Naughty Literati: Excerpt From SILENT SKY by Regina Kammer (reblog)

Naughty Literati: Excerpt From SILENT SKY by Regina Kammer: Part of the NAUGHTY REUNIONS boxed-set, available for download September 25th Click here to pre-order now from Amazon   Blurb: I wa...

A Mega-Fantastic Cover Reveal for My Sexy Saturday: Naughty Reunions (#boxedset #coverreveal #99ents #mysexysaturday)

We at the Naughty Literati are very proud of our latest. Naughty Reunions has as its theme Return to Romance. My story, Ocean Dreams, is about marine biologist Sandi, who has never forgotten the baby dolphin with whom she bonded. When she returns to her old job at a marine park. she learns that Blue is a shapeshifter in the sexiest possible way.

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Here's the sexy seven paragraphs:

She framed his face in her hands, thinking, I’m insane, but kissed him anyway. He kissed back, a little hesitantly, and she thought, He’s never done this before. At least, not with a human. She was both scared and excited. She didn’t want to rush him, so she opened her lips just a tiny fraction.

He followed, and after their lips had melded and played, she opened a little more and allowed her tongue to gently touch his mouth. When he seemed accepting, she used the tip to tickle the sensitive inner lining of his lips.

He gasped and bucked against her, his substantial erection thrusting against her mound. She slid her hands down his back, finding a small hard lump near the spine. She wondered what it was, but chose to ignore it, instead dropping her hands to his hips. She pressed him against her more firmly while continuing to introduce him to deep kissing.

He moaned into her mouth and tangled one hand in her hair. The other stroked her face, then slipped downward, caressing her throat with respectful fingertips before palming her breast.

He’s never touched a human breast before me. He took his time, which wasn’t surprising, molding and cupping before he tugged up her pullover and found her bra. He explored it, the lace scratchy against her sensitized skin, then drew it aside to find her nipple.

Or a nipple. Human nipples weren’t much like dolphin nips and he seemed quite interested, lingering long, circling the nipple. The flesh hardened, and an “oh” escaped his lips.

Intoxicating, the combined sensations—the kissing, the breast play and his cock against her mound. She was swelling along with him, dampening, ready. Very ready.

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It's a Hot and Bothered Cover Reveal: Naughty Reunions (@BookBfsCafe! #hotforfriday @naughtyliterati)

The Naughty Literati are at it again! On September 25th, they're presenting Naughty Reunions, nine short stories of romance rediscovered. Here's the gorgeous cover by Nicole Austin:

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And in my story, Ocean Dreams, marine biologist Sandi learns that the baby dolphin she left behind is a shapeshifter...and that sure gets her hot and bothered!

He pushed her upward to the surface with his thick body, then urged her to her right side so he was swimming behind her. Muscular arms cradled her while his tail still beat steadily against the water, holding them above the surface so they could breathe. His left hand reached around her waist while his other arm slid beneath her, wrapping around her to cup her right breast. She leaned back against his chest, breathing heavily, sniffling out salty chlorinated water.

Wait a minute.

Arms.

Chest.

Hands. Hands that now roamed her body with innocent curiosity rather than seductive sensuality, wandering about without focusing on any one spot, not her breasts or her pussy. Hands that seemed to be equally interested in the dip of her waist and the stretch of her thigh.

And breath. Another human’s breath. Not a dolphin’s wet, fishy blowing. Another human’s breath. A man’s breath.

She cautiously turned her head.

Suntanned skin, long dark hair and wide-set eyes the color of the midnight sky. The most handsome face she’d ever seen. Not picture-perfect, but with an endearingly rounded nose and a mouth curving into a human version of the dolphin’s perpetual smile.

That mouth opened and emitted a croak. He coughed, then said, “He-hello?”

“Uh...uh...B-blue?”

“Yeah. Um, you’re not dreaming. Or hallucinating.”

She stared. “What are you?”

“Have you ever heard of shapeshifters?”

“Sh— What?”

“Like Wolfman.”

Laughter bubbled up in her chest. Crazy laughter. “Sooooo... You’re Flipperman?”

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One Hot Encounter with a Gypsy Witch by Suz deMello (#hotforFriday #paranormalromance #erotica)

My assignment this week from the mavens at Book Boyfriends Cafe is Hot Encounters...

Is this hot enough for ya?

Ben propped himself up on his elbows to better see the naked woman beneath him. Sheened with sweat, Elena’s lush curves glowed in the reddish half-light of her bedroom, curtained in exotically patterned swaths of gauze and silk. A curl of smoke from a lit incense stick scented the air with sandalwood. Otherworldly New Age music flowed out of a boom box in the corner, irritating the hell out of him.

Elena’s bedroom was that of a gypsy witch, and despite the incredible sex he’d been having with her for a month, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall under her spell. Except for in the sack, she wasn’t his type.

They’d met through their kids, eleven-year-olds who’d attended the same summer camp. Now that camp was over, Ben was frankly grateful that Tom and Gina liked to hang out together, since they seemed to keep each other amused and out of trouble. As a single dad, finding activities for his son was tough. Ben hated to admit it, but he sometimes found that Tom was a distraction from his job.

Ben shoved everything extraneous out of his mind to focus on the beautiful woman he was inside. They were the same age—thirty-six—but Elena was nothing short of spectacular. She always wore an enormous topaz on a golden chain that dangled between her breasts. She claimed she focused her power through the jewel. Ben thought that was wacko, but didn’t care.

Too bad she was, literally, a card-carrying nut. He remembered the time she’d shown him her membership in the Northern California Church of Wicca. He’d concealed his smirk only because he wanted to lay her. And that had to be all, he admonished himself. He was a sheriff’s deputy, and couldn’t afford to have a permanent relationship with Elena Lautari. She wasn’t the kind of woman who fitted in with the rest of his life.

He tried to picture her drinking a beer with the other cops and their wives, and failed utterly.

“What?” she asked, running light fingertips up and down his sides, eliciting shivers.

“Whaddaya mean, what?”

“You looked as though you were ten miles away.”

Her caress slowed. “I wonder what the kids are doing?”

“I think they went over to my place. They’re probably watching a DVD. It’s too hot to go outside and swim.”

“Who’s watching them?” Her voice sharpened.

“Aw, Elena, relax. They’re okay. They know what they can and can’t do.”

“Mmmm. Hope you’re right.” She reached for him, this time climbing on top. He wasn’t sure he was ready for another bout yet, but she knew exactly how to turn him on. 

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It's a Cover Reveal! Circling Back by Amanda Young, available August 10

A second chance is only the beginning...

Stella fled home at seventeen with a broken heart, an unplanned pregnancy, and a vow never to look back. Twenty years later, she has a career she enjoys and a solid relationship with the child she placed for open adoption. When that child goes in search of her birth father and calls for assistance, Stella is forced to return to her hometown and face the men who broke her heart, one of whom fathered her child.

Gavin and Holden raised a lot of hell as teenagers. They broke the law, broke their mothers' hearts, and almost broke each other before they finally got their act together. Through all the ups and downs, they stuck by each other and managed to build a happy life together. The one thing they couldn’t do was forget the woman they’d loved and lost.

Forced to face the past and each other after so many years is no small feat. The trio does their best to make amends and put the past behind them while forging new bonds. Old feelings are rekindled and new emotions emerge from the ashes of their youthful indiscretions. Something remarkable could be on the horizon if they’re strong enough to navigate the pitfalls of a triad relationship and stand strong against the outside forces conspiring to bring them to their knees.

To celebrate the new artwork for Circling Back, Amanda is offering a $10 Amazon gift card to one lucky reader. Just enter using the Rafflecopter below and the winner will be notified by email on August 5th.

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Thanks so much for having me on the blog and sharing my hot new cover with your readers! Have a great day!

About the author:

Amanda Young lives in Virginia with her husband, daughter, and two pampered pooches. When she’s not writing, she can usually be found chasing after a mischievous toddler or daydreaming about the characters in her next book. She loves to hear from her readers, and can be found on Facebook and Twitter. Her website, www.amandayoung.org, is where you can find up-to-date information on all of Amanda’s current and upcoming releases.

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A Hot Morning After from Fashion Victim by (yep!!) Suz deMello (#boxset #99cents)

     My assignment this week is to give you a hot morning after from one of my books. I've picked a hot and tasty morning after from Fashion Victim, which is in the Book Boyfriends Cafe's Summer Lovin' boxed set. 

Here's the blurb: 

Hot isn't a hot enough word to describe corporate raider Fletcher Wolf, but since he's suing couturier Cara Fletcher for, oh, a gazillion dollars, she figures she shouldn't hit on him…at least not too hard.

On top of that, she wonders if he's responsible for the harassment and vandalism that's plaguing her, irritants that escalate into crimes when her workshop is trashed to the tune of a hundred thousand dollars. The economic damage enables him to seize her company, bringing him into her life on a daily basis. When her Manhattan loft home is torched and her assistant murdered, Cara realizes that the man she wants is the only man who can keep her safe.

And here's the hot morning after:

Sunlight streaming through the yellow curtains awakened me. Seated on the side of our bed, Fletch pressed a phone to his ear with one hand and held one of his ever-present guidebooks in the other.

“Nescafe, per favore, e panna. No, no, caffe nero. La panna separamente, per favore. Sí, accanto. Miele a panino, uh, panini. Um, frutta.” He flipped pages frantically while I struggled not to giggle. “Not frutta. Frutti, um, macedonia di frutta.” He put the phone down. “If we end up with dinosaur eggs for breakfast, I apologize. Next time, the Radisson.”

“No way. Does the Radisson have brocade couches and giant antique bathtubs? I love this place.”

“Then we’ll come back every year. Buon giorno, Carissima. Sleep well?” He leaned over and kissed me. It was a long, lingering sweet one.

Of course, I kissed back. “Mmm-hmm. And you?”

“Oh yeah, except that a wild woman attacked me over and over last night.” He caressed my breast with a broad, open palm.

I grinned. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

“Oh, I didn’t. But I didn’t get much rest. I might have to stay in bed today just to make up for my lost sleep.”

A few minutes later, a knock at the door signaled that breakfast had arrived, and he grabbed the hotel’s toweling robe before going to the suite’s door. He returned pushing a cart loaded with fragrant food: coffee, rolls, honey, and fruit compote served in cut crystal bowls.

I sat up in bed, ignoring my nakedness. Last night’s mullet hadn’t hit the spot—nowhere near it, really—and I was starving. I let the sheet crumple around my waist as I reached for a roll.

“Slow down, my little piglet. You’ll get food in the bed.”

“So what? There’s another one.” I bit, letting, crumbs scatter. The roll tasted delicious, crunchy on the outside, but soft and sweet within, redolent with herbs.

“Good point. Mmm. I think I’ll have my breakfast right here.” He leaned over and licked crumbs off my nipples. They promptly hardened.

I dropped the roll.

He said, “Tasty, but I can make it even better. Lie down, baby.” He stuck a

spoon in the crystal honey pot, then dribbled the gooey mess onto my chest.

“What are you doing?” Startled, I tried to get up.

His firm hand forced me back down onto the pillows. “I’m just making a little breakfast.”

Something inside me shook, trembled. “This is, this is too weird for me.”

“Oh, come on. Where’s your sense of adventure?” Using both hands, he rubbed honey into my breasts, mixing it with the crumbly roll.

Whoa. Bits of bread rasped my nipples. Then Fletcher’s warm, wet mouth sucked one tip hard, then moved to the other breast. His morning beard grazed the soft valley between my breasts while a sticky hand slid behind one knee, spreading me wide.

More honey dripped, this time onto the nest of curls at my delta. As the honey warmed with contact, it became slicker, hotter...like I was.

I stretched and arched. Random morsels of bread scratched my back, my thighs, as he kissed honey from between my legs. The rub of his tongue pushing a bread crumb across my most sensitive flesh took me out of my mind. Languid and soft, I opened myself to him as he rose above me, pressing his erection against me before he moved inside. He rubbed sticky hands up and down my breasts as he thrust. He sank in, gasping.

Hot enough for ya?

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Tangled (in) Bliss with Rebecca Airies

Chelsea Ash healed plants, but she can't fix her own problems. Alexander Woods, a gorgeous, new deputy in town and her boyfriend, refuses to talk about part of his past, leaving her wondering what he's hiding. On top of that, a stalker is sending her creepy gifts and stealing her sense of safety.

Alexander is building a new life in Alden Glen. He wants a home after years of hunting the tainted. Chelsea is sexy, sweet and the sensual hunger explodes between them. He's not walking away from her. Even as they untangle the mess of their relationship, the stalker escalates his attacks. Alex will have to use all his skills to protect Chelsea and claim the future he's always wanted.

Tangled Bliss contains scorching sex scenes and adult language. It’s intended for adults 18 and over.

Here's an excerpt to tickle your fancy, or whatever you want tickled:

Chelsea turned into the drive of her little cottage in the trees. Bright pink, blue and yellow flowers bordered the driveway. She stopped at the side of her cream-colored house.

Even as she gathered her things, her mind already focused on the long, hot shower she planned. It was good to be home. She looked forward to a great date with Alexander tonight. The thought that it might be one of the last dates she had with him did depress her.

Unless the man began revealing more about himself. With a sigh, she shook her head. She didn’t see that happening without some drastic intervention.

She got out of the car and walked up the flower-lined path. The scent of roses surrounded her, making her feel at home. Just before the front step, a sudden wave of nausea hit her. She took a deep breath. The sick sensation continued, but it didn’t come from within her.

She stopped and focused. The troubling impressions came from her left. She looked at a rose bush near the corner of her porch. Something different about the feel of the plant pulled her toward the bush.

She frowned when she saw the problem. The leaves drooped. Yellow blotches discolored the vibrant green foliage. The energy pulsing from it wasn’t normal, even from a sick plant. Something was off.

What the hell had happened to it? The leaves had been fine this morning. They’d been vibrant green. Several buds had stood tall, reaching for the sun. She’d looked forward to watching the petals unfold.

Now, those same unopened flowers sagged. The sepals, which protected the petals, had withered. This was not normal.

Especially for the home and surroundings of an Aelfir gifted with the ability to heal and grow plants. 

A brush of her fingers could open closed blooms. The transfer of energy into the plant could help mend disease or breaks in stems and branches.

She itched to heal those plants, but the sudden withering struck her as strange. She wanted it checked by someone who could detect the type of energies within the plant.

Maybe she was being too cautious. On the other hand, maybe not. After the weird letters and gifts sent to her, she didn’t want to take the chance.

Chelsea would call as soon as she made sure that was the only thing wrong. She headed into her house, passing through the living room and into the dining room. One step into the room, she stopped. 

She stared at the dining table. Her breath caught in her throat.

A wrapped gift sat on gleaming dark brown wood. A green ribbon wrapped around the stark white box. An elegant bow perched on top of the package.

Her stomach dropped. Nausea and dread rose. Fear sent a shiver skating down her spine. Someone had been inside her house.

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About the author:

Rebecca Airies writes paranormal, fantasy and sci-fi/futuristic romance. She loves reading, writing, crafting, a good cup of tea, chocolate and snuggly kitties. She's been writing stories since she was in her teens, at first trying to get over that elusive hump and finish a story. She loves creating new worlds, especially anything paranormal and fantasy related. You can usually find her working on multiple WIP at a time and she likes nothing more than losing herself in those worlds and characters.

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