Sunday, September 22, 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday and #SexySnippets: The New Project (2)

Happy Sunday!

Today I will spare you my psycho babble and go straight ahead with the sentences. These 8 belong to my current WIP and they more or less continue where I dropped off 2 weeks ago.  (They were talking about shifters and permanent shifting.)

#SexySnippets and #8Sunday Sentences  


“It’s not the first case. Being an animal is easier than being human, or both.” Bill grinned at him while random striking a cheerful tune on the keyboard. “Being both is hard but it is much more fun. There are certain things animals cannot do.”

“What things?” Dolph asked.

Bill’s grinned widened and a mischievous light shone in his eyes. “Kissing, for instance.”


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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

TnT Confidential: Hennessee Andrews and Susan Hayes & Sunset Point

Happy Thursday dear ones!

On this fine day I have the pleasure of welcoming Hennessee Andrews and Susan Hayes with their series Sunset Point. 

Thank you for having us today!

A long, long time ago, (okay, it was back in early spring)  a group of erotic romance authors were diligently avoiding working on their various projects by posting pictures of tantalizing men on Facebook and then commenting on each other’s timelines. (What? It’s part of our creative process, yeah...that’s it…)

 In the course of this mayhem, one of the ladies in question uttered a simple question that resonated with the universe and set all sorts of things in motion. “Wouldn’t it be fun if we actually got together and wrote a series of books about these guys?” A secret Facebook group was formed. People were invited. Plots were hatched. Ideas were bandied about. More pictures were shared. (We told you, it’s part of our creative process!)

In the end five women who have never met in person created an entire world, and we called it Sunset Point. We filled our world with landmark places and colorful characters that appeared in every book, and then we wrote five separate ménage romances whose characters and lives intersect throughout their stories.  It was challenging, occasionally crazy making, and worth every tweak and email.

Today we’re here to share the results of our labor. The Sunset Point Series is coming to Siren-Bookstrand the week of September 16th through September 19th, 2013. Our titles, Breaking Point by Susan Hayes and Tattoos and Cupcakes by Hennessee Andrews, are out September 19th.

We hope you come visit us in paradise.

The Sunset Point series, now available for presale at Siren-Bookstrand. Buy the entire set of five and get 20% off . (for a limited time only)



Tattoos and Cupcakes



Being sequestered on Sunset Point Island is the least of Lane Erikson’s worries. Being a witness to a murder may be her demise. What does one do when a network of FBI wanted criminals are looking to kill you? You run like hell, even it’s to a place you’ve never heard of.

Dane Hutchinson, local tattoo artist, sets his sights on winning Lane’s affection and sharing her with Bannock Garrison, Sunset Point police officer. Bannock never wanted a ménage relationship, even though his parents have lived a happy life in one. The idea of sharing a woman bothers him, but losing Dane’s friendship bothers him more.

As the relationship begins to soar with possibilities, Lane is faced with her world crashing down again and her life hangs in the balance. Can Bannock and his colleagues save the day? More importantly, can Bannock overcome his distrust for women and allow Lane into his heart and share her with his best friend?

Hot Excerpt:

“Tell him to open his jeans and pull out his cock.” Dane said with a growl next to her ear.

She stuttered. “Puh, pull,”

“No, not like that. Demand him to do it.” Dane’s voice rose and a new round of heat coated his fingers. “Do it, Reece. You know you want to see him do it. Now make him.”

Lane did want to see Bannock’s cock. She wanted it so badly she found her voice and strength. “Pull out your cock and stroke it, Bannock!”

Dane chuckled softly in her ear. “Good girl.”

Bannock’s expression didn’t change and at first, Lane thought he wasn’t going to do it. Then, his hands slowly worked at the button of his jeans and she cheered inside. He lifted his ass and slid not only his jeans, but his boxers down with one shove. His large cock jutted out and she felt her body respond. She licked her lips as a tremor built. Bannock gripped his shaft and slowly worked from the base to the top. His thumb swept over the tip, gathering his lubricant and rubbing it down his long pole.

“Isn’t that the biggest cock you ever laid eyes on?” Dane asked her and sped up his pace.

“Yes.” She cried out.

“Show him how much you appreciate watching him. Come for him.”

Lane burst and felt electrified. She shook and quivered in Dane’s arms as liquid heat leaked from her cunt. “Yes!” She squealed and pulled Dane’s hair and head forward, holding him tight. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as she took rapid intakes of air through her nose while keeping her eyes open, directing them at Bannock.

Dane lovingly brought her down with sweet kisses to her neck, his thumb gently rubbing her swollen pussy. She exhaled and inhaled, unsure if she could catch her breath again. Seeing Bannock with his cock in his hand, leisurely stroking had pushed her over the edge. When her release struck and she cried out, he gripped his dick so tight his knuckles turned white. The scene fueled her and the small aftershocks kept rocking her body.

With a strong embrace, Dane held her close and kissed her cheek. “Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Dane turned her around to face him and kissed her while cradling her face in his hands. “You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had the pleasure to look upon.” His eyes were genuine and loving.

“Thank you.” She leaned into his hand, loving the gentle caress.

“Climb on the bed. We have a show to give Bannock.”

Lane climbed up on her knees and stared at Bannock. She felt sexy and wanted. Dane was everything she needed or craved in a man, sweet, loving, and demanding. All the qualities she desired, wrapped up in a sinful package. She looked over her shoulder and watched him roll a condom over his large cock. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. Dane noticed her watching and gave her a seductive wink and she melted.

Dane eased up behind her and nudged her legs further apart with his knees. Lane faced Bannock and his eyes were watching, his hand stroking his cock with liberal strokes. God, she wanted to taste him so bad. Dane caressed her ass and delivered a slap to her right cheek. She whimpered and felt her body continue to heat up.

“She has a beautiful ass, too.” Dane rubbed away the stinging pain left by his hand.

When Dane nudged her pussy with his enlarged shaft, she bowed her back and pushed toward him. Slowly his cock eased in and began to stretch her wide. She wailed with delight and closed her eyes, enjoying each inch, and every ripple of his shaft.

“Mercy she is so hot and wet. So fucking tight too.” Dane stroked her ego and gasped with delight.

 He eased in and out to the tip, returning over and over at a medium pace. Lane wanted to demand what she wanted but was too caught up watching Bannock’s expression and his hand working his own cock. She wanted him to join in. She was hot and ready to share. Her body was so keyed up, she doubted service from both of them could calm the tsunami they’d created.

The pace increased causing Lane to hum. She could feel Dane’s balls hitting her clit, giving her a double stimulation. He gripped her hips tightly and she felt his cock swell inside of her. Sounds of his hips slapping her ass echoed off the walls, feeding her more delightful stimulation. “Yeah, Dane, just like that.” She gasped for air and felt her breasts bouncing.

“Oh, hell yes.” Dane groaned. “Ah, man, her pussy is so fucking awesome.”

 Lane heard Dane’s strangled words and loved the sound of them. They pushed harder, faster, taking as much pleasure as they could get. Lane grasped the sheets and held them tight.

“Tell Bannock to stroke his cock harder.”

Lane leveled her gaze on Bannock with her tits jiggling while Dane fucked her into dreamland. “Stroke it harder, Bannock!” her voice boomed, demanding what she wanted to see, what Dane knew she wanted to see.
Bannock gripped himself harder and started pumping his cock faster. His expression had changed. He was turned on, but trying hard to deny it. The sight pushed Lane closer and she began to pant. “Fuck me harder, Dane!”

Dane pounded against her ass harder and his thumb gathered up her wetness and rubbed her tight bud. Lane gasped and felt her body tremble. Slick heat from her pussy enveloped Dane’s cock and he growled when he felt it.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Lane looked directly at Bannock. “I’m close, hell yes, so close.” She shuddered. “Come with me, Bannock!” She squealed as her orgasm ripped through her. “Yes, yes.” She continued to let out all that had been locked inside.

Breaking Point



Lexa Fox lost her childhood the day her mother took her and fled Sunset Point. Twenty-three years later, she’s returning to claim her inheritance from a father she barely remembers, in a place she doesn’t belong.

Detectives Beau Rivers and Diego Mendez grew up in ménage families and always knew they’d be a trio if they could find the right woman. They’d found her once, but fate took her out of their lives long before they were old enough to stake their claim. No woman since has ever managed to live up to their memories of Lexa, so when fate brings their childhood sweetheart back into their lives, they do everything they can to convince their gray-eyed, world-weary beauty to stay.

There are dangers to be faced and enemies to overcome, but in the end it’s up to her men to show her that some hearts never give up hope, and some loves have no Breaking Point.

Hot Excerpt

 “If you think I’m going to lie here while you two eat all the cupcakes you are sorely mistaken.” Lexa started to get up again, but Diego pressed a hand to her chest and stopped her from moving.

“You are dessert. Now lie still, little cupcake, and let us frost you.”

“Wha—” Something cool and thick was brushed over the lips of her pussy and Lexa stopped talking, all her attention riveted on Beau’s fingers as he stroked her labia. She lifted her head and saw Beau staring down at her sex, a partially eaten cupcake in one hand.

Diego’s approach was more direct, and she had to bite back a moan as he simply pressed one of the cupcakes against her breast, transferring the frosting to her skin. Her nipples puckered the instant the cool icing touched them, and the scent of sugar and coconut ticked her nose when she drew in a deep, shuddering breath.

“Close your eyes,” Diego instructed her and she did so, focusing on her other senses instead of just her sight. Something brushed against her lips and she parted them, letting the tip of her tongue dart out to taste the dab of frosting she found at the corner of her mouth. Beau’s fingers slipped between her folds and cool air hit her overheated skin when he parted the lips of her pussy, exposing her clit.

“Now that is the sweetest treat I have ever seen,” he groaned and then his tongue was lapping at the frosting, flicking over and around her clit as he devoured her. Every touch of Beau’s mouth sent molten pleasure flowing through her body and she tried to arch herself against his lips, craving more, but her legs were dangling and his hands were on her thighs, keeping her legs parted and she couldn’t get the leverage she needed to move. She growled in need and frustration, only to nearly come up off the table altogether as Diego suckled one icing covered breast into the furnace-like heat of his mouth.

They had been quick studies, and now Lexa found herself being touched and stroked with deadly precision. Every move her lovers made was intended to ratchet her need high and push her closer to orgasm. Beau eased two fingers into her sopping pussy and curved them upward until his fingertips brushed over her G-spot. That one touch sent her senses spinning and her pussy clenching tight around his fingers. Sensing her control was slipping, Diego nipped the pebbled nub of her nipple sharply and then released it before dropping his head to her other breast and attacking it with the same hunger as the first.

Beau laved and nibbled at her swollen clit, his fingers tapping out a relentless tempo deep inside her channel. The onslaught of sensation became more than she could bear and a wave of pleasure crested and then crashed over her, sending her into mind-searing release. Her nails raked the desktop and her entire body shuddered as she lost herself in bliss, barely managing to hold back her ecstatic cries.

“Nothing in the world is as beautiful as watching you come,” Diego whispered as he released his mouth from her breast and moved to kiss her. “I want to see you do that again, with Beau’s cock inside you, and then mine. You’re not getting off that desk until you’ve shown us that glorious display at least two more times.”

“Still pushy,” Lexa opened her eyes and grinned up at Diego and then at Beau. “Good thing I think it’s sexy as hell right now.”

“You’re going to regret telling him that,” Beau warned, already tearing open the fly on his pants in his eagerness to be inside her. When he flipped open his wallet and pulled out a condom Lexa laughed. “You always carry one of those around in your wallet in hopes of getting lucky?”

“Sweetling, since you came back we’ve started stashing rubbers everywhere. There is no way we ever want to be without if there’s a chance of getting you naked.”

“How romantic… I think.”

Warm lips brushed over the curve of her ear. “You’re the only woman who has ever made us so crazy we jumped her at the office. Hell, you’re the only woman Hattie has ever let past the front desk. She knew you were special.”

She turned her head and kissed Diego’s cheek. He tasted of coconut and sugar and an underlying spice that was part of his own personal flavor. “You taste good.”

The thick head of Beau’s dick pressed against her entrance and she heard Beau groan with pleasure as he eased himself inside. “You feel like heaven, cher. Diego, you’re going to want to help her stay on the desk because there’s no way this one is going to be slow or easy.” He winked at Lexa and rocked his hips into hers, driving himself in deeper. “You better hang on tight.”

“Hang on to what?” Lexa asked, but Diego was already moving. He lifted her legs and then slid an arm under her knees, gently drawing her legs up toward her chest and holding them in place. His other arm settled under her head acting as a pillow.

“Fuck, she just got so tight it’s like a vice around my dick.” Beau’s voice came out as more of a strangled groan and he started grinding his body against hers so that his balls brushed her ass and her clit was pressed up against his pubic bone. Sparks sizzled in her veins as her inner muscles pulsed, gripping him even harder.

“Stop talking and fuck me!” she demanded, her need now overwhelming every other thought. She didn’t care who heard them, didn’t care if the whole damned department walked in right now, she need to come.





Tuesday, September 17, 2013

#WednesdayBriefs: Light of Time 8

Happy HUmp day!

I almost didn't make it to today's flash, but in the end I managed to scrape a little something together with the hopscotch prom. I'm continuing where I left off with Bethany and General Hodgins. If you haven't read last week's flash you can do so HERE. If you haven't read any of the story, you can catch up by clicking HERE and scrolling down to the bottom to the links titled 'Light of Time'.

I hope you enjoy this piece and as always, go read the other flasher's, they have some truly great stories!





Light of time 8

Slowly, Bethany turned around to face Hodgins. Her body felt rigid, as if it had lost all sense of flexibility and she had become a slab of stone.  Cold sweat gathered at the back of her neck and the sensation disappeared, becoming replaced by a nervous quake that made her knees tremble. She swallowed hard, the ridiculous thought that women of her position shouldn’t sweat so much crossing her mind. 

“The day before the incident, you say?”  she finally managed to say. 

“Yes, it was one of the few things I managed to recover from it.”

“I thought you had been lost in the wilderness for some time.”

“I was.”

She watched the tall man as he crossed his arms over his chest, his posture betraying his defensiveness.
“I’m not saying you weren’t, General.” She fought the urge to roll her eyes. “How did you get it back?”

“It was found in the wreckage and I claimed it back when they found me. What does it matter?” He took large strides to a small cabinet in the corner and propped it open. Pulling out two glasses and a bottle, he turned to face her one more time. 

“Would you care for a drink?”

“No thank you.”

“Suit yourself.” 

He poured himself some of the yellow liquid and gulped it down hastily.

Taking a calming breath, Bethany reentered the room. She needed time to think, to gather her thoughts and decide how she was going to handle this situation. She was still kicking herself for having lost control. She’d always had a nasty temper, but after years of hard training and constant nagging she’d learned to keep it under control. Until now. Until General Hodgings had grabbed her and demanded an answer like it was his right. Her eyes narrowed as she fought back the urge to scream at him again. She owed him nothing. He was nothing but trouble and she should have heeded her nana’s advice, but at the same time, she sensed that if they worked together, they could discover something- something important, especially now that there seemed to be a connection between the inkblot paintings.

She felt Hodgins’ gaze pinned on her as she moved across the room and resumed her seat. Neatly folding her hands over her lap, she stared at the old scar on her knuckle. She’d gotten it as a child, playing hopscotch she’d tripped and as bad luck would have it scraped her hand badly. 

“I need time to think, “ she blurted out. She lifted her head and met Hodgins’ icy blue stare. A shiver of awareness ran through her and she resisted the urge to tighten the robe around her.  “I cannot think at your home, General.  I feel like a prisoner, like a trapped mouse constantly watched by a hungry cat.”

 Bethany looked away, embarrassed by the silly simile she’d come up with and slightly intimidated by Hodgins’ fixed stare. She wrung her hands, gripping them tightly against her lap. The world seemed to have gone silent. She could hear nothing except her own heavy breathing and the thump, thump, thump of her anxious heart. Never be afraid of anyone, Beth. We’re all different people in this planet of ours but in essence we are all the same. We come from the same place and we end up in the same place. Her grandfather’s words echoed in her mind. With newfound resolve she forced her gaze back on Hodgins. In the few seconds she’d taken to gather her thoughts he hadn’t moved. He still looked at her, seemingly dissecting her with his cold eyes. His posture was erect, like a soldier’s, yet it also had certain elegance to it, a poise that would have attracted all manner of women had he been in a social context. The pale long locks, the high cheekbones, the penetrating gaze. Even his half empty cup of liquor in one hand and his tightly clenched fist in the other would not have dissuaded the women searching for a husband.   Bethany met his stare head on. Fortunately, she had no interest in finding a husband at the moment. Other more important matters deserved her immediate attention. 

“My grandfather never told you about the painting because he didn’t have the time. He received it the day before his death. We didn’t even have time to hang it.”

Hodgins’ eyes widened almost imperceptibly. She would have missed it had she not been staring at his face so carefully. 

“Are you insinuating the same person gave it to us?” Goosebumps spread over her flesh, she was insinuating more than that, but she nodded to his question.

“Who gave it to your grandfather?”

Bethany shrugged. Suddenly restless she got to her feet and strolled to the window through which Hodgins’ had been observing the world outside. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she shivered slightly. The brilliant moon illuminated the wild fields around Hodgins’ land. In the distance, trees loomed, perhaps indicating the beginning of a forest. She felt Hodgins’ presence stirring behind her, but did not acknowledge him. It was his turn to make a move. His turn  to tell her something more, to say something  that would keep her in the house for a few more minutes. 

“That line of trees is an illusion. It does not signal the beginning of a lush forest. Behind it, everything is dead. There are only rocks and sand. That’s where I first met your grandfather.”

Bethany spun around and she found herself staring at the brass buttons on the General’s vest. Slowly, she lifted her gaze, her breath catching and her heart skipping erratically at the proximity of the tall man. 

To be continued... 




Monday, September 16, 2013

TnT Confidential: Dani-Lyn Alexander - Realm of Light Books 1 and 2

Hello my lovelies and happy Tuesday! Today I have Etopia Press author Dani-Lyn Alexander visiting with two epic stories: Truth and Deceit and Trust and Betrayal. Enjoy! 


Trust is the ultimate weapon in the battle against evil.

Single mother Shay McKeon is no dummy—she’s intelligent as well as street-smart. But when she receives a phone call threatening her children, she rushes headlong into the hands of evil.

Saved from certain death by Mason Constanza, who calls himself a Guardian, Shay is taken to the Realm of Light, where she learns her husband never abandoned her as she’d thought, and that good and evil are nothing like she’d imagined. Learning to deal with her own existence as a Guardian, Shay’s attraction to Mason grows. But she has her own demons to battle, and when her daughter is abducted, she’ll have to trust Mason and his team. But Mason has his own ancient battles to fight…

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A suspicious past, a daunting secret, a forbidden romance... How much does it take to tip the scales from good to evil?


When Lexie Davis wakes to find herself surrounded by luxury with no memory of who she is or how she got there, the fear all but suffocates her. But learning the truth about her circumstances will scare her even more. Desperate for a way to regain her life, Lexie tries to piece together the past. But ghosts from her childhood make it hard for her to let go of her secret—a secret that could force her to spend eternity in Darkness.
Deceived by the woman he loves, abandoned by the brother he trusts, Matthew Hayes struggles against evil to win the battle for his life. But when he wakes to find Lexie sobbing softly at his side, he makes a heartbreaking discovery. Not only is their love forbidden by the most ancient laws, but she has been keeping an unbelievable secret from him—he has a child. The child could give him the strength he needs to defeat the Regulators…if it doesn’t destroy him first...


Get in touch with Dani-Lyn: 

http://www.danilynalexander.com

http://www.facebook.com/danilynalexander



Excerpt Truth and Deceit:
Prologue

She ran. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, her heart pounding, her lungs burning as she clutched the infant to her chest and poured all of her energy into escape. An unnatural darkness flooded the night. There was no moon visible, no stars peeking through the dense fog. Thankfully, she knew these woods well, had grown up here, playing manhunt with the rest of the kids from the neighborhood. Only this was no game; this hunt was all too real, the consequences of being caught, severe.

Her eyes strained as she tried to watch for obstacles, fallen trees, puddles, patches of wet leaves. She had to keep her footing. A fall now could be deadly. Mud oozed between her toes as it filled the sneakers she had quickly shoved onto her bare feet.

Between the darkness and the fog, she could barely see where she was going. Yet, she didn’t dare slow down. Nor did she risk a glance back over her shoulder, afraid fear would paralyze her if she saw him coming.

She tried to listen for the telltale sounds of pursuit, but other than the sound of her own footfalls, the sucking of the mud each time she lifted a foot, and the pounding of her own heart, silence mocked her. Too much silence, the kind that warned of a predator on the hunt. But these woods had no large predators. Skunks, chipmunks, squirrels, even an occasional fox made their homes here. There were deer, beautiful, graceful, but not dangerous.

And then she heard it. A large branch snapping, the sound like a shotgun blast echoing in the silence. She knew that sound. When she and her friends were kids, they would hang around the woods, often bored, snapping the dead branches that littered the ground. She also knew that she was meant to hear it. He moved too stealthily for the noise to have been a mistake. It was part of the game, to ratchet up the fear, let her know just how close he was.

She looked around wildly, trying to get her bearings. Had she missed the trail that turned off and headed toward the canal? The shadows pressed too closely, she couldn’t tell. She had to find it before he reached her. Desperation had her risking one quick glance down at the baby. That was all it took to ground her—one peek at the helpless child depending on her.

She took a deep breath and looked around again. She had to find the trail and make it to the boathouse by the canal. Men often hung around down there late into the night, drinking beer, playing poker, enjoying the break from work and home. There would be help there, people to protect her and her baby.

When she recognized the fallen tree, where she had shared her first kiss with Jimmy Hessler, the first glimmer of hope since this chase had begun shivered through her. The path lay directly in front of her. She was almost there. A few more steps and she’d be on the trail where she could run full out. She could outrun him once she was out of the thick underbrush. She wouldn’t have the mud grabbing at her feet, the thorns tearing at her legs, or the undergrowth tripping her. She’d run track in high school, had run cross-country through these very trails, and she was fast. The fear prodded her to move even faster, adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream. Optimism soared as she covered the last few feet that would lead her to safety.

She felt a sting in her back, and she went down hard. She curled her body over the baby as best she could, trying to offer as much protection as possible. She landed hard on her right side, her hip slamming into a rock, sending pain shooting all the way up her side and down her leg. An explosion of light burst in front of her eyes as she struggled, fiercely, to hold on to consciousness. She fought against the eddy of blackness closing in on her from both sides, tunneling her vision.

As she dragged herself slowly forward, she spotted the old tree on the corner of the trail. She used her left foot to push herself forward, grabbing hold of anything she could reach to pull herself toward the tree. Thorns tore at her hands, her hair, her face; excruciating pain shot through her back. She clutched the baby to her breast. Sheer determination propelled her the last few inches to her goal. When she finally made it, she pushed the bushes aside and placed the swaddled infant into the hollow at the base of the tree, praying it wouldn’t start to cry until the man had gone. Praying it would cry loud enough to attract help once he had. She took one last look at her child. “I love you, my baby,” she whispered, and allowed the thick bushes to spring back into place, effectively camouflaging the tentative hiding place. Then, using the last of her energy, she pushed away from the tree and rolled over, coming to rest facedown with the lower half of her body still resting in the leaves and brush, and her upper body lying across the trail she had been so desperately trying to reach.

* * *


When he reached her, he didn’t even bother to bend down, just used his foot to roll her onto her back. A jolt of surprise shot through him when he realized the infant was not underneath her. It shattered his arrogance and drove him to his knees. He pawed frantically through the brush, searching for the child. He didn’t need a light, was used to the dark and could see as well as if the sun were illuminating the shadows and fog that covered the ground.

There was no baby.

Sweat sprung out on his forehead. Where was it? Had she left the child somewhere? A chill crawled down his spine. Had it even been with her when she’d fled the apartment?

The sudden realization that he had just gone from the hunter to the prey brought with it true, gut-wrenching fear.