Guess who's back?! With a review, to boot!

That's right, our internet is finally connected at the new place! While these posts have been going up as scheduled, I've been resting, as per doctor's orders, and so am returning with a review of Cree Walker's awesome new release through Naughty Nights Press; Maple Lane Manor. I am giving it 4 stars!

This was my first novel by Cree. I’ve read blogs by her, but never ventured into her stories, though I always meant to. When I got the chance to review this, I jumped at the chance, especially since I had some time coming up to dedicate to it.

Maple Lane Manor is a fantastic introduction to Cree Walker’s writing. Full of humour, heat and emotion, it kept flowing. It has been a while that a new (to me) author has captured my attention quite like this. I even found myself staying up one night late to keep reading it. I just couldn’t put it down.

There were a couple small niggles, but no story is perfect. And when I say small, I mean small. I honestly am having trouble trying to remember them, and it was only one day ago that I finished it. The one that does stick is the speed with which it ended; it did come up pretty quickly and left me with that empty, awesome-book-now-finished feeling. However it was still satisfying.

The characters were fantastic. Stacy I hated with passion and I was filled with glee every time she was thwarted. Maple of course was endearing, feisty and reminded me a little of myself. Derek gave me incredibly wicked thoughts. And then there were the retired supernaturals. What can I say, they all had the usual family traits, and all loveable in their own frustrating way. However I believe Walter and Batman stood out for me. They were just the epitome of family for Maple. Grumpy old man and his bird, perfectly grumpy and protective.

The writing in first person initially threw me off, but then it’s not something that’s all that common anymore. Once I got used to it, it drew me into the story even more.

I finished this story hungry for more, yet satisfied, like when you’ve had a deliciously filling meal and your stomach is full, although your tastebuds cry for more. Definitely has me hooked for more of Ms Walker’s writing, and one I will be coming back to read again and again!

Fantastic read for those who want that familial feeling of mixed emotions, protectiveness and humour. 

Maple Lane Manor can be bought in all the usual places like Amazon, Barnes and Noble, but most importantly, directly through Naughty Nights Press! It is also available in paperback. 

Promo Monday with Angelica Dawson's Writing Exploits

Angelica Dawson has two titles with Naughty Nights Press. She is one of four authors contributing to the third Campus Sexploits Anthology. Her solo credit, and the story that still fills her writing time, is Blue Moon House, a BDSM house run by vampires. They require absolute obedience and absolute secrecy. The first book features Julia, who is trying to convince the other vampires of the house to agree to her Master's request to keep her and turn her into a vampire.

The vampires of Blue Moon House are typical: they drink blood and are vulnerable to fire, but they have a few tweaks as well. They can stand the sun for short periods, but are harmed by long exposure. They also have a mysterious element in their saliva that acts as a potent aphrodisiac. You want to be bitten by these bad boys (and girls). 

After writing Blue Moon House and meeting all the vampires, Angelica took on the mission of writing a story for each one. Teasers of these are featured on her blog on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. To get a sample of her writing, she has offered the following excerpt, but you can also read flash fiction weekly on her blog, particularly Thursday, Friday and Saturday. 

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Excerpt

Pressing Julia’s face to the bed, Sophia’s hand came down hard, making Julia wince at the stinging. Then there was burning as Sophia’s teeth broke the skin of Julia’s left buttock. Another spank and another bite.

“Tell me you are prepared,” Sophia demanded.

“I-I am,” Julia stammered. Harry had instructed her to take extra iron and over-hydrate in anticipation of being fed upon this weekend. She expected Sophia wouldn’t be the only one to bite her. All these bites were quick though, small blood loss. Julia was sure the purpose was to put Sophia’s saliva into the wounds. It had an aphrodisiac effect, making Julia start to sway her hips as she became hotter and wetter. Sophia indulged her, fingers stirring her pussy only to stop and spank her again for several minutes, long enough for the edge of pleasure to recede into pain. Then Sophia would bite again and start fondling.

The spanking was followed by a more thorough fucking, and then by a flogging. Most recently Sophia had used a wand, vibrating Julia to orgasm. Julia was covered in sweat, shuddering. Her legs collapsed, and Sophia’s hands alone kept her from falling down. She replaced the wand with a new toy, a rabbit, held inside her by a harness. Sophia turned on the settings and held Julia’s legs as the toy began to rotate and vibrate. When Julia clenched and the toy jarred, slowing its turning, Sophia’s eyebrows raised. However, as soon as Julia relaxed at all the straps pulled it back in. Julia bit her tongue, pulled against the ropes on her arms, screamed freely, but the toy didn’t budge, didn’t cease. After a while, Sophia turned up the setting.

Sophia’s blue eyes filled Julia’s swimming vision. Her last command had been to look at her. Her throat was hoarse from screaming in pleasure, in pain; her chest was heaving with the effort of her vaginal contractions, pulling her diaphragm, her thighs; all of her was consumed by the continued climax. Julia whimpered, licking her lips, her mouth dry.

“There you are,” Sophia murmured and the grinding suddenly stopped.

Purchase Links

Blue Moon House:

Naughty Nights Press

Amazon

All Romance eBooks

Smashwords

Campus Sexploits 3:

Naughty Nights Press

Amazon

All Romance eBooks

Smashwords

Mid Week Special Guest: Cree Walker

Blurb:

What would you do if you were separated from your life mate and you knew it was literally killing you both?

Would you fight against all odds, possibly to the death, to return to their side?

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 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.

The Council is 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?

Excerpt:

Jack rolled over to face me and smiled wickedly. “If I killed you now, you couldn’t get away now could you?” The humor on his face kept me from screaming bloody murder, but a sad look came over his eyes.

I faced away from him and steadied my breathing to match his until his snoring started. I edged over until the majority of my weight was on my free arm off the side of the bed and swung my leg down. I inched my way higher until I could get a good grip on the metal nail file and nearly bent it in half trying to pry it from between the carpeted floor and the metal foot of the bed frame. He coughed and I swallowed a scream. I jumped anyway and ground my teeth, waiting to see if he had woken up. The snoring continued. I rolled back onto the bed and pulled myself into a sitting position so I could reach
my cuffed hand with the other. I knew better than to try and pick the lock - I had no skill in that - but if I used the curved end of the cheap metal nail file and scraped away at the neck of the post where the cuff was until I could crack the end of the knob off…I would be free. Of course, I had to accomplish all of this without waking Sleeping Beauty.

I went to work, only scraping tiny amounts of wood off when he snored. Hours passed and the gray light of early dawn seeped in through the tiny cracks in the curtains. I was more than halfway through the bedpost and, bleeding blisters or not, I would not quit…that was not in my repertoire. He
shifted in the hours of late sleep - his body was waking up. I sucked in a breath and coughed, yanking my cuff and ripping the heavy knob free along with my right arm. I fumbled for the flying knob, but it went sailing out of reach and bounced hard on the shag carpet. I didn’t move except for my eyes and I watched his open, blinking sleepily and looking at me with only minor interest and then his eyes closed again. He rolled away from me, facing the door to the room and started to snore again.

I stood slowly, my cramped muscles screaming in protest. I couldn't remember ever being this scared, and I had had plenty of opportunities, but I was out of practice it seemed. My heart roared blood through my veins until it was the only thing I could hear. I walked around the front of the bed and he still
slept soundly until, of course, I stepped on the broken bed knob, rolled backwards flat onto my back, kicked over the chair, and tore the comforter on the way down, in order to catch my fall. I waited for the pain - broken bones or cracked skull. I was lucky I was holding my breath when I fell, because all the wind would have been knocked out of me. It took less than a second for him to sit up and find me laying there on my back with the t-shirt God knows how high on my legs … at least I hoped it was still that far down.

“What the fuck?” He asked.

To my expressed joy he didn’t sound mad … yet. “I fell on my way to the bathroom.”

“The bathroom is behind you.” Jack narrowed his eyes; sleep all but a distant memory now.
“Didn’t I cuff you …?” He looked over his shoulder at the broken headboard. “I’m going to have to pay for that!”

Okay, now he sounded a little mad.

Buy Links:

http://naughtynightspress.com/nnpstore2/index.php?
main_page=product_info&cPath=4&products_id=7

http://www.amazon.com/Whisper-On-Scream-Paranormal-ebook/dp/B007B30F3G/ref=sr_1_1?
ie=UTF8&qid=1359491555&sr=8-1&keywords=whisper+on+a+scream

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-whisperonascream-726390-139.html

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/134455

Contact info:

Website/blog http://www.creewalker.wordpress.com

Email creewalker@rocketmail.com

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Belated Hump Day Hook

I must apologise that this is a little late, but Hump Day got rather hectic this week, with grocery shopping and trying to sort out our internet since it was running slower than a snail. But I'm here putting up the Hook now, so I hope you enjoy! With The Wolf in the Neighborhood released on the 15th, I thought I'd post a little Hook from it, get some interest going for this, my debut novella!
To check out other hooks, check out the list here.

“I’m certainly not complaining about the wakeup call. I just don’t want it to be some kind of obligation after last night, or – well, you know – before.”

“Let’s not talk about that right now. I just want to get as much of you as I can.” She leaned in for another deep kiss before he could say another word, grinding her hips as she did so. His moan in her mouth told her he was happy to forget about everything that wasn’t her on top of him.

His hands moved around to her back, holding her close, barely giving her the space to move back one last time. “So when is this sheet going to be removed from between us? We can’t give in to ecstasy with it still covering your waist.”

“You’re the one sitting on me, so I guess it’s up to you,” Derek replied, all sass and cheek.

The Wolf in the Neighborhood, Book One of Wolf Smitten, is a paranormal erotic romance novella, woven with suspense. It is available at the following places:

Naughty Nights Press eStore (available in ePub, Kindle and PDF formats)

All Romance eBooks 

Amazon

Amazon UK

Smashwords

Kobo

and coming soon to Barnes and Noble and the iBookstore (if it isn't there already)

Many places, most (if not all) formats, and no excuses :p Plenty of places to choose from, and reviews are welcome!

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.

Find Scarlett in the following places:

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Blog 

Buy Campus Sexploits 3 in the following places:

Amazon

Amazon UK

ARe

Smashwords

Promo Monday is Addicted to Ana Hart!

Sorry that this week is a little late, the man and I went for a little drive and ended up in a minor crash. No one was hurt, thankfully, and we were in the right so all damage will be paid for by the other insurance company. Anyway today I'm thrilled to welcome Ana Hart with her newest wonder, Addicted!

Ana Hart has done it again!
First she gave us Reborn; book one in the “One Powerful
Addiction” series that tells the story of Daniel Webb in this
paranormal erotic romance.
Just Released
ADDICTED
Addicted is the second book in the series and continues to
follow Daniel Webb on his mysterious path.
Synopsis:
All Daniel Webb wants is to be a normal guy, but honestly, that
doesn't seem like it's going to happen anytime soon in between him being addicted to a
supernatural power beyond his control, keeping his girlfriend Alyssa Drega happy, and dealing
with the everyday responsibilities of being a college student. Oh, yeah, and now his nightmares
are trying to kill him. And they're not the only ones. When a mysterious assailant attacks Daniel
in the woods outside of town and ends up getting to Alyssa in the process, things get real
personal real quick and more questions than answers are dumped onto Daniel's already full
plate. Now the clock is ticking while something truly dark is stirring in the sleepy town of Stone
Hills, Arkansas, and it's all Daniel can do to figure out how to survive the weekend. And keep
Alyssa safe in the process.
Purchase Addicted from the following estores:
NNP eStore
ARe
Amazon
Amazon UK
Smashwords
About the Author:
Ana Hart is a writer of erotica and romance and an Internet celebrity wannabe. Born and
raised in the southern United States, Ana currently resides in Conway, Arkansas with her very
supportive boyfriend. When not writing, Ana can often be found talking into a camera on
YouTube, lurking on Facebook or Twitter, or just running searches for herself on Google.