Thursday, July 31, 2014

Simple ways to Spice up the Sexy with Nicole Morgan




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Welcome to Thirsty Thursdays where Mile High Muses Erotic Suspense Romance author, Nicole Morgan treats us all with a few tricks on how to keep your love life spicy, your imagination craving and your thirst never quite quenched. After all, one should never just be satisfied, but instead open their minds to what else is out there. So sit back, relax and enjoy what we have to offer you today! 



Simple ways to Spice up the Sexy  

Hello everyone! For those of us with partners, or who casually date the same partners we can unfortunately fall into that nasty little thing called a rut. It can be a boring and monotonous period of our relationship that is hard for some of us to get out of. The biggest problem always seems to be that we’re afraid to say what’s really on our mind. We become complacent to what is troubling us. How many times in your daily life do you sigh and wish for something? For most of us it’s pretty darn often. Now, what if you didn’t just wish it, but actually shared it?

Ladies, remember that time that he grabbed a clump of the back of your hair so dominantly you felt the wetness seep onto your panties in anticipation?


Gentlemen, remember the time she slid to her knees with such hunger in her eyes as she tugged at your zipper that it made your cock twitch in excitement?

I’m sure there are hundreds of things your significant other has done which has driven you insane with lust. But, why have them just be a memory? Tell your partner how much you loved it. Explain to them – in great detail – just how it affected you.
Let’s say its 2 o’clock on a Tuesday. You’re both at work and today has proven to be just as boring as the others. Why not change the course of both of your days by sending a text or email reminding them of that one time they did ____ and how it made you ____.  

For those who are shy, let me stop you with that ridiculous excuse right now. There is no room for bashfulness when it comes to our sex lives. You’ve already done countless things with your partner, just because you’re sitting at your desk shouldn’t change the same seductive behavior you’re capable of. 

Trust me on this, your partner will not complain. In fact, I believe it will make their day much better. Who doesn’t love knowing that they’re being thought of in such a way? It can be a turn on to not just you, but them as well. Then, your boring old Tuesday may just take a turn in a different direction that night.
Now, what are you still sitting here reading this for? Go on… get your naughty on!



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Until next time lovies ~ Nic Y


The Seductress...

Nicole Morgan is an author of erotic romance novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with good old-fashioned whodunit. While she's written everything from contemporary to paranormal her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.

She also has a recurring monthly column in Book & Trailer Showcase's eMagazine, is a proud member of the Romance Books 4 Us Gold Authors, as well as Sweet and Sexy Divas and Sexy Scribbles. In addition, Nicole is one third of the scintillating trio, Mile High Muses and is the twitter coordinator for Marketing for Romance Writers.   


Find out more about Nicole and her books by visiting her websiteblogGoogle + PageTwitterFacebook and her Yahoo Group, Nicole’s Think Tank.


Wednesday, July 30, 2014

GIVEAWAY Today with Tymber Dalton and her Drunk Monkeys!





Today on Wanton Wednesdays I bring you the sweetest flower, the sexy story teller, the one... the only... The Queen of Snarkology herself, Tymber Dalton!  


Be sure to watch below for Tymber's giveaway! 


Of Drunk Monkeys and Various Things…
By Tymber Dalton.

“Drunk what?”

Hubby is used to hearing some pretty outlandish things come from my mouth, considering the wide variety of things that I write. (“Is a dragon heating frozen sausage links at the table with his breath funny?” “I’m ordering HO-scale woodchippers for my desk. Don’t be alarmed.” “Hey, I’m buying another shotgun, since I’m writing about skeet, that’s tax deductible, right?” “Well, I don’t usually WEAR pants when I’m writing, so why aren’t my PJs considered ‘work uniforms’ and tax deductible?”)

He’s a pretty patient guy.

Even stumbling across a sticky note with “Don’t forget castration punishment,” stuck to my monitor doesn’t phase him anymore.

Gotta love that.

But, after seventeen years together this coming Saturday, I suppose he’s pretty used to me by now. LOL

He might have questioned my sanity a little, however, when I tossed my new series idea at him. I should add, Hubby’s a mystery, thriller, and sweet romance kind of reader. He’s not much into sci-fi, or post-apocalyptic fiction, at all. Whereas I grew up reading Ray Bradbury, Asimov, Harry Harrison, Heinlein, Piers Anthony, etc.

“What do you think about a series that’s the A-Team meets Mad Max meets The Walking Dead, without zombies?”

Blank stare. (To be fair, he does watch The Walking Dead with me.)

And, also, to be fair, the idea for this series is sort of my bestie Tara Rose’s fault. I was kvetching at her one morning in IMs that my iPad Facebook app was wonky, and that it acted like it was coded by a bunch of Drunk Monkeys.

Sometimes, a series just lays itself all out in front of you like that. All ten books, the full series story arc, everything.

As a pantster, when that happens, everything else gets dropped and I listen to the call of “The Voices.”

There was a series in the 80s and 90s I loved called the Doomsday Warrior. Post-apocalyptic, US versus Soviet Russia, nuclear holocaust, all that good stuff. So this series, in a way, is an updated and erotic homage to much of what I loved reading in high school and college.

Sometimes, a writer just has to follow “The Voices” or risk burnout. I know post-apocalyptic fiction isn’t everyone’s cuppa. But I personally adore the genre. I don’t read only one genre of books, and I can’t force myself to only write in one genre, either. That’s just me.

But I love a good post-apocalyptic yarn.

And Hubby says all the survivalist and homesteading books, as well as my slingshot and other stuff, now fall into the realm of “research.”

The writer, for the win.

Like a boss.

I guess I should add I have another post-apocalyptic series I’m working on in my free (hahasnortgiggle) time, but it’s definitely going to take a while to write.

Now if I could just figure out how to work skeet into this as well…


Tymber Dalton is a native Floridian residing in the Tampa Bay area, along with her reformed Buckeye husband of seventeen years and too many animals of various species. A real-life poly practitioner of BDSM, the skeet-shooting novelist is otherwise fairly boring and really doesn’t have much else going on, unless you count her weekly DnD dice-rolling sessions with friends. (Version 3.5, thank you very much.) She’s mostly published as Tymber Dalton, but you can also find her under Lesli Richardson, Tessa Monroe, and Macy Largo.

You can find her on the web at:


Her Siren-BookStrand author page is: http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton
Her Tymber Dalton Amazon page is: http://amazon.com/author/tymberdalton

The first three of her ten-book Drunk Monkeys series are available from Siren-BookStrand, with books 4-10 coming soon:

Book 1 – Monkey Business
Book 2 – Monkey’s Uncle
Book 3 – Monkey Wrench



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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Life, Death, Love, Hate--Sometimes the Lines Blur #EroticRomance #BeachReads

Scintillating Sunday Showcase's Spotlight is on Blurred Lines by Dakota Skye
What would you do if your murdered fiance returned as a ghost? Caught between worlds, Shane Weston isn't ready to let Sierra go, yet staying with her is keeping her trapped in the past. Alex Blaine is alive and ready to do whatever it takes to snap her out of her funk. Sierra Daniels never thought she'd be in a love triangle with a ghost, yet letting either of them go is more complicated than she'd imagined. 


An excerpt of Blurred Lines...

Sufficiently warm and dry, Alexander looked through his bag for a pair of pajama pants and a t-shirt. He couldn't shake the idea that something was really off about Sierra. Maybe they weren't friends, but working together so closely over the past year had familiarized him with her moods. In the past hour while he thawed out, he thought about the real reason he'd followed her from the studio after her tantrum.  Although he didn't quite know how to define it, he cared about her even if she did know how to push all of his buttons—or maybe because of it.
He needed to tell her about knowing Shane.
Hungry, he decided to help himself to whatever she had in the kitchen. His flight from Los Angeles had been rocky and the drive on the road from hell had sapped his energy.
Annoyed at the anxiety rustling beneath his skin, he slammed open a few cabinets before finding a box of pancake mix. Nothing made sense anymore. Not the loss of his best friend in Nicaragua, his sudden career change, the fact that his family thought he needed serious therapy, or that he felt guilty as hell for not telling her that he'd known her murdered fiancé. Fuck it all.
"You make a lot of noise," she said as she crept up behind him on bare feet. "What are you doing?"
"Making pancakes." He motioned to the skillet in front of him.
"It's midnight."
"So it is. That's early for us, isn't it? We've pulled a lot of all-nighters together, what's one more?" He poured milk into the bowl in front of him. "I thought you'd gone to sleep."
"Couldn't sleep, too much thinking."
"I can relate to that." He grinned over his shoulder, hoping to relax her again and maybe coax out another smile.
She'd changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt, too, in the hour she'd been locked behind closed doors. They almost looked like a pair. He tried to ignore how her breasts looked beneath the thin material. Damn it, did she abandon bras when out of the office? Crazy or not, she looked like sex personified.
His dick twitched to life. He shifted his hips to hide the sudden tenting of his pants.
Just stir the damn mix and ignore her. She's harder to handle than a box of angry rattlesnakes. Stay focused on work. Only. Work.  
"I might quit the show."
Her admission stilled his hands. "What do you mean?"
"Quit. You know...leave. End it all."
Alex dropped the wooden spoon and faced her. "What in the hell are you talking about? You want to quit a hit series that you helped create? Why would you do that?"
"I can't write anymore, not like I used to. I don't give a damn. It's useless." She folded her arms across her chest, which only drew his focus squarely on the nipples poking against the material.
"What is wrong with you? Is this all because of your grief about your ex? He died, not you. Are you going to let one shitty thing in your life define you? Is that it?"
Her lower lip trembled, but her eyes spit fire at him. "Who the hell do you think you are anyway? You come up here uninvited, spew out your opinions on my life, make goddamn pancakes in my kitchen, and I'm supposed to accept it all? Why? We work together; we're not friends."
He squinted at her, sick of this never-ending day. He'd spent good money on a last minute airline ticket to Lake Tahoe, had trekked through blinding snow, and wasn't in the mood to have a heart-to-heart. He wanted to eat and sleep. That's it.
"We're not friends, huh? I've spent more time with you than anyone else this past year," he said.
"That's pitiful. You probably shouldn't tell people that story." She motioned toward his t-shirt. "What happened to you anyway? To your chest? What tore you up like that?"
"That's a story I only tell my friends. What do you care?" He turned away from her, hating that she'd seen the result of his torture.
She paced behind him, her restless energy eating up the small space. "I don't like you being here."
"You've made that clear." He poured some batter into the skillet and pretended not to care that she'd acted horrified at the sight of his naked chest.
"Why is it so important to you that I stay on as head writer? You'd be in line to take it over. That's what you've wanted, isn't it? I went a little nuts today. I'm surprised Charlie hasn't had my credentials revoked at the studio."
"Yeah, there's no denying you overreacted." His lips twitched at the memory of her meltdown. She had merely said—yelled—what the rest of them had been thinking.
"I don't understand why you care so much about what I do or what's going on with me." She kept up with her pacing. "I hate that you pulled some strings or whatever it is you did to find out where I went. If you're such a clever federal agent—"
"Former agent," he corrected out of habit.
"Then what do you care about some screenwriter with a bad attitude? I'm no one's favorite person anymore."
He spread his arms wide and motioned toward their surroundings. "Can we make the best of this instead of overanalyzing? As for not being anyone's favorite person anymore, that's not true. I don't want you to quit. You can't."
She slammed her fist against the counter next to his hip and glared at him. "You need me more than I need you, that's why you really followed me up here. If I quit the show, I'll be fine. Is that what this is really about? You're afraid they'll revamp the entire writing team because of me, right? The show is all you have, all you know because you quit the Drug Enforcement Agency for reasons you like to keep secret. What happened? Did you get fired? Did the heat get to be too much for you so you left before you got hurt?"
"Wow, you really are a bitch."
"Yes, I am."
"Or maybe that's what you want people to think so they leave you alone to wallow in your misery."
"What do you know about it?"
Damn it, she pissed him off like no other human on the planet.
"I'll show you what I know about it." He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it up to mid-chest to show her the scars and burns zigzagging across his chest and abdomen. "I was tortured in Nicaragua, left to die in the jungle while my partner and best friend bled out next to me. I guess you could say that all made me reevaluate how I wanted to live the rest of my life. People have accused me of wallowing, too, but they can all go fuck themselves because they have no idea what I'm thinking."
He yanked his shirt back down, immediately hating his confession. A good-looking man, he had used his charm to get him places during his undercover work. He'd used his appearance as an asset and it had always gotten the job done. What vanity remained made him hide his bare chest from anyone and everyone. Hell, he even wore a t-shirt or a rash guard at the beach these days. He never spoke about that with anyone and had no idea why he'd needed her to know he hadn't slinked off like some coward.
She took a step back, anger transitioning to regret. "I'm sorry. I'm...I didn't mean it."
"You push all my damn buttons and I don't know why, but I sure as hell know you can't give up." He grabbed her forearm when she tried to retreat and made her look at him. Maybe this wasn't the best way to tell her, but he'd never been one to pass up an opportunity. "The same people who killed Shane tried to kill me on the same day. We were working together...Shane and me."
"What?" Eyes wide, she met his gaze.
"Yeah, I knew your ex, but I didn't know he was your ex until after we were working together. I had been consulting—"
"What is this? Why are you saying this to me?" She yanked her hand free and backed up until she hit the wall.
"I worked with him on that case. I was his expert witness, but I swear to God I didn't know your connection to him until after I started with the show." He followed, unwilling to stop now. He'd come here to hash out their differences and save their careers. Maybe it was time she heard the hard truth.
"You're cruel. Stop this."
"Maybe I am a coward because I quit the agency, but I'd always wanted to write. The opportunity fell into my lap, that's true. I didn't work my ass off for it like you did. I didn't want to die in a jungle face down in the mud with nothing to show for it besides my mother receiving condolences at my funeral. Fuck that." He had her pinned against the wall, noticed the fire in her eyes and the balled fists at her sides, but he couldn't stop now.
"You knew Shane, worked with me all of this time, and said nothing. Why?"
"Because you're like a borderline insane person. Don't you notice how people walk around you like they're on eggshells? You snap at everyone, retreat into silence in your office when you're not on a rampage, and then...you look so damn sad all of the time." He stepped back, hating himself for pushing her and not knowing the right thing to do.
She frowned, but didn't make a move to leave. "Do I really?"
"Do you really what? Go on rampages, scare people, or look sad all of the time?" He grinned at her question, knowing full well what grief felt like.
"All of the above, I guess," she whispered before looking away from his face.
"Yeah, you do. I've heard stories about you, though. I hear you used to be a really fun person to know, although I see no evidence to support that."
"He died...not me," she repeated with a twist of her lips while staring down at her feet. "Do you know how many times I've heard that? Everyone says that to me. He died, not you. Repeat. No one gets it. I don't want to live like this, trapped in numbness."
He sighed, realizing that maybe he'd gone too far. Maybe he'd wanted to shock her, he didn't know. Too late now. He'd not only crossed a line, he'd bulldozed over it.  
"I know grief sucks, Sierra. I know it's been rough for you."
             "I'm not a borderline insane person." When her bottom lip trembled, he felt like the biggest ass on planet earth.
"Yeah, right. I'm sure every person currently in a mental institution says the same thing." He couldn't look away from her face. Ever since he'd met her, he'd thought her beauty eluded any stereotype.
Her lips twisted into a crooked grin that pulled at his heartstrings. "You didn't happen to bring a straightjacket with you, did you?"
The idea of restraining her turned him on in ways he had denied himself for far too long. "You are a walking contradiction, has anyone told you that before? One minute I want to throttle you and the next," he shook his head and turned away from her, "it's a shame, that's all."
She grabbed his wrist and closed the space between them in one stride. "I want to feel again, I do."
He looked down at her, torn between lust and fear. He wanted to fuck her. Hard. Make her feel him inside of her for days. Relieve his frustration at the same time. Expend all of this manic energy.
Without saying another word, she stood on her tiptoes and mashed her mouth against his. The soft breasts he'd been fantasizing about pressed into his chest and he ached to touch them.
"You don't know what you're doing," he said because he knew he needed to warn her. His self-control bordered on paper-thin and he'd been jacking off to fantasies of her for months.  
"You're real," she said against his lips. "I need a good dose of reality. Isn't that why you came here? To wake me up?"
"Wake you up, yes; not fuck you blind."
"But that's what you want to do, isn't it? It wouldn't be the first time we crossed that line."
"Sierra..."
"Alex...We both want the same thing. It's just sex, who cares? Fuck me." She flicked her tongue over his lips.
"You've lost your mind."
"Probably."
"You'll hate me afterward, just like last time."
"I hate you now so you have nothing to lose."
One look into those blue eyes of hers and he knew he'd do whatever she asked. Lunatic or not, her body had been made for a man's hands.
Hands beneath her ass, he lifted her to the counter and ground his mouth against hers in a kiss meant to punish as well as satisfy his lust. He tugged at the hem of her pajama pants, anxious to prove her wrong about everything, especially him.
Her hand slid over his hard cock while her feet slid up the back of his thighs. Desperation transmitted through her kiss, but he didn't care. Maybe they were both desperate to connect with another human.  Their one night stand six months ago had kept him tossing and turning every night since wanting to ask her about it or thinking about going on a date with someone else; but he'd remained behind closed doors masturbating to fantasies of the exact woman who now held his dick in her palm.
Without hesitation, he yanked the t-shirt over her head and feasted his eyes on her naked breasts. He cupped each one before bending to kiss her neck. She tasted like vanilla and wine. He liked the combination.
Her toes looped into the back of his pants and edged them down past his bare ass.  Her hand increased its rhythm over his erection with an urgency that matched his own.
"Fuck me, Alex," she muttered against the top of his head.
He rolled his tongue over her hard nipple, skimmed his teeth across it, until she squirmed with need beneath him. One hand remained on the other breast while he sucked at her flesh. His other hand pulled at her pants as she wiggled her hips until they fell free.
Without pulling his mouth from her breast, he slipped two fingers inside her wetness. "Damn, you're so hot."
"I need you inside me." She yanked at his hair and brought his face up to hers. "Fuck me now like you've never fucked anyone else."
Oh, he'd fuck her hard. If that's what she needed, that's what he'd give her. He thrust inside her, pushing deep into her wet tightness until he felt the tip of his penis up against her cervix.
He shoved his tongue into her mouth as he rammed his cock into her cunt, going as deep as he could go, filling her to capacity.
Her nails sank into his shoulders, holding on tight. The heels of her feet dug into his ass, holding him tight.
Her tongue slid against his. Their mouths devoured one another as if they'd been long starved for the taste of another human being.
He broke the kiss long enough to look down at the weight of her breasts jiggling up and down as they rocked against each other.
"Deeper," she said, hands squeezing his ass.
Surrendering to the sensation of her pussy clenching around his girth, he plunged harder and deeper until he felt he would surely break her in two.
Her abrupt laugh shouted through the room as her entire body shuddered with ecstasy. He came then, holding her as close as two people could ever be, and buried his face into her neck.
He rested there for a minute, listening to his own heartbeat drown out all other senses.
"You're definitely real, better than a wine bottle or any dildo I've ever had," she said against the side of his face, her hands stroking his hair. "Damn, I'm not sure I can walk after that."
"You say such strange yet fascinating things." He grinned against her shoulder before lifting his head to look into her eyes. He pushed his hands into her hair and held her still. All of his life had consisted of one-night stands or temporary relationships. Undercover DEA agents didn't have a good track record with long-term personal commitments and the Los Angeles crowd didn't handle scars well so he'd been focused on work—and her—for too long. Not that this would be more than what it was—a hard fuck to prove he was 'real', whatever that meant.
Face flushed with sexual satisfaction and eyes alive with curiosity, she slid her feet down the back of his thighs and smiled. "That was unexpected."
"We both needed a good release." He caressed her cheekbones with his thumbs. "I think I'll get back to making those pancakes. I'm starving."
She blinked a minute before laughing again. He hadn't seen her laugh like this until now. Genuine, unguarded amusement transformed her face from beautiful to stunning.
He took another long look at her bare breasts, stroked his fingers over them, and slipped himself from her. He liked that she let him look at her without bothering to rush to get dressed. He slid his hands from her breasts over her flat abdomen before moving them along her thighs.
"You're so beautiful."
She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and held him when he would have stepped away. Amusement slipped from her eyes and he wished he could bring it back. For about thirty seconds, he'd glimpsed the woman she must have been before tragedy had dimmed her light.
"I'm not crazy. I'm not," she said.
"Jury's still out on that."
A one time fuck wouldn't be enough, he knew that with a certainty that reignited his desire. Now that he'd had a taste of her, he needed more and that could be dangerous for both of them. He doubted either would be considered 'stable' by the masses and to label their volatile relationship as complicated would be an understatement.
Smoke wafted from the skillet where one pancake had burnt to a crisp. Sighing, he tossed onto a plate before focusing on the batter.
His heartbeat slammed against his ribcage and his body hummed from the orgasm. Every move he made felt like dragging limbs through water, heavy and warm.
She moved from the counter and dressed in silence while he washed his hands.
"I'm sorry about what I said," he muttered before picking up the wooden spoon to resume his pancake making.
"About what? Me being a crazy bitch or about Shane being dead and not me?" She reached around him for a glass from the cabinet, careful not to touch him, but he noticed the shaking of her hands.
He closed his eyes and sighed. "Sierra..."
"It's okay. Really. I get it. I know what people say, nothing you told me was a surprise." She washed her hands before reaching into the freezer for ice. Her long hair fell back around her shoulders. Once again, he realized she'd put her shirt on inside out.
"It would help your image if you knew how to dress yourself." He poured more pancake batter onto the skillet and tried to ignore the primal urge to toss her over his shoulder and carry her to the bedroom.
Yep. Once would definitely not be enough.
A crash from the living room startled them both. The framed picture from above the fireplace lay on the floor, the glass shattered.
She moved around him, squatted above the mess, and shoved her hands through her hair. "Oh, my God. What have I done?"
"How did it fall?" He looked beneath the counter for a trashcan.
"I'm haunted," she whispered without looking away from the mess. "I see him everywhere. He was here earlier, with me. I could touch him, hear him," she looked over her shoulder, eyes shrouded with pain, "I'm not crazy, I'm not. Shane haunts me."
He froze and met her gaze. She believed what she said, every word of it. He could see the truth in her eyes. Swallowing the words he wanted to say, he exhaled a slow breath.
Nerves still amped up from sex, he rubbed the center of his chest with a closed fist. In front of him sat the most beautiful, passionate, talented woman he'd ever known, but he feared that no one would ever break whatever bond she shared with her deceased fiancé, that she had trapped herself in despair. If that turned out to be true, that would be the tragedy. 
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Saturday, July 26, 2014

Maya DeLeina's Sutlry Saturdays: Falling in love with The Devil and a big hunky grizzly with Author Bonnie Bliss #Giveaway #SultrySaturdays

Sultry Saturday





Maya DeLeina "The Vamp"
The Vamp, Maya DeLeina, presents Author Bonnie Bliss on Sultry Saturdays. 

Bonnie is here today to tempt the Mile High Muses visitors with bear shifters and The Devil, oh my!

And be sure to enter the two giveaways at the end.














HELLO!



My name is Bonnie Bliss, I write in multiple genres at the moment. I would like to thank the ladies of Mile High Muses for having me today, and let their followers know about my most current, and upcoming release!



We have bear shifters and we have The Devil himself making a showing in our upcoming release.




Currently available on all major retailers:



Grizzly (The Realm, #1)



One Alpha shape-shifting bear.
Plus one geeky computer girl.
Equals an explosive mated pairing.


Living her life as a reclusive computer programmer, Sorscha never expected much out of life. That was until the man who had not only ignored her for her whole life—but was hired as her bodyguard—suddenly shifts into a huge, hulking—bear.

Watching over Sorscha has been a pain, right in Tethur’s big, fat—well , you get the point. Suddenly Sorscha’s life is threatened, their deep mutual sexual attraction is exposed, and Tethur reveals he’s a shape-shifting hunk from a world right out of one of Sorscha’s favorite movies.

The unlikely pair are thrust into a world of fantasy, sexual hunger, and mysterious powers. Join Sorscha as she discovers that she is not quite the no body she thought she was, and after years of trying to get in the Grumpy ole’ bear’s pants—she is going to have to start ‘trying’ to keep him out of hers.



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SMASHWORDS: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/449305


COMING SOON


 

Crave (The Devil & the Diamond, #1) 

*This is a serial novella series in three parts*





A deal was made centuries ago.
The deal was for the first born in each generation.
The soul of that woman was owned from birth by the ultimate beast.

The Devil.

Elizabeth Cromwell knew growing up that she was different. The day her parents failing business suddenly took a turn for the better in an economy where it shouldn’t have. She was told of her fate. She was owned by the Devil. From the day of her birth she had no future.

It was his.

Unwilling to give into the rough seductions of the ultimate evil—she ran. Living in a convent in the secluded town of Neive, Italy, with only the aid of faceless man over the computer—she hides.

Until the day he finds her.

Sex. Lies. Betrayal.

The fight for her Soul and future begins now
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*This story is not for the faint of heart. This is considered a Dark Romance between two people that should never happen. It contains content which may be deemed inappropriate for some readers.*




Available August 26th



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Author Bio:



Bonnie Bliss is the brain child of two authors. Bonnie is a husband and wife duo who have come together to weave stories of passion, action, betrayal, and ultimate surrender. They have discovered that mixing genres is their thing. Their tastes go dark, and they love to twist up sweet stories and make them a bit more tense and sexy. Bonnie writes in multiple genres with plans to dabble into more areas of fiction.

One is a Southern California native, the other was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. The husband spends his time giving the wife alpha males with bite. He is a man that needs to see his world in print. He has a panty melting accent, loves listening to music, watching Game of Thrones, and obsessing over Heisenberg. The wife spends her time writing strong women that evolve into their power, they don’t just come out guns blazing. She claims the song California Girls, by Katy Perry is totally accurate. She’s done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—before finding her way into the publishing world with her husband.



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 THE GIVEAWAY


Enter your chance to win a paperback copy of BOUND, The Holiday Doms Collection from Bonnie Bliss.

Giveaway starts 07/26/2014 
12am MST  and ends 07/28/2014 12am MST


Good Luck. Oh and don't forget about the Mile High Muses Kindle giveaway going on now too. 






Friday, July 25, 2014

Take a Dirty Picture...Forbidden Fruit Friday. #selfies #nude #romance #ForbiddenFruitFriday #MayaDeLeina


Forbidden Fruit Fridays



Dedicated to exploring the recesses of the sexual realm that may be considered decadent indulgences, immoral pleasures, and desires that are tempting…but sinfully dangerous, Forbidden Fruit Fridays features thoughts, articles, educational guides, visual stimulation, experiences, trends and conversations with friends that explores sex in every flavor richer than vanilla.

And don’t forget; always keep a lover close at hand after visiting Forbidden Fruit Fridays.

Trust me, it will make your weekend that more…satisfying.





 Take a Dirty Picture




These are the days where everyone has mastered the art of the selfie. Don't believe me? Take a look at Facebook.. 

Okay, if you've been to my FB page, you get it. Haven't been to my page? Let me give you a reap of my selfies...

Now that I solidified that I am an idiot, you see what I mean right? Duck lips, surprise face, the confused, the...wait...WTF was I doing.? Anyway, selfies all spark some type of emotion.

But what if that emotion you want to stir is of the dirty kind?

Don't laugh...I know some of you tried it or at least, thought about sending a provocative selfie to a special someone. Well, I found great articles on mastering these selfies and it all has to do with lighting, [photo shop app], mirrors [photo shop app], and leaving something to the imagination....










In a WIP I may or may not have a woman trying to perfect the art of selfies. What kind of selfies? Well, you'll just have to wait to read some of the releases I have coming up this year. 

All I have to say is this-

Got your camera ready for the weekend?




Meet the Author

Author Maya DeLeina

Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Romance Author with Siren,  Evernight and Ellora's Cave Publishing.

 Her current series includes Ambrose Heights Vampires, My Naughty Vampire and Vampire Architects.

Born and raised on the Hawaiian island of Oahu, Maya could be seen at her favorite beach, Lanikai, performing with an all-girl band where she played keyboards, guitar and provided vocals, working as editor in her high school's yearbook  and volunteering her time at a humane society through UH of Manoa civic groups.

In 2006, Maya relocated to Colorado. Her crystal blue oceans, waterfalls and eighty degree year-round weather were traded for four season weather, enchanting forests and majestic mountains which led to her rekindled love for vampires.

In winter of 2010, she began penning her first manuscript and by 2011, Flesh Fantasy was under contract and released by Siren Publishing. To date, Maya has published four novels- Flesh Fantasy, Veil of Seduction, Blood of Luna and Dark Companion, with another novel and a novella anticipated for release in September and December of  2014.

In 2014, she banded with other Colorado romance authors to form the group, Mile High Muses, in which Maya serves as "The Vamp". Catch her Forbidden Fruit Friday blog and guests she hosts on Sultry Saturdays

Not only does Maya have theatrical book trailers that bring her vampires to life, all of her vampires were featured in Singer/Songwriter Jill Cohn's music video "Blessing Moon".




www.mayadeleina.net

Maya is published with Siren, Evernight and Ellora's Cave

Her series includes Ambrose Heights Vampires, My Naughty Vampire and Vampire Architects and has been featured in the music video "Blessing Moon" by singer/songwriter Jill Cohn.



www.mayadeleina.net