Friday, August 1, 2014

Guest Blogger - Miranda Marks Abducted to Oz

I really enjoyed this fun romp through Oz.  If you're truly familiar with the story and you like some heat in the pages, I think you'll love this sexy mfmm menage. - AOH

Great-grandma Dorothy’s tall tales of Oz were much more honest than Dani ever could’ve expected.

Captured by the Wicked Witch, Dani’s dragged out of Nowhere, Kansas kicking and screaming. She’d been craving adventure, but this wasn’t what she had in mind—especially when the witch plans to use her as bait before killing her.

Lane, Tinan, and Brody had been searching for their queen—the descendant of Princess Ozma and the true ruler of Oz—but the witch got to her before they could tell her the truth. The three have to work together to bring Dani to safety, and help her defeat the Wicked Witch in order to save Oz.

In order for her powers to awaken, the three men have to claim Dani and make her theirs, but will Dani choose them and save the land she thought was simply a fairy tale?

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Dani glanced up and Tinan still watched them from the end of the bed. She pulled from the other two men, crawling over Brody to get off the bed. Walking to the end, she reached the front of Tinan’s pants and cupped his hard cock. “Why aren’t you coming to bed?”

His jaw tight, he turned to stare at her. “Is this really what you want? You told me otherwise not all that long ago.”

Tinan’s question stopped her short. He was offering her an out, a way to put on the breaks, no matter how her body raged. The fact he was willing to forego his need for her only made her want him all the more. “I ache.”

“I know you do. But fully answering that ache means you’re tying yourself to us forever,” he answered. “We can help ease your need and allow your head to clear.”

“And open her to the witch’s wrath,” Lane said from the bed. “Her only protection is to bind herself to us.”

Brody agreed. “She doesn’t know the lengths the witch will go to end her life. A life with us is better than none at all.”

“But it has to be her choice,” Tinan roared. “She’s caught in the clutches of the mating call. She can’t think clearly, and I won’t take advantage of her. And I won’t let you two, either.”

Some of what Tinan said made so much sense, but the throbbing of her body took over. “I don’t care,” she moaned. “Just make it stop.”

Lane pulled her back into the bed, drawing her back between him and Brody. Both men alternated kissing her and fondling her body as Tinan finally climbed on the bed. He stopped between her thighs, glancing up at her before lowering to lick between her folds.

Monday, July 21, 2014

My First RWA Conference

Aliyah Burke and I are more than likely up in the air, flying from our home state of Virginia and on our way to San Antonio Texas for my very first Romance Writer's of America Conference.  I'm more than a little nervous, but after we attended RT in New Orleans this May, I'm feeling a little more confident and truly excited to meet more authors and learn a thing or two.

And the Riverwalk!  I can't wait to see San Antonio.

Hopefully we'll take a lot away from this trip and get ready to see lots of SA pics on my Facebook page as I share this adventure with you guys.

Let's see where the muse takes me this adventure :)

Friday, July 18, 2014

Guest Blogger: Victoria Vallo

While MM isn't everyone's cuppa, Victoria Vallo is an amazing author who I can't help sharing here.  More Than a Fantasy is her newest release and you can check out the blurb and excerpt below.

Joel returns to his old high school twenty years after graduating, now a successful author and eager to give back to the community. He’s also excited about reconnecting with one of the teachers, the man who unknowingly changed his life forever, the man who has lingered in his dreams and fueled his imagination all these years.


Damien had never moved in the same circles as Joel. He’d been a brooding loner with few friends and had frequently suffered abuse for being openly gay. He can hardly believe his former crush is not only gay but also interested in him. But as he learns more about Joel, he begins to wonder if what they have is real or if it’s nothing more than Joel trying to live out some fantasy that will do nothing but hurt them both.


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Damien thanked the coffee shop owner for not kicking them out as he and Joel left hours later. They crossed 18th Street and found that their cars were the only ones left in Tre Ragazzi’s parking lot.

Damien checked his watch again. “Looks like my students will be doing busy work tomorrow so I can hide in the corner and sleep.”

Joel checked his phone. “Wow, it is late.” Slipping his phone back in his pocket, he moved closer. “But I had a great time.”

“I did too.” Damien wanted to throw Joel up against the car and absolutely ravish his mouth, but even with most everything closed, lots of cars still drove by. He walked to his car and unlocked it, opening the back door.

Joel came closer but didn’t get inside.

Damien leaned in and whispered, “Get in there so I can kiss you properly without half the city honking at us.”

Joel turned, their lips almost touching. “Yes, sir.” Then he climbed in and scooted across the seat.

That response had Damien hard, but he tried to calm himself. He got into the car gingerly and shut the door. He wanted far more than a kiss, but he’d had an amazing time simply talking with Joel. He wanted another date and then another. He knew now that he had to have more than a brief indulgence in old fantasies.

Joel moved closer, and they both reached for each other. Damien finally got to touch Joel’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he’d always imagined. Their lips met gently at first, and Joel’s hands moved all over him. Damien opened up to deepen the kiss, and the clash of tongues made him sigh. Joel’s hands slid up and down his chest, and then one went down to his cock.

Damien broke the kiss. “I really just wanted to kiss you. Ignore it.”

Joel laughed. “I thought we came to the conclusion that ignoring things was bad.” He gazed into Damien’s eyes, looking so sexy and eager. “We’re not teenagers anymore, and I want to suck you.”

Damien’s cock jerked, and Joel looked down. His fingers caressed Damien again, and then he began unzipping Damien’s pants. He had Damien’s cock free in no time, and then he got on the floor of the car. Damien glanced around, but they seemed to be completely alone. He’d always imagined he would be the one servicing Joel, which only made this moment that much more amazing. Joel pumped him and then began suckling the head. He went slowly, pushing Damien’s lust higher and higher. Gradually, he took more and more until Damien’s cock entered his throat.

Damien cried out and gripped Joel’s shoulders. “You’re gonna make me come.”

Joel licked along the underside and quickened his pace. The pressure built, and Damien tried to hold back. Joel slowed again, his movements so sensual. No one had sucked Damien like this in years. He arched to meet Joel’s movements, and Joel’s hands rubbed his thighs in an encouraging way.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Crave(Younger Men, Wiser Women, 1)

As I approached the dreaded forty, I really had this sense of my life as a vibrant, sensual woman being over.  There's this idea that had been embedded in my head that 40 was the start of becoming OLD.

Yes, there are a few crow's feet starting to take up residence at the corner of my eyes.  Yes, things are starting to happen to my body that no one told me would happen as I aged.

But the last thing I feel at 40 is old.

And I wanted to celebrate that.  So, I came up with the idea for the Younger Men, Wiser Women series.  It's about women who are around that turning point in their lives, approaching forty or just past the marker realizing they're still sensual creatures and handsome, younger men are the ones who re-awaken that fire within.

Who doesn't like a hot little cougar bait?

The first in the series is Crave.  I hope you enjoy!

Frigid. That’s what Gemma Grayson’s ex-husband called her when she caught him in bed with another woman. She wasn’t frigid, just career-focused. She was well on her way to making partner by forty and that’s better than sex any day, isn’t it?
Yet the term haunts her and the need to prove her ex wrong drives her to the edge of ruin.
P.I. Jonas Anderson was sent to ruin her career. Only, he’s not onboard with the plan, and once he realizes she’s the woman he’s been fantasizing about for months, his only desire is to protect her – of course, that’s after he has her writhing under him.
When Gemma finds out why he’s truly there, can she recover from another betrayal?

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Gemma could do this. She could play the wanton and prove she wasn’t as ice-cold as some people claimed her to be.

She stopped in to the hotel shop and started looking for a swimsuit, heading for the safe, mild one-pieces straight out of the box. Suddenly, the staid and safe suits she typically wore just weren’t right. If she was going to play the wanton, she needed to dress the part. Gemma looked over her shoulder and saw a rack of bikinis, tiny scraps of material that she’d never consider at home. She walked up and pushed through the little black sexy bits and found one in her size.

As Gemma was lifting it up for her perusal, a clerk headed over after finishing with another guest. “That would look wonderful on you,” she said brightly. “Would you like to try it on?”

“She would,” a male voice said behind her.

Gemma turned to see Jonas standing behind her, a fire burning in his eyes. Her heart shuddered in her chest, and the butterflies came back to twist in her stomach. He was shirtless, showing off a muscled chest and set of shoulders that belonged on a statue. His board shorts hung low on his hips, the etched hipbones pushing out above the fabric making her weak-kneed. Yes, if she was going to be a wanton hussy, this was most definitely the man to be wanton with. She fought the smile coming to her lips. “What are you doing here?”

“I was heading for the bar and saw you in here with that bikini in your hand and…felt compelled…to see you try it on.”

Breathing was becoming very difficult. Her nipples pebbled under the thin summer dress she’d thrown on to head down for her massage, and she knew the material was thin enough for him to see. When his stare dipped down and back up, a wolfish smile altered his handsome looks back into that predatory stare she’d seen in the elevator.

Six months ago, he’d had a hint of danger to him. Now, he was downright wicked.

“I can show you…and your friend…into the fitting rooms,” the clerk said carefully.

“Lead the way,” Jonas said to the young woman.

Gemma knew she shouldn’t, but the temptation was just too great. She craved the attention he was giving her, not realizing just how hungry she was for it. After being alone for so long, she felt awkward in the situation, yet it felt so right all at the same time. She wanted to show off to Jonas, even if her body was that of an almost forty year old.

Jonas walked closer and as soon as he was almost on top of her, Gemma turned to follow the clerk as well before he got too close and made her lose her damned mind.

The woman pulled the key from around her wrist and began opening a louvered door. “Sir, you can sit out here while she tries it on,” she said, pointing to a seat across from the door. The woman eyed Jonas closely once she turned around. Then she turned to Gemma. “If you need anything—a new size, a different color—just yell and I’ll be there to help.”

Another guest walked into the shop as Gemma glanced at the clerk and smiled. “Thank you,” she said, hoping the other guest would make the clerk a little less attentive. A thought had popped into Gemma’s head as she’d walked back there. She planned on giving Jonas a show once she got the bikini on, one she didn’t need an audience for.

Gemma looked over her shoulder and peeked at Jonas. He lounged languidly in the chair, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her enter. She closed the door with shaking fingers and took a deep breath before she began pulling her sundress off. Once she’d gotten rid of her dress, she slipped the bikini on over her panties, which she realized were too close to being granny panties. The bikini fit fine, so she shucked the underwear and knew she’d just paid—she checked the tag—two hundred dollars for two little bits of cloth. Closing her eyes, she laughed at the expense, knowing she was most definitely not thinking clearly.

The price might be worth it, if it got the reaction she was hoping for. She gazed at herself in the full-length mirror and had to admit that the early morning runs she’d been doing since college were about to finally pay dividends. Her body wasn’t perfect; her tummy was just a little rounded, and her thighs weren’t super trim. She wasn’t going to let that stop her. She was a curvy woman, who was real. Better than a stick-thin model wannabe.

Yet she was used to business suits and covering herself in a veritable armor as she walked into courtrooms and conference rooms. Walking out into the world with barely two slips of fabric on was so far out of her comfort zone, it was scary.

Courage. You can do this. He wants you.

“What do you think? Is this the one?” she asked, trying to get a better read on his response.

Jonas’ smile returned slowly, the rapacious gleam filling his eyes. “I think you look good enough to eat.”

She hoped Jonas didn’t see her womanly body and turn around and run away. This would definitely be a moment of truth. Her hand hovered over the knob, her heart beating fiercely in her ears. Gemma took a calming breath and turned the handle and eased through the door.

Jonas stared, his smile slowly slipping from his lips. Doubt filled her as his expression became a blank mask. He lifted his eyes to hers, heat firing in them. A rush of relief filled her as lust settled in his face.

Up Next in the Younger Men, Wiser Women Series is YIELD.  Look for it later in 2014!

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Guest Blogger: AD Marrow

AD Marrow just released her title, A Lick of Flame.  Guys, I've read this awesome MC Paranormal and it's something special.  Ms. Marrow has a way with words and her hero, muah, scrumptious!  ALoF is the first in her new MC Club, Kill Devil Crew, series and she certainly starts it off with a bang!
Check out the blurb and excerpt below.


In the battle between good and evil, there are angels, there are demons… and then there's Dane Mason.

President of the Kill Devil Crew, his fighting skills are legendary both in Heaven and Hell. When a high ranking demon taps him for a prime spot down under, Dane must pull out all the stops to protect the town of Graves Hollow but more importantly, to save the soul of the one woman he can't live without.

Where Dane destroys, Emme Rooney heals. Physician’s Assistant Emme sews up the members of Kill Devil Crew when the things that go bump in the night lash out. Dane knows loving him could get her killed, but her hands on his body sends him reeling out of control.

Dane pushes her away time and time again, only to be drawn back to her flame. Will his desire blind him to the real danger surrounding him?


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“Don’t ever think that you aren’t wanted, Emme.” Dane’s mouth lowered to her ear. His lips moved against it as he spoke. “You are. More than anything. I want you in my bed. I want my mouth on you. I want my heart with you.” He placed both of his hands on the side of her face, lifting it so that her eyes met his. “Emme, I…”

Dane’s mouth lowered to hers in a quick and passionate kiss. His tongue teased at her lips, making her open her mouth. She was greedy, pulling it in, her tongue dancing with his in a frantically heated exchange. Her fingers gripped his side, her nails digging into his skin, and the knot in her belly twisted when she heard him groan.

She brought her fingers up over his abdomen, the ripples on his belly setting fire to her fingers. His mouth grew hungrier and the sharp intake of his breath mixed with the occasional deep, rumbling moan made her almost lose her head.

Almost.

When her palms reached the planes of his chest, she gave him a gentle push. The first time, he didn’t realize what she was doing, so she gave him another. Her head was swimming, and her body was nearly liquid. But there was nothing on the other side of the hot make-out session aside from the inability to sit down without wincing for at least a day and a more than fractured heart. It had to stop before it was too late to escape with anything left of her emotions intact.

“Dane, I can’t,” she managed to whisper against his mouth.

He pulled away from her, his lips swollen and glistening. “What?” His voice was raspy and he looked confused.

“I,” she stopped to try to catch her breath. “I want this more than anything, But –”

“But nothing,” he said, his breath still labored.

“No,” she breathed out. With what little space she had put between them, she snaked her way out from his grasp and moved towards the door. “I can’t be with you like this. I can’t just do what we did last Christmas and walk away like nothing happened. I can’t do that again.”

Dane turned around and took a few steps towards her, leaving just enough space for her to take him all in. His big hands resting on his hips, just where his almost too damn tiny boxer briefs hit. He was still hard as a rock from head to toe, and the black cotton did little to hide the fact that he was more than a little hard elsewhere.

“And exactly what is it we did last Christmas, Emme?”

Images of the dark clubhouse lit up with flashing colored lights played in her head like a movie. She remembered walking into the club, Dirty Santa gift in hand, and God help her, she zeroed in on Dane like a heat-seeking missile. He sat in the corner of the room, drink in hand, lording over the club like it was an old Viking hall. After a few cocktails, she screwed up the courage to talk to him. Once the conversation started, it didn’t stop.

Neither of them noticed the rest of the club members watching them interact. What she did notice was the way his knee got closer to hers underneath the table, and the way his fingers caressed the outside of his glass. She wasn’t sure who started it or what was said, but the sexual tension between them was so thick, it could have been cut with a knife.

Then he invited her to the garage.

Dane flipped on the lights, the fluorescent bulbs humming as, one by one, they illuminated the slew of bikes. A massive exhaust fan in the sidewall kicked to life. He grabbed her hand and walked her to the very far end of the black and chrome line.

“This one is mine,” he said as he stopped in front of a matte black machine that was so menacing, it could have only been his. He pulled her back against his front, the feel of his hard body making the breath catch in her chest. She could only imagine what it would feel like under her fingers. Those long fingers that she’d studied for so long started to trace electric lines on her arms, ever so gently.

“Do you want to go for a ride?” he said. His lips were just at the edge of her ear, and his mouth was soft against it as the words came out as barely a whisper.

“You only have one seat,” she barely breathed out. “And it’s freezing outside.”

“I didn’t plan on leaving the garage,” he said, pulling her over to the side of the bike. Effortlessly, he stepped on the kickstart, and it roared in the space. Setting his drink down on a nearby metal cart, he straddled the bike and twisted the throttle, sending a loud rattle into the air.

Dane patted the seat in front of him and without so much as a titter of hesitation, she obliged, sliding onto the small leather seat and cradling herself between his heavy thighs.

The gentle vibration of the bike beneath her was nice, but what lit her skin on fire was the feel of him behind her, his thick arms threading underneath hers, caging her in between him and the thousand-pound monster. She closed her eyes as his lips made contact with the back of her neck. With every gentle touch on her flesh, he twisted the throttle ever so gently.

Even over the noise, she could hear him say to her, “Hang on tight, Emme.”

He pulled back the throttle again, and this time, the beating of the engine between her thighs sent shock waves through her. Dane would pull back, revving the engine just enough to make her crazy and then ease off until the motor idled. Then, when she was almost calm, he would do it again. Up until that point in her life, she’d never been so horny or come so hard in her entire life.

Well, until they left the garage and went to his bedroom.

Thursday, June 26, 2014

New Release: Crave (Younger Men, Wiser Women) by Alexandra O'Hurley

Hellllllo....new release!  Can I say that I f*cking love this cover?  Yeah, it's so sexy that I'm cursing it up here.  But then, after the day I've had -- the washer broke down, repairman coming, already had another repairman coming for my sliding glass door, and then, don't even start up on the fact the house is trashed, I've got a ton of work to do...and the list goes on.

But then, who doesn't have a list a mile wide of things they're supposed to do?

That's where romance novels come in -- ESCAPE!  All the crap you have to do will still be there tomorrow and right now, maybe it's a good time to escape all the issues and just read some smutty romance.  And let's have a sexy younger hero to make it even better...

Frigid. That’s what Gemma Grayson’s ex-husband called her when she caught him in bed with another woman. She wasn’t frigid, just career-focused. She was well on her way to making partner by forty and that’s better than sex any day, isn’t it?

Yet the term haunts her and the need to prove her ex wrong drives her to the edge of ruin.

P.I. Jonas Anderson was sent to ruin her career. Only, he’s not onboard with the plan, and once he realizes she’s the woman he’s been fantasizing about for months, his only desire is to protect her – of course, that’s after he has her writhing under him.

When Gemma finds out why he’s truly there, can she recover from another betrayal? 


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*Make sure you check out my cover reveal next week for YIELD -- the next book in the 
Younger Men, Wiser Women Series*


Gemma could do this. She could play the wanton and prove she wasn’t as ice-cold as some people claimed her to be.

She stopped in to the hotel shop and started looking for a swimsuit, heading for the safe, mild one-pieces straight out of the box. Suddenly, the staid and safe suits she typically wore just weren’t right. If she was going to play the wanton, she needed to dress the part. Gemma looked over her shoulder and saw a rack of bikinis, tiny scraps of material that she’d never consider at home. She walked up and pushed through the little black sexy bits and found one in her size. 

As Gemma was lifting it up for her perusal, a clerk headed over after finishing with another guest. “That would look wonderful on you,” she said brightly. “Would you like to try it on?”

“She would,” a male voice said behind her.

Gemma turned to see Jonas standing behind her, a fire burning in his eyes. Her heart shuddered in her chest, and the butterflies came back to twist in her stomach. He was shirtless, showing off a muscled chest and set of shoulders that belonged on a statue. His board shorts hung low on his hips, the etched hipbones pushing out above the fabric making her weak-kneed. Yes, if she was going to be a wanton hussy, this was most definitely the man to be wanton with. She fought the smile coming to her lips. “What are you doing here?”

“I was heading for the bar and saw you in here with that bikini in your hand and…felt compelled…to see you try it on.”

Breathing was becoming very difficult. Her nipples pebbled under the thin summer dress she’d thrown on to head down for her massage, and she knew the material was thin enough for him to see. When his stare dipped down and back up, a wolfish smile altered his handsome looks back into that predatory stare she’d seen in the elevator.

Six months ago, he’d had a hint of danger to him. Now, he was downright wicked.

“I can show you…and your friend…into the fitting rooms,” the clerk said carefully.

“Lead the way,” Jonas said to the young woman.

Gemma knew she shouldn’t, but the temptation was just too great. She craved the attention he was giving her, not realizing just how hungry she was for it. After being alone for so long, she felt awkward in the situation, yet it felt so right all at the same time. She wanted to show off to Jonas, even if her body was that of an almost forty year old. 

Jonas walked closer and as soon as he was almost on top of her, Gemma turned to follow the clerk as well before he got too close and made her lose her damned mind.

The woman pulled the key from around her wrist and began opening a louvered door. “Sir, you can sit out here while she tries it on,” she said, pointing to a seat across from the door. The woman eyed Jonas closely once she turned around. Then she turned to Gemma. “If you need anything—a new size, a different color—just yell and I’ll be there to help.”

Another guest walked into the shop as Gemma glanced at the clerk and smiled. “Thank you,” she said, hoping the other guest would make the clerk a little less attentive. A thought had popped into Gemma’s head as she’d walked back there. She planned on giving Jonas a show once she got the bikini on, one she didn’t need an audience for.

Gemma looked over her shoulder and peeked at Jonas. He lounged languidly in the chair, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her enter. She closed the door with shaking fingers and took a deep breath before she began pulling her sundress off. Once she’d gotten rid of her dress, she slipped the bikini on over her panties, which she realized were too close to being granny panties. The bikini fit fine, so she shucked the underwear and knew she’d just paid—she checked the tag—two hundred dollars for two little bits of cloth. Closing her eyes, she laughed at the expense, knowing she was most definitely not thinking clearly.

The price might be worth it, if it got the reaction she was hoping for. She gazed at herself in the full-length mirror and had to admit that the early morning runs she’d been doing since college were about to finally pay dividends. Her body wasn’t perfect; her tummy was just a little rounded, and her thighs weren’t super trim. She wasn’t going to let that stop her. She was a curvy woman, who was real. Better than a stick-thin model wannabe.

Yet she was used to business suits and covering herself in a veritable armor as she walked into courtrooms and conference rooms. Walking out into the world with barely two slips of fabric on was so far out of her comfort zone, it was scary.

Courage. You can do this. He wants you.

She hoped Jonas didn’t see her womanly body and turn around and run away. This would definitely be a moment of truth. Her hand hovered over the knob, her heart beating fiercely in her ears. Gemma took a calming breath and turned the handle and eased through the door.

Jonas stared, his smile slowly slipping from his lips. Doubt filled her as his expression became a blank mask. He lifted his eyes to hers, heat firing in them. A rush of relief filled her as lust settled in his face. 

“What do you think? Is this the one?” she asked, trying to get a better read on his response.

Jonas’ smile returned slowly, the rapacious gleam filling his eyes. “I think you look good enough to eat.”