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Review: All The Wrong Moves by Miranda Stowe

In Erotica, Gay/Lesbian, review on December 23, 2013 at 9:37 am

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By Miranda Stowe

Whispers Publishing (out of business?)
Contemporary Menage
M/F/M Novella

Blurb:

Twice the tempo, twice the protection, twice the pleasure.

When Sin Crawford and Trace Buchannan start their security firm, they have no idea it will lead them back into Caitlyn Pruitt’s life. Cait left Sin when she realized he liked to share his women with his best friend. Now, years later and many life experiences between them, Sin and Trace take on a body guarding gig for pop singing sensation, Astrid, only to realize the young diva has hired Cait to choreograph the dance moves in her next music video.

Not about to lose Cait from their lives again, both men are determined to dish out their best moves this time around to win her over once and for all…as long as they don’t let their target get killed by a dangerous stalker in the progress.

Review:

When I first selected this book for review I made a quick glance at the cover and assumed it was m/m—which is what I usually review for Naughty Edition. But a few pages in and I realized, whoa, there’s a chick in this. Well, the writing was clean, well done and enjoyable so I continued and I was glad I did.

The story tells of two best friends, Sin and Trace, who run security and get hired to protect a bratty pop star (think Miley Cyrus). They will go undercover as dancers in the star’s video. The surprise is that the pop star’s dance instructor is Cait…..the woman from their past.

Several years ago Sin was dating Cait, but his best friend Trace was always there, being sexy and distracting. Unable to resist temptation, one night Trace kissed her. When Sin saw it, she thought it would be the end of their relationship but rather than being mad, he wanted to join in. This was too much for Cait to deal with and she ran, leaving both men with broken hearts.

Now back to present day. The two guys not only must protect the pop star from a vengeful stalker, but they also realize that this might be there one and only chance to convince Cait that she has room in her heart and her bed for both of them.

Overall the writing was excellent, the sex appropriately spicy and I thoroughly enjoyed the suspenseful twist at the end. Too often ménage books are lacking in plot, but this one does not disappoint. I won’t give spoilers, but if you are looking for a quick, spicy ménage, pick up ALL THE WRONG MOVES and enjoy.

Overall Enjoyment: 4

Reviewed by Reviews by kitty kat

 

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Blog: http://mirandastowe.blogspot.com/

Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/mirandastowebks

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Review: Arsen by Mia Asher

In review, Women's Fiction on December 21, 2013 at 9:21 am

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A broken love story

By Mia Asher

Women’s Fiction, Contemporary Romance

Blurb:
One glance was all it took…
I’m a cheater.
I’m a liar.
My whole life is a mess.
I love a man.
No, I love two men…
I think.
One makes love to me. The other sets me on fire.
One is my rock. The other is my kryptonite.
I’m broken, lost, and disgusted with myself.
But I can’t stop. This is my story.
My broken love story.

Review:

**Contains Spoilers**

Wrecked. That is really the only way I can describe how I feel after reading this book. It’s a little over a week since I’ve finished it and I’m still reeling from it and processing it. I knew from the beginning that this wasn’t a fairy tale romance novel. I knew I was in for an emotion disaster. What I didn’t know was that I was going to be left emotionally devastated after reading it.
I don’t think I have ever hated a main character as much as I hate Cathy. If she were a real person, I would probably have to kick her ass for being such a selfish BITCH! That’s really the only way I can describe her. Despite hating her, I did connect with her. I felt genuinely sorry for the pain and struggles that she had to deal with, but I can’t fathom why she felt that cheating on her adoring husband with a twit like Arsen would make anything better. I probably would have understood more if she had turned to drugs. But then I suppose I wouldn’t have read this beautifully heart-breaking book.

Plot: 5. This book is about a selfish woman who thinks of no one but herself, doesn’t give a damn about who she destroys with her actions and is incapable of real love for anyone other than herself. The story is told mainly through Cathy’s POV, but does have a few wonderful flashbacks that give us glimpses into Ben and Cathy’s history together, as well as a few chapters from both Ben and Arsen’s POV.

Cathy and Ben have been together for 11 years and are unable to conceive a child. After years of heartbreak over miscarriages, Cathy decides that the best way to handle her grief and self-imposed guilt is to have an affair with the much younger (sexy as hell) bad boy, Arsen. (This will only make sense to heartless, selfish women.) While Cathy may be trying to alleviate her own pain, she is destroying two men in the process – Ben, her kind, caring and ever-devoted husband, along with Arsen. While Ben is the epitome of the perfect husband, Arsen is the typical spoiled rich kid who also only thinks of himself. While neither deserve the pain that Cathy causes, watching (reading actually) how she shatters Ben’s heart was gut-wrenching. I can’t tell you the amount of tears that I shed reading this book.

Sex: 4. This book is about cheating therefore this story contains a lot of graphic sex scenes. While I absolutely adored the sex scenes between Brad and Cathy, the scenes with Cathy and Arsen were painful for me to read, despite being wickedly hot. My heart broke a little more for Brad each and every time Arsen and Cathy were together.

Overall: 5. Even though this book did not leave me feeling warm and fuzzy upon completion, I still absolutely loved it and think it is one of the best books this year. I think one of my favorite things about this book was that it seemed so real to me. I could really see this happening to people or maybe it was that I felt so connected to these characters that I thought they were real. Either way, I walked away from the book feeling as though I hadn’t just read a “broken love story.” I walked away feeling I had just lived and experienced one myself.

This book will bring you out of your comfort zone and break you down bit by heart-breaking bit. While it may have been an emotionally exhausting journey, I am so glad that I was willing to take it. I will never forget this book and how it made me feel and to realize that some clichés are spot on and that you never know what you’ve got until it’s gone, but some clichés are dead wrong because the grass is NOT always greener on the other side. Just ask Cathy.

Holiday Party Blog Hop: Incidental Contact by Eden Connor

In #HPBH, Blog Hops on December 20, 2013 at 12:53 am

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Those Devilish De Marco Men #3

by Eden Connor

Erotic Romance

Purchase at: B&N | Amazon US | Amazon UK |

 Blurb:

What if a random kiss with the wrong woman feels like more than incidental contact?What if you sense every mistake brought you to this place, with this person?What if you know you’ll have to clean up your bad-boy past and can’t offer her much of a future, but you’re determined to win her heart? What if you’re having… performance issues?Welcome to Eric De Marco’s world.First person to say ‘go hard or go home’ gets his ass kicked. 

Headed for a NASCAR career at seventeen, by thirty-three, Eric’s just a small town Romeo, servicing mini-vans by day and women he doesn’t care about by night. Not the man for Amy Sizemore, a college senior bound for a career in community service. An unexpected kiss shows Eric a woman’s curves and desires lurk beneath Amy’s bulky clothing. Desperate to change his life, he sets out to make himself into a man the part-time sports referee could love.

Read the First Chapter here.

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Twitter: @EdenConnor

Blog Tour: Guilty Pleasures by Manuela Cardiga

In Blog Tour, Erotic Romance on December 19, 2013 at 10:04 am

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The Food and Fornication Fables

By Manuela Cardiga

Romance/ Erotica

Book Summary

Gorgeous, narcissistic Lance Packhard—a sex therapist specializing in helping anorgasmic women—is writing a revolutionary book entitled Sexual Secrets of a Sexual Surrogate.

When a ruthless mother offers him an enormous sum to impregnate her daughter, Millicent Deafly, a debt-ridden Lance hesitantly agrees.

Millicent, however, isn’t into sex. She’s carefree, joyfully voluptuous, and dedicated to her palate. Lance will only get her attention if he dabs soy sauce on his pulse points.

To get close to her, a determined Lance takes a job at Millicent’s dinner club, Guilty Pleasures, as an assistant to her irascible and eccentric chef, Serge Moreno.

But for Lance, nothing goes according to plan. He’s not only failing to seduce Millie, he’s falling madly in love with her.

Lance’s life becomes next to impossible when his best friend, George, gets married and wants to hold the reception at Guilty Pleasures. Will the truth be uncovered?

Introducing

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Manuela Cardiga

Manuela Cardiga was born in Mozambique and raised in South Africa where she studied fashion design. She moved to Europe where she worked as a fashion designer, then moved to the crazy world of advertising as a graphic designer and copywriter. Manuela is a designer by profession, a cook by vocation, and a writer by compulsion. She currently resides in Lisbon, Portugal where she writes contemporary and historical fiction, designs book covers, illustrates children’s books, and mothers a gorgeous daughter while juggling a day job. She also dabbles enthusiastically in exotic, experimental cuisine, much to the discomfort of family and friends.

Praise for Guilty Pleasures 

A Review of Guilty Pleasures

At last, we have that absolute rarity: a titillating novel which is multi-layered, intelligently written and very, very funny.

Manuela Cardiga allows us to ride alongside Lance Packhard as he sets out on a cynical mission involving seduction and finds himself seduced by life itself. To say more would be unfair as watching this growth provides much of the entertainment.

All the characters are strongly drawn. There is Millicent Deafly, a single woman of quiet strength, who has channelled her creativity and skills into producing feasts of almost carnal delight. There is Serge Moreno, a physically stunted man who has survived every misfortune (sexual and social) that can be imagined and by embracing these has turned them into empathy and wisdom. There is Millicent’s unappreciative mother, narrow- minded and set in her ways, and many grateful clients who are defined by their guilty pleasures.

Manuela Cardiga is obviously a lover of classical as well as modern fiction, as the pages of Guilty Pleasures frequently contain wholly appropriate and delightfully witty references which like-minded souls will enjoy. This is not to say that her work is in any way pretentious or difficult to read. Her prose is crisp and her novel will keep her readers up late to complete “just one more chapter”.

Obviously the erotic content will attract discussion, and it is here that the novel becomes exceptional. Yes, it is explicit, but in a way which never cheapens the sexual aspect. It celebrates what the act of lovemaking can become, given mutual respect and tenderness. It is an important part of the novel, as it is in life, and it becomes part of a rich tableau painted by an author whose sense of humour is perfectly balanced by her sense of what is noble.

On a similar note, most chapters begin with a few words of advice for aspiring suitors. Yes, they are amusing, but their truth will, I suspect, result in many copies being given by women to their partners in the hopes that good sense will strike a chord and their love lives will soar.

One cannot end a review of Guilty Pleasures without mentioning the other delight which parallels the sexual ones. The joy of food permeates every aspect of the novel. It is decadent, delightful and completely indulgent. It goes beyond the alleviation of hunger and feeds the spirit. It provides, for a night, what is forbidden. It creates memories and promises, and even helps heal loneliness and loss.

I am assuming that the establishment known as Guilty Pleasures does not yet exist. Will someone with a lot of money and a desire to make the world a better place, please open it.

Guilty Pleasures is a novel that works on all levels and is hugely entertaining – a breath of fresh air in a field where novelty is becoming increasingly rare.

J. McKenzie

Debut author, Manuela Cardiga, arouses all senses in her stunning novel of  epicurean and sexual pleasures.

Guilty Pleasures is hilarious, entertaining and erotic. Cardiga has an uncanny understanding of our deep rooted emotions and relationship with all thing pleasureful, but guilt inducing.

Her main protagonists are wonderfully flawed, yet at heart, both as courageous and romantic as long forgotten princesses and knights in shining armor.

Beautifully written, in at times Victorian-like prose, Guilty Pleasures is a must read and will surely satisfy most readers’ hedonistic side.

Elana Sabharwal ~ Author of “Delhi Deception”

5.0 out of 5 stars

 

I defy anyone to read this book and not wish it was scratch and sniff! The food in it is to die for, and the relationship between Lance/Will and Millie is equally fantastic, full of lust and UST. Guilty Pleasures has a great deal of humour alongside the romance and food porn. Some of the chapter openers – snippets from Lance’s book (which I REALLY want Manuela to write next!) – had me laughing out loud for days. And can we pause a minute to appreciate the cover… *sigh* I highly recommend this wonderful debut novel.

Andrea ~ Goodreads

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Publication Date: 5th December 2013

Sales Information

Guilty Pleasures is available in paperback and ebook at Amazon, B&N.com, The Writers Coffee Shop online: http://ph.thewriterscoffeeshop.com/books/detail/108, and available in ebook format on iTunes and Kobo.

Holiday Party Blog Hop: One Night Three Hearts by Adele Allaire

In #HPBH, Blog Hops, review on December 18, 2013 at 1:00 am

One Night Three Hearts by Adele Allaire


Description:


Thirty-five year old unemployed Rose struggles with unemployment, weight gain, and now an infertility diagnosis that requires expensive IVF treatments she and her husband can’t afford. Her obsession with becoming a mother before her biological clock ticks down allows ovulation kits to completely dictate marital relations with Jason, her loving husband for over a decade.

Desperate to reignite the fire in their marriage, Jason goes to the one person he thinks can help save his marriage — his long time friend, Matt. Unknown to the couple, Matt has an exotic motive that will either tear the couple apart through his manipulations or reunite them with a shared determination to expose their buried desires.


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Adele Allaire writes sensual women’s fiction steeped in dramatic symbolism as an escape from her copy editing day job.


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Three Broken Promises (One Week Girlfriend Quartet) by: Monica Murphy

In Erotic Romance, New Adult, review on December 17, 2013 at 9:20 am

Three Broken Promises

A Novel (One Week Girlfriend Quartet)

by Monica Murphy

New Adult, Erotic Romance

Blurb:
Breakout New Adult sensation Monica Murphy returns with a hot new contemporary romance—a heartfelt story of second chances, forgiveness, and redemption.

Commitment. That’s what I really want from Colin. Ever since my brother, Danny, died in Iraq, Colin’s done so much to help me, including giving me a job at his popular restaurant so I can leave my crappy waitress job at the strip joint. But lying in bed with him every night to comfort him from his horrible nightmares isn’t enough anymore. I know he feels guilty about Danny’s death, about not going to Iraq, but I can’t keep living this double life.

I love him desperately, but he’s got so many demons, and if he can’t open up to me now, then he’ll never be the real partner I need him to be. I gave him a month, and now I’m out of here. If he truly loves me like he says, he knows where to find me.

Review:

Plot: 4. While the blurb of this book gives a very simplistic idea of what’s going on in this story, trust me when I tell you there is so much more here. This story has a more complex plot dealing with Jen’s desperation to escape her family’s grief over the death of her brother and Colin’s almost crippling grief over Danny’s death. I don’t want to give too much away, but trust me that it’s even better that described!

Sex: 4. Oh the buildup in this book. I didn’t think these two were ever going to pull their heads out of their butts and get to it. When they did, someone should have called Smokey the Bear because they were igniting sparks all over the pages. The chemistry between Colin and Jen was almost tangible. Each and every scene was passionate, meaningful and most importantly, believable – perfectly executed. I think I sighed audibly on more than one occasion.

Overall: 4. I read this in a couple of hours without stopping. This was not by choice, but due to the fact that I couldn’t put it down. Reading this story was intense. I was instantly drawn to these two characters and I couldn’t help want to scream for them to get out of their own heads and just open up to each other. The fact that they are both so obviously in love with each other, fiercely protective of one another, but both still wracked with grief over secrets they carry and over the death of their loved one was a journey in emotions for me. This story felt so realistic and ripped my heart out at times over Colin’s noncommittal stance and Jen’s desperation for him to just love her. Ms. Murphy has written a wonderful story that I hope you do not miss out on. If you’re a fan of a “tug at your heartstrings” romance novels, Three Broken Promises is for you.

Cover Reveal: Tainted by K. A. Robinson

In Cover Reveal on December 14, 2013 at 12:58 pm
KARTaintedBookCover-FINALRELEASE DATE – January 25, 2014
The third and final chapter of Chloe and Drake’s story!

Part One: Facing My Demons
Drake lost everything the day Chloe walked away from him. Feeling angry and hurt by her abandonment, he dives deeper into his cocaine use. Each day becomes a struggle for him. After his band is picked up by a recording studio in Los Angeles, things go from bad to worse. What happens to a man who has lost everything he ever truly cared about?

Part Two: Learning to Love Again
When Drake showed up on Chloe’s doorstep, begging for forgiveness, she couldn’t turn him away. To Chloe, loving Drake is like breathing and she couldn’t bring herself to let him go again.
But what happens next? Follow Chloe and Drake as they learn to forgive and heal together. Will Drake’s fame get in the way of their happily ever after? Or is love enough to keep them together? The epic conclusion to Drake and Chloe’s story.

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Holiday Party Blog Hop: Siren Song by A.C. Warneke

In #HPBH, Blog Hops on December 13, 2013 at 7:53 am

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Siren Song

by A. C. Warneke Paranormal Erotic Romance

Blurb:

A wolf For eighteen years Duncan Tremain has been able to control his wolf, only letting the beast out to play when the moon is full. This unyielding discipline has given him the ability to conquer whatever hardship should come his way; until Lexi Darling appears in his life. With her joie de vivre and innate sensuality, he is enchanted from the start but the more time he spends in her company the more he can feel his control slipping and the chains that bind the wolf breaking. Determined to keep her safe, he desperately tries to keep his distance, which is a challenge since he is her new boss and Lexi is persistent. A Siren A virgin in a temptress’s body, Lexi wants Duncan the first moment she lays eyes on him. Just as Duncan is determined to keep his distance, Lexi is determined to break down his defenses and waltz with him in the moonlight. She pursues him relentlessly, accidentally using her newly discovered Siren gifts to lure him to his downfall. A love that has other plans Giving in to temptation has never been so wonderful even as both have their reasons to make sure the relationship doesn’t get too deep. But the wolf knows what he wants and he wants the Siren. Warning: This book contains adult content because it is a romance between a wolf and a Siren!

Excerpt:

Lexi made a face, “You know that will never happen. Skin is where I go if I want to escape my sisters’ attempts to pry into my life but if I worked here….” Feeling a change in the air, Lexi abruptly stopped talking and twisted around to see what could have caused it. She very nearly spontaneously combusted when she saw Him. It was an unfamiliar, and slightly terrifying, reaction for her to have towards anyone, especially a stranger. Usually she enjoyed admiring from afar with a cool detachment but that wasn’t possible in this case. One thought crowded out all of the others: this man was a warrior, sleek, strong, powerful and a little bit dangerous. And virile. Definitely virile. His mere presence was playing havoc with her hormones from across the room. There was no telling what he would do to her up close and personal and a delicious shiver went down her spine at the thought. From where she stood, she appreciated the way he wore his clothes, wondering how he would look out of them. He was very well-dressed, very expensively dressed, in a dark, Italian suit and a white shirt, the whiteness emphasizing his golden skin. Her fingers curled into her palm at the thought of touching that carved jaw, those lush lips. And she saw that those lips were set in a firm line as he surveyed the room with piercing eyes, not missing a thing. He looked like he was checking the space out for danger except he was the most dangerous thing there. The wool-clad warrior was a devastatingly handsome man, with a sculpted face: a strong jaw, high cheek bones and a straight nose, softened only by lips that were made for sin, lush and wicked. His raven black hair was short but long enough to drag her fingers through. It was also perfect without a single strand out of place and she had the strangest urge to walk up to him and just muss it up a bit. She could imagine him with tousled hair, looking down at her with that intense gaze as he moved over her…. Whoa, too far. She told herself to rein in the lustful thoughts and just admire. “You’re drooling, Lexi,” Dima whispered in her ear. “I am not,” she shot back, surreptitiously wiping at the corners of her mouth making Dima laugh. Leaning back, keeping her eyes on the new-comer, she asked, “Who do you think he is?” “I don’t care who he is,” Dima breathed into her ear, his attention diverted as well. “Who’s the redhead he’s with?” Lexi turned her head slightly and saw the pretty, little redhead hanging on the god’s arm, a sultry smile playing about her lips as she looked around the crowded bar. She said something and the dark warrior bent his head to hear her and a rush of desire crashed through Lexi’s body at the move. “Do you think they’re together?” “God I hope not,” Dima murmured. “Look at them, Dima. They are so very comfortable with one another,” Lexi said, holding out her arm in the man’s direction. “They’re probably together, their bodies move together as if they are intimately familiar. And they both reek of wealth and prestige, like they belong at the country club and not in a bar like this. She should be drinking a Manhattan and I think his preferred drink would be a martini….” “Shaken, not stirred,” Dima finished in a quasi-British accent, causing them both to laugh. “Stop that,” Lexi grinned, swatting at his arm and hitting air, her eyes never leaving the man. She tilted her head to the side in thoughtful contemplation for he was magnetic and she was mesmerized. Her lips curled upwards in an appreciative smile as he helped the redhead out of her coat, setting it on the back of her chair as he held it out for her. “Nice. Do you think he might like blond?” “I like blond,” Dima countered absently. “Brunette, black… but I think tonight I prefer red.” After a moment of silence, he leaned across the bar and asked, “So, do we take a divide and conquer approach so I can have the redhead and you can have the man she’s with?” “I don’t think so,” Lexi frowned. “He’s for looking and not touching.” “But she’s for touching,” Dima purred, his breath moving across Lexi’s bare shoulder. “Snag his attention so I can make a move on the girl.” “You’re a sick bastard,” Lexi teased, enjoying the view as the man remained standing, looking around the bar with a certain arrogance she found appealing. The man was very much a ‘look but don’t touch’ and Lexi needed to leave before she gave in to the impulse to touch, knowing she’d want so much more if she touched. She’d want it all. Tearing her gaze away from perfection-incarnate, she faced Dima with a frown, “I’ve really got to go.” “Here,” he said, pulling out two fresh shot glasses and filling them with the foul-tasting tequila. “Do one more shot with me before you go.” “Why? I’m already a little buzzed. One more and I’ll be worthless.” “I need the courage so I can steal Red away from the big bad wolf.” She took a deep breath and let it out, a low, painful groan emanating from the back of her throat as she narrowed her eyes and glared at the two glasses. “Fine.” “That’s my girl,” he grinned, sprinkling salt on his hand once again and holding it to her mouth. She held his gaze as she slid her tongue over his flesh, seeing the flash of dark humor in his eyes as she did so. She really hated tequila and if she was smart, she’d have refused the last shot. But she needed something to fortify her resolve to not touch. With a little whimper, she took the tequila and slammed it, quickly taking the lime from Dima’s mouth. With a shudder, she wiped the back of her hand against her mouth, “God, that’s disgusting.” Dima laughed, “My turn.”

Grumbling under her breath, Lexi took the salt and sprinkled it on her hand and held it in front of Dima’s mouth. He simply smiled at her and shook his head, “Nyuh uh.”
“Dima,” she protested, though it was ignored as he leaned forward and licked the curve of her neck and poured the salt there. With another sigh, she put the lime in her mouth then tilted her head to the side as he nibbled her skin before drinking his tequila. This time when he captured the lime, he took his time, grabbing her shoulders and holding her in place as he moved his mouth over hers, as he prolonged the kiss, making Lexi twist her head away and chuckle. “Dima.”
“Pardon me,” a luscious, utterly masculine voice murmured from behind her.
Lexi flattened her hands against Dima’s chest and pushed, breaking the lime-kiss and stumbling backwards into a solid wall of muscle belonging to the man standing behind her. Heat enveloped her body and her flesh started to hum. Without seeing him, she knew that it was the warrior-stranger and the laughter quickly faded away, replaced by sexual awareness. Her eyes slid shut until she became aware of Dima soft chuckle and she came crashing back to reality. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at her friend, though her smile softened the look, “Dickhead.”
But then warm hands wrapped around her bare arms to steady her and the rest of the world simply vanished. She felt like a cat, needing to rub her body against his, wanting to have him stroke her. Relishing in the strength of the stranger, she breathed in his scent and let it fill her. It was clean and male with no artifice but there was also something wild about it, as if he spent his nights running naked through the woods. Heat burned through her as she pictured him in her head, standing beneath the bright moon in all of his naked glory, his piercing eyes holding her in place as she….
“Pardon me,” the masculine voice came again and the solid wall rumbled against her back. She realized that she was still pressed up against him, that his hands were still holding her and she didn’t want to move. She just wanted to stay there and continue experiencing the loveliest sensation she’d ever known.
Lexi returned from her brief sojourn to fantasy world and jumped, turning around as she did so. The gorgeous man was truly standing there, looking down at her with the most intense silver eyes she had ever seen. Her tongue lost its ability to move and she was unable to articulate a single thought as her knees decided to disappear and she fell against the bar. Even wearing three inch heels, she only reached his chin, making him 6’2, maybe 6’3. And he was solid steel and sinew, bone and muscle. All she could do was stare at the pagan god come to life and try to find her tongue, maybe remember how to speak.
He was even more striking up close and personal and, having been pressed up against him, she knew his body was honed to absolute perfection. And whatever he was doing, her body was definitely responding. The reactions that were strong when her back was towards him became nearly unbearable. His eyes seemed to burn right into her, sending chills along her skin and making her stomach flip over. Her nipples tightened into two hard buds and her belly began to buzz in anticipation. She wasn’t even going to consider the dampness between her thighs. No one ever elicited that type of response from her and never a stranger. Maybe it was the tequila. Yeah, that’s what she was going to tell herself anyway even if she knew it for the lie it was.
If she stayed there any longer, she wouldn’t be held accountable for her actions and that thought scared the hell out of her. Attraction was one thing but this all-consuming, all-compelling force was something else entirely. With her pulse racing, she knew she had to get out of there. Unfortunately, she had no desire to leave.
His silver eyes melted her bones as he spoke in a husky tenor, “I saw you standing over here and I was wondering if I could I buy you a drink?”
She needed to get out of there because touching him was everything she had hoped and dreaded. But then she found her voice coming out in a low and throaty rasp, “One drink.”
He smiled, revealing perfect white teeth and her stomach dropped to her feet. God, he was even more dangerous to her well-being when he smiled. Holding up two fingers, he ordered a couple of shots and Lexi almost groaned, already tipsy from her earlier shots. But then he looked at her with those silver eyes and his voice caressed her as he murmured, “If you don’t mind?”
She looked at him as he held out his hand towards her. Not knowing what else to do, she put her hand in his, catching her breath at the electric sensation that shot up her arm. His fingers wrapped around her wrist and he pulled her against his hard body. His eyes glittered as he held her gaze, bringing her wrist up to his mouth and running his tongue along the delicate skin and then sprinkling salt on the damp spot. Unaware of anything other than his beguiling eyes, she was startled when a wedge of lime was placed in her mouth.
“Thank you,” the gorgeous stranger murmured as he licked the salt from her skin and then slammed the glass of tequila. Lexi was transfixed by the way his throat worked as he swallowed, how the tendons moved and his Adam’s apple bobbed. She didn’t get to spend enough time studying the lines of his neck before he cursed beneath his breath and his mouth was on hers.
Pulling back slightly, he squeezed the bitter juice into her mouth and pulled it out before continuing with the kiss. His tongue stroked along hers and she lost herself in his lips, receiving the full impact of his kiss, feeling it in her belly and lower still. Her arms slid around his trim waist and she pressed herself harder against his solid body, luxuriating in the heat that wrapped itself around her. Her head was spinning and she wasn’t sure if it was from the tequila or the kiss. It was probably a bit of both. She wanted the kiss to go on forever, which was ridiculous since she didn’t know the man at all. But, oh! he could kiss!
Reluctantly pulling her lips from his, she took a wobbly step backwards and looked up at him, a siren’s smile curving her lips, “My turn.”
As much as she despised tequila, she was looking forward to doing the shot, if only to taste the scrumptious man once more. With one hand on his arm to steady herself, she glanced at Dima, ignoring the cynical humor blazing in his eyes as he poured tequila into a second shot glass. With a wince, she took a deep breath and turned back to the gorgeous stranger. “Ready?”
“Always,” he rumbled, his molten silver eyes caressing her face and making her burn even hotter.
Leaning against him and going up onto her toes, she slowly slid her tongue along the exposed skin of his neck, tasting his woodsy, masculine flavor and closing her eyes at the sheer pleasure of it. A stifled groan came from the back of his throat and his fingers wrapped around her elbows, as if he was as unsteady as she was. She pulled away just enough to squeeze the juice of lime into his mouth, running her finger over the ripe fullness of his bottom lip. His eyes flared even brighter as she grabbed the shot and, pausing but a moment, slammed it down her throat with a shudder. Her throat burned and her eyes watered but it was worth it. Even the hangover she’d have in the morning was going to be worth it.
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, she pulled him down as she rose up, their lips meeting somewhere in the middle. Citrus and man erased the vile taste of the alcohol and she took her time exploring the wet heat of his mouth, a hum of approval coming from her own throat. Suddenly, she wanted this man more than her next breath, more than she had ever wanted anything. She wanted to explore the defined ridges of his hard body, the heavy weight of his thick erection. She wanted to tear off his clothes and touch him everywhere.
She wanted to fuck him until the world ended and she was left standing among the ruins.

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Deanna Wadsworth’s Countdown to Christmas Blog Tour

In Blog Hops, Blog Tour, Deanna Wadsworth, Erotic Romance, Gay/Lesbian on December 13, 2013 at 6:45 am

Countdown to Christmas with Ms. Claus

12 days and counting!

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Thanks for asking me to blog a second time, Jorge, for Deanna Wadsworth’s Countdown to Christmas blog tour. I actually enjoyed myself the first time. And how could I not enjoy myself when I’m being asked to blog on a website called Naughty Edition Reviews. If anyone knows about naughty, that would be me, Lady Frieda Claus—and NO Santa is not my husband, he’s my brother. Eew! Those of us at THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE don’t have an exclusive on being naughty. One look around this sexy website, I any one knows that Mistress Rayna probably knows a thing or two about being naughty, as well!

Here’s to kindred spirits!

Its 12 days until Christmas and the North Pole workshop is the full swing! We are so busy I don’t even get a chance to sit down and eat. My brother Nick’s Christmas Cookie Baking School is producing many crazy new cookie concoctions, but I’ve only gotten to try the root beer cookies, and I totally missed out on the sugar plum stuffed shortbread! It is so hectic around here I cannot wait for my big Christmas Eve bash!

If you want to know why I’m looking forward to Christmas Eve, maybe you should read the story Deanna Wadsworth wrote about me MS. CLAUS’S LIST. It’s the first book in a series called THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE from Decadent Publishing.

Keeping in line with all things naughty on this website, I want to talk about the fourth installment FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH. It’s the story of an elf named Lars. He is the hottest Light Elf you will ever see. Tall, thin, gorgeous and his cum taste like peanut butter. And believe me, it goes well with everything!

If you are enjoying the Countdown to Christmas blog series, catch a list of all the dates HERE. This Monday you will hear from Jorge, the organizer of this little blog blitz and he’ll be over at silviaviolet.com

Today, I wanted to share an excerpt from my book MS. CLAUS’S LIST where Lars is first introduced in the series. It is book one, but I think it gives a good set-up in getting to know Lars. I hope you enjoy this exclusive naughty excerpt!

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wpid-Rudolph-medium.jpgBlurb for FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH

The Naughty North Pole—Book Four

By Deanna Wadsworth

Lars is the sarcastic elf who runs Santa’s Mail Department and he follows the dating rule of “no repeats”. But lately he’s been having a romantic textlationship with another elf, via the dating app Elf4Elf. When his cyber boyfriend goes AWOL after a misunderstanding, Lars realizes too late that there is more to life than sex, work, and cookies.

On Christmas Eve, Santa asks Lars to personally deliver a gift to Rudolph—a former reindeer handler who left the North Pole because of a misunderstanding. Rudolph lives on the secluded Sugar Plum Ridge and the only way to get there is by sleigh. Lars just can’t get a break!

When a sudden blizzard forces the two elves to hole up in Rudolph’s cabin, will they find a way to make their own fun and games or will one surprise ruin it all?

One thing is certain: after this night, they both will believe in the magic of the Naughty North Pole!

Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable Cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the inter-workings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

 

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Extended EXCERPT from MS. CLAUS’S LIST where we first meet Lars—the hero of FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH

“Sir Erik,” Donna announced. “Please step forward and share your tokens of esteem.”

This tall, olive-skinned elf had poison green eyes, which sparkled like gemstones from the deepest treasure vaults of Valhalla. I recognized him as the Dark Elf who had handed Nick the reins of the sleigh earlier. His smooth body did not have a hair in sight, other than the midnight black waves of the mane brushing his shoulders. I wondered if he had any body hair at all and my nipples tightened at the prospect of finding out. I glanced at my clipboard.

His cum tasted like chocolate.

Wasn’t that every girl’s favorite?

Damn, I loved being me.

“My Lady and Mistress,” Erik began. “May I approach?”

I gestured him forward. “By all means.”

“I have but one gift to offer and that is me,” he whispered in my ear, his voice sensual like vodka-spiked hot chocolate. I shivered from the heat of his breath on my neck and before I realized what had happened, he kissed me.

And not just any kiss. Erik tasted and explored my mouth, suckling on my lips and leaving me weak. Someone let out a few wolf whistles but Erik’s scent and taste intoxicated me. For a second, I swore maybe I had reached Valhalla.

He retreated, breaking the kiss but not moving far away. We still shared the same breath. I practically had to cross my eyes to look down at the glorious mouth that had just made love to mine.

“Well,” I said in a breathless pant, licking my lips. I blinked a few times, and he straightened. Before I could focus my vision again, the smug bastard had already walked away, grinning at his success.

I couldn’t wait to wipe that smirk off his face. I had more than one use for a mouth like his. I’d bet Pip did, too. Blood still thundered in my ears in rhythm with some Christmas carol I couldn’t recognize—didn’t they all sound the same after a while?

Erik and Pip would be it. Why the hell did I even go through the motions, allowing Donna to announce the next contestant on The Penis Is Right? I’d made my choices. And if Bachelor Number Four with his lame-ass poetry and Number Five with his bizarre and somewhat creepy sideshow contortion act were any indication, this thing needed to wrap up, and quickly.

Just when I was about to say, “I’m done, let’s commence with the fucking,” Donna nudged me in the side.

“What?” I hissed rather belligerently. My clock was ticking, and I had an itch that needed to be scratched.

Donna gave me a disapproving look and jerked her head to the man in front of me. The tall Ljósálfr regarded me with mild amusement, his eyes reflecting the gold highlights in those tresses. He’d tied back his long, watery-caramel-colored hair with a leather thong. He wore only dark blue silk pants, flowing loose and easy, revealing the bumpy presence of the sizable endowment in the front.

Hmmm, Daddy always did say patience was a virtue.

“What do we have here?” I drawled.

“A trick to entertain the Lady,” Hot Pants told me.

He proceeded to stick a shot glass in my cleavage—after asking permission, of course. I watched on as he filled it with a sweet, dark liqueur and a cherry. Smiling a saucy grin, he leaned closer, his hazel eyes never leaving mine, and his red lips opened. I held my breath as he reached the shot glass, his mouth wrapping around the rim expertly, damp lips skimming my décolletage. Grasping the rim with his lips, he threw his head back, downing the drink, not a dribble on his chin.

He removed the glass and chewed languidly, far longer than I thought he had to. Not that I was complaining or anything. He made chewing sexy. Next, slowly, he stuck out his long pink Gene Simmons tongue to reveal the stem tied into a knot.

“Damn, I heard he was good with his tongue,” Donna whispered in my ear. “But…damn.”

My throat had gone dry, and I couldn’t speak.

The applause snapped me back. The Ljósálfr returned to the line of candidates, before I’d even gotten a chance to catch his name.

The last contestant would be Pip. Exceedingly curious what he would do, my heart raced. I hoped the kid didn’t disappoint.

“May I approach, Mistress?” he asked.

I vaguely nodded my approval. Wouldn’t do to let anyone know I’d already chosen him.

He leaned in close to my ear to whisper, “You should pick me because I will get Erik and him—” he flipped a thumb at the man in blue pants “—to do things that will blow your mind.”

A shudder frosted across my back, settling somewhere in the vicinity of my low belly. How did he know who I would pick? I cleared my throat. Pip gave me a cocky little salute with the brass dildo and practically skipped down the stairs, confident in his victory.

Oh, tonight was gonna be a good, good night.

Fast forward…I made three selections. Lars—the cherry stem guy—Eric, and Pip.

A cheer went up when their names were announced but there were a few distinct boos. The winners approached me and Donna while the losers sulked off to find another willing lover. Like they would have a hard time. Just being nominated was an honor…blah, blah, blah. Enough about them. Let’s get back to me.

All three men were ordered to their knees before me, Erik in the middle and the other two at his sides. Donna made them face the same direction and placed black leather collars around their necks, connecting each one to silver harnesses. Like a little groom, she instructed them to get on all fours, my very own livery of studs, and handed me the reins.

I stood, towering over my prizes. Lars and Pip looked excited and Erik divided nervous glances over his shoulder at Pip and to Lars’s round, silk-clad ass, mere inches from his face. Had the silly thing thought he’d get me all to himself? Oh, the things I would teach him.

I caught Pip’s eye and winked. Grinning like a fool, he was obviously on the same Polar Express as me.

With my boys in tow, I gave the go-ahead to the rest of the elves. “Party hardy, my friends. You have twenty hours left!”

A cheer went out, and the music got louder. With great pomp and circumstance, I led my boys, crawling on all fours, to my chambers. A sudden yip sounded behind me, and when I turned, Erik scowled back at his harness-mate, Pip. The little blond elf had an unapologetic expression on his face for the nibble he’d obviously taken the liberty to have on Erik’s ass.

“It’s right in front of me, what else am I supposed to do?” Pip asked.

I laughed, and Erik blushed, locking his eyes forward—and right onto Lars’s balls, the shape easily visible beneath the thin silk. His cheeks went redder still.

“Come, boys. I think a few little love bites will seem like old hat after the four of us are finished tonight.”

 

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