Sexy to Go #Paranormal excerpt by @laylatarar get ready to play rough #Rrated

Not everyone you meet is a tender lover when you push them to the edge.

It takes a woman with a special kind of grit to like living dangerously. Marguerite is such a woman, and after a hard day’s work flaming zombies, she’s ready for a night she’ll never forget…

Red-Handed by Tara Quan

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When Marguerite gets caught testing flame-throwers on unsuspecting zombies, she finds herself at the mercy of a sexy federal agent. Dominated, bound, and bared to the skin, this closet submissive faces a night of creative interrogation—one she can’t wait to enjoy.

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“Wait.” Her mind grappled for a convincing argument. “My boobs are tiny. I’m a lot hotter with them on.”

He chuckled. “I disagree. But since you asked nicely….” Walking to the table, he traded her knife for a thin, leather-covered stick with a flat tip.

“What the heck is that?”

He tugged her bra down until her nipples popped out over the plunging neckline. “It’s called a crop.” He lightly smacked the tip of her breast. “I bought it off an antiques smuggler.”

The sharp sting sent her twisting to the side, a futile attempt to avoid further injury. He grabbed her nape, twining his fingers through her hair. His grip arched her back, increasing the vulnerability of her exposed breasts. “I thought you weren’t pissed anymore.”

“I’m not. This, we’re doing for fun.”

She yelped as he flicked the crop over her quivering flesh, alternating between the two budding tips. Betrayed by her body, she cried out as he turned her pink nipples raspberry red. Pain-laced pleasure traveled from her chest, the sensual tingle spreading to the tips of her fingers and toes.

She moaned a protest when he stopped. Maintaining his imprisoning hold, he trailed the crop’s end between her thighs. “They used this to control horses back in the day.” With a resonating whack, he forced her legs apart. Switching his grip, he positioned the handle between her labia. As moisture coated the cold leather, he slid it back and forth, each thrust brushing her clit.

He released his hold on her at the same moment her knees buckled, keeping the crop between her legs as she sagged against the cuffs.

Lifting her chin, she glared daggers at him. “Are you planning to control me?” If so, he’d gotten to a pretty good start.

He chortled. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

 

 

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3 #GLBT excerpts from Sexy to Go Paranormal #PNR @sofiagreyauthor @shilohsaddler

In the latest volume of Sexy to Go we have 3 gay romance stories. I’m sharing excerpts from all of them today. Read on!

Displaced by Sofia Grey

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Cast out by his race for taking a male lover, Henare lives as a man during daylight hours. At sunset he returns to the sea, to take his place as an immortal guardian of the water, the feared Taniwha. He’s never allowed anyone to get close, until TJ comes along.

Can this young man tame the mighty sea monster?

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“I’m glad you came back,” I replied.

He scrambled to his feet, a hopeful look in his eyes. “The way you disappeared last night. I thought, well, yeah. I couldn’t be sure.” He gave an awkward one-shouldered shrug.

He’d come back, that was what mattered, and I didn’t want him to doubt that. “Be sure of this.” I curled one hand gently in his T-shirt— so soft— and tugged him toward me. He moved fluidly to stand close, our mouths just inches apart. I could smell something sweet on his breath. “I don’t like girls either.”

His answering smile was a thing of beauty.

It felt like the most natural thing to lean into TJ, and claim his lips, even while alarm bells shrieked inside my head. I never kissed. That implied more than physical lust, more of a connection, just more. I wanted to fuck him, that was all. I was about to pull back and say something, when he made a broken sound in his throat and opened up to me. His tongue flicked over mine, and I was scorched in a blast of heat.

Sweet, hot and enticing, I wanted more. My cock pulsed with need, and I flexed my hips to brush against his denims. A shockwave of sensation flooded me and I knew in that moment, I had to have him.

 

Half-Breed Wolf by Shiloh Saddler

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Lance is kicked out of his pack and as a parting blow his Alpha prohibits him from shifting. When he is thrust into Oliver’s presence he doesn’t trust the wolf but the chemistry between them is undeniable. Will Lance find another place to belong or will Oliver slight the half-breed, too?

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For a long minute Lance stood naked before him. His lean muscles shaped his desirable Shirtless African American Man with Hand to Headbuild and Oliver sensed he’d be sleek and agile in wolf form. He had powerful legs for his smaller stature. Appraising the shifter from the ankles up, he took in all the man had to offer, eyeing his cock like it already belonged to him.

Lance inhaled sharply but did not move from where he’d planted his feet, shoulder width apart, strong and proud. Yes, Lance had every right to be proud. His body would make every female swoon from miles around.

Except, lucky for him, the Omega wasn’t interested in finding a wife.

Lance closed his eyes and dropped to all fours. Oliver instantly thought of what he wanted to do with the wolf in that position. He mentally groaned. Later. When the time was right.

 

Huck’s Finn by Eva Lefoy

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Colton is an alpha wolf through and through but when he makes decisions for his mate, he runs into trouble. At an all-night truck stop, Luka is prepared to stand his ground and prove to Colton he’s gone too far. But when the all-too distracting Finn walks in, followed by his gigantic mate, the evening takes a swift turn. With all four men naked in their bedroom, will Colton give Luka all he wants?

 

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“Hey, man. Sorry about your … guy … being an ass and all.”

Luka’s nose twitched, scenting the man standing next to his table as another wolf. From another pack, possibly a rival one. He wondered if Colton had made him out, too. Looking up, he gave the man a light once-over. Straight reddish blonde hair flopped over one eye, black leather jacket, face with a long hawkish nose. The voice he used had been surprisingly gravelly. Luka had expected to see an older man. This guy was probably late twenties to thirty with an unassuming demeanor and an easy, if quirky smile. He swallowed down hesitation and engaged in the conversation. “Yeah, it’s a pain when your mate’s not so good with his social conduct.”

The wolf laughed. “So he’s your mate, huh? Tough luck there. What’d he do to piss you off this time?”

God, it was if the guy could read his mind. All night Luka had been stuck on the fact Colton had this streak of idiotic superiority in him a mile wide that never seemed to get better. He always stuck his paw in his mouth and then had the balls to hold his head high. It killed him every time being on the receiving end of his bullshit. “He told my parents I was gay.”

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Be sure to check out the rest of these stories in the latest issue of Sexy to Go!

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#Submission done right #BDSM @decadentpub new release by @LaylaTarar

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Got the urge to run away from it all? Why not run TOWARD a hot summer romance by Tara Quan? Here’s more from the author on Submissive on the Run:

 

The Story Behind the Book

Sometimes, supporting characters take on a life of their own. After selflessly aiding in the affairs of others, they sulk in the back of an author’s brain, broadcasting their past, present, and future until surrender is nigh. Thus was the case with Kim Tran, the intrepid dungeon monitor from Submissive on Display. Unbeknownst to the heroine of the first book, Kim has some unfinished business with the hero’s best friend (small world, I know). He insisted I give them a chance to sort things out, and, being a Dom, he has a knack for getting his way.

Submissive on the Run drags me back to Las Vegas’s renowned Carnivore Club, a multi-author world first penned by Kate Richards for Decadent Publishing’s 1Night Stand Series. This interracial BDSM romance stars a feisty sub with a strong right hook, who must contend with a spoilt rich boy determined to win her back. An ill-mannered cat and Madam Eve’s matchmaking service unite them for a night of exhibitionistic fun, which ends in a capture game and a scorching happily ever after.

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Obscene wealth and a toxic family taught Joss Bradlee to care about no one. He moved through life in a caustic shell, fending off gold-diggers with his sharp tongue and abrasive personality. But a stubborn submissive saw past his nonchalant act, and he fell hard and fast for a girl he didn’t deserve. When she accidentally stumbled into the line of fire, he moved heaven and earth to protect her, even if it meant letting her go. Ten months later, he ensures her safety and tracks her down, finally ready to claim the one person that matters. The only problem—she wants nothing to do with him.

On the run for close to a year, Kim Tran receives a surprise call from the man who’d put her life in danger. His family hired assassins to kill her, but he’s somehow convinced they still had a chance. With their entire relationship built on a lie, she resists the instinct to sprint straight into his arms. Faced with a social divide no sane person would bridge, she cuts her losses and breaks her own heart. But the Dominant she loves has other plans, and he’s spent his entire life getting his way. Too late to run and with nowhere to hide, she faces an adversary well versed in all her weaknesses.

At the Carnivore Club, two exhibitionists meet for a battle of wills, lured by a one-night stand service, misplaced cat, and several helping hands. With the aid of handcuffs, disciplinary measures, and a capture game, a reluctant sub rediscovers the pleasures of bondage, the thrill of display, and the ecstasy of surrender.

 

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Thrilled and terrified, she swallowed the lump in her throat. “We could get over each other if we tried.”

Imprisoning her with his arms, he trailed his nose down the line of her neck. “How’s that working out for you? On my end, every hot chick I see has your face. One look at your reflection, and bam—instant hard on. Our breather flopped.” He dipped his head lower, scattering kisses along her collarbones. “I’m glad it’s done.”

“No.” Her vision misted with pulses of crimson. She tried to summon an iota of reluctance. Her libido refused to play ball. “We’re not doing this again.”

He bit the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck. “You don’t have a choice. I’m calling the shots.”

His confidence curled her toes. “What we had was less than a fling.” She poured what little willpower she had into the false words.

He squeezed her breast, the proprietary caress arching her back. “You’re going to pay for that lie with a lot more than a hard spanking.”

Arousal flared, potent and irresistible. “You have no right. I’m not your sub.” When he pinched her nipples, flashes of heat threatened to melt away thought. “But there’s a whole club full of women willing to play your games.”

“I’ve already chosen mine.” She writhed when his grip tightened. In her moment of distraction, he slid his hand under her skirt. With her underwear gone, he could shove his fingers inside her without preamble.

“Joss….” It hurt. In the best way.

He looped his other arm around her. Caught in a vise, she had little recourse beyond a whimpered protest. “I don’t want this.” But she did. Enough to erase the safe word from her vocabulary.

“Dishonesty seems to be a chronic problem.” He pressed down on her clit with his thumb and screwed his digits deeper into her. Her clenching inner muscles supported his observation. So did her uncontrollable spasms as his unyielding penetration vaulted her toward a crest.

She dug her nails into his forearms, a useless defense that only reinforced her helplessness. “Stop it.”

He ignored her resistance, playing her like an instrument until sweat once more coated her skin. “Why? You’re more honest right after you come.”

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Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. To receive updates about her new releases and get a free sexy read, subscribe to her mailing list at www.taraquan.com/newsletter.

 

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Meet the characters from Truth by @parker_sinclair #magic #demons New Release

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Truth, Book 2 in the Alex Conner Chronicles it out now. But who is Alex? What is she? And who are the other characters she is up against? The author, Parker Sinclair, stops by today to explain:

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~ Alex Conner: My broken, confusing, powerful, smartass heroine who is the first of her kind in generations as both a Healer, and an Earthen Protector.

~ Valant:  The Demon with the CEO looks, that is except for his freakishly pointy teeth.

 

~ Greg:  The traitor who’s perhaps a little mad. An Absolute Protector who could have been one of the good guys at some point—maybe.

~Stacy:  Alex’s estranged mother who has been working for who knows who, who knows where.  Recovering drug addict and one of the most powerful Earthen Protectors around—when she has her head on right.

 

~RyanSwoon. If I knew how this man came to me, or if his character is based on a totally real person, I would love to see him in the flesh.  He is a sexy, formidable, and understated Earthen Protector who wants to protect Alex at all cost.

Now that we know a little more about the series, it’s time to  enjoy this excerpt from Truth by Parker Sinclair:

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Now that Alex can no longer deny her heritage as an Earthen Protector, everything comes crashing down around her.

Alex’s estranged mom has enlisted her help in finding Alex’s father; a man who was presumed dead since before she was born. While she waits and trains with Dana, the Mistress of Weaponry and Potions, innocent people, some who she dearly loves, face unspeakable horrors. Alex and her small, yet powerful, group of companions confront danger head on while they hunt down those responsible.

Is her father really alive and will Alex’s training prove to be enough for her take on some powerful enemies? As if the threats in her life weren’t enough for Alex to handle, her feelings for two men have her torn and tempted. Join Alex on her next adventure and enjoy the mystery, humor, and passion in her second Chronicle-Truth.

 

Excerpt from Truth: The Alex Conner Chronicles Book Two

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Parker Sinclair

 

Ten feet away, eight, and then I see in a flash Greg’s knife in his hand as it comes down on Valant, stabbing him right in the chest where a human’s heart would be. Burgundy liquid bursts from his wound and Valant reaches out to grab it, turning it into a cloud-like consistency and pushing it back into his body. Greg appears to be melded to the knife that still protrudes from Valant’s chest, his eyes watching in horror as Valant pieces himself back together.

The storm becomes silent for a moment and in the broken funnel I swear I can hear Ryan and perhaps even spot him in the Zodiac in the raging waves. I struggle to get to the funnel opening, but just before I can slip out, it closes back even tighter. The storm grows stronger than ever and I am shoved to the floor by the force of the boat nearly capsizing. All I can do now is brace myself. My cries to Valant go unheard and I dread what may happen to us once the storm rids itself of the boat and I am thrown into its ferocity.

A massive thud echoes in my head at the same time a figure slams down, feet-first, upon the boat deck. The vessel appears to groan and sink under the force, yet springs back in sync with the figure’s lengthening stance. It is a woman— gray dress flying in all directions—caught in the storm’s winds. Valant and Greg turn toward her and I get a glimpse of the woman’s blond hair, pulled back in a long ponytail.

My mother.

“You dare put my daughter in danger, Demon? Be gone! Now!” Her voice echoes in the darkness, roaring over Valant’s storm and causing its immediate silence. Valant, wide-eyed and confused, immediately disappears. Greg is held down by the force of my mother’s power alone, his quaking noticeable despite her hold on him. She moves to stand over him, her face looking down at him in disgust. I scramble to my feet and slowly make my way to her side.

Blue power crackles and surges off her in spurts. I had only seen it briefly before, but this, this is what she can really do. She sent a Demon away on her own. Something I thought they could only do themselves. Judging by that appalled look on Valant’s face, that was just as alarming to him.

 

 

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About The Author:ParkerSinclair

 

Ms. Sinclair gives credit to the development of her imagination and passion for writing to multiple childhood destinations lacking indoor plumbing.  It may sound odd, yet when your journey to adulthood consists of numerous backpacking, camping and hiking trips to the most out-of-the-way and breathtakingly beautiful places in North America, the creation of games, worlds and characters are the results.  She would never trade the childhood her parents gave her, and she thanks them for raising her to have her own thoughts, dreams, and bountiful imagination.  Oh and she wishes to thank them for teaching her that one should never leave their jeans on the floor of an everglades campground shower -lest they do the dance of the scorpions in the pants again!

 

While attending college, Ms. Sinclair studied biological sciences and psychology, specifically animal behavior, but her love has forever been to write.  There are boxes in her house full of endless notebooks, journals, and logs with poems, stories, lyrics and personal rants scratched into them with pencil, marker, pen, whatever she could get my hands on.  Words demanded to be thrown out of her mind and onto paper by any means necessary.  Ms. Sinclair’s studies have contributed greatly to the worlds, characters, and stories she creates proving that no matter what path you take, it will all be part of where you end up—sometimes in spectacular ways!

 

Since 2007, Ms. Sinclair calls Virginia Beach home where she is employed as a full-time educational counseling, and finding time to write late into the night after her kiddos, and in many cases, her husband, are fast asleep.

 

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