Sunday, 27 October 2013

#SexySnippets from Claiming Clara

Hi guys,

This weeks Sexy Snippets is from Claiming all remember Wall from Leashed by a Wolf? Well this is how he got his lady love.

“Good girl, my own.” He stroked his hand down her back to her ass. “These are not a favorite, are they?” He fingered the elastic of her panties.
“Laney bought them from the hospital store.”
Wall released his claws, ripping the pink cotton in seconds. He heard Clara’s gasp before she moaned. He grinned. She was perfect for him.

Claiming Clara is out now available from Liquid Silver Books and all good ebook sellers

As always there are loads of people joining in the sexy the image below to be taken to the list.

Until next time.....Spankings are not just for Christmas....heh

Sunday, 20 October 2013

#SexySnippets from A to Zane by Cherie Nicholls

Hay All,

Snippets time again! This time my seven comes from A to Zane my coming soon release....Shifters of Hillside Book 4

“Again.” She ordered.
Zane released her breast. He pushed up on one arm, and with his free hand, he slapped her ass again.
Abby sucked in air through her teeth and ground her pussy against his thigh.
For a second he froze. “Fuck it,” he swore. 

A to Zane is coming soon...

Now don't forget that there are several other authors joining in today just click on the image below and you get taken to the list.

Wednesday, 16 October 2013

@RavenMcAllan and her Girl on the Bus

Hi all, well here I am again 'darn sarf' and loving it.  You see my mum was a down and out cockney. Born within the sound of Bow Bells and all that. Then she lived near the Elephant And Castle. (For those who didn't know its really London)and I'm proud it's in my heritage.
When I get together with Cherie I start remembering how my mum spoke and by the end of our visit I'm talking southern again.
 I have to giggle because more and more I'm setting my Stories in Scotland where I now live, and I have to get the Scottish slang correct. My son's mates are a great help, and so far haven't told me anything wrong. (Well as far as I know) As I told one of them, I knew you when you fell over the doorstep and sang out of time in the lane…

My latest story, The Girl on the Bus is set in Glasgow. My poor cover artist, Sour Cherry Designs, was asked for a bus with Glasgow on. She came up trumps. I love this cover. The story is partly set in Dommissima, the BDSM club featured in Master, It never fails to amaze me how people say Glasgow is dull, dreary, dreich, and grey. Oh no it isn't. (Well yes bits are, but you tell me a city that isn't in parts) I haven't based Dommissima on any specific building, but I know where it is, and but I know exactly where in which streets things happen.


Julia ran out on Rob five years ago, so she cannot be the face he sees on the bus. However, when she ends up being the one taking notes at his meeting, he knows he will move heaven and earth to make her his once more.
Will she agree, or will she run again?

Here's a wee (see Scottish slang pops up even here) teaser for you…this is the start…

Tay Mackinnon drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, unconsciously mimicking the beat of a popular TV motor racing program blasting out from the I Player. He loved hot hard and heavy music, interspersed with softer gentler tunes. He was, he admitted, hard to pigeonhole and was unrepentantly pleased about the fact.
Now stuck behind the double decker bus that disgorged its passengers from the middle of the road rather than in the bus stop—where a white van man was receiving the trough edge of the bus drivers tongue, he refused to lose his temper. He had more than enough time, the music was great, and the sun was shining.
The roof of his top of the range sports car was down, and he ignored the fumes and noises of the city. He was as happy with that as the scents and sounds of the Scottish countryside where he lived whenever possible. Tay was comfortable in his skin and his life and refused to get upright because some ignoramus couldn't be bothered to read the road signs. An approaching traffic warden would sort him out.
 The bus began to move off slowly and Tay let the clutch out and began to follow it.  It turned a corner and Tay went to continue straight on until a profile on the upper deck made him change his mind and swap lanes. The horn that blared out was well deserved, but for once Tay couldn't give a monkeys.
That profile … oh that profile. It couldn't be, surely he was kidding himself? One night five years ago, and how on earth would he know for sure? But the hair, fine and like silver silk shot with diamonds that glittered and sparkled in the light. It was her hair, her profile … wasn't it?
Get a grip man. That was the other side of the country
However Tay was as certain as he could be. He'd been looking unconsciously for all that time. So often he'd almost walked up to someone and said "Silver?" only to stop at the last moment before some unknown woman would think he was screwy or a stalker. Once he'd almost lost his balls, when a guy had objected to Tay saying the word to a woman Tay hadn't even realized was with the guy. He'd made his apologies and retreated, letting the smug bastard brag about how big and tough he was and no one messed with him ever. Not a Dom, just a half pissed Glasgow Ned. Tay was sorry, but no way could he give much credulence to a guy with a tattoo of Hello kitty on his neck. In full color at that. Even so, Tay was a lot more chary of approaching anyone now. A writhing, crying, so called macho man wouldn't go down well. He could imagine the headlines… No don't imagine them, just carry on and see if yet again your memory is playing games. And don't bloody crash. He slammed his brakes on as the bus stopped, and wrenched his mind back to the present.

Nosy links…

Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…        (my page)            (author page)

Monday, 14 October 2013

@JorjaLovett and her Wild Irish Wolves

Thanks for having me today to share my new release, The Wolf on the Run, book two in my series, The Wild Irish Wolves. This book is special to me for so many different reasons, not least my love of a certain Alpha police officer. <grin> My book boyfriend aside, this release is a big deal to me. This is my first publication as a full time writer *gulps*

Yes, I've made that huge leap from steady income to monthly nail-biting unpredictability. But, you know what? I'm doing what I love - creating characters, imagining worlds, and writing romance. I appreciate I'm probably not going to make millions, but being happy in what I do means far more to me. Life's too short to give up on our dreams and I've spent so long working towards mine I've got to grab it now when I have the chance.

When we make these big decisions in life, we know we'll work our asses off to make it work. I intend to do just that. So, be warned, I have a lot of wolves howling in my ear to have their stories told! I love my Olcan Hills pack and hopefully my readers will have the same passion for Rory and co too.

The Wolf on the Run – Jorja Lovett
Short Blurb:
Alpha Rory is determined to protect his pack, including feisty Naomi. How can he get close when she's intent on facing her demons alone?
Long Blurb:
As a police officer and Alpha of the Olcan Hills' pack, being a protector is in Rory Blake's DNA.
When Naomi Duffy turned up heavily pregnant and alone, Rory's natural instinct was to look after her. However, her fierce need for independence over the years has ensured they've never been anything more than friends.
Naomi has spent too long trying to keep her daughter safe to jeopardise everything for a fling. But, when her past threatens to catch up with her, Rory is the only person she trusts with her life.
Thrown together, the couple finally succumb to their passion and it's all too easy to forget the danger lurking in the hills.
Do Rory and Naomi have a future together, or will secrets from the past tear them apart?

Naomi came after Rory, pitting her stealthy grace against his sheer power. In his peripheral vision, he could see the wisps of her breath spiralling into the cold air as she forged ahead, determined to catch him. Rory snorted, sending his own white breath curling up into the atmosphere.
He led her over the hills, their claws making short work of carving up the cold, hard terrain. Naomi never lost ground. Even when he made a turn towards the woods on the boundary, she kept pace.
The chase awakened something deep inside him—that animal freedom with no responsibilities except the survival of himself and his pack. The spiky silhouettes of barren trees lined his path, like broad strokes of a black marker pen scratched against the silver sky.
He dodged in and out, never slowing, with Naomi always in pursuit. Occasionally, a pair of woodland eyes blinked at him from the darkness—a rabbit, a fox, observing their bizarre courtship.
Rory had no doubt the exhilaration of their illicit run would end in wild sex between him and Naomi. It was like a very enthusiastic bout of foreplay without actual touching.
They crunched through the leaf-littered forest floor until he tired of being the hunted. He looped back the way they came and stopped in a clearing. In all aspects of life he preferred to be the one doing the chasing, but at this moment in time he wanted nothing more than to be caught.
He shifted back into his naked, horny self. Naomi came to a skidding halt seconds later, scooting a bundle of leaves over his bare feet. “You can run, wolf lady, I'll give you that. Now can we go back to bed?”
She shifted back to stand beautifully naked before him. “Not until you say it.”
“Say what?” He was hard as hell and ready for round two.
“That I’m as good as you.” She gave him a flirty smile. One which said she was looking forward to the future rather than staring back at the past. The run had obviously done wonders for her too.
“That was probably a fluke. I don’t think you could keep up with me on a normal day. You know, one where you haven’t seduced me on top of a car boot and made me carry you home first.” The play fighting wasn’t limited to their animal personas. Not when it proved such a turn on. Human or wolf, the scent of Naomi’s arousal would always draw him to her.
“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time. But, if you’re tired, just say and we’ll call it a night.” She shrugged her shoulders, making her boobs jiggle enough to bring his erection to full strength once more.
He stepped forward and brushed her wild hair from her face. “I’ll never be too tired for you, Naomi. I’ll race you back. This time the winner stays on top.”
She grinned, eyes twinkling as bright as the stars. “You’re on.”
This was one race he intended to lose.

Available from Total-E-Bound 4th October
On general release from 1st November

Author Bio:
Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.
Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.

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