Could you be more creepy for me, please? #PNR #Howloween hop

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Come on. Give a girl some creepy! Not too much creepy, though. Don’t hit my eewww factor for instance. I’m not big on zombies or rotting corpses, just don’t find them very sexy. And no body count movies either. Nuh uh. Maybe I’ve watched too much scifi in my day, but an old empty space station is totally creepy to me. You never know what’s lurking around the next corner…

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Speaking of dark corners, empty houses can be creepy too. Or vast desolate places like an open plain where you can see for miles but you’re so alone. Sometimes, being deep in the woods is scary too. Our human history is filled with stories about how creepy the forest is alone. I can’t say that I disagree! Same with fog. This foggy shot of a cemetery is especially eerie:

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So there’s lots of different things that can creep us out. But for sexy creepy, as in romance, I think there is a tighter line. We don’t want smelly, bloody, and totally weird Paranormal Romance heroes. It’s true, we love a little bite, but we want the guy doing the biting to be hot! Sorta like this one:

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Now, he could use a little bit of creepy don’t you think? :) I sure do. Maybe a set of fangs would help! Speaking of fangs….

For this blog hop I’m giving away a .pdf copy of Darkest Magic, my latest book from Decadent Publishing. Here’s more about it:

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Nik Epperstein’s alpha lost his mate two years ago and took an evil witch as his new bride. Ever since then, Eli’s leadership has become violent, bordering on insane. When Eli attacks him, Nik’s healing powers mysteriously vanish. He can’t defend himself, nor protect the wolf he secretly loves. Only through the help of a foul-mouthed witch and an overly-dramatic dwarf will he save her – but their assistance comes at a price.

 

Caroline has tried for two years to lure Nik into her bed and can’t understand his hesitation.  After all, she senses their mating bond loud and clear. Then Nik disappears. She confronts her father who tells her Nik is dead, and she’s next on his chopping block.  Without Nik to protect her, she flees the pack and is kidnapped by a man half her size.

 

Reunited at last, the young wolves have one last chance to ignite their bond. But love must wait when battle looms. Eli and his wife attack, and aren’t above using dirty tricks to win. If Nik and Caroline survive the battle, the dwarf and his wife will require them to make a promise that will change their lives forever…

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new release #MM by @vsmorgan1 from @decadentpub wolf #shifter #PNR with #giveaway

Title: Hunter’s Mark
Author: V.S. Morgan
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Length: 74 pages
Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic I/R M/M Paranormal Romance

 

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Release Date October 10, 2014

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Blurb:

Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.

 

Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters.

 

Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care?

 

 

 

 

BFT_VSMorgan_HuntersMark_300x450Excerpt:

He stepped closer to Casey’s stall but stumbled over something small and furry. The toe of one Birkenstock caught on a clump of grass as he attempted not to trample the little beast, and he ass-planted with said beast jumping onto his chest to give him a broad doggie smile.

His buddy laughed piss-your-pants-hard in his ear. Fuck a duck.

“Miss Priscilla!”

The target he’d worked so hard to observe remotely sank to the ground between his sprawled-out legs, peeling the tiny hairball off his chest and setting it on the ground.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Big blue eyes fringed with long, pale lashes scanned his body while strong yet gentle hands moved over his ankles and legs, searching for an injury. Oh, a toucher. His wolf basked in the tactile attention. His breath hitched as those hands glided past his knees and skimmed his thighs.

Damn, he needed to get laid after this assignment.

“Oh, my, what a li’l sweetie. Look at those freckles! I wonder if he’s got them everywhere. I’d like to lick them,” Rex crowed in his ear.

He growled.

The other man chortled. “Possessive, much?”

He inhaled deeply, only to be slammed with the force of a Mack truck. Strawberries on a warm summer’s day and fresh-cut grass—shit, his target smelled delicious. He took another breath, and his brain reeled. He’s a wolf shifter, too? Fuck.

Casey’s brows furrowed. “Where are you hurt?”

He forced a smile. “I’m fine. No worries.”

Casey returned the smile, his wide and high beam combined with sparkling eyes. Hunter stared as warmth wrapped around him like a blanket. He had no ammo against such a happy, open expression. The guy freaking glowed.

 

 

About the Author:

V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She’s been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters – even for two hot men – because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/m and m/f with heart. She plans to branch into fantasy and sci fi romance, as well.

V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.

 

Website: http://www.vsmorgan.com

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Twitter: @vsmorgan1

 

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#MasturbationMonday Double the Fantasy #Menage #erotic excerpt

 

I am still narrowing down the name on this one. I am making progress though and got 2/3 of the way through edits today. :) Very soon I will be done, little darlings. Verra soon!

So, in the last Masturbation Monday I think we did the first theater scene. Yep, there’s a second one. Betcha didn’t know that didja? Ha! Gotta keep you guessing, that’s my job!

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At my side, Kelly lets out a breathy moan.

I’m more than happy to let her watch me fuck my wife and set a steady pace, all the while cognizant that I’m going to come far sooner than I desire.

Charleen’s gaze finds mine and in it I see that she wants me to take control. I still Charleen’s hips, curve my hand around Kelly’s backside and bring her closer. “She comes first, then you.”

My wife opens her mouth to protest, but instead obeys. With her hand still buried between Kelly’s thighs, she looks as though she’s concentrating. When I glance up at Kelly, her eyes are closed and her head is tilted back. She looks blissful, but I need her coming. Without asking her permission, I reach up and grab her breast.

Kelly clutches Charleen’s shoulder and arches her back. With Charleen’s hand practically buried in her cunt, she comes, forcefully. I can feel her legs shake against mine and squeeze her nipple harder. Kelly covers my hand with her own and holds it steady as her orgasm continues into round two.

I turn my attention to my wife. Her face has gone from sheer concentration to a mixture of need and pain. I can feel her cunt squeezing my cock, know she’s desperate to reach the peak. A few seconds later, Kelly’s orgasm finishes. Lifting my hips, I nudge Charleen’s pussy letting her know it’s her turn. She straightens and begins to ride me. At once her demeanor relaxes, but I’m not going to let her uncoil for long.

Grabbing each hip, I pull her forward and slam her back, all the way down my shaft. As hard as I can, I repeat the motion. Each time she lets out a short, jerky cry. I’m pulsing in her hard, needing to come, but this isn’t about my pleasure. Not for the first time, I wish for some way to tie her up, or paddle her beautiful behind. Without adequate preparation though, I was reduced to an order. But I didn’t want to command her to come. Instead, I follow my kinkier instincts.

“Kelly, kiss her. Kiss my wife.” God, just saying the words out loud turn my balls to fire. Commanding another woman to help me fuck my wife was even better than watching two women together. Being the orchestrater lends a whole new level of excitement to the scene I’d never imagined experiencing.

 

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This story will be out shortly, probably by Christmas! Have you been GOOD this year? Hmmm? Perhaps you’ll get to read it. :)

Happy Masturbation Monday!

Eva

Author @tara_andrews1 chases the fall chill away with her #sexy #1NS from @decadentpub #giveaway

Scary Halloween pumpkins in fireAll About the Fall

 

Thank you, Eva, for having me here today, and for offering up the challenge to write about pumpkins and fire.  LOL.  Hmmm… images of Cinderella pumpkins waltz in my head.  As does cozying up to a fire with a good book, a glass of wine, and snuggled against my husband (which would last maybe five minutes before the kids interrupt).  Not that I have a fireplace anyway, but a girl can dream.  It’s on my list of dream house must-haves, so maybe one day. :)

 

Actually, as Fall settles into my little corner of the world and with Halloween just around the corner, the heat is kicking on, and pumpkin spice has taken over menus everywhere.  It’s also time to participate in local events like The Legend of Sleepy Hollow, Boo at the [Bronx] Zoo, go pumpkin picking, and select costumes.  All fun stuff!

 

I’m pretty excited about Halloween this year.  For the first time in a long while, I plan to dress up.  Well, if one considers red devil horn hair clips, a black and red wig, and a silver mask a costume, then I have a costume.  LOL.  I think it will be cute, and my kids will be shocked—which is always fun to surprise them.  Wonder what my husband will think?  I’m shooting for sexy devil  <wink>.

 

There are a couple of other fun things happening.  I do have a treat to offer for the week leading into Halloween.  My first contribution to Decadent Publishing’s 1Night Stand series, Long Overdue, is on sale for $0.99 on Amazon.  Also, I’ll be giving away a $25 Amazon gift card to a winner selected from my mailing list on November 30th—details are below.

 

Blurb

Jill Malone has been looking for love for all the wrong reasons. A reality check has her signing up for a no-strings attached night to simply forget about forever after. The last thing she expected was to know her blind date.

 

Blake Anders doesn’t need help finding a date, but he’s tempted by 1Night Stand’s reputation of arranging exactly what a person needs. And he needs more. Though doubtful, he agrees to one night and hopes to discover his perfect match. He didn’t count on Madame Eve reaching deep into his past to give him a night with the woman he never forgot.

 

Fearing another broken heart, Jill works to keep herself from becoming attached, but Blake goes all in to convince her that he wants their long-overdue love to be more than a one-night stand…

 

Excerpt

“Are you staying?”

Why beat around the bush? Jill didn’t know at what point within the last ten seconds she reached her decision, but she nodded. If she didn’t take this opportunity—this gift—she’d regret it for the rest of her days. Madame Eve matched her to Blake Anders, a man she once had a major crush on. Further, the man in front of her was a better, hotter, version of the college kid she’d known. Such a chance came once in a lifetime.

“Good.” He strode toward her, his gaze intense. When inches separated them, he stopped and removed the overnight bag from her grasp. The warmth of his touch and the slide of skin on skin, slow and deliberate, made the contact more personal than it should have been. He pulled the bag from her limp fingers and dropped it to the floor at their feet. “Let’s get something out of the way.” Delicious anticipation ran through her at the intention evident in his voice.

When he cupped her face, her gaze dropped from his stunning blue eyes to his perfect mouth. She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him. At a sound much like a moan, she looked back up into his eyes. A moment passed between them, a silent request and permission granted before he lowered his head to hers.

The warmth of his lips brushed against hers, first one way then the other. His soft breath feathered along her skin, igniting an ache to lean in, to demand more. Instead she held her breath, afraid to move. Afraid to do anything to end the gratifying pressure of his lips pressed against hers. Then she breathed and all too soon he pulled away.

When she opened her eyes she found him searching her face. His expression a little too serious, too deep. When his touch slid away from her cheeks she thought, with a pang, he experienced second thoughts. But then his arms banded around her and pulled her against his body. His mouth covered hers with less tenderness and a lot more purpose.

After a brief moment of disbelief, she gave herself over to the nerves, excitement, and desire battling for dominance. Desire pulled ahead when he deepened the embrace. His tongue circled once, twice, and then pulled on hers between his lips. Achy heat hit her right between the legs. She may have whimpered. Hoped not. She grasped his arms and responded with an intensity that matched his. All too aware of the hard length of him pressed against her belly, proving he did want her to stay.

 

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Tara Andrews divides her time between a full-time job as an office manager, an even more full-time job as a wife and mother, and her dream job as a romance author.  An avid reader and writer, Tara continuously seeks to hone her craft in order to provide readers with stories that are provocative yet romantic.

 

Tara lives in upstate New York with her wonderful husband and two fabulous children.

 

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Website:  www.taraandrews.net

 

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