each pass. Tingles were taking over and my clit swelled—I could feel it and I liked it, the sense of anticipation that built a mental pressure just as much as a physical one.
He found some magic spot just to the right of my clit and stroked in such a way my hips bucked sideways. He growled in my ear and I figured he’d liked it as much as I did. Then his hot palm covered the whole upper half of my mound as his finger tracked back down, and thrust into my pussy.
His dark chuckle invaded my ear. The slow glide was frustrating and I had an immediate flashback to Sam on our last night in the ski lodge, using her fingers and nothing else, even knowing I needed more.
“There’s time, beautiful.” Again his nose dragged over my cheek. “But I’m going to wind you up, give you just enough pleasure that you can’t sit still. You’ll scream and beg and cry for more. And then I’ll fill your cunt with the biggest cock you’ve ever had.”
They all said that same thing, I swear to God. But there was something about this big stranger at my back that had me wondering, hoping, anticipating. His finger was thrusting in and out and providing just enough sensation against the ring of muscle at my entrance that my lust was leaping forward. A gentle tingle, a need for more and my pussy was soft and clenching and trying to suck his knuckles deeper.
“I never beg,” I told him breathlessly.
“You will.”

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Lola White writes what she writes, which is erotic fiction. Sometimes horror, sometimes paranormal, sometimes romance. It’s all sexy, but never predictable because she likes to twist reality at its edges in her stories. She likes delving into the emotions of her characters, finding their strengths and weaknesses, and seeing (and showing) how they get themselves out of whatever trouble has found them—if they can.

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A quick mission to retrieve a bag of blood leaves Makar Decanus and Baruch Abella’s head spinning when they stumble upon their potential mate. Unknown to them at the time, this isn’t just any ordinary doctor with sea-green eyes and a tantalizing scent of violets. She might very well be the catalyst leading to the destruction of the Insedi race.

Dr. Keely Anderson thinks she’s on to something wondrous when not one, but three patients reveal they’ve seen men disappearing before their eyes. Undaunted by her prick boss’s demand she stop investigating, Keely finds herself swept into the arms of two overwhelming males that want to see her permanently positioned between their sexy as hell bodies. But will her heartrending past keep them at arm’s length?

Book 7 in the Fueled By Lust Series will pull at your heartstrings, make you gasp at the action, and have you fall head over heels in love once again with the Insedi race.

Reader note: Series best read in sequence

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“Join us, Keely. Your eyes dilate with passion. My senses haven’t failed me.”

“I already told you that I’m not interested.”

Her soft, trembling words helped to release a soft growl from his throat, informing any that heard that he was a male with one goal—to get as close as possible to his mate. The air fairly crackled with the amount of energy streaming between him and Makar. It now swirled effortlessly around their green-eyed goddess.

“You lie, sweetness. We can smell your desire. The intoxicating bouquet of violets beckons us as if a moth to a flame.”

Keely blinked rapidly, yet stayed perfectly still. “That’s ridiculous. You can’t smell desire.”

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong, little one. Makar spoke of this Insedi trait while you waited under the trees. I was in his thoughts.”

Keely swallowed and pushed up into a sitting position. Her fingers gripped the edge of the cushions. “My desire smells like flowers?”

Rising to his knees, Baruch clasped her calves and slowly pushed her legs wide. Moving between her thighs, he leaned forward until she collapsed against the backrest. He positioned his cock across the thin material separating him from her deliciously fragrant pussy and looked her directly in the eye.

“Do you feel how heavy he lies upon your body? Your sweet flowers have snared the beast. He awaits your decision.”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_FueledByLustMakarAndBaruchCeleste was born and raised in a small town between Dallas/Fort Worth and Austin. Wanting to see more than her small Texas town, she joined the Marines, which satisfied her craving to see more of the U.S. and her drive to see if she could be one of the few and the proud.

A firm believer in educating the mind, Celeste has achieved several advanced degrees, the latest being a master’s of science.

Her true love is writing erotic romance, especially about alien hunks that know how to treat their females.

Drusus, Severus, Cato, Lucien, Caelius, Maxim and many more have swirled in her dreams until she had to bring them to life and allow them to find love within the pages of the Fueled by Lust book series.

 

 

 

Book 1 DRUSUS was nominated as Top 5 Finalist and placed 3rd in the 2014 RWA Passionate Ink’s 9th Annual Passionate Plume Book Contest in Erotic SciFi/Fantasy Category, Book 2 SEVERUS achieved BEST BOOK review rating and won April 2014 BOOK OF THE MONTH Reader Poll at LONG AND SHORT REVIEWS, Book 3 CATO won the May/June 2014, and LUCIEN MediaKit_SeriesBannerwon the September 2014 BOOK OF THE MONTH Reader Poll at LONG AND SHORT REVIEWS. All currently released books in the series have made it into the Top 5 Bestseller Lists at Bookstrand.com within days of release as well as making it into the Top 10 Hottest New Releases in Erotic Science Fiction on Amazon.

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Celeste Prater is awarding a randomly drawn commenter a $20 Amazon/BN gift card via Rafflecopter.a Rafflecopter giveaway

LoveForSale_w9468_medLinda Nightingale’s just released sci-fi romance, Love For Sale, garnered a 5-star review from the Paranormal Romance Guild!!!  The book is available from The Wild Rose Press in print and to be released in eBook form on 6/10.

“…Linda Nightingale is an author I am always happy to read. I have read many and will read many more.”

To read the entire review:  http://www.paranormalromanceguild.com/reviewslindanighting.htm

 

 

 

 

 

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Posted for Mary Ricksen:

Does this remind you of something?

Buster Brown

When we, that is, the people my age, were kids; everything was sold by the jingle that represented the product.

Does your shoe have a boy inside, what a funny place for a boy to hide?

Does your shoe have a dog there too, a boy and a dog and a foot in a shoe.

Well, the boy is, Buster Brown, and the dog is Tige his friend, and it’s really just a picture;

but, it’s fun to play pretend.

So look, look, look, in the telephone book, for the store that sells this shoe.

With the picture of the boy and the dog inside, so you can put your foot in too!

 “The logo of the company is a little creepy, don’t you think? A one-eyed boy and a gnarling dog. Yeah…nothing says kiddie shoes like that! Cartoonist…

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The Twisted Sisters Club Series

Writing a series can be fun. Writing 5 different women, with different personalities and keeping them straight, not so much. Thank God there women keep me laughing with their antics.

We all hope to have friends that will be there for us, through thick and thin. In the Twisted Sisters Club series, Sabrina, Angel, Kat, Jill, and Carina do just that, only it doesn’t stop there; these friends are so close they don’t know the meaning of boundaries.

From Sabrina landing in jail for solicitation in Sex, Lies, and Beauty Aids, to Angel winding up on the cover of a Tabloid in Sex, Secrets, & Happily Ever Afters, this band of friends knows one thing above all…they’re only a phone call away.

No trouble is too small, no man is too hot, and no one is safe in a game of Truth and Dare,  when…

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Ages 18+. Contains strong language, explicit sex and elements of horror. This book is the final installment in the Immortal Touch trilogy.

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What good is immortality when every moment is agony?

 

The vampire Ash has returned from his watery grave, proving that death is merely a minor inconvenience. Picking up where he left off? That might not be as easy. Because someone else is vying for Sami’s attention – the last person he ever would have expected.

Fulfilling her desire for immortality seems the surest route to winning her favor. But for Sami, this gift will come at a terrible price. One simple lie of omission is all it takes to send her spiraling into a terminal state of madness. And as the last remnants of her sanity slip away, Ash can no longer deny that her maniacal behavior is putting them all at risk. His perfect angel has become a perfect liability.

But can he find it in his heart to destroy her?

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MediaKit_BookCover_RedTideRisingAlmost simultaneously they blinked, the two heads bobbing about in disoriented confusion as they struggled to assimilate. Straightening, Ash took a step back and spread his arms open with a haughty smile.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the freakshow! I am your host and master of ceremonies. Tickets are nonrefundable and the rules here are simple. There are only two, so please give me your undivided attention as I will not, I repeat, will not be going over these instructions twice. Listen up, here we go. Rule number one. Do. Not. Scream. First motherfucker in here that wigs out on me gets their gray matter painted all over the walls. Unless you want this place redecorated with your brains, I suggest you take ol’ Sparky’s advice here and – how’d you put it? Oh, yeah. Keep. It. Down.

“Rule number two. I am in charge here. In case you illiterate hillbilly dumbasses don’t know what that means, I’ll clarify. You will do what I say, when I say it, without asking why. These rules are non-negotiable and subject to change at any time, without any warning, in accordance with my whim. Do we have any questions from the audience?”

Sami watched, enthralled, as the startled couple exchanged panicky looks. Once again almost synchronously, their bulging eyes returned to the gun being waved around in front of their faces. Neither of them seemed to know what to do.

The woman was the first to hazard a question. Bringing a shaking hand to her chest, she coughed twice before saying in a croaky voice, “P-please…I need a Xanax. I think I’m having a panic attack.”

“A panic attack? Really?” Asher’s free hand flew to his mouth in exaggerated dismay. “Oh, my. Now that is unfortunate. Regrettably, management won’t allow us to stop the ride and let you off once it’s started. However, we will have some nice parting gifts for you. May I have your name, please?”

“My…name?” Her cheeks grew even more wan if that was possible. She looked dangerously close to face-planting into the floor.

“Yes. Your name. What people call you. Comes above the street address on your mail. Generally the first line on your birth certificate. Any of that ring a bell?”

“Brandy,” she whispered before coughing again.

RTR - Teaser 2“What was that you were asking for, Brandy? A Xanax?”

“Yes…please. They’re in…in my purse. Over there.”

“My dear, you don’t need medication. What you need is a transfusion. Request denied. Next?”

At her side, Kemper seemed to suddenly spring to life. “What’s going on here?” he snapped indignantly. “Who are you people?”

“I apologize, but due to union rules we are only permitted to answer one question at a time. Kindly select just one.”

Not only baffled but clearly getting pissed off, Kemper gritted his teeth so that his lower lip protruded in a way that reminded Sami of Slingblade. “I said…who ARE you people?”

“Oh! That’s right! You don’t even know how to address me yet, do you? Please pardon the oversight. Let me introduce myself. I am known as Alpha to the fortunate, Grim Reaper to the unfortunate, and Total Prick to everyone else. You can simply call me Sir. To my left is my lovely assistant Samara. Take a bow, gorgeous.”

Smiling brightly, she gave a dainty little curtsey. “How do you do?”

It wasn’t so bad, really.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_RedTideRisingAllie fell in love with books from the moment she was issued her very first Sally, Dick and Jane reader. Born and raised in Alabama, she now resides in the sunny panhandle of Florida with her own blue-eyed Prince Charming and two fat, obnoxious cats. When she’s not busy obsessing over the lexicon of her latest project, she can usually be found watching B-movie horror (the cheesier, the better!), reading or playing online computer games while indulging her unhealthy Pepsi addiction.

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