Thursday, August 30, 2012

It's Thursday Thirteen with Naughty Librarian Scarlett Black

Available Sept. 1st

It's that time again my sassy ones. It's Thursday and I've got another gem to share with you. Today my naughty friend and fellow author Scarlett Black is sharing the first thirteen lines from her story The Librarian. It's part of Campus Sexploits 3 Anthology and will be available in just two days! 

What can be sassier or more erotic than a naughty librarian? Don't tell me you haven't fantasized about being one or even WITH one yourself. There's nothing sexier than a hot chick in classes. ;) 

 Still not convinced? Let's take a look at Scarlett's story and when we're done? We'll all take a field trip on September 1st and pick up our copies of the anthology. ~The Vixen


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.

First 13

I’m thirty five years old and single. That’s how I like it. I have one cat named Cyrus, not a houseful of them. I do not wear frumpy, polyester blend clothing or sensible shoes. I have been blessed with curves in all the right places and legs that appear to go on for miles. Years of walking up and down these historical stairs have helped me to keep a well-toned and tight body. Thanks to my great genes, I do not need to push myself any harder to remain as such. My raven black hair is long and ends right above my backside. On occasion I wear it in a sexy, little “up do”, just to play the part. Today, it is a flowing curtain of black satin. 

I have worked at the Campus library for seventeen years and I take my work very seriously. Students and professors need my help constantly. It is my duty to serve them well. Many interns have come and gone through these hallowed doors, but I remain.

Oh my! I'm not so sure I can wait until September 1st for this one to come out so I can get my fix of Miss Barnes!  Well, until then we are just going to have to stalk...I mean look for Scarlett at the following links. ;)

Thursday, August 23, 2012

The Sassy May Water is back again!

I'm happy to welcome back fellow sassy Siren May Water. Today she's sharing the first thirteen lines from her upcoming release Raw Hide and Seek. Just from the snippet below, the book promises to be one of her hottest yet! Let's take a look shall we...

“Oh, Maddie…Come out, come out, you naughty girl,” Romney called out playfully. His voice echoed up to the barn loft where Maddie hid, causing her to shiver excitedly. She hunkered lower behind the hay bales. Her hands covered her mouth as she pictured him peeking over the horse stalls and looking under the equipment. When she heard the ladder which led to the loft creak, she thought she would pee from nervousness. She clamped her hands tighter over her mouth when the floorboard on the other side of her hiding spot squeaked. Romney’s head peeked over the bale. “Boo!”

“Oh my God!” she screeched as he did a stomach roll over the bale to reach her. Her breath came out in a big whoosh when he landed right on top of her.

“Ha, ha, there you are,” he said in a silly voice as he tickled her. Maddie thrashed around as she giggled.

“You’re squishing me!” she exclaimed with a laugh. He clamped a hand over her mouth when a noise came from below. He lifted his head cautiously over the bale to see who it was.

“It’s your pa,” he whispered when he lowered his head. He kept her under him as he nibbled her neck. Maddie tensed and tried to push him away.

“Rom, what if he catches us?” she asked with a low hiss.

“Then let’s make it worth our while,” he whispered as he bit her earlobe.

“Rom, no!” she whispered as his hand snaked up her dress. He completely ignored her while his hand made its way to her crotch.

“Take your bloomers off,” he whispered. Maddie frowned but did as he ordered. As she wiggled out of her bottoms she could hear her father speaking to one of the horses. The answering snort and deep whinny made her guess that it was King he was speaking to. Maddie tilted her head back and closed her eyes when Rom inserted two fingers in her pussy.

“Oh God,” she panted when he began fingering very fast. Heat radiated from her face all the way to her toes.

Coming soon!

Romney Barnes is Summerville's bad boy and Maddie Catalan can't get enough. Slip into the Old West as Rom slips beteen her thighs.  Raw Hide and Seek is set for an early September release! Check out May's author page for Siren Bookstrand to find out more details and when you can pre-order!

OMG! I can't wait for this one to come out. You've outdone yourself this time, May! For those of you who want to find out more about May Water, you can find her on Facebook.

Monday, August 13, 2012

On Patrol with Damon Gray...Oh MY!

Do I have a treat for you my vixens! Fellow Siren author Lori King has agreed to share her smoking hot interview with  one of the Gray twins from Fire of the Wolf. Damon Gray is half of the wolf shifter/firefighting duo who captures the heart of heroine Caroline. And let me tell you, they've both captured my heart as well! So gather around and let's listen in on the interview. ~The Vixen

Siren Bookstrand Link

I planned to meet both of the Gray twins, but Damon was the only one to meet me in front of the Alpha’s cabin. He pulled up in his navy blue mustang, with his golden tanned arm hanging out the window. As his large frame spilled out of the low slung car, I could feel the butterflies dancing in my belly that the Gray Pack men always seemed to cause. The glint in his eyes, tells me that he knows the effect he is having on me, and is enjoying every second of it.

I greet him with my arms open wide, anticipating the delicious hug that I know is coming. “Hi Damon! It’s wonderful to see you again!”

Wrapping me in those fantastically muscles arms of his, damn I can feel the heat of him through my clothes, and he smells delicious.

“Lori, Sweetheart! We’ve missed you around here. Dev sends his apologies, but some stuff came up. You know how he is, the Pack business always comes first.” He says warmly.

Returning his smile, I wave off his apology. “Of course, I completely understand. So it’s just you and me?”

The grin on his face is heart stoppingly sexy, and I have to bite my tongue to avoid moaning. “Yep, hope that’s alright. And I really need to do a perimeter patrol down by Delaky’s place. Do you mind if we walk while we talk?”

Damon Gray could have asked me to kneel at his feet and lick his boots with a grin like that. His dimple should be classified as a deadly weapon, and used upon all known terrorists. I think we could end the war on terrorism and bring back free love! 

“Sure, I just have a few quick questions from the readers.” I respond breathily, and he takes my hand walking along the path that leads behind the Alpha’s house into the woods. 

“Anything for your readers, Sweetheart.” He responds. I can see his eyes scanning the forest around us, and I note that his muscles are tense beneath his gray t-shirt, and faded denim blue jeans. His black hair is tousled, and hangs just over his thick eye brows. His green eyes are alert, and vivid like hot emeralds.

“How are you two men handling having a woman in your lives?” I ask, trying to refocus my attention on the business at hand.

“With anyone else it would be hell to give up bachelorhood, but with Carolyn…it’s been amazing.” He answers honestly.
“Are you guys still getting out dancing regularly?” 

“Every time we can, when Cash is singing anyways, Carolyn loves to hit Rustler’s.” He answers with another quick grin.

“I remember the first time you took her there.” I say with a laugh.

“That was a memorable night, and an even better ride home.” He says cryptically. My heart jumps at the honey lacing his voice. His green eyes have glazed over a little bit as if he’s lost in his own memory.

“How are the rest of the guys? Any fires lately?” I ask wondering if I can get him back in interview mode.

“Good, Liam is having a hell of a time with his new lady, but everyone else is still single as ever. Have you met Tina?” He asks holding a tree branch out of my way so that I can move ahead on the path. We’ve almost made it to Delaky’s cabin, and I’m saddened at the idea that our time will end soon.

“Yes, Liam introduced her to me. In fact I just finished their story. I hate to tell you, but it’s even spicier than yours!” I say, and he grabs my arm to spin me around.

Instantly my body is humming, as his six foot three inch body towers over my five foot eight inches. His broad shoulders block out nearly all of my view of the path behind him, and his hands are on his narrow hips. The frown on his chiseled face makes him look like an Indian War Chief, and I struggle to breath in and out.

“Not possible. Devin and I have more passion with Carolyn than any other married couple I’ve ever met.” He snarls at me, and I can tell I’ve offended him. He always has been protective of his mate.

“I’m not arguing that, but Tina and Liam do have quite a story of their own. Don’t worry Damon, you’re still my favorite wolf.” I say teasingly, and he reaches up to grab the back of my neck drawing me forward and resting his forehead against mine. 

“Sweetheart, if I weren’t a married man…” He jokes, and I laugh with him.

“I know, but I’m a happily married woman myself, and besides I wouldn’t want to upset the Alpha Bitch of the pack. You forget, I’m friends with Caroline too.” I reply, but I wrap my arms around his slim waist, and press my face against his tight chest. 

“She would rip out both of our throats.” He says laughing and returning the hug. We continue on our walk, and I pepper him with a few more questions.

“Beer, Hard Liquor, or Wine?”

He rolls his eyes, “Beer.”

“Boxers, Briefs, Boxer Briefs, Commando?”

“Really? Do the readers really care?” He says with an expasperated sigh.

“Just answer the questions.” I say shortly, but I snicker.

“Boxer Briefs.”

“Pizza, Cheeseburgers, or Steak.”

“I’m a werewolf, steak all the way.”
“Do you cheat at Poker?”

He laughs loudly, “Only if I think I won’t get caught.”

“Romantic vacation to the beach, or sneaky weekend getaway to the mountains?”

“Every time I can sneak in alone time with Caroline it’s romantic, and I don’t care where we are.” He responds sincerely, and my heart melts. I can’t help but be a tiny bit jealous of Caroline Trainor-Gray.

“Candles, or moonlight.”

He rolls his eyes again, and huffs. “Moonlight. Do I need to show you my wolf to remind you what I am?”

I wiggle my eyebrows at him, “Oh that would mean you getting naked for me, so maybe you should.”

His laughter rousts some birds from their nests, and he settles one arm over my shoulders pushing me to keep moving closer to the cabin I can now see through the trees.

“Enough questions Sweetheart. I can see my mate, and as much as I love you, I love her more.” The love is written all over his face, and I turn back to greet Caroline as she meets us coming out of the woods. With our interview clearly over, I joined them for dinner. I spent the evening under the stars and moon, with my friends of the Gray Pack, eating a steak and drinking a beer. Maybe next time I’ll invite a reader to join us…

(waving my hands wildly in the air) Oh! Pick me, pick me! Sorry my peeps, but when it comes to sitting down chatting...and who knows what else...with hunky werewolves/firefighters, I will knock you over to get to the front of the line! ;) If you want your very own private time with the Gray Pack, pick up your copy of Fire of the Wolf today. Just click on the book cover above and you will be one step closer to putting yourself into a menage fantasy. 

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Thursday, August 9, 2012

Thursday Thirteen with Amber Lea Easton

It's Thursday again and you know what that means, another first thirteen sentences from a fabulous novel. Author Amber Lea Easton is here today with the opening lines from her new release Riptide. For those of you who followed her over from Lia Michael's page The House of Taboo and my sister blog Behind Closed Doors know this book is positively SMOKIN' hot and filled with nail biting suspense to boot. True to form, Amber grabs our attention right from the start.

Before we get to her Thursday Thirteen, here's the blurb...

One violent night shatters Lauren Biltmore’s life. As an anchorwoman, she's accustomed to reporting the news rather than being the lead story. She escapes the spotlight by fleeing to her brother's home in the Cayman Islands. Haunted by nightmares, all she wants is a distraction from reality.

Distraction arrives via sexy screenwriter Noah Reynolds. His take-me-to-bed looks mask a past ripe with scandal. He knows he should stay away from Lauren, especially when the worst night of her life unlocks his writer's block and while he's dealing with a stalker of his own, but ethics are his weakness.

Attraction sizzles beneath Caribbean sunshine. As their relationship grows, Noah's stalker intensifies her torment. Lauren wonders if her paranoia is justified or a carryover from her past. What's real? What's imagined?

Tentative trust is tested as their love is swept up against a riptide of deceit, murder, and revenge.

Well, my fellow vixens, are you intrigued? Want a bit more? Here's the opening of Easton's Riptide.

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Lauren couldn’t go fast enough to drown out the doubts that screeched in her brain. 

Water sprayed her face as she steered the Jet Ski into a sharp turn, arm muscles quaking with the force of her grip on the handlebars as she drove full throttle. Wet hair smacked against her face and neck. She tasted salt on her lips. The sun burned her bare skin. Her legs held firm as the Jet Ski went airborne before landing hard against the surface of the crystal clear Caribbean Sea. 

Every instinct screamed mistake. Taking a leave of absence after the attack had made sense, but now, no matter how she looked at it, retreating to her brother’s house on Grand Cayman equaled running away. 

She hated thinking of herself as someone who ran away. 

As a news anchor in Atlanta, she’d been accustomed to reporting the news rather than being the lead story. She simply hadn’t been able to handle the spotlight shining so brightly into her private life, or seeing judgment—whether real or imagined—in everyone’s eyes. Barely out of physical therapy, she’d attempted to go back for a few weeks after being released from the hospital, but the camera’s red light had seemed accusing. Murderer, it blinked at her. Murderer.

Murderer? Our heroine thinks of herself as a murderer? Now I have to read this book! Who's with me? Just click on the link below the book cover and you can get your very own copy. You don't have to wait for it to get to Amazon or Barnes and Noble, they have all formats for ebook readers and instructions on how to download them. 

How to find more about Amber