The Baby Contract

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Protecting Portia by Pavarti K Tyler #Giveaway

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Title:  Protecting Portia

Series:  A Sugar House Novella #2 (Stand-alone Series)

Author:  Pavarti K. Tyler

Published:  May 19th, 2014

Publisher:  Evolved Publishing

Word Count:  38,000

Genre:  Erotic Romance

Content Warning:  Erotic sexual content

Recommended Age:  18+

 

Synopsis:

Jackson Grady met the love of his life. Unfortunately, he was running drugs for a pimp named Sasha at the time, who asked him to keep an eye on their new acquisition from Russia, the bedraggled beauty named Portia. She touched his heart and forced him to confront the kind of man he’d become.

Now, Portia and Jackson both work at The Sugar House. He continuously looks out for her, and longs for her with his every breath, but knows he is unworthy of such an angel. What will Portia do to win not only the heart, but also the body, of the man she loves?

Welcome to the world of The Sugar House, and the men and women who will fulfill your every fantasy. But can they find a way to fulfill their own?


 

Excerpt from Protecting Portia:

The world has no place for men like Jackson, no place for the kind of man his Grams raised him to be—for heroes or gentlemen. At least that’s what he believes.

The scars radiating from his shoulder down his chest are the only physical manifestations of the damage he endured. The VA stitched him up good, discharged him with honors and sent him on his way, promising to help him find a job and follow up doctor visits that never came. No, even Afghanistan had no use for men like him.

Memories shadow over him, threatening to drag him down by the sleeves. The silence in his apartment buzzes with the cries of long dead friends. An image of Chuck lying in the sandy street of Ghazni, his arm sliced clean through, flashes through his mind’s eye.

The sticky blood sprayed across Jackson’s face, but his life marched forward as Chuck slowly died.

His heart begins to race and his temperature rises as the fight or flight response kicks in—he was always one to choose fight. He stretches his back and flexes his fingers, shaking them out to get the blood flowing again. Circulation does wonders for the human body—when it stops, that’s when everything goes to shit.

Most of the time, he doesn’t think about the past. He occupies his nights watching Portia and making sure everyone who works for Miss Necia is safe.

He inherited the management of the security team when he took over for Donovan. A good guy, Donovan—the kind you’d value having on your side in a fight—but also the kind of guy who wore down after too many years doing work like this.

Jackson has seen too much of human nature to get any further down. He’s already seen the worst of it. What could the occasional psychopath do to him after everything he’s witnessed over the last year?

Humanity is a wasted species, taking up far too much space while killing themselves and the world around them. When pushed to the point, he finds himself unable to come up with a single reason why the human race should even continue to exist.

Thoughts like that don’t get him anywhere though, so he spends his time watching Portia. The glow of her platinum hair lends her porcelain face a halo, giving him something good and pure to focus on. He makes sure she’s safe, and keeps his love hidden away until the day she might return it.

The idea Portia could ever love him back is more than he could imagine being granted. The gods frowned on him before he ever had a chance to try. He was born into nothing, and his mama left him nothing. His Grams tried to give him a better life, but all he managed to do was bring himself back down to nothing.

And that’s all he’d ever be.

 

 

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About the Author:

Award winning author of multi-cultural and transgressive literature, Pavarti K Tyler is an artist, wife, mother and number cruncher. She graduated Smith College in 1999 with a degree in Theatre. After graduation, she moved to New York, where she worked as a Dramaturge, Assistant Director and Production Manager on productions both on and off Broadway. Later, Pavarti went to work in the finance industry several international law firms. She now lives with her husband, two daughters and one very large, very terrible dog. She keeps busy working with fabulous authors as the Director of Marketing at Novel Publicity and penning her next genre bending novel.


 

 

Giveaway Details:

There is an International tour wide giveaway. Prizes include the following:

Two winners:

         $10 Amazon gift card
         Erotic eBook Bundle w/ 3 eBooks  
 
 
 
 
 
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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Love On Death Row by Melissa Love



Title: Love On Death Row
Author: Melissa Love
Genre: Women's Fiction, Urban 


Synopsis: 

How Far Would You Go To Save Your Marriage? From the outside De’Nesha Cole had the picture perfect life with two beautiful children and a loving husband. But on the outside, Terence was far from perfect. He was violent, controlling and abusive. When her best friends find out what’s been going on behind closed doors, they encourage her to go to the authorities, but she refused. She was determined to make her marriage work no matter at what cost and death was no exception. 





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Excerpt: 

“These are for you! He said as he slowly brought his hands around to show me the dozen of red and yellow roses he had gotten for me. He kissed me on the back of my neck. “Well, do you like it?”

I couldn’t believe he was acting so casual after just punching me forty minutes ago. He must be suffering from personality dissociation.

“Of course,” I replied with a fake smile on my bruised face. “Thank you, baby.”

“Can you forgive me for the way I have been acting? I know that’s my child you’re carrying. Is it a boy or a girl?” He asked as he rubs my stomach and kissed me tenderly.

“I don’t know yet, it’s too early to tell, but when I go back next week I can ask the doctor and you can go with me if you want to?”

“Hell, yeah, this is my first child, so I got to be there. I called my parents, and they are so thrilled too.”

The only reason I hugged Terence and forgave him is because of our baby, and I know it sounds stupid, but this is our first child and I refuse to be just another single black woman raising a child alone.



Erotic Excerpt:

The male guards like that and sometimes they ask if they can join in or watch; most of the time, with Strawberry’s permission, we let them join in on our session for a price. I really didn’t want to do that, because I believed in our marriage vows and keeping it just between us. The three guards took me into the craft room and the other two took Strawberry on the other side of the room. They handled me really good! I was licked, sucked and manhandled in the right way. I came so many times that I didn’t know what to do, and I could hear Strawberry moaning just a few feet away.







Author Bio: 

Melissa Love began her love of writing since picking up her first urban fictional book. She wanted to turn her love of reading into writing. In 2001 and 2002 she went the self-publishing route and published 3 books. She knew that self-publishing wasn’t the rout she wanted to take anymore, so she continued on to write more manuscripts until she was able to get signed with a major publishing company. Writing has become a way for her to be creative in telling compelling stories and memorable characters of lies and deceits. She is also a member of the Motown Writer Network and she currently resides in Detroit, Michigan with her two daughters.








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Monday, July 21, 2014

NEW RELEASE: The Baby Contract #TheBabyContract @OliviaStarke

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The Baby Contract by Olivia Starke
Genre(s): Erotic Contemporary Romance
Digital ISBN: 9781940744339
Length: Novel
Price: $4.99
Having a baby is Abby's dream. Will Liam's enemies stop her happily ever after?

Liam Whitmore III is floored by the surprise stipulation in his father's will—provide an heir within one year or he'll lose the controlling portion of Whitmore Incorporated to his cousin Spencer. The corporation is Liam's life. He'll do anything to keep his cousin's hands off of it, including finding a woman who'll bear his child. Though finding the right woman seems an impossible task since he doesn't have room in his life for anything except running the company. He doesn't want a wife, just an heir.

Abby Haden's family is about to lose their ranch, the only life her ailing father and brother have ever known. She feels helpless and is desperate to help. When the most coveted bachelor in Austin, Liam Whitmore III, also known as the Takeover Tyrant, offers to pay her to have his child it seems too incredible to be true. She's all but given up hope of ever having a baby. Not only will her dream of being a mother come true, but she can also save the family ranch.

It was just supposed to be a business deal, but Abby and Liam find it hard to keep their hearts out of what it takes to make a baby. Even as they sort out their feelings, others have their eye on Whitmore Incorporated. Liam and Abby will soon discover how far they'll go to make sure Abby never produces that heir.

Content Warning: contains graphic sex, explicit language, mild violence, and a heroine with a history
 of domestic abuse



The Baby Contract – Excerpt


Abby closed her eyes tight and pressed send on her phone. Liam's phone rang once, twice, three times. A bit relieved, she waited to be routed to his voicemail.

"Liam Whitmore's office."

She sucked in a hard breath and nearly dropped the phone. "Uh…hi…this is Abby Haden, Abigail Haden that is."

"Yes, Miss Haden," the receptionist said quickly. "Please hold."
Several seconds passed.

"This is Liam."

"I…" Abby paused, searching her heart one last time. Her grip on her cellphone tightened, and her courage failed. "I…I…"

"What's the holdup?" Liam asked, his voice gruff.

She flinched. "H-holdup?" she stammered.

"Seven hundred fifty thousand dollars, and that's the final offer, Miss Haden. Take it or leave it."

Abby blinked. "That's not—"

"Take it or leave it," Liam interrupted. "I want an answer now."

His brisk tone set her on edge and raised her ire.

Her courage returned. "Fine, but I have a requirement."

His pause felt tangible through the phone, and she feared he'd had second thoughts. Not that she'd back down from her decision.

"What is it?" He nearly growled the question.

She filled her lungs with air. "I want two hundred fifty thousand upon conception, the rest after the baby is born."

Another pause. "We have a deal." His anger had disappeared, his voice holding no hint of emotion.

Abby blew out her pent-up breath. "Okay, good. I've been unable to find a clinic for the…the artificial, um, you know." She placed a cool palm on her flaming hot cheek. If it was possible to die from embarrassment, she'd be a goner for sure.

"I'm not following you, Miss Haden," Liam said. She heard papers shuffling in the background. "I'll have the contract drawn up."

"Artificial insemination," Abby blurted out.

"Artificial insemination?" He sounded taken aback. "I hadn't considered any such thing."

Abby frowned in confusion. "How else are we going to get me pregnant?"

Liam's laughter echoed through the phone. Rich and throaty, it sent a hot tingle down Abby's spine. Goose bumps broke out over her skin.

"Miss Haden, there are such pleasurable ways of making a baby that are quite successful," he said, his voice dropping to a deep rumble over the phone. Abby took a shuddering breath as it did obscene things to her insides. His tone returned to its more business-like manner. "I have a cabin in Aspen. As soon as your cycle is at the most likely time for you to conceive we'll fly up there for a week," he said. "AI would take too much time," he added.

"I-I didn't plan on that," Abby stuttered, her mind reeling. Sex hadn't been in the equation when she'd made her decision. Sex? With Liam? Oh my God. Her heart kicked into overdrive. "Look, Mr. Whitmore—"

"I'll set up an appointment with my physician for STD tests. Can you be there tomorrow afternoon by, say…" He paused briefly. "Three-thirty?"

"Mr. Whitmore, I—"

"Do you know when you'll most likely ovulate again?"

Abby blinked, she was being steamrolled.

"Miss Haden, it's a simple question. I need to know."

She looked at her calendar, she'd already figured up the days in case she'd gotten an appointment at one of the clinics she called. "Um, next week, but listen—"

Liam pushed on. "I'll have everything set up. We can leave for Aspen late Sunday evening. My personal assistant will be in touch tomorrow morning to give you directions to my physician's office."

"Mr. Whitmore, there's no way I can get off work for a week on such short notice. It's Tuesday," she insisted, trying to backpedal.

"It's taken care of. Don't worry, Abigail," he said.

The sound of her given name rolling off his tongue caught her off guard. It stopped her next objection dead in its tracks.

"What's your contact number?" he asked.

Abby gave him her cellphone number.

After a quick 'thank you' Liam hung up, leaving Abby in a bit of a stupor. His driven personality explained his business success, as well as the rumored success he had with women. He was a raging river and she had been helplessly swept along in its current.


Friday, July 18, 2014

BookTour: Open World: C.O.V.E.N by Casey Moss

Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss
Erotic Urban Fantasy



Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss is an Editor’s Pick!

The world has broken out in wars. Las Vegas has been ravaged by chemical warfare and is now home to several clans and creatures.

Welcome to I-D-8 Entertainment’s newest game: Clans of Vegas—Endless Night.

Friends and family have gathered for a crunch time playtest of C.O.V.E.N.. When a horrible thunderstorm hits, everyone’s sucked into the game for real. In the MMORPG, Hope Collins is kidnapped by Buzz and forced to submit to his whims. Her boyfriend, Alden, has to delay his quest of defeating a clan’s prince to save her, but time and circumstance don’t seem to be on his side. Faith Collins is bombarded by strange dreams brought on by Buzz. Her boyfriend, Tavis, learns to dream walk, but can he help break the spell she’s under and save her before she’s lost to him?

C.O.V.E.N. is more than just a game. It’s a whole other world.





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ADULT EXCERPT
“I thought you might be interested in a hobby.” Buzz pointed at the yarn, which she put on the floor next to her. “The other items are to help you become the proper, submissive wife.”
“Speaking of being the proper wife. When are you going to give me some satisfaction as a husband should? Or do you have a problem in that department and can only get off on torturing helpless victims? Ones you have to capture and make submit to you?” The words tumbled out of her mouth without thought.
Buzz narrowed his eyes. His nostrils flared. “It’s not time yet for me to take your innocence,” his strained voice grit out. “And, for your lack in restraint in speaking to me, you will spend all night on the porch.”
“Yes, my love.” The dismal words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Doing as he’d instructed, she crawled behind him out to the back of the house.
He cranked open the windows. She undressed from the white shirt and gray skirt uniform, stepped forward and presented her hands in the air to be secured. Once she was in place, he took the dildo with the long horsehair attached to it and whipped her with the strands. Her ass cheeks burned and clenched each time they were marked with the lashes.
“Ah, what a lovely shade of deep pink my dear, like a nice piece of medium rare steak.” He slapped the area with his hand, then prepped the dildo and her anus with lube. Buzz shoved the toy up her ass.
The hairs danced in the breeze coming through the open windows and tickled her thighs.
Pins were placed on her nipples. She did her best to not react to the shooting pains zinging through her breasts. A blindfold covered her eyes.
Metal clanking and scraping sounded nearby. He didn’t leave the area as he normally would? Not liking the change in routine, the fact he stood somewhere close to her sent her nerves and heart racing.
Seconds later, a cold structure pressed against her abdomen. She recognized the cool metal to be the step ladder which usually sat in the corner. The apparatus pushed against her. When she heard the whiz of his zipper, she opened her mouth and granted him access. There was no use trying to fight him considering the position she was in.









Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…



Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Sci Spanks Anthology #NewRelease #SciSpanks

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Introduction by Anastasia Vitsky
As a reader and author, I have a dilemma. There are too many books and not enough money or time to read them. I find myself dazed at the millions of books available, and I don’t know how to choose books best for me. Best seller lists might appeal to a stereotypical reader, but I prefer my stories sweet, naughty, and with a bit of spank. I might buy books from authors I find interesting, only to be disappointed after a few pages. Or I pick up a book accidentally and find myself immersed in an amazing story. Some of my fondest memories of book-hunting include finding unexpected treasures in used book stores, clearance bins, and garage sales. Anyone can look up the latest best seller in a major bookstore, but finding out-of-the-way authors and titles has become a more infrequent pleasure.
Sci Spanks (and its companion events, Spank or Treat for Halloween and Love Spanks for Valentine’s Day) was created to offer readers the opportunity to browse new authors, free of charge. The “Sci” in this term represents the broadest interpretation of dystopia, fantasy, hard and soft science fiction, paranormal, urban fantasy, and speculative fiction. If the story contains events not found in an ordinary human world, it qualifies for Sci Spanks. As the name implies, adult consensual spanking (often for erotic pleasure) is often included. Authors publish stand-alone spin-off stories of published works, or they showcase excerpts of books not yet published. Fans of authors get exclusive sneak peeks, and new readers get to sample authors’ work without committing to an entire book. Publishers, freelancers, and related vendors donate dozens of prizes toward a pool valued at over one thousand dollars. For Sci Spanks 2014, I introduced an exclusive author meet-and-greet for all participants. The event was so successful that authors are already preparing a special surprise for Spank or Treat 2014, October 24-26.
Sci Spanks the anthology offers thirteen of the Sci Spanks stories for you in an easy-to-read, portable format. You’ll find everything from sweet, tender romance (Cathy Pegau’s “Jen and Maddy”) to laugh-out-loud humor (Maren Smith’s “Oh What the Hell”) and references to old-school science fiction popular culture (Eva Lefoy’s “Sweet Punishment”). You’ll find a mixture of romantic pairings, from M/F to F/F and M/M. Some stories are harsher (Natasha Knight’s “A Public Caning”) while others appeal to the softest-hearted romantic (Kate Richard’s “The Moon Trainer”). Sit back, relax, and enjoy!


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Taken By Her Alien Warriors by Doris O'Connor #giveaway


Taken by Her Alien Warriors by +Doris O'connor

Categories: Erotic Romance, Futuristic, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Science Fiction

Word Count: 32,008
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.


The men of any species have needs…
Gemini Hudson has grown up, knowing the truth behind those words, but what happens when those needs pitch lovers against each other in a war torn galaxy?
Cirrion Warrior Zorran rescued a nine year old Gemini in a rare show of compassion. Twelve years later his slave has grown into a beautiful young woman which he feels inexorably drawn to. However, she is only human and too fragile for his dark desires.  Desires he is certain he can only share with one man—his Drakan lover Ornack.
With Drakan at war with Cirrion the men's relationship seems doomed to failure. Giving Gemini to Ornack will fulfil their emotional needs in a way Zorran can't.
From the minute he sees her, Lord Ornack knows this female is the one woman who can complete their circle, because she loves Zorran as much as he does.
There's only one solution. Claim both his mates and damn the consequences.
A Siren Erotic Romance




(2 EXCERPTS, PICK ONE PLEASE)
 “I don’t think I can. Please don’t make me have sex with you.”
Ornack sighed and she visibly relaxed when he straddled a chair several feet away from her.
“Oh, you could,” he said. “And you’d enjoy it. I’m not an ogre, however, nor so uncivilized that I would force my attentions where they’re not wanted.” He smiled at her sharp intake of breath. “Zorran brought you here to keep you safe. I have every intention of making sure you’ll stay safe, but I’ll need your cooperation for that.”
Fresh tears filled her eyes at the mention of Zorran, and Ornack bit back a curse.
“He’ll be back, you know,” he said, and she hugged her arms around herself and shook her head. The action pushed her breasts up and his mouth watered. Soon, he would have her, but not like this.
“He doesn’t want me. If he comes back, it will be for you.” Gemini straightened her shoulders and pushed away from the wall. After only the tiniest hesitation, she sat down in the chair next to him, and this time, when he offered her some wine, she took it.
“You’re not denying it then?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t insult your intelligence, Gemini. Yes, we’re lovers, have been for the last three years, but when he comes back it won’t be to fuck me. Well, not only me, I should say.”
He smirked as her eyes widened and heat stole into her cheeks.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I’m deadly serious. I’m expected to mate, having proven my ability to produce offspring. The problem is none of the females sent my way have shown half as much affection as you’ve shown my son tonight.”
“Then they’re fools. Magnuss is adorable.”
Her instant defense of his little tearaway made Ornack smile.
“You won’t say that when he bounces on your bed before the first rays of the sun have even broken over the mountain peak. Nor when he dive-bombs when you’re least expecting it, or hides a toad in your shoe. The list of his adventures is endless. Gerunda will tell you I was the same as a child.”
“She looked after you too?” Gemini asked.
“Yes, she did, and my father before me. Gerunda is one of the oldest living females of my species. In fact she is the last female born this side of the mountains. We seem to have lost the ability to father females altogether. Other parts of Drakon fare slightly better.”
“And you’re telling me this, why?” Gemini put her goblet down on the table with enough force to slosh the red wine over the sides, and her blue eyes blazed with indignation. “I won’t be your broodmare to help you populate this side of Drakon, if that’s what you mean by needing my cooperation.”
Her breath hitched and she glanced toward his crotch, where his cock was still trying to break out of the leggings he wore, and her nipples firmed into tight little bullets. She squirmed on her seat when Ornack didn’t say anything and simply sat watching her.
She exhaled sharply when he finally spoke.
“No, that’s not what I need your cooperation for, my sweet little human. I need to convince the King that I’m happily settled with my new wife.”
Ornack rather enjoyed the way her mouth fell open in stunned surprise.

* * * *

“Your what?” Gemini couldn’t have heard him right. He must be poking fun at her. That was the only explanation.
Instead of answering her Ornack smiled. It showed his fangs and his arctic eyes crinkled at the corners. Now that she looked at him properly she could see the fine laughter lines around his eyes, and the dimples in his cheeks. Magnuss had the same irresistible indentations. On him they looked cute. On his father, they did strange things to her insides, and she was glad to be sitting. The man was sex-on-legs gorgeous, and he clearly knew the effect he had on her.
Those lines deepened and he reached across to grasp her hand. She couldn’t suppress her gasp of surprise when he lifted her hand to his lips and dropped a kiss on the back of it.
“I told you. Zorran wants you safe, and as my wife, you have standing and protection, and you keep me off the king’s radar. It’s a win-win situation all around.”
“I won’t sleep with you.” She blurted that out without thinking and snatched her hand out his grasp. Much to her surprise he let her and laughed. It was a deep belly laugh that seemed to settle straight in her clit, and Gemini inwardly rolled her eyes at herself.
What was wrong with her today? She loved Zorran, and, yet, she sat here lusting after a man she barely knew, and a gay man at that. Only he wasn’t gay, was he? He’d fathered little Magnuss after all, and there was no doubt that she aroused him. The hard ridge straining the fabric of his tunic looked huge, and once he sobered, the intensity of his azure gaze pinned her in place as though he’d bound her to the chair. And that really shouldn’t turn her on more.
“Oh, you will sleep with me, starting tonight, in fact.”
She shook her head, and his gaze burnt hotter at her denial.
“I won’t … please …. I can’t. I don’t know you. I’m …I’ve never done this before.”
Heat burned her cheeks at her halting admission, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the intensity of his gaze either. He’d gone so still, she couldn’t be sure he was even breathing.
“There’s a first time for everything, my sweet.” The endearment rolled off his tongue, and she blinked when he hooked one foot around the leg of her chair and scooted it closer to him until their knees were touching. He gripped the back of her chair either side of her shoulders, and smiled when she pressed back as far as she could, which wasn’t very far at all. She was trapped and the thought of being at this Drakan’s mercy made her breathing speed up.
“I knew he hadn’t touched you. I can smell your innocence.”
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(2ND EXCERT - ADULT)
Ornack’s cock hardened in record time and his fangs dropped, seeing his wife impaled on Zorran. She threw him a worried glance over her shoulder, and he smiled to reassure her.
“Don’t stop on my account. I woke up and neither one of you was there. Gerunda said you two needed time, but fuck it all to hell and back, time is the one thing we do not have, so we make this work now or never.”
Zorran glared at him, but there was no mistaking the lust shining out of his black eyes, as Ornack fisted his cock. He hadn’t bothered with clothes, had simply staggered off the bed and gone in search of his mates. No one was going to stop him from claiming them both, not when Zorran could be snatched away at any given moment. They had wasted too much time already.
His side still hurt like a fucking bitch, and he wasn’t entirely sure he could stand up for much longer, but that minor detail wasn’t going to stop him.
“You best get your butt over here then, Drakan.” Zorran’s eyes glittered with emotion. Love, lust, worry were all there for him to see, and it gave Ornack the strength to get his legs to keep on moving. By the time he fell on the bed, Gemini had climbed off Zorran’s lap and she was running her hands all over Ornack’s side.
“You’re healed, already? Gerunda said you needed to sleep, would sleep for hours.”
Zorran laughed, and Ornack cupped her face and pulled her down for a kiss. She tasted familiar and different all rolled into one, like a delicious smorgasbord of his two favorite people.
A shudder went through her when he traced Zorran’s mating mark on the shoulder opposite to his mark.
“It’s been hours, girl.” Zorran said, and Gemini frowned.
“It hasn’t, has it? Did I fall asleep?”
She looked so utterly confused and adorable, and that happiness spread like a drug through Ornack’s veins and took the last semblances of pain away with it.
He grinned over her head at Zorran, pleased to see the Cirrion wearing a similarly goofy expression. Yes, he had been right about this. Zorran loved Gemini as much as he himself did, and with that knowledge came deep-seated determination to see Zorran’s name cleared. Ornack would use all of his considerable influence to keep their mate from the hangman’s noose—later. For now, he wanted to simply enjoy his lovers.
“Have you been wearing our girl out, Zorran?” he asked, and the bed shook with Zorran’s howl of laughter. He bent his head to claim Ornack’s lips in a bruising kiss that further confirmed his feelings, especially as he immediately grabbed a stunned looking Gemini and proceeded to kiss her senseless too. Her musk increased, and both men groaned at her instantaneous submission to them.
“Check how wet she is for us, Ornack, though I bet she’s soaked.” Zorran winked at him and Gemini whimpered when he cupped her sopping wet slit and ran his fingers through her labial lips. He lifted his glistening digits up for Zorran to see, and the other man grasped his wrist and proceeded to lick them clean with a wicked grin in Gemini’s direction. Her breathing grew heavy and her eyes seemed transfixed on the action. When Zorran released Ornack’s fingers with a satisfied grunt, he kissed her again, and picking her up guided her onto Ornack’s cock.
“It would be a shame to waste all that wetness and this will help you heal more. Besides, I want to fuck both of the people that I love tonight.”
Gemini sucked in a breath, and a big, fat tear splashed on Ornack’s chest. The sensation of her hot, wet heat closing around his dick was almost too much to bear, especially as Zorran chose that moment to fist his cock slowly. He knelt next to Ornack’s head and Gemini gasped when he slid his thick cock dripping with pre-cum into Ornack’s mouth.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Her whispered words skittered across Ornack’s chest, as she bent down and suckled one of Zorran’s heavy testicles into her mouth at the same time as Zorran fucked Ornack’s mouth. Zorran’s dick jumped and Ornack greedily swallowed the tiny spurts of his lover’s semen down. He too was close to coming again, as Gemini milked his cock with her internal muscles. Her hair cocooned all three of them in an intimate embrace, and her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples hard nubs of need, and he thrust up into the tight clasp of her body.
He fucked her cunt in time with Zorran fucking his mouth and both men grew still when she screamed her release into Ornack’s shoulder. Gemini collapsed on top of him, fighting for breath and Zorran pulled out of Ornacks mouth. Their gaze met over Gemini’s head, and Ornack nodded at the unspoken question in Zorran’s eyes.
“Little one, look at me.” Ornack lifted Gemini’s damp hair off her face and a wave of affection swamped him at the glazed and unfocused look in her eyes, as she struggled to listen to him.
“I want Zorran to fuck your ass whilst you ride my cock. That way we can both bite you and make you fly.”
“No, I can’t. I’m dead, you’ve killed me. Let me die in peace.”



Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Monday, July 14, 2014

As Midnight Loves the Moon by Beth D. Carter


 
As Midnight Loves the Moon by Beth D. Carter

 

Thank you so much for hosting me!  “As Midnight Loves the Moon” went through many incarnations before becoming a MMF story.  I had originally written it without Daphne, as a straight MM story and no sex, but it sat for a long time because something was missing…until I thought about adding a human girl into the mix, and then my poor dying heroine popped into my head.  After that, well, who doesn’t think of sex and vampires?  It’s almost symbolic, as the fang slides in so does his throbbing member.

 

Okay, sorry for the purple prose!  LOL!

 

I’ve also gotten a lot of compliments to the title.  I must admit, I didn’t dream of this all on my own.  One of my favorite campy movies from the 80’s was “The Pirate Movie” with Christopher Atkins and Kristy McNichol.  In the movie, Frederic (Atkins) asks Mabel (McNichol) “Mabel, do you love me?”  And she replies, “As midnight loves the moon.”  I’ve always loved that line.

 

 

Blurb:

 

Wayde Wallace is a vampire.  He’s been alone for a long time, until he smells the sunshine scent of a woman and finds Daphne Sabella.  Her blood smells intoxicating until he catches the stench of sickness upon her and realizes Daphne is dying. 

 

 Alexander Malden is a Shade cop sent to patrol the supernaturals who lives among humans.  A rogue vampire is killing women and he thinks Wayde is the monster because only a trickster can make him feel such lust and longing. 

 

To prove his innocence, Wayde goes out to find the real rogue vampire and Alex can’t help but follow because the mating bond has already settled between them.  And when they believe they can finally help Daphne, she’s become the next victim.  Now they must rescue her and turn her before her heart gives out.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

Wayde looked behind Alex and noticed their conversation had gathered a few watchers. His gaze flickered back up to the handsome cop. “I suggest you sit down,” he said softly. “We’re attracting human notice.”

Alex glanced over his shoulder, probably to double check he told the truth, and slid into the booth, staring at him and carefully keeping out of his reach. “You think by distracting me in a bar, I won’t kill you?”

“You’re so bloodthirsty. Again, I ask you, why do you want to kill me? I’m not your rogue vampire.”

Alex’s eyebrows skyrocketed. “Right.”

“I’m not,” he stressed. “I’m a bookstore owner. I deal in extremely rare books, usually pre-Gutenberg printing press, although I never turn down a book in excellent condition from around 1040 to the mid-1800’s. Beer?”

“No,” Alex answered with a low growl. “Listen, you tried to kill me yesterday—”

“You attacked me,” Wayde interrupted. He pushed his beer aside and kept his eyes steady on the warrior in front of him. “And if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. As you learned last night, I am able to hold my own.”

“I’ve come better prepared.” Alex opened his jacket a little more to show his gun.

“Ah. Your master plan is to take me out back and shoot me?”

“Of course. Your suggestion, remember?”

“Of all the things I said last night, that’s what stood out?” Wayde chuckled. “Listen, I have your sword at my shop. You can stop by anytime to pick it up.”

“I don’t actually plan for you to be alive for much longer.”

“Then I beg to differ,” he replied. “Have you ever killed a vampire before?”

He saw the answer before Alex muttered “no.”

He shifted forward in his seat, leaning toward Alex, who stiffened at the gesture. Then he focused on Alex, blocking out everything around them. The noise, the smell, the crackle of vinyl seats all faded as he called forth his hunger. It rose sharply, like it always did, waiting eagerly to be sated. It was heat and power and magic, all rolled together, bursting forth like an invisible web. And as soon as he captured Alex’s eyes with his own, he knew he had the man.

“I want you,” he murmured, weaving his spell. He knew that his voice took on a husky timber, that his eyes blazed with blue fire, and that his pheromones heated up. “Do you want me too, Alex?”

 

 

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I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.

 

I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things.  I’ve lived in France, traveled throughout Europe, Australia and New Zealand.  I am a mom to an amazing little boy.  I’m surrounded by friends and family.  I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one.  My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming).  I hate people who don't pick up their dog's crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form.  And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my e-reader, whom I’ve named Ruby.  I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web: https://twitter.com/BethDCarter
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