Holiday Party Blog Hop: Bishop’s Angel by Tory Richards

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Bishop’s Angel

by Tory Richards



After ten years of sacrificing everything for his country as a Navy SEAL, Bishop is looking for salvation, and something more permanent in his life, something good. Angel, a pretty kindergarten teacher, thinks she’s just what he needs. Their chemistry is instant, and explosive, only Bishop has trouble letting go of his commitment to his country. It’s up to Angel to prove there’s room for her in his life.


“The police are on the way, ma’am.

Where is the intruder now?” the operator asked. Angel listened for a moment. “He’s still in the kitchen.”

“Is the intruder male?”

“No, no!” Angel said, and then quickly lowered

her voice when she realized she’d spoken too loud. “I don’t know if it’s a

woman or a man.” She’d been too afraid to look when she had the chance.

Movement coming from the kitchen told her the intruder was still there, but for

how long? She was crouched at the end of the couch, too afraid to turn around,

frightened that at any moment she would be discovered. “Please hurry!”


“They’re on their way. Stay calm and—”


“I think he’s in the room with me!” Angel’s eyes rounded with fear when she sensed

someone moving up behind her.


“Ma’am stay on—”


Angel knew the intruder was behind her now. She stood up, whipped around,

and slammed her phone into the side of his head with a piercing scream. All she

could make out was a tall, dark outline.


“What the fuck—” a male voice boomed.


Angel let out another scream and slammed her hands against a massive chest, shoving him away from her as hard as

she could. Her only thought was making it back upstairs to the safety of her room until the police arrived, but the second her palms landed on the man’s rock-hard chest she knew she was in trouble. He stumbled back but she had a

feeling it was due more to her catching him by surprise than the force of her push.


She scooted around him but suddenly his hands were on her and for a moment they

struggled against each other. Angel was hyped up on adrenaline and a strong sense of survival, and she used her nails

and teeth on the naked arms and powerful hands trying to subdue her. It gained her enough freedom to make it to the stairs but halfway up she found her ankle being grabbed, she fell, and then she was pinned beneath a heavy weight.


“No!” she cried out, struggling wildly against him. But she was no match for his superior

strength and the honed muscles she felt beneath her hands. In no time his hands had wrapped around her wrists, and she

was pinned against the stairs.


“Who the hell are you?” he demanded, his face too close to hers.


“Who the hell are you?” Angel demanded right back, twisting beneath him. It was then she felt cool air in places that she shouldn’t, reminding her that all she had on was a thin nightshirt and a pair of bikini panties. Judging by the super

hard pecks she felt pressed against her breasts; her shirt had come undone, too. An insane thought crossed her mind, why

wasn’t he wearing a shirt? She wiggled wildly, unintentionally scraping her nipples across his flesh.


“Stop before you get hurt!” he warned. In an effort to subdue her, he pressed his body against hers.


“Then get off me!” Angel hissed, arching her body in an effort to dislodge him. His muscled thighs and powerful legs

flexed against hers, easily holding hers still.


“Not until you tell me who you are,” he grated in a rough voice.


His warm breath slapped her in the face. “I live here,” Angel said without hesitation, glaring up into his

shadowed face. She was aware there was no way he could see her because it was too dark.


“The hell you do.”


How did he know that? “The police are on their way so I suggest you let me up and get out of here.” Her energy was

beginning to wane. He was too strong and big, and the longer they remained like that, the more she began to feel uncomfortable with their intimate proximity.


“Good. Then we can get to the bottom of this.”


That wasn’t the kind of response an intruder would make if he were caught in someone else’s house. Maybe he was delusional

or something. Angel decided to switch tactics.


“These stairs are hurting me,” she said weakly. Things grew still between them and she sensed his silent contemplation,

as if he were wondering if he should believe her. She whimpered a little for good measure.


“Okay, I’m going to let you up, but don’t try anything stupid,” he warned.


The second he released her and lifted off her body, Angel got to her feet and dashed the rest of the way up the



“Son of a bitch!” he cursed behind her.


Angel slammed and locked her bedroom door in his face. She didn’t know what she hoped to accomplish, except to get

away from him until the police arrived. What was taking them so long? She ran to one of the windows and opened it. Maybe she could push out a screen and—


Without warning her bedroom door was kicked in. She screamed and made a beeline for her connecting bathroom.


“Oh, no, you don’t.”


A muscular arm wrapped around Angel’s waist and she was lifted off her feet. “Let me go!” She wiggled and kicked,

very much aware that her butt was against a very intimate part of his body. Burning heat replaced the fear flowing through her blood because his cock wasn’t as flaccid as it should have been.


“Look,” he slammed her down onto the bed and for the second time she found herself pinned beneath his superior strength.

“Before this goes any further I think we need to talk.”


“You can talk to the police,” she panted, twisting beneath him.


“I intend to,” he said without hesitation. There was a confidence in his tone that surprised her.


Without warning, he reached up and turned on the reading light at the head of the bed. How did he know that was there? Meeting eyes the color of blue topaz, everything in Angel froze, including her breath. Oh God, I know those eyes! She didn’t know the man personally, but she knew of him from the pictures on the fireplace mantle downstairs. He was Diana’s older brother, and Navy SEAL Bishop Strong. Suddenly everything made perfect sense.


After six years, he’d finally come home!

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Tory Richards is a grandma who likes to read and write smut. Born in Maine, she’s spent most of her life in Florida. She’s been a writer since the dawn of ages,(1965),and did it for many years before getting discovered by her daughter and niece. They encouraged Tory to submit to a publisher, and that book, Cupid’s Arrow written under her real name, was on the publisher’s best sellers list for two months!

Tory retired from Disney, and today she resides with her daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren, where she spends her time between family, four cats, and writing.

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Holiday Party Blog Hop: The Novice (Sexy as Hell #1) by Harlem Dae

The Novice by Harlem Dae


London – one meeting, one month of lessons and a landslide of new desires.

My journey to hell started with a decaf coffee. Nothing more than a grey mug full of dull-brown liquid devoid of its most useful ingredient.

One sip, one smile, one touch of her hand and it was soon clear my life wasn’t destined to stay dull. Oh, no, suddenly I had a month of bedroom education planned by a sultry vixen who intended to broaden my horizons beyond my usual peach-pink palette.

She wanted to take me to deep purples and navy blues and the pitch blackness that was pure sin. And on the other side of that blackness was a place that might look like Hell, with debauchery and wantonness, people playing devil’s advocate, luring innocents into the hotter, steamier corners of the world.

Her world.

Oh, yes, she promised each night to take me there and paint me an orange-and-red picture that would come alive, flickering like flames, enticing me, holding me spellbound and eager to learn more. To touch, explore, drown in coming.

And drown I would. I was no match for her tricks and taunts. My only chance of survival was to show her that I wasn’t vanilla. I had a rainbow of mastery up my sleeve, too, and if she just opened her eyes, she might be dazzled enough to stay—stay and take ‘my’ lessons. If she didn’t kill me first, that was, with pleasure.

Please note The Novice is book #1 in the Sexy as Hell Trilogy which is best read in order. At the end of The Novice you will find the first 3 chapters of the next book, The Player, available for your enjoyment.


I sighed then sipped my coffee,
wondering what on earth was the matter with me. Perhaps this game with Victor
was dragging me down. If that was the case, I couldn’t wait for it to be over.
I stared into space, working out what to show him next. There were the
Swedes—mustn’t forget those—but maybe they’d be better off left for the finale.
God, that would give him a last visual to remember his time with me by. I could
only hope he learned from what I was teaching him and didn’t file it in the
back of his mind. What a waste if he didn’t use it with future women, either as
a sub or having a go at domination himself. When he’d got going last night he’d
given off an unstoppable energy. It was muted assertiveness yes, but I was
pretty sure it was there.
Bile rose into my throat.
Was I coming down with something? That would be all I’d need, being sick smack
bang in the middle of a bet. I breathed deeply, waiting for a slash of nausea
to strike, but nothing came. Maybe the milk in the coffee wasn’t as fresh as it
could be. I shrugged, once again studying the men in the coffee shop. One of
them, nice-looking and hair much like Victor’s, greying a bit at the temples
but not quite as long at the back as his, was typing steadfastly on his laptop.
I wondered what he did for a living that meant he spent his coffee break
working. Or perhaps he wasn’t working at all. He might well be firing off saucy
emails to a woman who read them while frigging her clit. Would Victor be up for
something like that?
I wasn’t about to wait to find out. I reached into my bag and pulled out my
phone. Having stored his email address in my mind, I tapped the icon for my
mail app and typed it in, taking a moment to think on what to put. In the
subject line I typed CAN YOU WALK PROPERLY TODAY? then proceeded with the main

Dear Mr Doesn’t-Know-It-All-But-Knows-A-Bit-More-Than-Before,
I hope this email finds you in good spirits. How is your arse? Sore? I imagine
it is. Mine isn’t, just in case you were wondering. I have a blissful kind of
ache going on down there, and every time I move I think of you with your cock
inside me. I have to admit, I’m wondering how that cock would feel in my cunt
again, but we have plenty of time for me to find out, don’t we?
Now, about tonight. I doubt your back hole is up for any more invasions just
yet, so I thought us watching a performance might be the best way to go.
There’s an act you haven’t seen yet—The Harlequin; you’ll see why when you get
there—and it will show you a thing or two.
8 o’clock sharp at Eden Street. If you don’t turn up
this time…well, it’d be pointless if you didn’t. You know damn well I’ll only
come and find you and do what I have in mind anyway. And you’ll enjoy it, I
By the way, I’m enjoying a lovely coffee. Isn’t it about time you took a break?
Mistress Z

I smiled as I hit SEND, imagining his mail alarm tinkling, him opening his
email browser thinking it was a client or one of his staff, only to find little
old me had barged into his inbox. I wanted to barge into his inbox for real, but
like I’d said to him, I didn’t think his arse could take another invasion so
I sipped and gazed around while waiting for his response. If he didn’t send one
immediately, then that was all right. He might be busy drawing or in a meeting
or something. I hoped he wasn’t—hoped he was at his desk, bored and waiting for
a decent distraction. Did he ever get bored at work, what with all those
important projects to be getting on with?
My phone gave a solitary blip, and I looked down to see a number one in the
corner of my mail icon. Excited, and wanting to laugh so loud it made people
stare, I opened my mail.

Dear Mistress Z,
You are so naughty, emailing me like this. What did I tell you last night? I’m
a busy man—too busy to be having filthy email conversations with you. Too busy
to take a bloody break.
Yes, I’ll be at Eden Street at 8, not because you ordered me there but because
I want to see The Harlequin. I enjoy a good show—perhaps you’d like me to take
you to one of my kind some day? And yes, my arse is sore, thank you very much.
Mr Won’t-Take-Any-More-Orders-For-The-Rest-Of-The-Day

Ha! So he wasn’t so busy that he didn’t have time to respond. And as for not
taking any more orders…he’d be taking them tonight.

Dear Mr I’m-Too-Busy-For-My-Mistress-Who-Likes-To-Put-Things-Up-My-Arse,
Thank you so much for your prompt response, despite being a very busy man. I
appreciate you finding the time to squeeze me into your hectic schedule. I
should be flattered. However, there’s always time for a bit of slap and tickle,
and I aim to show you that all work and no play might make Victor a very dull
man. And it had made you dull, hadn’t it? Admit it. When was the last time you
had fun before you met me? Lighten up a little.
If you have a client sitting opposite your desk—and I can’t imagine you being
so rude as to write filth to me if you did; again, not enough balls—or you have
someone in your office, or perhaps you’re in someone else’s office and
answering mail on your phone, just imagine what they’d think if they knew what
we were talking about. Don’t you think it makes for an interesting deviance
from your usual boring day? What a secret to have, sending raunchy messages to
a woman when no one else knows.
What a secret to have when a woman emails you saying she’d like nothing more
than to pay you a visit, yank down your trousers, and stuff your very hard cock
into her mouth.
And you are hard, aren’t you?
Mistress Z

I sent the message and smiled. I was skating on thin ice here, risking annoying
him or getting him so exasperated that the next response from him might not be
so kind. Still, it was passing the time, and I could imagine him now, reading
my message with a too-hard cock and no way to relieve it unless he visited the
bathroom and took himself in hand. If he was in a meeting, all the better. A
stiffy when sitting at a conference table could only make him want to see me
tonight all the more.
My alert pinged.

Dear Mistress-Z-Who-Is-So-Infuriating-She-Makes-Me-Want-To-Scream,
I’m alone in my office, trying to work, and no, that doesn’t mean you can send
me more of your dirty little messages. I really do need to get along here, and
it’s all very well saying I should have secrets and should enjoy all this email
sex malarkey—and I am in a way, I just wish you hadn’t chosen today to do
it—but I have deadlines.
I don’t want to brush you off, believe me I don’t, but in answer to your
question, yes, I’m too damn hard and it’s going to take a while for me to stop
thinking about your pert little body and concentrate on work.
Now stop it. I mean it, just stop.
Mr Wants-To-Fuck-Around-With-You-But-Can’t

A grin a mile wide spread across my face. That was all I’d been after, him
admitting he wanted me, giving me some assurance that he’d be at Eden Street
tonight. Oh, I knew he’d said he’d be there, but after his no-show before, I’d
had to make sure. And now I knew he wanted to fuck me, was sitting at his desk
trying to deflate his cock, I was on cloud nine.
As I was just about to hug myself in victory, the man who looked a bit like
Victor came up to my table. I stared at him, wondering what he could want, and
slid my phone back into my bag.
“May I join you?” he asked.
“If you like,” I said, giving him my best I-can-hook-you-in-a-heartbeat smile.
It felt wrong on my face, stretching it painfully, and I didn’t understand why.
“So,” I said, following my usual patter, “what brings a hunk like you here?”
He grinned, blue eyes flashing, and placed his laptop on the table. “Having the
chance to pick up a woman like you.”
Oh, someone else who thought he should be the one to run the show. I refrained
from rolling my eyes and gave him another smile instead. Inwardly I sighed at
having to go through this again, when all I wanted was to go home and think
about tonight. I didn’t like other men encroaching on my time when I was
teaching someone else.
So why were you here the other day then? The day Victor dropped in and caught
you looking at other men?
I frowned. All right, so I was a hypocrite. I’d have to be honest with
myself—this man wasn’t floating my boat, no matter how similar to Victor he
was. No matter how attractive he was.
“I’m not here to be picked up,” I said. “I’m…well, I’m seeing someone.”
I stood and grabbed my bag, slinging the strap over my shoulder and heading to
the door without looking back. I couldn’t believe I’d said that to him, had
turned down the chance at a one-night stand come the end of the month. But it
was all I’d been able to think of to get rid of him, to make my exit appear
There was no other reason for saying what I had at all.

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Harlem Dae is the pen name of two authors – Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae. They have been writing together for several years on top of their individual author projects and enjoy being represented by traditional houses including HarperCollins and Totally Bound as well as self-publishing their sexy stories on Amazon.

The Novice, Anything for Him and Good Cop, Bad Cop have all claimed the #1 spot on the Amazon Erotica chart in 2013 and with the popularity of the newly released Sexy as Hell Trilogy it looks like 2014 is going to be another wild ride of success for Harlem Dae.

Both live in the UK and gain great satisfaction from bouncing characters and their raunchy antics back and forth, growing, nurturing and stoking plot lines until they steam off the page and push boundaries. They consider themselves to be solitary, whacky, spontaneous and desirous for many things including perfection and are frequently caught sending messages back and forth referring to each other as Rodney and Delboy.

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Holiday Party Blog Hop: Temptation by KM Golland


by K.M. Golland


This book is for mature audiences 18+ It contains explicit language and sexual content.

Sometimes being happily married and completely content is not at all what it seems.

That is what 35 year old, happily married, mother of two, Alexis Summers finds out when she decides it is time to return to work.

After being a stay-at-home mum for the past nine years, Alexis now realises a complete career change is just what she needs.

She becomes a Concierge Attendant in a prestigious hotel in Melbourne working for the owner of the hotel, Bryce Clark. He resides in the penthouse, is extremely hot, and is a man who always gets what he wants. And what he wants is Alexis. 

She does a relatively good job resisting Bryce at first, but the undeniable chemistry, sexual tension, and playfulness between the two of them is intense. He has copious amounts of money, sex appeal and above all else, is a genuinely nice guy. Bryce has been waiting for his one true love to come along, and he is positive that one true love is Alexis.

There is one problem; she is happily married to Rick, and no matter how strong her feelings are for Bryce, she is adamant she will not cheat. She draws a line in the sand, but finds it increasingly hard not to cross. Will she succumb to Temptation?


“The Charger is open, hop in,” he said with a smile.
“Really? Argh!” I squealed with delight. If I could have
performed a series of backflips, I would have been tumbling right through the
I pushed in the button on the handle and opened the door. The
black leather was pristine, and I could pretty much see my reflection in it. I
sat down in the driver’s seat and placed my hands on the steering wheel. It
wasn’t small, thick and chunky like they are made nowadays. It was large, round,
thin, and hard.
I closed my eyes and put my head back while gripping the
wheel. Oh, this is so good. I’m in
Almost instantly, I felt Bryce’s hand on my neck, and I couldn’t
help but let out a soft cry of pleasure. Keeping my eyes closed, I felt him
trail his finger up and down my throat.
Opening my mouth as he moved it across my lips, I bit down
gently as he placed it on my tongue. He removed his wet digit from my mouth,
trailed it back down my throat and in between my breasts, where he slipped it
into my bra and gently massaged my nipple. My eyes remained closed and my
breathing became quite ragged. I wanted desperately to open my eyes but
couldn’t—if I had opened them—I would’ve stopped him. It just seemed that closing
my eyes made it acceptable.
He removed his hand from my breast, and the anticipation of
his next touch was simply excruciating. I gripped the steering wheel quite hard
as I waited for him to replace his hand—which he did—at my knee, slowly moving
it up my leg and underneath my skirt. I had stockings on again, and when his
hand reached the bare skin between my legs, I moaned with delight.
He leaned in the door and kissed my wanting mouth, then
continued moving his hand up and underneath my underwear. Automatically, I tilted
my pelvis up to give him easier access. This was my ultimate fantasy, he was my
dream guy and he was about to finger-fuck me in my dream car.
As he touched my soft, sensitive clit, I groaned out loud.
The sensation was unbelievable and more so when he entered me with not one but
two fingers, stretching my inside in a circular motion. Holy Fuck! I’m gone. I arched my back, and my hand—moist with
sweat—slipped from the steering wheel and landed on the horn. The loud beep
forced me to open my eyes, and I was jolted back into reality, recognizing I
had just had another daydream. Shit,
Alexis, not again.
I quickly gathered my bearings and this time, I found that
Bryce really was at the window. I was perspiring and literally coming down from
a climax. I was hot and wanting, and my chest was heaving. I threw him a look
of lust, which didn’t go unnoticed as I opened the door of the Charger, forcing
him to step back. I got out of the car and stood with my back against it. Bryce
was leaning against the Bel Air, staring at me. I couldn’t do or say anything,
what I’d just experienced in my reverie was so overpowering, I had no control
His hands were splayed on the door panel, and I noticed them
both arch and tense up. The look he directed me asked one thing and I couldn’t
“Yes,” I sighed in surrender.
Expecting him to pounce as his body language suggested it,
instead I watched as he moved slowly and with deliberate control. It was so
fucking sexy, and it just added to my already uncontrollable need for him. He
grabbed my face and kissed me with such passion that I nearly convulsed on the
I gave in to the kiss, feeling that I needed to and owing us
both the experience of it being consensual. He broke off momentarily and looked
into my eyes, and when I didn’t protest, he kissed me again but with more
lustful aggression. His hands fell to my arse where he gripped me and lifted me
up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, once again. I’m sure I told him about an hour ago, this would never happen.
He placed me down on the bonnet and laid me back. Fuck me! I’m going to have sex with him on
the bonnet! No. No. No, you’re not, Alexis.
He hovered over me and ran his
hands up my legs, pushing my skirt up and exposing my garter, stockings, and underwear.
“Fuck, Alexis, you’re so beautiful,” he professed as he
rubbed his hands up my thighs. Then, grabbing hold of my underwear, he tore
them apart. Oh shit, that was hot!
I was so vulnerable, lying their spreadeagled on his Charger
bonnet with nothing to cover my wet pussy.
Slowly, he moved forward, not taking his eyes from me, and
that’s when I stopped him. “No, I can’t,” I cautiously sighed.
He froze with my hands resting on his shoulders and his head
only a foot away from its target. He didn’t argue with me, nor was he pissed
off—well he probably was, I know I was. Instead, he gave me his hand and helped
me sit up.
“I’m sorry, Bryce, I want to. Fuck do I want to—but I just
can’t do that, it goes against everything I stand for. I could never do anything
like that behind Rick’s back.”
“I understand, Alexis.”
Now sitting on the edge of the bonnet with my legs still
wrapped around him, I buried my face in my hands. “How could you possibly
understand? Even I don’t understand what’s going on here. What are we going to
do? I can’t keep doing this to Rick, and I can’t keep doing this to you or me
either for that matter.”
He pulled me to his chest. “I understand you have morals and
have made vows you don’t want to break. I respect that, I truly do. It just
makes you even more desirable.”
“Fat lot of good that does you.”
He kissed the top of my head. “There’s always a way, Alexis.
You don’t get to where I am in life without being resourceful or thinking
outside the box. If you won’t give yourself to me behind Rick’s back, then
we’ll get his permission.”

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K.M. Golland was born and raised in Melbourne, Australia. After studying Legal Practice for two years and working as a Land Conveyancer for four years, she put her career on hold to raise two beautiful children. Always having a love for reading, she decided rather than returning to the Legal Industry, she would become a Writer—publishing her debut novel Temptation (Book 1 in The Temptation Series.)

I am an author. I am married. I am a mother of two adorable little people. I’m a Bookworm, Craftworm, Movieworm, and Sportsworm. I’m also a self-confessed Shop-aholic, Tea-aholic, Car-aholic, and Choc-aholic.

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Blurb Blitz: Backwards Compatible by Sarah Daltry and Pete Clark

1380877_10152008017941163_1152051279_n Backward Compatible 

by Sarah Daltry and Pete Clark

Geek Romance



Not too long ago,

in a town that,

depending on your current location,

is either not super far

or actually quite close…


It is a time of chaotic hormones.

Two nerdy gents

home for winter break

have discovered a female gamer

at a midnight release.


During the break,

the gamer trio manages

to reveal the game’s secret boss,

a hidden enemy

with enough power to destroy

anything in its path.


Pursued by other gamers

who want to be the first

to beat this boss,

George and Katie race to level up,

and, in so doing, restore decency

and sexual activity to their personal galaxy…


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“These graphics suck,” George says and I look back at the screen. We’re standing in the middle of the Estate, colorful orbs quivering ahead of us. We each have to choose our starting advantage. Waterfalls shimmer in the distance and the sunlight streams over multicolored stones in the courtyard.

“Amateurs,” Lanyon concurs. “I mean, they couldn’t have five waterfalls?”

“Your ironic wit is mind blowing, but choose your damn orbs,” I tell them. I consider. Magic, defense, offense, stealth, and charisma. I always go for magic as a black mage, but I wonder if a druid needs something else. Screw it. I need charisma in real life, too.

“Charisma?” Lanyon asks. “No one ever picks charisma.”

“We’re a party of a thief, druid, and a bard. We’re screwed regardless.”

“You two underestimate the mighty power of my lute,” George argues.

“Did you start with charisma?” Lanyon asks.

“Hell, no. I have charisma in spades. I started with stealth.”

“Great. A stealthy bard,” I sigh.

“She’s right,” Lanyon concedes. “We’re screwed.”

However, it actually isn’t bad at all at first. We power through the Estate and make it to the Yobanaria Dale with no resurrections and all at level ten. I’m impressed. George hasn’t actually fought anything, but he has some pretty awe-inspiring charm mastery already. I think I might have a serious crush. He seals the deal when he buffs my hailstorm spell without even being asked.

“Can you guys watch El Thiefelo? My mom wants me to eat supper,” Lanyon says.

“Yeah, we’ve got it,” I tell him. “The first boss is in the elven ruins anyway, so we should grind a bit. I think he’s a twelve.”

George and I explore the Dale, taking out bats and Joba spores. It’s fairly quiet, except for when we combo with his charms and my spells and he yells out, “Eat lute, bitch,” but it’s nice. We work well, almost inherently understanding each other. I’ve never been able to play this effectively with anyone. I try not to think about his eyes. Stupid boys, being cute and stuff.

By the time Lanyon comes back, we’re all at level 12, although Lanyon leveled up just by standing by a door while we played. Still, we are ready to take on Balsa the Proud. As a black mage, it took me about nine seconds. Trees don’t like fire. However, druids don’t have the same level of black magic and all elemental magic is weakened by the need to draw from the elements nearby. Sadly, trees seem to avoid storing fire runes in their villages. I expect this to be a little more challenging. It might even take fifteen seconds.

“First boss. Also known as the freebie bitch to sucker the young folks into a false sense of security,” Lanyon announces as he runs into the center of Balsa’s lair. The cinema plays and then, in a moment of pure absurdity, El Thiefelo is squished as Balsa steps on him.

“Can someone revive me?” Lanyon whines.

About the Authors:

Sarah Daltry:

Sarah Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives. She’s written works in various genres – romance, erotica, fantasy, horror. Genre isn’t as important as telling a story about people and how their lives unfold. Sarah tends to focus on YA/NA characters but she’s been known to shake it up. Most of her stories are about relationships – romantic, familial, friendly – because love and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn’t matter if the story is set in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy world in the future – human beings are most interesting in the ways they interact with others. This is the principle behind all of Sarah’s stories.

Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun.

When Sarah isn’t writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.

She has written several books, most notably Bitter Fruits, an urban fantasy in the Eden’s Fall series, and the Flowering series, including Forget Me Not, Lily of the Valley, and Star of Bethlehem.

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Pete Clark:

Pete Clark likes writing, animals, potato chips, and cheese. Midnight Riders is his first published novel, although he can also proudly say he finally finished Helix Crashing, the fantasy novel he has been working on for over a decade. In addition, he has written Across the Barren Landscape, a collection of linked Western short stories. He also writes plays, both dramatic and comedic.

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Sarah’s Favorite Video Games:

  1. Borderlands 1 and 2
  2. Fallout 3
  3. Persona series
  4. Eternal Darkness
  5. Silent Hill series
  6. Final Fantasy series
  7. Skyrim
  8. Dragon Age series
  9. Mass Effect series
  10. Fable series
  11. Bioshock series
  12. Magic: The Gathering
  13. Perfect Dark
  14. Heavy Rain
  15. LA Noire
  16. Parasite Eve
  17. Catherine
  18. Zuma


Pete’s Favorite Video Games:

  1. Bioshock
  2. Resident Evil 4
  3. Uncharted 2
  4. Eternal Darkness
  5. Goldeneye
  6. Ms. Pac Man
  7. Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood
  8. God of War III
  9. Dead Space
  10. Silent Hill 2
  11. Infamous 2
  12. Portal
  13. Defender
  14. Super Metroid
  15. Mass Effect
  16. Castlevania
  17. Call of Duty 4
  18. Dragon Warrior
  19. Perfect Dark
  20. Arkham Asylum
  21. Limbo
  22. Rogue Squadron 2
  23. Medieval
  24. Parasite Eve
  25. The Walking Dead
  26. Metal Gear Solid
  27. Team Fortress 2
  28. Kagero: Deception 2


Holiday Party Blog Hop: Riptide by Susan Hayes


by Susan Hayes


Rory Frazier is destined to be the next leader of Kismet Cove, a secret colony of seal shape-shifters known as selkies. The catch? Rory can only claim his birthright if he and his blood brother Evan Sinclair find a suitable mate.

Jessica Jones has come to Tofino to reclaim her life and move on from the grief of her mother’s death. Jess just wants time alone and space to heal, but kismet has something else in store. After a rogue wave sweeps her out into the frigid Pacific Ocean, Jess is rescued by two handsome men who heat her blood and help to heal her wounded heart.
Time’s running out for Rory and Evan. They need to present the colony with their chosen mate and tell Jess the truth about who they really are. When their secrets are finally revealed, will their newfound love survive, or will the emotional riptide tear the three of them apart forever?

“Say it,” Rory instructed her in a commanding tone. “I want to hear you say it.”Jess opened her mouth but no words came out. She didn’t know what to say, or how to say it. This was a whole new world for her and she was certain she was going to screw it up.

“They’re only words, sweetheart.” Ethan insinuated his finger the tiniest bit lower, parting her labia before he stopped moving again. “If you say it, Rory will let me reward you.”

Jess quivered and her gaze flew up to meet Rory’s.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, baby. Evan won’t move his hand until you do.”

Jess tried to buck her hips against Evan’s fingers, but he moved with her and laughed. “Now she’s cheating!”

“Jessica Jones, don’t you dare move until you tell me what you’re thinking!” Rory’s tone brooked no argument and Jess was stunned by the authority he poured into every word.

“I think you’re both gorgeous, and I really wish you’d hurry up and get undressed and get in here with us,” she babbled her answer and then added, “and no one has called me by my full name since I got too big to be spanked!”

Rory’s nostrils flared as he leaned forward, his hands still on the fly of his trousers. “Believe me, baby, you’re not too big to be spanked.”

Jess’s jaw dropped open and she stared up at Rory in shock. He couldn’t possibly have meant that…could he? Before she could ask Rory nodded to Evan and Evan’s fingers dove into her pussy, rubbing hard against her clit.

Jess moaned, her hips writhing against the pleasurable pressure. Rory finally moved his hands, undoing his pants and sliding them down his hips. Jess realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and her entire pussy clenched, her inner walls suddenly aching with the need to be filled. Rory’s cock rose up almost to his navel, the tip already engorged and gleaming with pre-cum.

Evan’s clever fingers were making it hard for her to think, but she managed to reach for Rory with trembling fingers, and he took her hand as he finished kicking off his clothing and stepped up and into the tub.

“Is she as responsive as I think she is?” he asked Evan.


“Then I think we should let her come before we start discussing how this is all going to work. A demonstration might help make things clearer.”

Jess whimpered as Evan kept stroking her clit, up and down in a slow, leisurely rhythm.

“Would you like that, Jess?” Rory asked, his tone dark and commanding. “And don’t you dare just nod. I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, please.”

“Oh god, she said please,” Evan groaned and flicked her clit harder.

“Now that’s sexy.” Rory lowered himself into the water until only his head and neck were visible and Jess realized he was kneeling on the floor of the tub. “You got to taste her cute little toes, Ev. So I’m going to be the first to taste her pussy.”

“What?” The word flew out of her mouth before she’d thought of anything else to say.

“Trust me, we’ve got this.” Rory reached out and snagged her ankles in his hands, drawing her feet up to his shoulders. “You got her, Ev? We don’t want her getting a dunking or I think she’s going to have a few things to say to us.”

Evan’s fingers left her pussy and she bit back a mewl of frustration at the loss of contact. Evan reached up around her ribcage and then crossed his arms near the wrist so he had her in a firm hold, his hands eagerly cupping her breasts. “Got her,” he told Rory and brushed a kiss to the side of her mouth. “You may want to hold onto something, sweetheart.”

“Why would I—oh!” Jess exclaimed as Rory lifted her legs over his shoulders and moved toward her until her hips were just clear of the water and her pussy was a scant few centimeters from his mouth.

“That’s why.” Evan chuckled and pinched her nipples between his fingertips as Rory’s hands came over her thighs and parted her labia. Without another word Rory lowered his head and let his tongue swipe along the entire length of her pussy and Jess cried out at the pleasure of it.

She clutched at Evan’s wrists, bracing herself against the sensual onslaught that Rory’s mouth and tongue were unleashing on her clit.

Rory plunged a long, thick finger into her channel and groaned. “She’s so tight.” The words came out muffled, but Evan clearly understood because his arms tightened around Jess and he kissed her hard.

Jess’s body was a sponge, soaking up every glorious touch and sensation. Hands and mouths stroked and sucked until she was quivering and panting, suspended on the precipice of an orgasm. Evan lifted his head and stared into her eyes, his own gone a stormy blue-gray in his passion.

“I want to watch you come. I want to see your beautiful face when it happens.” He pinched her nipples harder than before. “Come for us, Jess.”

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Susan lives out on the Canadian west coast surrounded by open water, dear family and good friends. She’s jumped out of perfectly good airplanes on purpose and had lunch next to royalty by accident. She’s passionately in love with the written word (and a few of her more hunky creations.)

Writing is her joy, her escape from reality and the only way she knows of to quiet the nagging harridan of a muse she claims the universe assigned to her.

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Review: Triple Threat by Silvia Stancil (PNR,ER)

1146614Triple Threat

Club Heat series Bk 2

by Silvia Stancil

Paranormal Erotic romance
Published By: Evernight Publishing
Published: Mar 20, 2013
ISBN # 9781771303279


Janika Lexus has been working at Club Heat in Soul City long enough to know the ropes. She knows her way around town and if there’s one thing she’s discovered, it’s that the seemingly peaceful Soul City is no walk in the park.

As if there weren’t enough paranormal threats, rumor has it that the metropolis has been invaded by Fire Vampires, a terrifying species of vampire that holds allegiance to no other, said to originate from hell itself.

There’s only one way for a human gal to get any kind of safety in Soul City—Janika must pick a pack of shifters as her mates in order to win their protection. And despite her rigid commitment to never commit, Janika can’t help but wonder if she’ll end up winning the heart of Lance, who seems to stand apart from the pack in a way she hasn’t yet unraveled.

Be Warned: menage sex (MFMMM), multiple partners, orgies, anal sex


Plot: 3. This Romance on the Go novella revolves around Janika, a young bartender in the town of Soul City Florida – a city ran rampant with just about every kind of paranormal being imaginable. There are vampires, werewolves, shifters, and other demonic creatures. Looking for protection from said creatures, Janika decides to become a pack mate with a group of Tiger Shifters. Of course they’re not your average shifters, they’re ridiculously hot and sexy. Mmmm… the best kind!

Sex: 4. In order to become a pack mate with the Tigers, Janika decides the best way to be come a pack mate is to bed all of the members. Did I mention there are four members? Woo Hoo! The sex was ridiculously dirty and including all the things you imagine would happen with four guys in one girl – oral, anal, double penetration – the works.

Overall: 3. While normally, I don’t find short stories all that great, this one actually worked for me. The plot was original and surprisingly, I connected with the characters. I think I would enjoy seeing this book expanded into a series. It was hot and heavy from start to finish and kept me turning pages.

Holiday Party Blog Hop: Holidays with the Walker Brothers by Nicole Edwards

Holidays with the Walker Brothers 
by Nicole Edwards


You are personally invited to spend the holidays with the Walker brothers and their families. As with any other time of the year, the seven brothers know how to heat things up while stirring up trouble, and between Thanksgiving and New Year’s, they don’t hold back.

See how Kaleb, Zane, Travis, Sawyer, Brendon, Ethan, and Braydon spend their days and nights through the holiday season. But just a warning… it doesn’t snow much in Coyote Ridge, Texas and they may just be the reason for that.

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Nicole lives in Texas with her husband, Colt, three kids and four dogs. It’s quite the household and most of the time you’ll find her locked away in her office… writing. When she’s not, you’ll likely find her reading, swimming, or hanging out in the yard with the dogs, doing her best to keep them in line. (And no, it doesn’t usually work)

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Holiday Party Blog Tour – Participating Authors & Bloggers!

Check out the line up for the Holiday Party Blog Tour: (Each stop will have a giveaway)11-Nov

Jettie Woodruff
Everything Bared
Kristine Cayne
This Love’s Not for Sale
Ella Dominguez
Blood Slave
Travis Luedke
Holidays with the Walker Brothers
Nicole Edwards
Susan Hayes
K.M. Golland
The Novice (Sexy as Hell, #1)
Harlem Dae
Bishop’s Angel
Tory Richards
Claimed in Canada
Christine Edwards
Falling From Disgrace
L, Maretta
Layers Deep
Lacey Silks
Hers To Cherish
Patricia A. Knight
Janelle Stalder
Siren Song
Stricken Desire
S.K Logsdon
One Night Three Hearts
Adele Allaire
Incidental contact
Eden Connor
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Holiday Party Blog Hop: BLOODSLAVE by Travis Luedke

Blood Slave

The Nightlife Series

by Travis Luedke

Paranormal Romance

ISBN-13: 978-1493638888


“The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.



Her mother named her Esperanza Salvación – Hope for Salvation. But when a girl works as an escort for Colombian cartel in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem, there wasn’t much hope, or salvation.

Hope’s telepathic ability keeps her a step ahead of ruin, but her unusual gift attracts the attention of a psychotic vampire bitch. Trapped in a Manhattan penthouse with the psycho, she thought she was dead meat.

Her survival lies in the hands of Vampire Master Enrique. He seems to respect her, perhaps even care. As a measure of protection, he makes her his personal Bloodslave. Helplessly addicted to his bite, Enrique rules her every moment. As always, Hope must adapt to survive.

Swept into the decadent nightlife of Manhattan’s elite, she falls in love with Enrique and prays someday he may grow to love her, too. But is it simply a relationship of convenience? Is she nothing more than a concubine desperate to satisfy his nightly demands for blood and sex?

And forever in the background is the fear that one day the cartel boss she abandoned will hunt her down to collect on old debts.

??? “Fast paced, no holds-barred, gripping, gut-wrenching, soul-ripping and most definitely tear-inducing. Perfection!”

??? “Travis Luedke writes amazing characters and amazing stories and unbelievable passion flawlessly. After reading this book I was left in shock.”

??? “You know when you see a violent or bloody scene in a movie and you cover your eyes for a couple of seconds until it has past? I caught myself doing that with this book, then I realized that the lines were not going to go away until I read them.”

Find out what happens to Hope as a BLOOD SLAVE…bite into your copy today!


Hope, a telepath, is a Colombian escort, living in the ghettos of Spanish Harlem.  She just finished having sex with her client, an Asian woman named Lia.I pulled my hand out with a wet “plop” sound and a grunt from Lia.  She had wet my whole forearm.  She’s one of those women who squirt, like the ones in porn films.  The smell of our sex permeated the room.  As I walked to the bathroom to wash up, I passed by the mirror and stopped in shock.  A thin line of blood ran down my neck.“You bit me!  Look at that!”  I pointed at myself in the mirror.  “That is so gross!”

I freaked and ran to the bathroom.  I could feel the warm blood running down my shoulder onto my breast.  “Shit!”  I rummaged through the medicine cabinet for the hydrogen peroxide.

I found it and the triple antibiotic with shaking hands.  Who knows where her mouth had been today, she was eating me out a few minutes ago.

Before I could begin to wipe up the blood she was on me.  “Wait.  Let me take care of it.  It’s my mess, I’ll clean it up.”

Then her slimy wet eel tongue snaked out and licked from my breast all the way up to my neck.  The girl had skills with that tongue.  She could take that tongue on the road and make some serious money in a carnival freak show.

Then it hit me and turned my stomach over in flip flops.  She actually licked up my blood.  And I read it there in her mind plain as can be.  She loved it.  I tasted like a syrup-covered ice cream cone to her.  She’d happily lick me all night long if I let her, as long as I kept on bleeding.

“Eww!  Gross!  Oh god, that’s so nasty!”

I almost lost it right there.  I actually gagged for a second, barely swallowed it down.  I kinda have this obsessive-compulsive thing about cleanliness, and blood is definitely unclean in my book.  Blood borne pathogens.  Diseases of the blood.  Hospitals treat it like a damn bio hazard.

Lia snickered at my gross-out reaction, like it was all some joke.  But she couldn’t hide the fact she wanted more.  The freak actually thought she was a vampire.

Then she got really weird.  She stared intensely without blinking.  I sensed her trying to somehow take control of me with her creepy stare.  The chick was odd, a little too much for my tastes.  The sex was fabulous, but I couldn’t deal with the blood thing.  Just straight up sick.  I may be an escort from a third world country, but I do have standards.

She kept staring at me, had been staring at me for some time.  Then she spoke in a commanding monotone, “Tell me your name.”

The sad truth is I didn’t really want her to be a stranger.  As odd as it sounds, I wanted her to come back, and not for the generous tip.  I wanted more of those screaming orgasms.  I’m not normally a screamer, but she had a way of bringing it out of me.

So, against my better judgment, ignoring the creepy aspects of everything that had gone down so far, I gave her what she wanted.  “My name is Hope.”

I have never told anyone in America my real name.  Esperanza Salvación just sounds so south-of-the-border.  ‘Hope’ has a nice ring to it, one syllable.  I delude myself into believing that if I can drop my Colombian accent, employ flawless English and use the name Hope, I can somehow rise above my humble beginnings.

Lia started in on me with that eerie command voice.  “Hope, you will not remember our meeting or this conversation.  You’re feeling tired.  You feel like sleeping.  You need to rest.”

This shit was getting old fast.  “I get it.  You don’t need to repeat yourself.  I’m not stupid.  I’ve been doing this a long time.  I know the score.  I’ll never tell anyone you were here.  We’ve never met before, yada, yada, yada.  I know the routine.”

Lia didn’t care for my attitude.  She came at me again with that same monotone crap.  “You will not remember our meeting.  We have never met before.  You will not remember that I bit you and tasted your blood.”

“Whatever.  It was gross.  But don’t worry about it.  I’m not gonna say anything to anybody.  It didn’t happen.  This is our little secret.  I respect your privacy. Actually … I was hoping you might want to see me again …”

I’d given this speech to dozens of cops, business men, politicians, even a priest. Everyone who’s someone of importance out in the community needs reassurance their freaky romp with an escort will remain confidential.  I’m not into blackmail or extortion or anything stupid like that.  It’s nasty business that never ends well.  I have seen it done by the cartel to others less fortunate.  Plus, being illegal, it wouldn’t be hard to get me deported.

She did not look pleased.  I tried to put her at ease.  “You already gave me a two hundred dollar tip, so I’m cool.  And I really would like to see you again …”

She started looking at me funny, her head turned sideways, like I was the freak.  I dug into her mind to see what the hell.  She’d become extremely irritated over something.

“You’re a special kind of girl, aren’t you?”

She was trying to defocus her vision to see something else, off to the side of my head.  Some kind of hazy color spectrum.

“Yes you are …”  Her voice trailed off.  She flipped like that into a raging-bull hatred.  She pegged me with this totally wicked I-want-to-kill-you-and-dance-on-your-corpse look.  “You Bitch!  You’re digging around in my head, you bitch!”

I caught it a split second before she hit me, and I reacted.  I flinched away, stepped back out of her reach, except she hadn’t moved.

“Gotcha, didn’t I?  I knew it.”  Her lip curled into a snarl.

“What?  What’s your problem?”

Then I finally understood.  She had been trying to hypnotize me into ignorance. When she realized it wasn’t working, she began to suspect I had some kind of psychic sensitivity, a telepath, or clairvoyant.  I had just proven her right by reacting to her thoughts rather than her actions.

Staring at me with her head cocked sideways, she recognized something about this weird color she thought she could see, something yellow-gold in my aura.  That decided it for her.

“You already know way too much about me don’t you.”  She had this half-smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.  But I think it’s time you should go.”

I presented a dilemma.  If I couldn’t be hypnotized into forgetting, and I had read her mind, what to do with me?  The thought came to her instantly.  A toothy grin slid across her face.  She would probably have to kill me to contain the situation.


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About the Author:

Travis Luedke is a husband, father, and author of Urban Fantasy Thriller, Paranormal Romance, Contemporary Fantasy, Young Adult Fiction, and Sci-fi. He is currently catching a 3rd degree sunburn in San Antonio, Texas, and loving every minute of it.

As the author of the Nightlife Series novels, Travis lives very vicariously through his writings. He invites you to enjoy his macabre flights of fancy, but be warned: The Nightlife Series is violent, sexy, and occasionally violently sexy.

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