Quick post! But if you check out my facebook page you'll find an excerpt I put up yesterday from Game Misconduct. And from this point on, I'll be doing Tasty Tuesdays excerpts. Which means, between now and February 9th (GM's release date) you'll get 8 yummy bits with each of the men.
But now for the WINNERS!
Stacie D has won a copy of Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage.
I hope you all had fun! And if I don't see you before then...
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
This year I'm taking part in the AWESOME Christmas Blog Hop. There are so many chances to win you have to see it to believe it--and no, I'm not exaggerating! The hop starts Friday, December 16, 2011 and goes till midnight Sunday, December 18, 2011. There are 185 authors participating! Just imagine all the goodies!
Three commenters on my blog will be chosen to win! Three prizes are:
An ebook copy of Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage, A ‘Cyrus makes me Wet’ T-Shirt’, and winner’s choice of any of my books.
And as a special Christmas treat, I'm going to give you a nice sneak peek from my upcoming novel, The Dartmouth Cobra's: Game Misconduct. This is a hockey, menage, BDSM story with plenty of kink and a lot of rough play ;)
Short blurb: The good ol' hockey game masters Oriana's life. Now a lineup that dominates on and off the ice will give her everything she needs.
Grinning, Sloan bent down to lick a drop of beer from her bottom lip. “Does that mean you’re coming back?”
Rather than answer, she set the beer on the bar and gave him a little nudge. Before he could get out of her way, she eased off the stool and let her body glide down his. He groaned when she wiggled her hips.
"I'll think about it."
He flipped up the bottom of the jersey and dug his fingers into her ass. “You keep that up and I won’t wait.”
“You can’t do anything here.” She hiked her chin up, shovelling defiance over rampant desire. This guy was way too cocky. Time to bring him down a notch. “Save you threats, Mr. Callahan. I’m not scared of you.”
Tim cleared his throat. “Just a suggestion, Oriana, and then I’m out of here.” He laughed when she tried to twist away from Sloan. “Taunting your Dom is a bad idea. ‘specially when he’s a sadist.”
Oriana gulped when Tim walked away. She suddenly realized Max had released her hand and stepped away from her to finish his drink.
Leaving her alone to deal with Sloan.
“I was joking.” She pressed her hands against Sloan’s chest and gave him the most innocent look she could muster. I'll be good. I promise. “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?”
His answering smile didn’t bode well. “Oh, I’ll hurt you,” he said. “But not here. And not tonight.” He picked her up and dropped her on the stool. "Finish your beer."
"But—" She shut her mouth when his eyes narrowed. Okay, maybe she was a little scared of him. The rush of adrenalin in her veins made her skin feel cold. With a shaky hand, she brought her beer to her lips.
Sloan placed his hands on her upper thigh and framed his thumbs along the rim of her panties. She choked on a mouthful of beer as her clit throbbed. Hot, slick moisture spilled between her folds.
Max's presence behind her made her insides clench with need. He patted her back. "Breath, darlin'."
She gasped and tried to close her thighs. Solid hips worked between her knees. Hands clamped just above them.
A little whine escaped her as she realized whose hands held her open. "Max..."
Sloan's thumbs stroked her pussy.
"Oh!" She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head. "You can't—"
"But I am." Sloan nibbled along the side of her throat as his fingers slipped into her panties. "And you want me to. You're so wet, babe. Be honest, you'd let me fuck you now if I wanted to."
Yes! Oh god yes! She shifted her hips forward and pressed her face against his chest to stifle her moans as one thick finger penetrated her. Part of her mind objected to letting him do this, here, where anyone could see. Reason made her say the words out loud. "We'll get caught."
"That's part of the thrill." Sloan strained to fill her with another finger even as he picked up his beer. If anyone was looking, they'd assume he was having an intimate conversation, his face betrayed nothing more. "Would you like another drink?"
His calloused fingers, all slicked with the spill of moisture, thrust in and out slowly, gentle and erotic. Not quite enough to make her scream—unless it was for more. Her whole body quivered, chanting 'Deeper, faster, harder!' drowning whispers of reservation.
Lips sucked at her neck, then a tongue trailed a hot path up to her ear. Max whispered. "He asked you a question, love. Would you like another beer?"
"Mmm." Her eyes rolled back as Sloan teased her clit with his thumb. The rim of the beer she held bumped her bottom lip. She drained the bitter dregs and blindly attempted to set the bottle down on the bar. A searing wave of arousal made the bottle slip from her hand. Max caught it just in time.
"I think she's had enough." Max said.
Enough? What? No! She whimpered, sure Sloan would leave her a quivering mess—unfulfilled and longing.
"I agree." Sloan pressed his thumb down on her clit and resumed dipping his fingers into her, again and again, fast and hard, until she was sure everyone in the bar could hear the rhythmic wet slap of his palm on her pussy. "Just give me a minute."
Another finger joined the others. Stretching, twisting. She fell back onto Max. Sloan flicked her clit, once, twice, then drove his fingers in deep. Her spine bowed and her hips bucked. A violent orgasm tore through her and only Max's lips on hers kept her from screaming.
Sloan dragged a few more spasms from her and casually withdrew his fingers. He covered her with her lace panties and patted her pussy, making her jerk and moan. Not enough. Need everything. Please!
“How about we take this back to my place?” Max helped her off the stool, holding her when her legs refused to solidify. "I think she's had her taste. Time for a full course."
Don't forget to comment and visit the other blogs for more chances to win! Good luck and Merry Christmas!
You can go Grab it here: https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/373/Deadly-Captive-Collateral-Damage
One little piece of advice, read the first chapter (which Noble has up to read for free) before you decide to buy the book. This one is grittier than Deadly Captive and it may go a bit too far for some people. There's an amazing review here: Kinky Book Reviews that I think explain it very well from a readers perspective.
All that said, be sure to check my new blog tomorrow for an Ask me Anything! Giveaway!
Details will be here: http://imnoangelauthorsblog.blogspot.com/
Last but not least, be sure to swing by http://kinkybookreviews.com/ for an exclusive interview with Cyrus himself!
I'm making another blog move--should be the last one, I was just having a bit of trouble scheduling things with this one. Like my original blog, this one will remain so you can read the past posts.
My new blog is on blogger. I've had several people ask me about following by email, so I've made this available. Should be an easy transition.
My first post is an excerpt from Rosemary & Mistletoe, followed by a link to download the book. To keep up to date on my latest releases, guest posts, and all the other fun stuff I post consider following the blog.
By Lisabet Sarai
Would you like the pumpkin pie with whipped cream for dessert? Or the eggnog custard with rum raisin sauce? Or the double-chocolate Black Forest cake?
Don't you just hate making decisions like this? I mean, how can you choose from among such equally delicious alternatives? Even if you happen to have a particular hankering today for one specific dessert, still, the others sound so tempting – will you really turn them down? Wouldn't it be nice to be able to have them all?
That's why I like ménage.
Some people prefer monogamy. One devoted lover is enough to satisfy their needs and fulfill their fantasies. Biological research suggests, though, that our species isn't particularly hard-wired to prefer monogamous relationships or to mate for life. External pressures have slanted society toward a preference for monogamy in some cultures – but not in others. Even within one culture, you'll find that individuals vary in their tastes as well as their behavior.
My characters want it all. Faced with a choice between multiple lovers, each of whom touches them deeply but differently, my heroines are likely to answer, “Yes, please”. Letting go of one man to choose the other would be like cutting out a part of their hearts. Indeed, “all of the above” is the only sane answer in this sort of situation.
Of course, since our society pays at least lip service to monogamy, it takes courage to choose a polyamorous course. As David Crosby wrote in his haunting song “Triad”:
Your mother's ghost stands at your shoulder,
Face like ice, a little bit colder,
Telling you: you cannot do that, it breaks all the rules...
In my recent release, Wild About That Thing, Ruby is torn between her long-time friend and lover Zeke and the mysterious near-stranger Remy. The two men believe she has to choose; they love her enough that each offers to give way for the other. Even so, Ruby can't imagine relinquishing either of them. A three-way relationship is the obvious solution. The results of this bold choice are more incendiary than any of the three can imagine.
Ruby sank down onto the bed, suddenly unsure. Without a word, Zeke began to undress. She swallowed hard, her pantyhose growing more sodden by the instant as he revealed his blond-furred torso and muscled thighs. He stepped out of his briefs, setting his erect cock free. It reared up from the red-gold tangle at his groin, swaying a bit, like a tree branch in the wind. Sporting a wicked grin, he stroked it once or twice to coax a bead of moisture from the fat bulb. Ruby clutched the bedspread, her heart slamming against her ribs. Was this really happening?
No sooner was Zeke naked than Remy began to disrobe. He kicked off his boots, then dragged his shirt over his head and tossed it into a corner, to be followed by his jeans. Gone was the composure that had first drawn her attention… Was it really less than a week ago? Urgency and impatience vibrated in his every gesture. His swollen penis arced towards the ceiling in a graceful curve, bobbing with his pulse. He struggled for control, his hands clenched into fists by his sides. His skin gleamed like polished oak, smoothed over the sculpted curves of his hairless chest and lean flanks. Revealed to Ruby for the first time, his naked body was every bit as compelling as his face. She fought the urge to literally throw herself at his feet.
Her suit jacket felt hot and constraining. She shrugged it off her shoulders. The silk of her blouse revealed her taut nipples, straining through the lace of her brassiere. Her musk escaped the confines of her panties and hose. She was dying for them to touch her, but neither man moved. She was the one in charge.
“Please,” she managed to choke out, holding out her arms. “Don’t make me wait any longer!”
In an instant, they were both by the bed. Remy crouched down to remove her shoes. He kneaded her insteps and arches. She tingled all over. He worked his way up her legs—massaging her calves, working his thumbs into the pressure points above her knees, stroking the insides of her thighs with a light touch that shot straight to her pussy. As he worked, he pushed her skirt up into a crumpled mess in her lap. She didn’t care. She leant back to give him access to the elastic circling her waist. In one swoop, he relieved her of her underwear and stockings.
Meanwhile, Zeke knelt behind her on the bed, his thighs flanking her hips, his chest against her back, and his erection flattened against her spine. He reached around to unfasten her buttons, his blunt fingers brushing against the heated skin below her bra. The transient contact made her yearn for more. He removed her blouse, taking care not to damage the delicate garment, then addressed himself to the hooks of her bra. By the time she released the breath she was holding, he had bared her breasts. Her plentiful flesh spilled out of his palms. Zeke thumbed the swollen tips and lightning streaked down to her clit.
“God, you’ve got gorgeous tits, darlin’! Juicy and firm as Georgia peaches!” Zeke gave the aching nubs a pinch, making her squirm. At the same time, Remy’s slender fingers parted her labia and warm breath stirred her moist folds.
“Oh…” She hardly had time to moan before Remy’s mouth fastened on her pussy. “Oh—oh, my God…” He burrowed into her, sucking her flesh into his mouth while swiping the flat of his tongue across her clit. Sensitised by days of self-imposed celibacy, her hungry cunt spasmed with pleasure under his expert attention. She tilted her pelvis and parted her thighs, trying for more contact. Remy probed her crevice, making her crave deeper penetration, before returning his attention to her clit.
Her whole being concentrated on the tongue dancing in her pussy. A climax curled in her belly. Remy’s mouth coaxed it closer to the surface.
All at once there was heat and wetness from a new source. Zeke’s ripe lips surrounded one nipple. He swirled his tongue around the engorged bead of flesh, then applied delicious suction. His moustache brushed her bare skin, soft and sensual. Just when she thought she’d burst from the pleasure, he transferred his mouth to the other breast, leaving the first soaked with saliva, chilled and tingling. He used his teeth but Ruby felt no pain, only a brilliant stab of delight.
Remy reacted as her body tensed. He drove his face into her sex, plunging his tongue into her hole, mashing her clit against his nose. The duelling sensations, above and below, drove her into a frenzy. Her lovers worked together to brink her to the peak. That realisation—that the two men were collaborating in her pleasure—was what finally pushed her over the edge.
Thanks for having me as your guest, Bianca! I'm looking forward to hosting you on Saturday.
Wild About That Thing is available now from Total-E-Bound. I hope readers will check it out. And by the way, I'm running a contest until mid December, entitled “Everybody Wins”. Any reader who posts a review of any of my books on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads or the TEB site automatically receives a book from my back list. See my Newsletter for details!
A dozen years ago Lisabet Sarai experienced a serendipitous fusion of her love of writing and her fascination with sex. Since then she has published three single author short story collections and six erotic novels, including the classic RAW SILK. Dozens of her shorter works have been released as ebooks and in print anthologies. She edited the acclaimed anthologies SACRED EXCHANGE and CREAM and is currently responsible for the altruistic erotica series COMING TOGETHER PRESENTS. In addition, she reviews erotica and erotic romance for the Erotica Reades and Writers Association (http://www.erotica-readers.com) and Erotica Revealed (http://www.eroticarevealed.com) websites.
Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone needs from prestigious universities who would no doubt be embarrassed by her chosen genre. She loves to travel and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her highly tolerant husband and two cosmopolitan felines. For more information on Lisabet and her writing visit Lisabet Sarai's Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).
7 Days Left!
And in case you haven't checked my 'Bad thing I'm doing' Schedule, here's some of the stops I'll be making to celebrate the release of DCCD:
December 9th Coffee Time Romance Chat with several BDSM authors discussing Real vs Fantasy Doms
December 10th I will be visiting the fabulous Lisabet Sarai while she's a guest here.
December 11th I'll be in The Playroom
December 12th I'll be visiting Forbidden Bookshelves and RomCon's Readerville Amorous Ave Chat
December 13th I'll be at the Kinky Book Reviews blog
December 15h I'll be at the Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews Blog
December 16th to the 18th I'll be taking part in the Stuff Your Stockings Blog Hop
So I might be a bit busy, but there will be some great prizes if you decide to keep me company! :)
And now for what you've all been waiting for! The first reveal of the cover for DEADLY CAPTIVE: Collateral Damage!
I am so in love with this cover. A big THANK YOU to Fiona Jayde for managing to turn the emotion from the book into a work of art.
This last excerpt is a slightly rougher scene that the previous ones, so please don't read it if you have sensitive triggers. It is by no means the worst scene in the book (not by a long shot) but I thought a little punishment might be good for the impatient ;)
Excerpt from Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage (Click the tiny 'read more'
Seriously, I need to start doing these more often! :) With her dirty mind that comes up with things like a human dessert tray and Spicy Rock-hard Balls, please welcome...
L, darlin' we're going to start off nice and simple. What’s your favourite thing to watch on TV while being intimate? (And that questions only dirty if you want it to be)
The reflection of my baby’s backside rising and falling. Was that dirty? ;-D
*Having inappropriate thoughts about her man* Umm...<g>
Next question! Imagine a very ordinary situation and find a way to make it romantic (extra points for creativity)
I’m shopping in the grocery store and my lover surprises me in the fruit aisle, I grab my usual oranges and apples; he slides fat, seedless grapes into the cart. Pressing one of the juicy globes to my lips, he urges me to open, “A small treat until later.”
The fruit bursts in my mouth, showering my taste buds with sweetness. I shiver and move on to the dairy counter where I pick up skim milk; he adds whipped cream with a spine-melting grin. In frozen foods, I throw veggies for the week into the cart, but he, oh so wicked man, stops near the ice cream door and selects a large jar of liquid fudge.
I envision myself spread before him as a human dessert tray, and I struggle for composure. The store is busy with harried women rushing through the tedium of shopping, but when he sets the chocolate on top of my purchases and leans close to whisper, “I hope your sheets are stain resistant,” I know I won’t survive through the rest of my list. Suddenly, I do not need eggs, bread, or chicken, nearly as much as I need him and the things in the cart. I turn for the checkout but he stops me. “Finish you shopping, love. We might need sustenance by morning.”
Trapped between the sexiness of his smile and the loaves of Wonder bread, I hear the promise of tomorrow in his casual seduction and I am lost.
Very nice...who's in the mood to do some groceries? ;)
Okay, let's take it up a notch. If you found a sexy man/woman tied up on your bed, what would you do with him/her?
LOL – does that even need an answer? You should watch what you ask, Bianca. You trigger all kinds of crazy in my head. Uhmm, let me see…
If I walked into the bedroom, exhausted after a long, hard day of work, and there spread eagle and blindfolded in the middle of my four-poster bed lay my gorgeous next door neighbour – who I might mention is also long and hard and sweaty and gorgeous and…but I digress. I’d contemplate all the things I would like to do to him, but most of them would require we switch places. In a fit of inspiration I would circle through the bedroom to the on-suite bath and grab a bottle of warming massage oil. Hell, if the man was offering it would be rude to turn him down, right?
I’d climb onto the mattress and swing astride his lean hips. Did I mention he’s gorgeous? With the uber sexy intelligence of Colin Firth (The King’s Speech) and the intense sensuality of Jared Padalecki (Sam Winchester - Supernatural). He would moan as I settle against him and drizzle oil from the hollow at the base of his throat, across his wide, solid pecs, downward over his tight abs that would quiver and flinch for me, to the tiny well of his belly button.
Oops, let me close the door before this fantasy gets out of hand…
All right, moving on. What do you consider the most erotic fruit?
The obvious answer would be a banana, but I am going to go with anything small and intensely flavoured that can be hand fed to me by a man: strawberries, grapes, even slices of blood orange would be equally sexy in my book because taste heightens all the senses.
Name a historical figure you admire. Explain why.
Wow, we just got serious. I would say Sojourner Truth, who was born and raised a slave but later became a voice for both freedom and women’s equality in a world where both were denied her. Though she is often quoted as saying, “Ain’t I a woman?” Her actual words had a greater and more positive influence on her audience than those so frequently misquoted. “I have heard the bible and have learned that Eve caused man to sin. Well, if woman upset the world, do give her a chance to set it right side up again.”
What mythical creature would you want to be?
A fairy – laughter, mischief, a gorgeous home in the woods, and the ability to fly – seriously, how cool would that be?
Beer, wine, or spirits?
Spirits – a little tequila in my margarita, aged brandy in my eggnog, or spiced rum in my Coke, and I am a happy woman.
If you had to choose between an angel and a vampire, which would you choose? Why?
Angel all the way. Powerful – come on the whole smiting with the hand of God thing how Dom sexy is that – compassionate, able to fly, and well not wanting to feed on me – yep, that last is a biggie. I like my blood where it is thank you very much.
Most people would say uniforms are sexy. Do you agree? Which is the sexiest in your opinion?
I agree one hundred percent. I would have to say I appreciate any of the armed forces, but probably my favourite is the U.S. Marines; however, a fireman works too, oh, or a police officer, and have you seen the ice-cream parlour guy—absolutely lickable. ;-P
What’s your favourite action movie? If you don’t have a favourite, name one you didn’t hate.
That’s easy – The Transporter with Jason Stratham. High action, a little humour, a bit of romance and a really clever hero. Yum.
Name your favourite cookie. No, seriously, tell us what it is and give it a new name.
LOL – uhmm peppernuts (pfeffernüsse) because they are delicious, and I used to make them with my grandmother. A new name? Spicy Rock-hard Balls
Who’s your favourite cartoon character? What do you like about them?
Willie E. Coyote – no matter what goes wrong he keeps on trying. That is certainly admirable.
What is the name of the last book you wanted to use as kindling?
Anything by Earnest Hemmingway. His writing is just so naturally arrogant – which is probably why he was a hit with men, but his voice pisses me off for some unfathomable reason. I apologize to literary critics everywhere.
What songs would you choose for the soundtrack of your life?
Tough one. How about a really cheesy one that a friend of mine just reminded me of the other day. Theme song to the 1970’s sitcom “One Day at a Time” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M82CUd6isyY
Of all your characters, which one do you think would be best in a crisis?
Selleck Mathews [Ginger Snaps for Two] because his primary concern is those he loves and protects. He would take charge and maintain order no matter how crazy things became.
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2 Weeks Left until the release of DEADLY CAPTIVE: Collateral Damage!
Let's celebrate with a look at the blurb and another Sneak Peek!
Stolen from a bright life full of colors, happiness and youth, Nicole Reed is dragged into a pit of pain and depravity where all she can hope for is a quick end. But her captors don't want to kill her. They want to use her to teach a little boy whom they plan to mold in their image.
She must free him before that happens. Only, she can't stand against those who hold him, not alone. Her only hope is Vince, one of her tormentors, who may still show a glimmer of humanity.
Or maybe that's just a trick of the light.
Vince and Nicole share a cup of coffee:
Small creases formed on his forehead and around his dark eyes. "Why are you 'fucked up'?"
Seriously? This guy was too much. "I don't know—captivity does that to me."
"You've been treated well."
My brow shot up. "Have I? Well, I guess I'm being over sensitive. I kinda take basic liberties for granted. What can you do?"
He stood and set down his cup. "I don't appreciate sarcasm."
I took another sip and smiled. Guess he wasn't as infallible as he pretended to be. "Well, I don't appreciate being kidnapped and raped. But we don't always get what we want."
"No, I suppose we don't." He traced the open collar of his black silk shirt, revealing just the top of a very hard, very well defined chest. Muscles curved in smooth slopes jumped as though my gaze was a physical touch. He chuckled and I looked up to see him watching me. "You want to hate me."
"I do hate you." I shrugged at his doubtful expression. "You're just easy on the eyes. Which I'm sure you know."
"Really." Without a twitch of warning, he closed the distance between us and took my cup. "Shall I prove you wrong?"
I skirted away from him, ducking and skidding from the bed. I might have been prepared to let him do what he would last night, but this morning I couldn't. I wouldn't. Not without a fight.
"Relax. I won't hurt you." He placed the mug on the table and then strode across the room. I swung at him and he caught my wrists. "Don't force me to tie you up."
"Don'tdon'tdon't." I whimpered as he wrapped his arms around me. Tears streaked my cheeks, gathered on my lips, hot and salty. I flattened my hands on his chest and dug my nails into his skin. "Vince . . . ."
"Shh." He pressed his lips to the top of my head and then bent down to whisper against my lips. "I want to show you something."