Thursday Taster - Jeannie's Cowboys

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This week, now that I'm back, I'm going to take a hot scene from my first attempt at m/f/m erotic romance, Jeannie's Cowboys. I'm about to add some more to it, and try to push it over the 10k word mark, but for now, enjoy...

Her heart soared at the admission of returned attraction. Now she had to take the next step to bring her hot dreams into reality. “Chris is a good looking guy, too, you know. I know guys don’t notice each other, but you’re both very attractive.” She fought to keep her voice steady and casual, but found herself rushing as she voiced her dreams. “In fact, I’ve had some interesting dreams of you both. At the same time.” The thought of the dreams made her warm all over, and she was sure that her panties would be soaked.

The silence from Tyler had her biting her lip with worry, concerned she had offended the man she had been enamored with for quite a few years. “At the same time, you say?” he finally asked, his voice slightly husky. “In a particular location?” They were at the door to his little apartment and the look in his eyes when she finally dared to glance up told her that he was far from offended. She shook her head, excited to think that he was interested in fulfilling the dreams that plagued her almost every night. “Well then, maybe you should come tell us both some more about these dreams and see what we can do about them.”

He opened the door and motioned for her to enter first, although he made sure she had to brush against him as she walked past. She breathed in the smell of salt and horse and a soft moan escaped her lips. It was a smell that she had always loved, the musky tang wreaking havoc on her sense of self control. Jeannie couldn’t hear the shower running but movement in the bedroom made her realize that Chris would be getting dressed.

A sudden urge grabbed hold of her, and with a wicked glance back at Tyler, she strode into the bedroom, not bothering to knock. Chris, only wearing a towel, turned around to face her, surprised but excited by the intrusion. He held the towel closed, which disappointed her, but the rash urge that had taken hold of her moments earlier had yet to relinquish its control. Jeannie quickly closed the distance between them and she could see the growing attraction in his eyes. She grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to her level, and boldly kissed him. He barely hesitated and his kiss back was deep, hot and passionate.

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Promo Monday with Delena Silverfox's [Of] Hallowed Fiends and Darkest Fortune

Firstly, I must apologise for this being so late. It was a particularly hot day here on the Gold Coast, and I was also quite distracted with study. But here we are, just before I go curl up in to bed in front of a blasting fan, I welcome Delena Silverfox with her release Of Hallowed Fiends and Darkest Fortune!

Blurb: 

She was the spoiled only child of a wealthy country lord, with a reputation as "used goods." 

After rumors of her running wild at night with a commoner in taverns, Anya is drugged and forced to wed the Duke of Eodel, the wealthiest and most powerful Lord in the kingdom. When he strips her naked and whips her through the streets of Eodel for the marriage procession, she is humiliated. After weeks in his dungeons, her defiance is exhausted and she despairs at her fate. Once she is delivered to her nuptial suites and locked inside, Anya comes face to face with the darker side of her new husband.

He is a cynic and a sadist.

More than his reputation was on the line when the Duke of Eodel wed the lowly Earl of Allimor's strumpet daughter: untold wealth was his for the taking. All it would cost him would be to wed a wild, spoiled brat in the habit of throwing tantrums when she didn't get her way. In his cruel instruction he finds the pleasure he always derived from a woman's pain as she slowly broke beneath his ministrations, but with Anya he finds something troubling. As she goes deeper into her own surrender, her beauty and passion move him...

Excerpt:

She glared at him with skepticism. He merely raised a fine, arched brow at her to make her do as he asked. With that same feathered touch he'd used to handle the parchment, he placed sweetness on her tongue. Anya tried to close her mouth but his finger was still there. She felt awkward standing there with her mouth open. Her cheeks began to burn. Yet he held still and she could not close her mouth.

         The flavor of the sweetness melted on her tongue. Her mouth began to water and she conclusively swallowed, closing her lips around his finger. He left it there a moment, and then inched his finger further into her mouth. As slowly as he had pushed into her mouth, he drew out his finger. The intimacy didn't stop there when he traced his moistened finger along her lips and down her chin.

         The sensation was new and strange. Stranger still, she found that small gesture had left her breathing in small pants. Down there, that place between her legs, throbbed for long seconds.

         'It's called chocolate', he said, shattering the heavy silence. He offered her another. 'Hurry', he whispered, 'before it melts.' He brought the chocolate closer and she opened her mouth lest he smear it on her lips. The thought made her throb hard, once between her legs. This time when her lips closed around his finger, he lingered in her mouth. Only very slowly did he draw out his finger, then pushed it back between her lips once more. The sudden gesture made her swallow in reflex, causing suction, and she heard him choke on a gasp. 'Marriage does not have to be so droll,' he told her, cupping her face. She trembled. He smiled. 'And the dram of distilled occa weed in your chocolate will assure you come to the altar placid as a lamb in spring.'

Bio:

I'm 33, and I live in Indiana with my toddler, fiance, and a quirky orphan kitten I adopted who is still quite nameless at the moment. I moved here recently after twelve years in Portland, OR. It's where I learned about freedom, sexual expression, and the kink community. All my life I'd secretly wondered if I was just a freak, but it turns out I was just a long lost kinkster looking for my people!

I started writing some of my fantasies and other erotic stories online, and after a lot of encouragement and positive feedback, finally got the guts to shop my stories. Naughty Nights Press picked me up, and I've been having so much fun there! I was raised with a bit of literary snobbery --if it wasn't Poe, Shakespeare, or something else printed before 1900 I wasn't allowed to read it-- so romance was scandalous trash that would've made my mom faint, and then run for the rosary and a priest after she woke back up. 

Currently, I'm working on the full-length sequel to Of Hallowed Fiends, as well as a new trilogy.

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Promo Monday with Erika Pike

Another Promo Monday rolls around, and this time, The Walls Have Ears! That's right, Erika Pike is here to talk about her new release through No Boundaries Press!

The Walls Have Ears (College Fun and Gays #3)

by Erica Pike

Published by No Boundaries Press.

Length: 15,000

Blurb:

Short and scrawny college student Harley Santos has a strange relationship with the guy on the other side of his bedroom wall. For weeks, the two have been masturbating to each other's voices, but they have never met in person. 

When Harley's roommate (Ryan) is asked out on a date by one of his neighbors, Harley is devastated that his wall-mate mistook not-hot Harley for super-hot Ryan. Helping Harley through his heartache is Tasha Novokov, the other neighbor, who is tall, dark, and impossibly handsome. 

As Harley's affections shift to Tasha, his heartache hits an all time high because with all the girls hanging around, Tasha has to be straight.

Excerpt:

The walls have ears, or more like, the guy on the other side of the wall has ears…and a lovely voice. His moans are deep and sensual. They drive me nuts every time I masturbate to his grunts, like I’ve been doing almost every night since moving in.

I had been dreading going off to live with some stranger in the deep, dark forest that is Philadelphia. The rustle and bustle of city life was scary for a small-town boy like me. It didn’t help that the people I knew, who’d been to Philly, took great joy in stuffing my head full with stories of serial killers, mobsters, and nasty dorm mates. That last part scared the hell out of me, because I was a green-horned little girly-guy. I was sure I’d be pushed down and fucked by the first guy to cross my path. Of course, the idea of being fucked wasn’t all that unappealing, but I didn’t want to be made into the dorm’s butt boy or anything.

Naturally, nothing of the sort happened and I really hit the jackpot with my roommate Ryan. We don’t really run in the same circles. It’s not that he wouldn’t hang out with me if I asked; it’s just that he’s a very busy guy with his sports and other multiple after-school activities. The guy is so busy he barely stays in our small dorm apartment, so it’s almost as if I have it all to myself, which is another plus.

However, it isn’t Ryan who’s moaning so deeply on the other side of the wall. There’s a whole living room-slash-kitchen area between mine and Ryan’s rooms. No, the neighbor is one of the two smoldering hot guys who live in the apartment next to ours.

On my first night here, I was just about to fall asleep on the wooden bed, under my green comforter, when I heard these low, sexy grunts coming from the other side of the wall. He wasn’t alone. In between his deep groans were low gasps and moans coming from another guy. My cock immediately perked up at the sweet sounds. I jerked off as quietly as I could and came hard just about the time the owner of the deep voice did.

There were more nights like that. The guy had a lot of partners, and sometimes it was just him alone. Lately it’s just been him and me. See, one night, about a month ago, we were both getting off on each side of the wall. When he let out a particularly long and sensual groan, my own voice slipped with a low moan. I practically heard him stop for a few seconds, but then he continued and groaned again, only a little higher this time. I was curious, embarrassed, and thrilled all at the same time. Instead of stopping, I kept at it and let out an experimental moan. My neighbor’s voice grew louder and from the sound of things he was definitely masturbating. We ended up fisting our cocks, vocalizing our pleasures with moans, groans, grunts, and gasps until we climaxed. I hid under the comforter after that with a mind spinning like a hula hoop. I thought he’d want us to talk and that would only get me embarrassed, but he never said anything. We did, however, repeat the game every night after that.

With knees pressed in the thick mattress, I lean my head against the red wall with labored breaths. I yank on my cock so fast my vision goes blurry. He breathes equally hard on the other side. His forehead bumps against the wall, right against mine with only the thin wall between us.

“Fuck,” I whisper when the wonderful tightness in my balls gathers in a knot.

He groans deeply in response, which coaxes out a moan from me just before I cry out my groin-twisting ecstasy. His lovely voice lets out a series of deep grunts as he comes. We know each other’s voices so well now that we automatically tune in on each other’s rhythm and almost always come at the same time.

After my boneless body slumps down on the bed, I reach for tissues to wipe myself off. My neighbor runs his fingers along the wall and rustles about, maybe wiping himself off too or getting comfortable on the bed. When all is quiet again, he strokes the wall and whispers good night to me.

“Good night,” I murmur back just before curling up and dozing off.

Available at No Boundaries Press, Amazon, All Romance eBooks, and Barnes & Noble.

Erica Pike
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Promo Monday with Scarlett Black

This week is another author featured in Naughty Nights Press's Campus Sexploits 3. Please welcome the saucy temptress Scarlett Black!!

Miss Barnes is the University campus librarian. If a student is falling behind or if a Professor needs research assistance, she will gladly lend her expertise. She likes giving personalized attention to anyone that needs her. Wearing stiletto boots and short skirts, Miss Barnes will fulfill your every fantasy and more. Don’t be shy, step right up and ask her for help. She’s more than happy to hold a specially tailored study session with you.

 

Campus Sexploits 3 Naughty Bit. ****The leather couch is in my office for the nights I have had to work late and it provides a very comfortable relaxing space when the need arises. Knowing it is positioned so Seth can see me, I stretch on my tiptoes for a book on the top shelf of the bookcase. The movement caused my skirt to inch up and my sweater to tighten even more. I knew he was appreciateing the view.

Just as I had a hold on the book, I lost my grip and it fell to the floor. Bending over to give him an ample view of my backside and a glimpse of my soaked, black panties, I picked up the book. Turning around, I saw Seth adjusting his very prominent erection in his snug-fitting jeans.

"Oh Seth, it looks like we have found another problem. Would you like my help with that also?"

With understanding in his eyes, “Yes, Ms. Barnes,” he replied in a whisper.

I walked over and stood in front of him, my legs slightly spread. He shifted on the sofa and I could smell his arousal, musky and all man. I lifted my sweater over my head, revealing a black, lacy bra. The movement created more friction on my already hardened nipples. I folded my sweater and placed it on a chair. Everything has it’s place.

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Whisper on a Scream

Synopsis
The werewolves are dying. Years of war between the Born werewolves and bitten, along with a lack of healthy bloodlines, has taken its toll on the race and if something isn’t done soon they will all be gone within the next fifty years. They are a strong breed, but have one major weakness that will probably end them all.

Werewolves – like their natural counterpart the wolves – breed for life; and if there is no mate, there is no life. A prolonged separation between mates can kill them more efficiently than any bullet ever could.

The Council are playing with fire when they use this very weakness against Sugar Lubec, the Born daughter of two bitten parents, to carry the offspring of Alpha Jack Coon. He is the leader of the largest werewolf pack in North America.

Ending the war between the two groups is the only thing that can save the werewolves and bring Jack and Sugar together. Can they do it before they end up paying the ultimate price for their long separation? Or will that price be the only thing that can end the war?

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Excerpt

“Miss Lubec, though Alpha Coon's offer may be tempting, I must keep in mind the bloodlines from which you are descended. Your parents have killed off our race for over thirty years. They left you for dead and you were brought up by the human race. From looking through your records, I have come to the conclusion that you were raised to be a monster and you do it well. You showed signs of aggression at a very early age and showed no hesitation when it came to injuring people. Dangerous enough as a human woman, but a recipe for disaster as a werewolf because that is what you now are. As I see it, Miss Lubec, you are your mother's daughter right down to your good looks and quick wit.” Even though I knew nothing of my family, I now knew enough to know that this was a bad thing.

“But …” the second speaking member continued, “I am not the only member of this Council, and some feel you should be given a chance to thrive in a Pack-related environment, even if it is only an temporary experiment.”

The only person in the line up who looked at me was the woman on the end, Jack's relative. She was my saving grace, but she had a dangerous air about her. They say politics can corrupt an otherwise pure mind, and the longer you are exposed to them the worse it becomes – like standing next to a power plant and letting it turn your brain to cancer.

“Alpha Coon was right to offer the one thing we need, but I am denying you both that right. You will be allowed to live within the Pack for as long as you wish, but you will not be permitted to marry or have children within its ranks.” The woman at the end of the table flinched – as well as a woman of her age and condition could – but quickly covered it. I saw in that moment that she hadn't gotten the job for her lack of backbone or wit, and though she may have seemed decrepit, she was a force to be reckoned with. At the moment, I was just glad she seemed to be on my side.

Jack stood up, knocking his chair to the floor in his rush. “You're condemning her to death!” His features were twisted in hate and rage, as he pointed a finger towards the speaking elder.

I stood up and placed a hand on his extended arm lowering it gently. With it Jack's whole body sagged. It looked like my touch had the same affect on him as his did on me. A warrior's lace; the one thing that can soften a man of war is a woman's lace. A high school English teacher once told me why women like Lady Guinevere and Helen of Troy, though they were not the appointed leaders of their nations, could build them up according to the men they chose to love. The women could also be their death, depending on how the cards fell.

“No Mr. Coon, she will be permitted to marry outside the Pack if she chooses a human companion, but if you decide to once again ignore our commands, you will be punished with a death...hers.” The old man gave a confident nod of his head to signal the meeting's end and the group stood and filed out the way they came in, including the oldest woman, without a second glace in my direction.

Jack dropped his head into his hands when the room was empty. “They are testing my patience.” He voice made my lips curl into a frown. He sounded too confident for a man who feared this group so much.

I stood in back of his chair like a painted doll and stared at the clock...still ticking. Life goes on once again …

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 Author Bio:

Cree Walker lives in Northern Maine, otherwise known as the part north of Bangor. There she lives with her partner in crime and most patient debate opponent and their two dogs, a Doberman Pinscher for snuggling and a thirteen pound Rat Terrier for security. She can be found most days typing away at the computer or because she's forced to, working a full time job as an advanced psychiatric technician for the local hospital. Cree Walker lives in Northern Maine, otherwise known as the part north of Bangor. There she lives with her partner in crime and most patient debate opponent and their two dogs, a Doberman Pinscher for snuggling and a thirteen pound Rat Terrier for security. She can be found most days typing away at the computer or because she's forced to, working a full time job as an advanced psychiatric technician for the local hospital.

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Promo Mondays with TW Gallier's Black Heart!

I'd like to welcome TW Gallier to The Naughty Pages today, with a guestpost and giveaway of the latest release, BLACK HEART! I've heard wonderful things from Vampirique Dezire, so I'm very interested to read what this is about!

Thanks, Phoenix. I'm thrilled to be here and meet all of you. My name is TW Gallier and I write
about vampires. Well, I like to write about witches and werewolves, too, but in my latest release
it's pretty much all about the vamps.

Oooh, Phoenix does so LOVE vampires! *Settles in to listen intently*

It's interesting how something sparks an idea. I spent a summer reading tons of mysteries and fantasies, all in first person. I wanted to write my first ever 1st Person POV novel, and I thought it would be a detective story set in a medieval fantasy world. Boy did I get that wrong.
While watching the second installment of Underworld, I was struck by a bolt out of the blue, complete with main character and title. Somehow my fertile mind absorbed the visual delights of Underworld, stirred in some Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and then flipped it over and spanked it. Vamps who are all sex and attitude, and with a very vicious streak, took over my world.
My latest release, BLACK HEART, is about a vampire slayer in Dallas who thinks her late night wild, wild west lifestyle gunning for vamps is a wonderful way to earn a living. Vampires are a fun bunch, what with their alpha attitudes and wickedly sexy over-the-top libidos, and Sable Hart likes to dance around them, toying with them, reeling them in, and then drive a stake through their vicious little hearts. All is well and good, until she makes that one mistake. And that's all it takes.

Captured by Yuri and his family of ancient Euro-vamps, Sable discovers they are in town for a
reason. Dallas has been chosen to be the next safe haven for the undead, and they were well into
achieving their goal. Vampires already control city hall, the police, and the media. Sable has
to turn up the heat and play the vampires' dangerous games of blood and seduction. Using her
cunning and body, she shows the vamps what this Texas girl can do with silver bullets, swords,
and a whole lot of attitude.

Here is a short excerpt (PG-13):

The a/c units were on the flat, tar and gravel roof. The service hatch wasn't locked. I opened it,
glanced down to ensure there was nothing on the floor to trip me up, and jumped in feet first.
Took less than five seconds. No hesitation. There was a steel ladder up the wall. I didn’t need it.
"Shit!" Gabe cried. He fell out of his chair in the corner and turned to gape at me from the
floor. I caught him on the computer. Porn site. I could see a video playing of a pair of black-
haired beauties in nothing but garter belts and heels making out. I gave him a disapproving
look. "Sabe!"

"In the flesh." I indicated the computer. "Hope I didn't interrupt anything constructive."
Gabe scrambled to his feet and headed for the closest rack of weapons. I took off after him. He
wasn't fast enough. Almost, but not quite. Gabe pulled a sawed-off shotgun down and swung it
around to shoot me. I caught the barrel in my left hand, and thrust-kicked him in the chest. I held
onto the barrel as he flew backwards a good five feet.

Setting the sawed-off shotgun down, I watched him gasping for breath. Once he could breathe
reasonably well, I watched Gabe's eyes do a slow climb up my body, from my feet to my face.
The stench of raging desire filled the air, drenching my senses. I could feel his burning need and
desire on a deeper, psychic level. Gabe was one horny man, and I couldn't help but wonder if that
was his usual reaction to seeing pre-vampire me.

I slanted a frown at the computer, with its porn video still running. He was horny long before I
got there, so it wasn’t really me getting him all excited.

"I need your help."

He looked me straight in the eye. Alpha werewolves couldn’t be mesmerized.

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One lucky commenter will receive a free e-book copy of Black Heart. All you have to do is
leave a comment, and a winner will be picked tomorrow.

Well that sounds intriguing! I myself have a current work in progress with an Underworld flavour. There's something icredibly inspiring about vampires in the style of Film Noir.
Well, now it's the reader's turn. Leave a comment for your chance to win a copy of Black Heart! Do be quick though as time will be out before you know it!
Thank you again for coming to The Naughty Pages, TW!