#FridayFantasy: A MEASURED RISK by @NBlackthorne is 99 cents! #Rubenesque #Erotic #Regency

Happy Friday the 13th! Today is extra special because we're helping our friend and fellow erotic romance author Natasha Blackthorne celebrate the special sale of the first book in her Regency Risks series. 

A Measured Risk is only 99 cents starting today and through midnight Sunday June 15th. You don't want to miss this one, especially if you love Regency Historicals. 

Summary of the book details: Erotica Romance ~ Light BDSM ~ Rubenesque / BBW ~ Regency Historical ~ Shy Heroine ~ Novel Length 86,000 Words . Contains graphic erotic descriptions and frank sexual language. As a work of historical romance fiction, A Measured Risk is not intended to be an accurate portrayal of modern BDSM lifestyles.

BLURB

He is her most dangerous temptation, the only man she has ever trusted and now he is demanding her submission. Dare she take the risk?

Emotionally scarred in the horrific accident that took her husband’s life, Lady Cranfield is imprisoned by her lingering terror of horses and carriages. She longs to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel, as she senses intuitively that he might be able to teach her how to overcome the terrors that hold her in bondage.

And now she’s willing to risk almost anything—her reputation, even her virtue—to find out. 

But what Lord Ruel proposes startles her.
When the shy, studious and socially awkward young widow approaches him, Lord Ruel instantly senses she will be the sweetest, most submissive experience of his life—but first he must gain her complete trust. Lord Ruel makes Lady Cranfield a non-negotiable offer: His help in return for her submission and obedience.

But Lady Cranfield grew up neglected by her ducal parents, raised by servants and then later ignored by her handsome, charming husband. She’s learnt to protect her heart at all costs and she trusts no one but herself.


How can the jaded Earl of Ruel break through Lady Cranfield’s self-defences and show her how to love when he himself has spent his life avoiding that tender trap?

EXCERPT

She backed all the way into the bookcase.

“Why did you run away?” His deep voice settled in her belly, rich and warm, like crème brûlée on a cold winter’s night.

“Because I wanted you to follow.” She tried to sound sophisticated and seductive, but her voice choked off on the last word.

Ruel placed his hand on the shelf above her head and blocked her path to the door. His tall, solidly muscled body leaned over her, surrounding her with the sumptuous, sinful scents of tobacco, Scotch whisky and something masculine and undeniably dangerous. A slow, sensual smile stretched his hard mouth.

He appeared different. Softer. More approachable.

At the change, her insides seemed to flip over.

“Well, sweeting, getting us off alone was a very inspired idea.” He touched one of her fallen ringlets. “I am bored to distraction with endless talk of hunting and fencing.”

As he slowly wrapped the curl around two fingers, he brushed her collarbone. Fiery sparks tingled down her spine, so intense that she shivered and her nipples beaded, pressing against her stays. By some instinct she hadn’t even known she possessed, she arched her back, presenting herself for his assessment.

His eyes shone so vividly blue against his bronzed face that they resembled cornflowers. She swallowed tightly and wished for a long drink of claret. This more personal side of him suddenly seemed far more hazardous than his usually fierce exterior.

Well, no matter. There was nothing to fear. She would allow only as much contact as need be to get to know him a little. Since being torn from her lonely yet secure life in Ireland and thrust into Society at age sixteen, she’d spent her time allowing people only as near as was comfortable. She was an expert at emotional evasion.
It should be easy to regain her control.

But now, as rays of the late-afternoon sun played over his pale hair, turning it the colour of winter wheat, all her carefully rehearsed words flew from her mind.

Say something—anything—else he will think you’re a bird-wit.

An intimate smile, one that invited her to play, tugged at his mouth.
“In a situation like this, alone with a gentleman, it’s perfectly normal for a lady to feel some apprehension.” His hushed voice, barely audible above the piano and boisterous singing from down the corridor, accentuated their isolation. His gaze became so piercing that she had to lower her eyes. 

He brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “She will invariably ask herself if he will try to kiss her.”

She jerked her eyes back to his face. God, he couldn’t mean to—not yet, surely… Peculiar, heated chills swept over her. She tried to take a step back, but found her arse flush against the bookshelf.

He leaned closer; so close that his Scotch-scented breath tickled her face. “And just in case you are wondering, Lady Cranfield—the answer is most assuredly yes.”

She should demand that he put his arm down so she could pass by and leave. She really should. But she couldn’t stop looking at his hard mouth and wondering what it would feel like upon hers. He was so close to her that his breath blew on her lips. If she moved but a fraction, she’d be kissing him.

Kissing him.

Dear God. Her breaths began to come very fast and short. Her throat went tight with a suppressed moan.

His eyes burnt as brightly as aquamarines. He looked so fierce. If he kissed her, if he dared… Oh God, it would be so harsh. That cruel-looking mouth could express itself no other way.

Excitement rushed through her, sending tingles to every point of her body, even her toes.

But no, he wouldn’t. Not yet.

He kept leaning closer. He didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he seemed to focus all the harder upon her.

Her heart pounding, unable to move away, she braced herself for his assault.

His lips brushed hers, barely. A gossamer caress.

He lifted his head.

It was done.

Ended.

And it hadn’t even begun.

He held her chin, appearing so cool, so unaffected. His kiss had seemed to sear her. An urge to put her fingers to her lips arose in her. She resisted it, for it would give away too much of how she was affected.

Never show your feelings.

He traced his thumb along her lower lip, slowly, deliberately, as he studied her with eyes that now glittered with something powerful and predatory. Heat pooled in her pelvis, low and spreading even lower.

She went weak all over, as if she’d lain in a sunny window seat for too long. Her knees almost buckled. She forced them to lock. To be strong.

It should not have affected her so profoundly. It had been just a peck—not a true kiss at all. William had poured out all of his skill upon her and hadn’t garnered even a tenth of the reaction in her that this man’s peck had.

Ruel traced her jaw line with his fingertips. Unthinkingly, she leaned in to his touch.

“Of course, once he has kissed her, then it’s his turn to wonder…” 
His voice sounded unnaturally loud in her ears. “How will she respond? Will she withdraw, or can he ignite some hidden fire?”

She sensed that he was toying with her. She didn’t understand flirtation—why had she imagined she could carry off this ruse? Was he making advances in order to have a laugh with Francesca and her simpering friends later? Hurt blossomed in her chest. She resented him for that. She ought to feel indignant, superior, uncaring—anything but hurt.

“Please don’t make sport of me.”

She cringed. Was that quavering, pleading voice really hers?

An infinitesimal pause. “Now, why on earth would I do such a thing?” His voice was as smooth as velvet.

“To please your vanity,” she replied, trying to regain her wits.

“Here.” He placed her hand to his chest. The contours of his muscles were hard, powerfully developed. Even more so than she’d expected. His body heat radiated through the satin and, beneath her hand, his heart’s beat was rapid and strong.

“Is that vanity?” He put a finger under her chin, giving her no choice but to face him. “Is it?” He gentled his grip.

The warmth in his voice settled over her like luscious hot chocolate. Melting her insides to quivering burgoo, rendering her speechless, unable to move.


“My dear, lovely Lady Cranfield, I am going kiss you again.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Escape into the past with intensely erotic, emotionally driven love stories. Natasha Blackthorne writes character-focused historical erotica romance featuring strong internal conflicts. Her stories are most frequently about the intimate journey of the characters as they learn to open their hearts to love.

Her heroines are not perfect ladies. They are wildflowers and wallflowers who enjoy flirting with the forbidden. Whether they are bold or shy, her heroines’ strong desires and deep emotions drive the plot and drive their heroes to the point of no return.

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@MayWater Joins Us To Countdown to Our #Debut #Anthology #eroticromance #GLBT #manlove

Welcome back! It's another day closer to the release of our debut anthology. It's a collection of Christmas novellas from the Four Seduced Muses: The Vamp Maya DeLeina, The Seductress Nicole Morgan, The Vixen (me), my alter ego Lia Michaels and our guest today The Siren May Water.

Here novella is a MM erotic contemporary romance called "Ski Bunny Blues."  Here's the blurb:

When warm weather loving Max is transferred from California back to New Hampshire for work, his first thought is Oh, crap. He moved away from his childhood state for a reason: he hates snow. Not only will he be relocating at the start of winter, he'll be living in his boss’s condo, right at a ski area! Max attempts to find himself a fireplace buddy through online dating, but gives up after a string of failures. Then along comes Shawn, a hunky part time ski slope employee, and full time contractor. Shawn definitely warms Max's cockles by the fire, but is he enough to keep Max from scurrying back to California when the snow hits?


Sounds fabulous to me! How about you? Want to hear more? Here's a story excerpt for you to enjoy. May wanted to save all the smokin' hawt stuff for the book! hehehe

     Shawn laughed out loud. “You’re funny.” He moved forward in his seat and chewed his lower lip. “Listen, I’d love to stay here and keep talking but I better go see if HR is back yet. Can I, um, have your phone number?”  
     Max leaned forward a bit, too. “As long as you don’t mind that I’m gay.”
     “Cool,” he said, a slight grin on his face.
      Max resisted the urge to reach out and touch the man’s stubbled jaw.
     “Cool?” he asked, pinching his lips and raising his eyebrows, resisting the urge to yell Are you gay or not?!
     Shawn chuckled. He placed a large hand on his shoulder and leaned into his ear. “I am, too. That’s why I asked for your number, silly.”
     When he stood Max gazed up at him and smiled, liking the feel of his strong hand resting comfortably on him. He began to imagine this man snuggled up with him by the fire.
     “Your number?” Shawn whispered, a look of amusement on his face.
    Max was too busy gazing into his eyes and fantasizing to do anything productive, like give him his number! He shook his head and looked on the table for a pen.
    “Um, no pen,” he said sheepishly.
     Shawn nodded, deftly removing his cell phone from his belt carrier. He missed his hand as soon as it was lifted from his shoulder. “Go,” Shawn ordered. After he recited his phone number Shawn nodded and typed it in his phone. “Last name?”
     “Weeks,” Max gazed at the business card still clasped in his hand. “You’re Sullivan. Irish?”
     “Ya think?” He placed a hand on his shoulder again and squeezed gently. “I’ll call you soon. I’m busy with a job the next couple of days but you will hear from me okay? Don’t go running back to California.”
     “Nope, not going anywhere.”
     “Okay, good,” Shawn gave his half grin before heading toward a stairway at the back of the main lodge.
        Max stared at his retreating form, a bit stunned, and now way too distracted to work. As soon as his new hunk of man friend was out of sight he quickly gathered his things and made a beeline for the exit, grinning like an idiot as he hurried down the path that led to the condos. After he entered his unit he let out a war whoop, placing his laptop on the counter so he could add some outrageous dance moves and leaps. Once he got the worst of the crazies out of his system he sank in the sofa and called Sandy.
     “I found a ski bear and he’s soooooo fine!” He went on to relay every detail of his encounter with Shawn, butterflies churning inside.

Oooooo! I can't wait to find out how Max and Shawn chase away the winter time blues. Only five more days until 'Tis the Season for Seduction can be yours in both ebook and print formats. 

Come back tomorrow when The Seductress stops in with a peak at her novella "Christmases Past."

Author Maya DeLeina @vampauthormaya Begins the Countdown to Our New #Christmas #anthology

Welcome to the start of our celebration leading up to the release of the 'Tis the Season for Seduction. This book contains five novellas written by the Four Seduced Muses: Maya DeLeina "The Vamp", May Water "The Siren", Nicole Morgan "The Seductress" and myself..."The Vixen" as well as my alter ego Lia Michaels. 

Starting today we'll feature one adult excerpt from each novella. Who better to kick things off than "The Vamp" and her story "A Winter's Ecstasy?"  

Here's her blurb:

The snow was coming. That much she knew.

Noel Tierney thought she’d have enough time to make it to her holiday retreat. But poor visibility during the peak of the snowstorm leads to a crash. She lay immobile in her vehicle, stranded in a ditch along a remote stretch of the Colorado mountain pass. 

But Grayson James was coming. That she didn’t know.

Noel has no choice but to wait out the storm at her rescuer’s cabin nestled deep in the woods. Temptation builds. Fantasies rouse. Self-control unravels.  

For three days and nights, Noel and Grayson’s passions are unleashed, hot enough to melt the winter’s ice. 

Prepare for a delicious tale of rescue, rapture and mystery that will leave you breathless.

You may even find yourself deliberating over one question.  


Why are there no mirrors in Grayson’s cabin?


Whew! Is it getting warm in here?  Are you ready for more?
Hold onto your panties....

Adult Excerpt

“So, I’m not a mistake?”

“I never thought of you as a mistake. The mistake was me, for you.”

“Oh.” 

“I have this craving for you. I-I can’t shut it off. I said no to you earlier thinking that was what I needed to do—exhibit control. But I don’t know if I’m meant to control this.”

He reached for the hem of his black shirt, lifted and pulled it up over his head, letting it drop to the floor. 

His upper body was exactly how she liked her men—sculpted, with a delicious helping of chest hair. There was something about the rugged magnetism that exuded from this type of man that she couldn’t deny. It was like a switch turned on inside of her, dialing up the heat and desire, leaving her parched. Her nipples hardened to the point of aching just from the sight of him. Her body tingled from his words. His eyes on her like no man had ever looked at her before. Her head filled with thoughts, seductive words to say in return, but she said nothing in response. 

He walked slowly towards her. 

She took a few steps back until she was up against the wall. She waited, anticipating his arrival.

His course took him straight to her. He planted his feet in a wide stance and stood within a breath’s space of her body. 

They were silent, examining one another. 

Her chest heaved. 

His breath blew hot and fast. 

He lifted his hands to frame her face. He hovered mere inches from her flesh, but was careful not to touch her. His fingers moved gracefully in the air, outlining the contours of her face. He stared at her lips with devouring eyes. 

Then his fingers touched her.

She let out a whimper.

He teased her, running his pads of his fingertips along her bottom lip. 

She pressed her lips together, kissing him tenderly.

His fingers explored, tracing her flesh from her lips, down her chin and neck. He leaned in close, allowing his body to press up against hers.  

Her breath hitched. The moment was here.  

He took her mouth, savoring it like rain in a hot desert.  

She moaned through the kiss. 

Soft and delicate, their lips toyed. 

They tasted each other in small helpings, relishing the first time experience. Soon the delicacy faded and they feasted on each other. Deep, rough, and forceful, they kissed, transporting them to an unseen world of ecstasy.  She had no concept of time that passed. Her surroundings were non-existent. 

In no time, their hands went into action.  

She reached down, tugging and pulling on the waistline on his jeans as he reached for hers, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. He inched the material down from her hips and she took over the rest of the way, freeing herself of her garment.

She leaned back against the wall, revealing that she wore no panties. She settled her eyes on him in a way that said she was ready to be taken.

Grayson made haste with his jeans until his erect cock was fully exposed. He kicked the garment free from his around his feet and closed in on her. He ravished her mouth as she raised one leg to rest high on his hip. Positioning his hand under her buttocks, he lifted her. 

She groaned in both delight and surprise. 

She’d had sex in the standing position only once before. It was an amazing experience. The strength, resilience and stamina the man exhibits in this position just oozed with undeniable masculinity. For her, it dialed up the heat to a level that could make her melt in his hands. 

She understood her sexuality long ago. She wasn’t one to be the dominator in sex. She loved being taken, controlled and manhandled a bit. And she loved being a petite form in the hands of a towering man.

Undoubtedly, he fit the bill to a tee.

He applied pressure against her body to hold her steady against the wall. With one hand, he positioned his cock at her wet pussy, tucking his head just within the sacred flesh lined by her plump and delicate lips. He kissed her madly, not allowing her one chance to catch her breath. His tongue dove deep and Noel opened her mouth wide to accept all that he wanted to take in of her. 

Suddenly, he tore his lips from hers. 


They gasped for breath.

He kept his eyes on her and reached for her hand. He entwined his fingers with hers and stretched out her arm above her head. 

Slowly, he entered her.

Her breath quickened its pace as her body molded around his thick cock, accepting his form as he glided in.

He buried himself, balls deep and held his position. 
T
hey took a moment to gaze into each other’s eyes. Unspoken words revealed their desire for one another. 

He pulled out slowly and drove himself home once again, this time with an unmistakable intensity.

And with that one move, he set the tone for his taking. 

Steady in rhythm and force, he fucked her as she wanted. 

They were raw, their bodies joining as one passionately and wildly. 

No restraint. No grace. 

From the depths of lust, they delved into their decadent flesh exchange.

Before she knew it, all of her sensory receptors were on high alert. 
I
t wasn’t just his cock filling her as she’d desired— it was each time he looked at her in the indescribable way, each time his breath blew hotter against her skin, and each time his moans grew deeper that pulled her to the edge. 

She released his hand and clawed at his face. She was about to come and she wanted him to know that he’d delivered her to ecstasy. 

As if understanding the silent words splashed across her face, Grayson pinned her against the concrete wall and fucked her rougher, each time grunting with animalistic need. As her moans echoed in the empty structure, he pushed deep into her one last time. 


The hallow space overflowed with the untamed sounds of sheer pleasure as they came simultaneously. 

Wow! If you want more of Grayson and Noel, make sure you get your own copy of 'Tis the Season for Seduction. In just SIX more days you'll be able to find it through many ebook outlets includiing All Romance ebooks, Smashwords, Amazon and in print through Createspace. 

To keep you on the edge of your seats just a bit longer, here's the video trailer that Maya created to showcase all the novellas. Make sure you come back tomorrow for an excerpt from May Water's "Ski Bunny Blues."

#FlashbackFriday: #Poetry Inspired an Entire Series for @dochappycamper #vampires #MyWANA

Welcome to Flashback Friday here at Sassy Vixen Publishing. This week in honor of NaNoWriMo, I thought I'd share the book of poetry that inspired the piece Tammy Dennings Maggy is working on this month.  This manuscript is called The First Borne (Kayne Legacy 1). It's the first novel depicting the tale of the first vampires, both sons of Adam. The entire story is outlined in the poetry book we published for her early this year. 

The Courtship of the Vampyre is a mere 37 pages in the print version, but it packs a huge punch. Not only does it outline the birth of the first vampires, it helps to tell the tale of Cain, the First Born of Adam. There is so much we don't know about him, only the stories passed down through the generations that label him the first murderer. 




But what if we have the story all wrong? What if his "curse" wasn't a punishment, but a sacred task given to him by The Three—Yeshua the Creator, The Goddess Fate, and their youngest brother Lucius the God of Trials and Tribulations. What if a curse was also laid upon another one of Adam's sons the same day Cain received his blessing?

All these questions and many more are answered in the new series by Tammy Dennings Maggy called The Kayne Legacy series.  The Courtship of the Vampyre is the companion to this series, helping to outline the entire history of Cain's life from the moment of the accidental death of his brother Abel, to the final battle he must face with his youngest brother Malachi. The First Borne (Kayne Legacy 1) will be out in the fall. 

Until then, here's the video trailer showcasing one of the poems from the collection that tells a bit of Cain's story. Hopefully this will be enough to hold you over until the first book in the series is released. If not, we invite you to pick up your very own copy of The  Courtship of the Vampyre and get lost in the world of the Guardians of the Night.

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#Cover Reveal for @Tawny_Savage #bigfoot #darkfantasy #erotica

Hello everyone! Welcome to Sassy Vixen Publishing. I'm Lia Michaels and one of the authors here. We're all excited to show off the new cover for our fellow Sassy Vixen, Tawny Savage. Her debut novella will be out in less than two weeks and I volunteered to do the reveal for her.

You see, while I write incredibly naughty and taboo material, Tawny takes it a step further. Her books are dark and often don't have a happily ever after. She doesn't write romance so don't go looking for it in her stories, but I have to tell you there are bits of romance in there, sort of. Well okay there's hot sex scenes between some of the most famous types of "monsters" we've all come to love/hate depending on how you look at things.

Well, enough of my chatter. Let me show you the cover our Sassy Vixen artists put together for Brigid's Blessing (The Bigfoot Chronicles).

Wild And Wicked #BookBlitz Continues for Author R.L.Kirk's New #Paranormal Adult #Romance Blackwood: Lily

It's the middle of the week and appropriately named Wild and Wicked Wednesday. What other day of the week can also lay claim to the nickname "Hump Day?"  Welcome to Sassy Vixen Publishing. Today we're participating in the book blitz celebration for R.L. Kirk's new release Blackwood: Lily This is actually the first book in the Blackwood wolves series so you don't want to miss getting this one for yourself.  If you love those hot blooded wolves, you're going to drool over Lily's story.  Let's take a look at it, shall we?

Blurb

Amidst a war of attrition and a struggle for power

Lily Blackwood is torn between two strong men...

One, Wallace is her perfect idea of a partner, loving, loyal and handsome. The second, Bryn, is her true mate, the man chosen for her by nature and her family. Denial and naivety for nature’s choice, sends her into a rage of independence against the laws of her own destiny, family and her own father.

Wallace Kirk is assigned to protect the beautiful Lily since her birth...

His loyalties are tearing him apart. His own mate, dead, taken from him, fills his thoughts as Lily begs for his attention. She needs him, but not as much as the wolf that prowls in her flesh.

Bryn Kemp's nature and need fill his flesh...

Yet his true mate, the woman chosen for him, denies her destiny. His battle for her and his own pride must overcome her feisty rebellious streak.


Both men must fight for her in the throes of oncoming battle and she must make the right choice. A decision that will shape the war.

Excerpt

“Night.” Waiting a few seconds, he waited until she slipped inside and closed the door. The lights were already on. Bryn turned and smiled, feeling warm inside. He sighed and sniffed the air. Despite his youth, he did have thirty odd years of experience, but his reactions just weren’t quick enough.

Before he could move, Wallace was in his face. “So, you decided to bring her home at long last Mr. Kemp, proud of yourself?”

“Wallace Kirk I presume, I expected you to be—”

“Bigger?”

“Better looking.” Bryn felt the heat against his face but didn’t relent, he stood his ground. Wallace was everything he expected and more. He could feel the raw power coming from him. It was so strong he felt he might waver. Bryn was six foot two, yet Wallace towered over him. There was a great deal of confidence too, hitting him in the face like a wave. However, Bryn never stood down, in his short wolf life he knew that to stand firm and strong was as good as any swing of a wayward fist. Wallace wasn’t going to intimidate him, he was determined to give as good as he got.

“Smart ass too, I like smart, but ass…no. I guess I’m going to have to drill some manners into you, boy.”

That particular word pissed Bryn off a little, yet this wolf facing him overwhelmed him. He knew if he used more than harsh words, he’d have harsh wounds to match. “I’m not a boy.”

“Compared to me, you’re a kid in nappies. Hell, you haven’t even reached the twinkle in your Daddy’s eyes yet. You’re thirty. That makes you my pup.”

Bryn’s lip curled at the edge. “There a point to this? I got her home safe.”

Wallace moved forward. “Good job you did. You decide to come back after spending a pitiful five years with her and expect to replace me, just like that.”

Bryn had no choice but to shift back to avoid being touched. “I was just—”

“Following orders pup, yeah sure. Lily is a young woman, she’s impressionable, thinks she’s ready for anything. Then you come along and her fucking hormones and her wolf are in turmoil. I sensed it earlier, she was out of control. You come here when she’s in heat, bringing her mate to the door in that big bold exterior, sending her emotions all over the place.”

“She is my mate, my chosen mate, Wallace. You have to live with it okay? You have to go, you have to move on and let Lily and I become one. Your time is done here. I’m sorry about what happened to you five years ago, I’m sorry your bitch was taken from you, but that’s not my fault or yours.”

Too late, Bryn felt himself hoisted up against the stone, lifted a foot off the floor.


“You don’t get it do yer? That isn’t a question smart ass, it’s a fact. I have protected her since the day she came out of her mother’s womb. I was always there, her big bad wolf, ready to die for her.”

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Author Bio

R.L. Kirk is the brain child of two authors, working together to bring you urban fantasy novels with a kick.

It has been quite a journey to get here, trying to find the right ingredients. A little action here, a bit of flirting there, an intense storyline with characters you want to be with.
Male characters with bite and females not afraid to go that extra mile.

R. L. Kirk a progression. Full length novels are coming, bigger ideas with bigger worlds.

R, a man with a need to get his world in print. A Yorkshire man, an accent to die for. Loves to work and dream, bringing both together. Loves listening to music and watching Game of Thrones and obsesses with Heisenberg.

L, a woman with writing dreams and ambition. Loves her daughter. Loves to read until she falls asleep. Loves Disneyland and making jewelry. Loves swimming and second hand book shops.

R. L. Kirk. Bringing imagination to life.

You can find R.L. Kirk on Facebook and their website.

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The House of Taboo

Author @dxluc Brings the #Fantasy to the Free For All #eroticromance #paranormal #futuristic

TGIF...Friday Fantasy Free For All to be precise. This is the day where we focus more on the fantasy involved in the writing world of our Sassy Vixen authors and those of our friends. This week we're excited to welcome back author D.X. Luc. She has another new release and this one is set in a futuristic world filled with odd flora and fauna...but that's only one portion of this fantasy world. You see, it's the 45th century and MEN are the weaker sex, except on this one island...

Here's the blurb...

In the year 4411, females dominate the world. Men are now the weaker sex and all roles have been reversed. 

Angela is an accomplished defense attorney and has grown up in a world dominated by women but she craves something more. She secretly yearns for a strong dominant man…not a simpering wimp.

Nestled on an island far from the world Angela knows are a group of mighty male Hunters. They're strong, dominate and sexy and each Hunter is waiting for the goddess Seraphim to grant him his mate. 


After waking from a drug induced sleep, Angela finds herself on this jungle island, playing a game of cat and mouse with Jadin... the sexiest man she's ever seen. He claims she's his, but she wants the right to choose. Will Angela be able to give into her hearts desires or will a lifetime of embedded teachings prevent her from having the man of her dreams? 

I bet you're all wondering what it would be like on a world where women ruled and men were the weaker sex...yeah I know that's what's really going on here and now, but in Angela's world the women don't control things from behind the scenes. hehehehe  To give you a little more of a idea of what life is like for some of the "weaker sex," here's a page from another character's journal.


Diary from the help

August 12th, 4411 a.w.w. IV

Ryland here, 

I'm feeling a bit on edge. I can't seem to get past what I've done. Sending women to the island for sport. It's just not right. But, Seraphim says that I'm a hero. That in me doing this, I'm helping people find love. Then why do I feel bad?

I guess I shouldn't. Love is so hard to come by in my city. Especially for someone like me. I'm different. I don't know why since I'm adopted. All I know is no woman thinks I'm a good enough candidate to duo-link with. 

Why can't I be soft and small like the other men here? I'm lonely. I guess it's a good thing that Seraphim took me in and helped me find work in any field. And since I'm a hero of sorts, I shouldn't be so mopey. 

I did get a new mop today, so that's exciting! 

But I do hope maybe one day, I'll have my queen who'll come and take me. It really sucks being an innocent still when many men my age have already married and had children! 

Well, off to clean. I have to get my chores done so I can watch another fantastic episode of New World Island. 


Later!

About the Author

An avid reader since I was a child, I never found a book I disliked. Mostly, you could find me lost in Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, or Ernest Hemingway, and my most favorite, Ancient Greek literature. Taking my love of books, I started writing poetry, short stories, and even helped with screen writes for my drama club.

By the time I was in my teens, my older sister introduced me to my first romance novel, The Hawk and the Dove by Virginia Henley. The moment I fell into the world of love, I was hooked, and my addiction for more grew until I found myself delving deeper into the erotic.

After being convinced that I had the skills to try my hand at writing, I went to work on my first story Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home. And since being published, I've not looked back.


Now, as a busy mom of three, that homeschools, drives to activities, and manages to find time to just take a breath, I have to say, I love being naughty when I get the chance. It's freeing and I wouldn't want it any other way! 

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One more thing before I go. D.X. will be on our sister blog Behind Closed Doors in just a few days (August 5th) for Oh My! Monday. Make sure you stop in for a steamy excerpt!

#TGIF @kendallmckenna is Back With Her New #Eroticromance Release The Final Line #manlove #LGBT #Marines

That's right it's FRIDAY and the start of what I hope is a fabulous weekend for everyone and the continuation of the holiday weekend for those of you who had yesterday off for The Fourth of July celebrations. 

In that vein, I'm excited to say I have one of Sassy Vixen's faves back again today. Author Kendall McKenna is a frequent guest here and on our sister blogs because basically she ROCKS. Not only does she write some of the HOTTEST male/male erotic romances I've ever read, she was one of the first authors in this genre that I chose to read. Before her books and those of our mutual friend Tyler Robbins, I had never read any where two males were the love interest pairings. Not that I had anything against it, I just didn't think it would appeal to me. 

I was wrong. So very, very wrong! LOL! Sure the sex is mind blowing, but it's the relationship between the characters that pulled me in from the get go and I haven't left since. Kendall can weave a tale with such detail, you'd think you were living it yourself. I'm not exaggerating here. Don't take my word for it. Sit back and listen to Kendall describe herself and her work and make up your own mind. I'll be right over here with the car running waiting to take you all to the Kindle Store to pick up your own copy of her new one The Final Line (The Recon Diaries 3).

Hello, readers, writers, and all around general lovers of smut! 

My name is Kendall McKenna, I write M/M Erotic Romance novels and novellas. I’m a frequent guest here, and it’s one of my favorite places to visit. 

I had a book release yesterday and guess what? 

I’m baaaaack!

If you have NOT had the pleasure of encountering me and exuberant man-love previously, I write accurate and realistic love stories about United States Marines. When I say realistic, I mean everything, from the way they talk to their combat situations. Mixed in with it all is a love story that’s never easy, but making it work is a part of the characters’ journeys.

Given that I write about U.S. Marines, both active duty and 1st Civ Div, July 4th was the perfect day for my latest title to be released. The Final Line is Book #3 of The Recon Diaries. It’s about an active duty Recon Marine who is not only embroiled in a mystery, but suffering from a fairly severe case of Post Traumatic Stress. 

Blurb

Staff Sergeant Corey Yarwood is an instructor at the Basic Reconnaissance Course. His last deployment ended in horror, but he can’t remember those events. Battling severe PTSD, Corey’s drinking is growing out of control. 

Sean Chandler walks into a dive bar, and into Corey’s life. An actor and a musician, Sean has the empathy and compassion to sooth Corey’s pain, and the strength to support him as he struggles to heal. 

Corey’s lost memories are pivotal to a civilian murder, and a military investigation. Remembering could mean salvation, or destruction. Will the truth be too much for Sean to handle?

I can see you rolling your eyes. What does any of this have to do with fantasies? It sounds like it’s all reality based! Marines, combat, PTS, blech! 


Except that it’s all fantasy! It’s my fantasy of how things could be, should be for active duty military. They don’t experience any hostility or prejudice for being gay. Their friends love, support and accept them. Their problems all work out in their favor. 
Corey, the main character in The Final Line, suffers from PTS. He easily seeks out and receives treatment. It gets in the way of a burgeoning relationship, but they’re both adults and they deal with his issues rationally. Corey experiences some erectile dysfunction, but then he just takes a little blue pill. It’s my fantasy of a nearly perfect world. 

I’m not naïve. I know how things really work. Veterans come back unable to maintain relationships. The VA is so backlogged, they have difficulty getting treatment. Some of the most effective treatments aren’t condoned by the VA, so they’re difficult to access. Here’s the deal, though; if I keep writing stories about the way things should be, and readers become comfortable with it, maybe they’ll come to expect it. If one reader comes face to face with a warrior suffering from PTS and thinks about Corey and extends some compassion to that warrior, instead of turning away, then I’ve been successful. If my story prompts you to make a donation to Battle Buddies, several people win. If a reader finds him or herself in a relationship with a struggling Vet, maybe Corey’s story will make them take a moment to stop, think, and react differently. 

There is also a physical symptom a lot of Vets experience that has a stigma attached: erectile dysfunction. We make jokes about little blue pills, and Corey even acknowledges the misuse of them, but it’s something that we all need to treat with some sensitivity. And Sean makes a mistake in that regard, because he’s human. 

Excerpt

Returning to the bedroom, Corey reached into the side pocket of his ruck. He retrieved the tall bottle of lubricant, a strip of condoms, and the hazel prescription bottle. Corey poured a Viagra into his palm and returned the bottle to his bag. 

Corey tried to be discreet when he returned to the living room and used the last of his soda to wash down the pill. 

“So I’ve got about twenty, thirty minutes to get you turned on?” Sean asked from his seat on the ottoman, running his palms up and down his thighs.

Corey’s heated blood chilled at Sean’s words. That’s what he’d been afraid of. He stepped in front of Sean again. Corey knelt on the ottoman, straddling Sean’s hips. He pressed his stomach to Sean’s warm chest. Sean looked up at him, pupils still blown wide with desire. Corey cradled his head with both hands and looked down into his beautiful eyes. 

“I’m already turned on. I’ve been turned on since I got here. I can’t get any more turned on,” he said slowly and carefully, making sure Sean understood. “My head is fucked up and sometimes it fucks up my body, too. That pill just lets my dick catch up to what my brain already knows.”

Sean frowned as Corey spoke, until understanding smoothed his features. He lifted his arms and wrapped them around Corey’s hips, pressing his face to Corey’s belly. “No, I know that. I’m sorry, I said that all wrong.” Sean placed warm kisses along 
Corey’s stomach, nipping at his hip bones. “I meant that I have some time to lick and suck you, before you get close to coming.”

Corey slid his hands down Sean’s chest until he gripped his rib cage. Sean’s hands slid down to grasp Corey’s ass. Sean turned his face upward again, he looked at Corey with a hungry expression. Corey leaned over and lowered his head. He dragged his tongue over Sean’s lower lip, teasing Sean into responding in kind. 

Corey licked at Sean, rubbed their tongue together and enjoyed 
Sean’s taste. Sean strained upward into and against Corey’s body. He breathed heavily, trying to push their mouths together and eagerly licking his tongue against Corey’s. 

Sean pulled back hastily, his hands coming around to open Corey’s jeans. Reaching into his briefs, Sean gently pulled Corey’s soft cock out into the cooler air. Corey slid off the ottoman and rose to his feet. He gasped when Sean’s warm, wet mouth slid all the way down his length. He carded his fingers through Sean’s soft hair, finally curling his hands into fists. 

He watched Sean suck hard on him, drawing back and stretching Corey’s cock as he did. Sean tongued him, flicking the tip into Corey’s slit and circling around just the head. Sean easily buried his face in the sparse, pale hairs at the base of Corey’s dick and he stayed there, breathing deeply with no effort at all. 

It felt so fucking good. It wasn’t like Corey had expected. It felt like it did when he had a hard-on, but without the same urgency. He enjoyed the feel of himself inside the tight heat of Sean’s mouth, but Corey didn’t have the same overwhelming desire to push his hips forward. 

Sean pulled off and Corey’s flaccid cock hung downward, nestling against the coarse hair. Gently, Sean eased Corey’s ball sac out of his briefs and cradled them. He glanced briefly at Corey’s face, his expression momentarily unguarded. 

Corey didn’t like the pain in Sean’s eyes, knowing he was the reason Sean believed he had failed. Corey used his hands in Sean’s hair to pull his head back. Sean groaned, his neck arching, his eyelids heavy. When Sean’s mouth fell open on his groan, Corey almost forgot what he meant to say. He wanted to press Sean into the ottoman and devour his mouth. 

“That feels so fucking good,” Corey said, keeping his voice low and suggestive. “You have the best mouth, and I love having it on me.”

Sean’s fingers curled tightly into Corey’s hips. Relief colored his expression, but only because Corey was looking for it. “Is there anything you need me to do to help?”

Corey gave in to his urge and leaned down to give Sean a deep, hard kiss. Their lips slid together wetly and Corey pushed his tongue in and licked at Sean’s. Sean moaned into Corey’s mouth, his fingers tightening on Corey’s hips. 

Breaking the kiss with a wet smack, Corey pushed Sean backward onto the ottoman, climbing on top of him and straddling his hips. Corey took one of Sean’s hands and pressed his palm flat to Corey’s chest, beneath his dog tags. “Feel that?” he asked breathlessly. “Feel how you make my heart race?”

Sean nodded silently. 

“Ignore the way my dick is being stubborn,” Corey continued. He dropped down over Sean’s body, his tags falling across Sean’s chest, and fused their mouths. He held Sean’s palm against him, both hands wrapped around Sean’s wrist. 

And that’s some insight into my perfect fantasy world! But have fun fantasies, too! Did anyone read my fetish post on one of the other blogs? Two words…DOG TAGS!




Free of his clothing, Sean planted his feet flat on the ottoman and let his thighs fall open enticingly. Corey smiled at him, fully aware of what Sean was doing. He knelt on the floor, reaching between Sean’s legs and gripping his waist firmly. Sean wrapped his hands around Corey’s wrists. 

When he leaned over to lick at each of Sean’s hip bones, Corey’s tags fell between Sean’s thighs and lay against his semi-hard cock. Corey gripped them and flicked them over his shoulder so they rested against his own back. 

“That’s okay, but don’t you fucking dare take those things off,” Sean gasped fiercely, his hips pushing upward into Corey. 

Corey looked up at Sean in surprise. He was used to being asked to remove them because they were always in the way. Sean’s adamant demand that Corey leave his tags on made his chest tighten. He’d thought he’d never find such easy acceptance from anyone except another Marine. 

Smiling at Sean, Corey lowered his head and nuzzled at the musk-scented hair at the base of Sean’s cock. He felt it twitch against his cheek, filling just a little more with blood. Corey fumbled around, searching for the bottle of lube. His fingers closed around it and he opened the lid with a soft click. He slicked a single finger of one hand. 

You can read more about The Final Line, as well as the first two books in The Recon Diaries, at my website: www.kendallmckenna.com. You’ll find buy links, as well as links to Facebook and Twitter.

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