Saturday, August 30, 2014

Sultry Saturdays: Business or Pleasure...Erotic Author Ashley Ladd #Erotica #MM #Contemporary


The Vamp, Maya DeLeina, presents erotic romance author, Ashely Ladd.


Ashley is here "dishing" up an article that is quite entertaining and unique.

And check out her book feature, Business or Pleasure from Totally Bound Publishing.



I Made Calzones Today

By Ashley Ladd

I made calzones today.

One, I love calzones. Two, one of my best friends sells Avon and I wanted to support her business and there was a cool-looking calzone press in the Avon book. So I bought it.

This was my first time making calzones so I searched for a calzone recipe. Since I didn’t find one in any of my cook books, I searched online and found a simple-looking one on Food Network by Ree Drummond, The Pioneer Woman. My family loves watching her show and all her recipes we’ve tried.

So my son, daughter, and I went grocery shopping for the ingredients. We bought frozen bread dough, sweet Italian sausage, Marinara sauce, ricotta cheese, mozzarella cheese, mushrooms, and spinach. When we got home we thawed the dough and sausage.

Then the real fun began. It was a trial in cooking as we’d never made calzones before. Before we knew it, we were caked in flour and tripping over one another. We struggled to roll out the dough thin enough. My daughter misheard me and added triple the amount of Parmesan cheese than the recipe called for. Then we debated how to divide the basic filling among us as some people wanted spinach and mushrooms and some didn’t. I forgot to spray PAM on the pan and the first calzone broke apart when we tried to peel it off the foil. Then my daughter dropped her piece on the floor and the dogs had a great dinner.

The kids (and the dogs) thought the calzones were “amazing”. My husband, always the critic, thought it was too doughy and didn’t have enough meat. 

Making this calzone reminded me of writing a book then sending it out into the world to be enjoyed and reviewed.

First, when I write a book, I struggle to find an idea for the story. Some ideas come as easily as shopping in an Avon catalogue. I shop around for inspiration until a gem of a story takes root and sprouts in my mind.

Then I plot what comes next, just like I bought the right groceries for the calzone. In this case, my fellow chefs acted as my critique group, giving input, helping to shape the final outcome of my dish.

Then we ate and reviewed the dish. Five out of six people (and two dogs) enjoyed it. The sixth gave it a poor review. The first five look forward to eating the calzones again much as readers would look forward to reading my next book. The sixth probably doesn’t want to eat my calzone again. If he was a reader, he probably wouldn’t buy my next book.

I feel pretty good about the people who like my creation. Yet, I still feel down about the one who didn’t appreciate my hard work and creative genius.

Still I know it’s all part and parcel of cooking for a family. No matter how hard I try, sometimes somebody’s going to dislike some of the food. It’s the same with my books. Some people will like them and some people won’t.

Sometimes I’m the reader who doesn’t like the book, or the diner who doesn’t like the dinner. We all have different taste buds just like we have different taste in books.

A poor review is not worth getting upset about anymore than the dropped calzone. Something good will come of it. My dogs were ecstatic.

Business or Pleasure


Guy Rogers is extremely attracted to his new realtor, Tom Beaudreaux. As a passionate vegetarian and animal activist, he’s ecstatic that Tom is a kindred soul. He could never be with a carnivore. Unfortunately, Tommy isn’t really a vegetarian or animal activist. He never said he was either, he just didn’t eat meat when he was with Guy. And maybe he emptied his house of all meat and dairy products before inviting Guy over. In fact, Tommy’s family owns the most popular barbecue restaurant in town and if his family has their way, he’ll manage the new location.

When Guy finds out that Tommy eats meat and his family owns a restaurant that is a monument to eating meat, he’s livid and doesn’t know if he wants anything else to do with Tommy.

But then Guy’s life gets crazy –his dad’s paranoia blossoms into violent dementia, he gets arrested for picketing a doggy mill, and then he winds up in even more legal trouble. When Tommy sticks by him through all his trouble and does everything he can to help him, Guy wonders if he’s been too militant and narrow-minded. Perhaps he can learn to live with people who have opposite views.

Guy’s dad, Glen, bailed him out of jail with a furrowed brow and a crinkled nose. As he stuffed his wallet into his pants’ pocket, he sniffed. “If your poor mother was alive, she’d be bawling her eyes out at this shame. Why can’t you learn to live and let live? If people want to follow the Good Book’s teachings and eat the food God gave us, you shouldn’t go around sticking your nose in their business.”

Guy rubbed his aching wrists the handcuffs had made raw. Then he swallowed a deep breath that hurt his lungs as he followed his father to his beat-up van. “Look who’s talking about live and let live.”

“It ain’t natural for men to love men, to sleep with men. He intended for you to meet up with a good woman and give me some grandchildren before I die. Now don’t be waiting too long. I want to be in good enough shape to enjoy them.”

Not this again! Guy twisted his hands together to keep from wringing his dad’s neck and winding up back in the pokey. “Your God is a forgiving, forgetting god, or did you forget? He’s the only one supposed to judge.”

My god? He’s your god, too. You’d best start paying attention to His word, then you mightn’t be so darned pissed off all the time and marching around with that band of lunatics.”

By now he should know that the best way to win this argument was not to get involved, so he shut up. He had to put some distance between himself and his old man soon! Like yesterday.

“Calm down, Dad, before you give yourself another heart attack.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you went picketing that farm. At least you didn’t show up on TV and shame me in front of all my church friends. Don’t you be blabbing about what you’ve been up to. No one wants to hear it. And I don’t want that old coot next door or any of his followers to hear.”

Guy couldn’t help but retort, “The old guy next door is harmless. His daughter says he never leaves the house, that he can barely walk. He’s almost ninety.”

Glen peered at him as if he was crazy. “That’s why he gets his followers to do his dirty work. He’s been jealous of me for years.”

As much as his dad annoyed him, he loved him with his whole heart and didn’t want him to get sick. At seventy-one, he was frailer than most men his age. And he was obsessed with the neighbor, Mr Cary, to the point of being paranoid. Soon, he might have to go into an assisted living environment, but he was fighting it. If he tried to put his dad there now, he’d have the biggest battle on his hands in their history.

“Let’s drop it. I’m tired and hungry.”

Glen shook his finger at Guy. “You’ll be sorry when I’m proven right. I fixed some dinner, but of course, you won’t be wanting any of it seeing as it’s animal flesh and potatoes.”

Guy convulsed and almost threw up. “No. I don’t want that.”

When they got home, bile rose in Guy’s throat. Not only were the leftovers raw, bloody and mutilated, they were in his best pan!

Disgusted and angrier than he’d ever been in his life, he flung the pan in the garbage. The thing was no good to him anymore. He wasn’t going to put his food in a casket!

It was time to move out.


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Ashley Ladd is a disabled Air Force vet that is hard of hearing but still loves language, especially the written word. She loves a sexy man, especially one with a military background and they’ll often pop up in her stories. 

She also loves cats and has been known to empower a cat with the gift of speech. 

Unfortunately he wouldn’t shut up. J She loves to plug into Pandora and sip Diet Coke while writing, usually with a cat or kid at her side.

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 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

Friday, August 29, 2014

Forbidden Fruit Friday- The Allure of the Sexual Spider Web #Erotica #Paranormal #SexToys #Bondage



The allure of the Sexual Spider Web 

In my book, Flesh Fantasy, there is a particular scene that readers always comment about...the Sexual Spider Web.


"Throw in some hot vampires, sexual spider webs, and humorous banter and you have yourself just about the perfect vampire book."-VampireRomanceBooks 



Ms. DeLeina has a knack of writing awesome sex scenes. Boy, did she get me all hot and bothered. I will never look at food and spider webs the same way again. I know that sounded a bit creepy, but trust me once you read the scene, you will wonder where you can get one of those! -L&S Reviews


The very masculine, sexy and rather kinky vampire, Rhys, constructs this over-the-top contraption from a fantasy. Built on a hydraulic system with voice control activation, Rhys dreams of capturing his mortal, Rain, immobilizing her like prey to have an experience that could only be detailed as a "Naughty Carnival Ride."


Now, I have had questions from "How did you dream this up?" to "Are there skematics available to build this in our home?"

First, sadly, no....I don't have skematics on building the sexual spider web, but I am sure that a trip to aisle 15 may be of some fun!


And how did I dream this up?


Well, the hydraulic system and voice-activation was the unique twists forged in the recesses of my weird mind, but the spiderweb itself is nothing new from a sexual domination and bondage standpoint. 


Allowing anything and everything to be done to you while being incapacitated as prey is very much at the top of lists of women's sexual fantasies. 


I mean, this is a best seller here:

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Chapter Eight:
Cetatea Poienari

Rain- Diary entry eight

“Rhys, open the doors. I want this.”

With that, Rhys opened the double doors.

No longer was his bed center stage.

The bed had taken up residence in the far corner of the expansive room. What now sat front and center sent chills of excitement and astonishment down my spine. His creation was exactly how I had
imagined it. Oh my, he did his homework. And talk about attention to detail.

“My God, did you make this?”

“You think you can just order something like this off the Internet?” Rhys chuckled lightly, but remained locked in admiration and accomplishment as he looked over his work of art.

“But, when? How? I mean, I just saw you the other night! This probably took weeks to make!”

“Steffan helped me construct it.”

Rhys walked up to the octagon-shaped apparatus. It stood tall,
lofting well above Rhys’s six foot frame. The intricate stringing of chains was meticulously laid out in a repeating pattern to form a perfect spiderweb design. The chains were pulled taut, attached to a
wooden frame that mimicked the outer octagon-shaped frame. Rhys’s eyes were in a trance as he ran his fingers seductively along the chains.

“The construction and the time it took was nothing. All I did the entire time was imagine you on this, suspended as my prey. That image alone lit a fire under me to get this done. Next thing I knew, it was done. I even added a few touches that were not in the book.”

Gulp. That was all my mind and body could manage.

“Come here, Rain.”

Rhys’s eyes were beyond lustful. His eyes were burning my skin as I walked toward him, igniting my body in all the right places. He looked at me with a new fire, like he just remembered I was naked.
Hell, with leather cuffs, collar and thigh-high boots on, I almost forgot I was naked all this time. And in the flickering candlelight, his eyes seemed to flash red with passion.

Rhys had unbuttoned his shirt and pants and shed the two garments in the space it took for me to walk to him.

That chest of his, God, was it a glorious sight.

Ripple after hardened ripple and that pronounced protrusion of pectoral muscle was like the most exquisite piece of art I ever laid eyes on. It was a sight that made a woman shudder and cream right on
the spot. But, unlike art in a museum, this masterpiece was made to be appreciated not only by sight, but by touch.

I stood face-to-face with Rhys.

He dipped his head, slanting his mouth over mine, and claimed me wildly. He moaned in the melt of the kiss, growling and uttering Greek phrases indiscernible to me when we broke for air. His handscupped my bare ass, pulling me upward to rub against his sex. He took my right leg, urging me to bend it at the knee as he lifted it to his hip.

He ground his hips into me and I just about lost it.

“Grab on to the web,” Rhys said breathlessly.

I moved to the web.

I reached high for a row of chains I could grasp with some reach. I stepped carefully on the bottom chains, watching my footing with the platform boots as I climbed a bit higher and center on the web. I could feel the chains moving as Rhys climbed on, mimicking the path I took.

Then I felt his body cover me from behind.

His hands went to work, securing me into place to the web by the hooks on my leather cuffs. The web moved again as Rhys changed his angle.

His large hands covered my hands, his fingers lacing over my fingers. My ass hovered just above him.

“Bend at your knees and let your arms stretch,” Rhys instructed.

I moved as he directed and immediately understood what his intention was.

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About 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".

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Covert Operations plus Secret #Romance equals Amalfi Affair #EroticRomance

When a Navy SEAL falls for a CIA agent--while both keep their careers secret--not only does passion ignite, but the risk level is amplified. Featuring Sabrina Devonshire's AMALFI AFFAIR today on Tempt me Tuesday.
I'm Amber Lea Easton, aka The Temptress, and I'm here to have some fun. I hope you are, too. I'm a romantic suspense and contemporary romance author who enjoys pushing boundaries. Nothing turns me on more than making my readers squirm with tension from a suspenseful storyline or sensuous seduction scene. I may not write erotica per se, but I get the job done, baby! When I think of temptation, I automatically smile. The word alone makes me think of decadence, impulse, exploration, laughter, and boldness. On Tempt Me Tuesdays, I intend to delve into all of those elements of temptation with lighthearted glee! I enjoy comments on my blog posts, so please interact as often as possible. Let's have some fun together!

Tempt Me Tuesday presents an steamy excerpt from Sabrina Devonshire's latest erotic romance suspense...get ready for a wild ride with AMALFI AFFAIR! Here's a taste of a very sexy, adults only excerpt.

Darryl instructed the bartender to charge their drinks to his suite. He placed his hand around Olivia’s waist as she rose from the barstool and kept it there as they strode like two people late for an appointment from the bar to the elevator.
They stepped into the tiny box characteristic of Swiss elevators, standing nearly chest-to-chest. Darryl reached around Olivia to press the up button. Electric heat simmered in the minute space between their bodies.
I’m his for the night. Imagining what they’d soon be doing beneath the sheets struck her like a post-exercise endorphin rush. That anticipatory jolt raced to all the right places, too, making her ache to have every inch of his body wrapped around hers.
The sexual energy seemed to explode in the small space, making it difficult for Olivia to breathe. As if Darryl sensed the urgency of their attraction, he pulled her into his chest in one swift and athletic movement before his mouth swept over her lips with hungry, urgent need. She responded by arching into him, kissing and biting at his sexy mouth that she’d been dying to kiss all night. She was his. For as many hours as he wanted her.
He teased apart her lips with his tongue and swept it over her teeth and inside her mouth, teasing and tantalizing all her nerve endings.
She never realized her mouth was so sensitive. Her lips swelled in response to his sensual maneuvers with his mouth and tongue. If he used his equipment below the belt with similar proficiency, she would be in for a delicious night. Heat spread through her body as he thrust his tongue into the depths of her mouth.
She smoothed her hands over the ridges of his shoulder blades and contoured upper back muscles.
Darryl’s breathing grew ragged and desperate. The muscles around his jaw flexed tight. He stopped devouring her only long enough to exit when the elevator chimed.
“Come on, let’s race,” urged Darryl once the door opened. Olivia laughed and chased after him, slowing his progress by gripping the back of his shirt. They stumbled into his suite, yanking at each other’s clothes as the desperation to possess each other’s bodies took over. Tantalizing her with his sensual touch, Darryl slid her dress up her thighs, exposing the bare skin on her abdomen before yanking the garment over her head and tossing it aside in a crumpled heap.
“Mmm. I couldn’t wait to getting you naked before, but seeing you like this, now I’m really desperate to be near you.” He pressed his mouth against hers, kissing her and then tracing his tongue over the seam of her lips.
As she parted her mouth in anticipation of a breach from his tongue, he peppered her neck and collarbone with kisses, sending a tickly thrill through her body. As she threw her head back and sighed with bliss, Darryl leaned over and scooped her into his arms, carrying her to the king-sized bed. The fluffy comforter had been turned back and decorated with foil wrapped Swiss chocolates.
He sat her on the edge of the bed and then knelt down in front of her. His reddish-brown hair was tousled. Yellow flecks burned like flames in his green eyes as he studied her, slowly unwrapping the chocolate from the foil with those strong, lithe hands she desperately wanted to explore every nook and cranny of her body. “Open your mouth, Olivia.”
She opened her mouth wide enough for him to slip a chocolate inside her mouth. She closed her eyes as his fingertips brushed over her lips and the sweet, chocolaty flavor intoxicated her taste buds. “Mmm.”
“You missed a little bit.” He leaned in and kissed her before running his tongue over the melted chocolate on her lips. “You’re so beautiful, Olivia. I can’t wait to unwrap the rest of you.” His voice was a breathless whisper. His hands stroked her shoulders and then moved around her back.
The way his fingertips skimmed over the contours of her flesh made her feel so cherished and desirable. He unclasped her bra and slipped it off with a few deft flicks of his hand. He gave it a nonchalant toss and then climbed up on the bed and tucked a hand underneath her thighs, raising her legs from the floor and rotating her so she could stretch out on the mattress and lay back on the downy pillows. He leaned over her, tracing his fingers over one nipple and then massaging it.
Excitement ricocheted through her body at his intimate touch. She arched up toward him, aching for more of his ultra-attentive touch. It had been more than three months since she’d been hot and heavy with a man. God, I need a man. A real man. The bulky press of Darryl’s erection against her thigh suggested he would deliver what she craved and much more.
His strong calloused hand traced over her other breast, leaving behind a trail of excited goose pimples. She felt so vulnerable, her body studied by his lust-hooded eyes, her naked flesh bursting with sensation under his masculine touch. His hand skimmed over her belly, his fingertips slipped beneath her panties. She moaned as the pulsing ache between her thighs intensified.
He licked his lips and closed his eyes for a moment as his fingers slid into her moist wetness. His voice was a lusty whisper. “God, Olivia. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”
She was more than ready. She wasn’t sure she could wait another second for him to take her. Every nerve ending in her body felt like it would explode with excitement.
His hair tickled her skin as he leaned in and flicked his tongue over her breasts.
She moaned and squirmed with pleasure as a lusty thrill radiated from her nipples into her core.
As he drove her nipples wild with tormenting tongue action, he slid her scanty panties down her thighs. He slid one and then two fingers inside of her using a third one to stroke her swollen pussy. More warm, needy wetness seeped from between her thighs. Usually she only came during intercourse or under the ministrations of a flickering tongue, but Darryl had talents way beyond the abilities of her previous partners. While nibbling her breasts, he continued to torment her clitoris while plunging three fingers deep inside of her. 
Explosive heat shattered her insides and she screamed and thrashed and bucked up into him, not thinking about whether she might knock him senseless with her unabashed movements.
“You’re a fireball, aren’t you?” he said in a raspy voice.
“It’s been a while.” Cozy warmth wrapped around her, but quickly ebbed away as a craving for more kicked into overdrive. She wanted his cock—that looked ready to burst from his jeans—buried deep inside of her. Just thinking about his hot member made her swollen sex ache until it hurt. “But I want all of you now.” She reached toward him, moving her hand across the enormous bulge in his jeans.
“I think that can be arranged.” He bounded off the bed, shedding his T-shirt and pants in a matter of seconds.
When he stepped back toward her, she couldn’t help staring at his wall-of-muscle chest. There was no excess there—every ounce of him was rock solid. Including his enormous cock. It drove her wild to see that he was crazy ready for her. She never realized what she’d been missing by steering clear of enlisted men. From now on, they’d be at the top of her list. “Fuck.”
“What is it?” He tipped his head to one side, kneeling over her.
“This is just so erotic—having sex with a man I just met. Among other things.” Her gaze dropped to his erect cock, which had swelled so thick and tall that veins stood out on it.
A roguish smile spread over his face. “I’m thrilled that you’re enjoying the show. But I’m craving some audience participation.” He leaned over her and opened a drawer and snatched a condom. In a second, the package was open and he’d sheathed his cock. “The watching part is over. You turn me on so much I can’t wait any more.” His voice sounded raspy with lust. Now spread your legs for me, beauty.”
His command sent another furious pulse of excitement to her swollen sex. “I can’t wait anymore either.” Olivia eagerly spread apart her thighs, feeling a delicious vulnerability. It felt forbidden and erotic turning herself over to what ever Darryl wanted.
“I hope you’re ready. We are going to have one hell of a good time.” The muscles in his shoulders and arms bunched with tension as he positioned himself over her, teasing her open with the tip of his cock.
Olivia arched up into him, trying to work his cock further inside, but he pulled back. She groaned with frustration. “Oh, please take me Darryl. Please. I want to feel you.” She wrenched her legs open wider, panting with desperation to have him bury himself deep inside her and relieve the throbbing ache in her pussy.
“I want us to want each other so bad, we’re nearly delirious.” He reached down with his hands and maneuvered his cock just inside her opening. Every muscle in his face tensed and his wide, yellow-flecked eyes were crazed with lust.  “Oh, Olivia.” He ground his hips into her, sinking in further.
She gasped as his slow penetration stretched and filled her. Her walls clenched around him in response. But the deeper parts of her that remained empty screamed for more. Olivia tossed her head and moaned, her tongue sliding over her lips. “Darryl, please. You’re killing me.”
He lowered his lips to hers and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. His voice a breathy whisper, it tickled her face. “You have no idea how much you turn me on, Olivia. Seeing you want me like this. I can’t wait to see the look on your face once I’ve sunk my full length inside of you. It’s going to feel so good.”
 “It feels so good already. That’s why I want more. Much more. Oh, please give me more. Now. I have to have all of you.” She pleaded in a needy, desperate voice. She ground up into him again, grunting like a primitive beast. All logical thoughts had fled from her mind. Being fucked senseless by this amazingly well endowed SEAL was the only thing that mattered.
Every muscle in his face tensed as Darryl pushed his cock deep inside of her with one smooth stroke. His sinewy hands gripped her back as he slid in deep before slipping back out to her entrance. The primal sensation escalating inside of her vagina drove her wild. She grunted and panted underneath him.
Olivia was lost in the sensation of his cock buried inside of her, his firm flesh slapping against her belly. As he plunged in and out of her, his tongue probed deep inside of her mouth.
Her walls clenched around him as he drove her close to the edge. Pleasure ripped through her pussy. She twisted and flexed and screamed his name as the orgasm spasmed through her body.  Just when she thought the euphoria was subsiding, it skyrocketed again until a second explosion of ecstasy shattered her insides.
“Oh, baby, you are so fucking hot.” He plunged inside of her a few more times before his mouth fell open in an ecstatic groan and he came.
Darryl studied the woman in his arms. Sexual excitement had flushed her fair skin and dilated her pupils, making her look lovelier than ever. Astonishment registered in her milk-chocolate eyes. He’d surprised her. And in a good way he could tell.
Olivia had shifted his world as well. He’d never imagined a woman could deliver such a phenomenal sensual punch. His big challenge would be talking Venus Body Olivia into spending the night. Their heated encounters had only whet his appetite for more. He wanted to immerse his cock in her delicious wetness all night.
“Wow, that felt so great it about killed me.” Darryl stroked her cheek, relishing the softness of her skin. Letting her leave just wouldn’t do. “Could I talk you into spending the night?”
She traced a finger around the outside of his mouth and kissed him before speaking. “I have to be ready to ride at eight thirty.”
How can she think about bicycling at a time like this? Darryl gave her a randy grin. “I was hoping you’d be ready to ride again in about ten minutes.”
Olivia giggled and punched his chest playfully. Then she traced her fingertips over his pectorals and abdomen.
His cock instantly stiffened. He didn’t need ten minutes after all.
“I’m ready to ride right now,” she said. “And it looks like you are, too.” Her lips met his the instant she finished her sentence. Her kiss was hungry and wet and the mounds of her breasts and her sweaty flanks pressed against his body, making him desperate and hungry for more.
He barely had time to slip on a condom on before she kneeled over him, legs apart and descended on him. He licked his lips, his cock twitching with lusty delight as he heard the slick sound of her wetness. Man, she’s tight. She looked so fucking hot as she rode me.
She sunk onto him slowly at first and he relished the sensation of his cock sliding full length in and out of her and then as her lust intensified, her hips slapped against him fast and furious, her large milky breasts bouncing, her wild hair falling down over her lust enraptured face.
The woman is every man’s dream in bed, Darryl thought as he groaned with ecstasy. Her fingers dug into his back as she rode him and her moans of pleasure drove him wild. Her irises rolled upward and her tongue slid over her pink lips and then she screamed, “Oh, God, Darryl, yes, yess.”
Her orgasm seemed to last for more than a minute, which thrilled him. Darryl climaxed at the end of her release, grunting as an explosion of heat shot through his cock into his abdomen.
Olivia gave him a blissful, heavy-lidded expression as she climbed off of him and slid under the comforter. “You want to sleep for a few minutes?”
“I think so. I’m feeling really relaxed after all that hot sex. Come over here.” He reached for her, pulling her closer. Once her head was nestled on his chest, he encircled her in his arms. The soft contours of her body fit nicely against him. Conversation, wild sex, snuggling…they all felt like a dream with Olivia. Maybe I’ll spend my next leave in Ohio, he thought as he drifted off to sleep, nestled in her warm softness.

The blurb...
On a cycling tour through the Swiss Alps, CIA agent, Olivia Simpson, meets handsome Navy SEAL, Darryl Jennings. Her lust shifts into overdrive for this man on leave from missions he won’t discuss. A one night stands leads to a blissful week traveling the Amalfi Coast. Because of their secretive careers, their love affair is destined to end. Olivia immerses herself into her Intelligence work with memories of Darryl never far from the surface. When she receives a surprise phone call from him nine months later, she dashes off to meet him in Italy. Too late, she realizes the call had been made by an imposter to lure her into a trap.

Despite Darryl’s decision to end his relationship with Olivia, he returns to his missions in Afghanistan unable to shake her from his heart. Regret for letting her go gnaws at him until he decides to search for her. After following numerous dead end leads, he gives up on ever finding the elusive woman who stole his heart nine months prior. When he’s called in for a mission to rescue a high-level intelligence officer who’s been kidnapped, he realizes the woman in question is his Olivia. Pressure mounts as he becomes embroiled in a mission where the fate of his country and his true love falls on his shoulders.
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Sabrina Devonshire, an avid swimmer most of her life, can usually be found near or immersed in a body of water. If she's not seeking an endorphin rush in a pool, lake or ocean, she's often encouraging people to work out or writing a romantic suspense or magazine article.

She received a John Woods Scholarship and an Arizona Commission of the Arts Professional Development Grant toward her participation in a 2007 Prague Summer Program writing workshop. She also studied writing in Arizona and northern California and has a M.S. degree from the University of Arizona.

Sabrina loves traveling to off-the-beaten-path places where phones and electronic devices tend not to work well. Peru and Belize are two of her favorites. Sabrina lives in southern Arizona with her husband, two children, and fluffy dog, Sugar.

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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Be Swept Away in a RIPTIDE of Passion and Revenge #RomanticSuspense #BeachReads

Today's Scintillating Sunday Showcase presents...RIPTIDE, a sexy, intense romance with a healthy dose of suspense to keep us on our toes. Get ready for a sizzling read!
Adult Content Excerpt 18+
He toweled himself off, his thoughts centered around Lauren and their last date. It hadn’t exactly gone as planned given the dead guy face down amidst the fish. Not that he’d helped the situation with his not-so-smooth-moves-on-the-beach later. The past two days had given him perspective. He wanted her. Right or wrong, mistake or not, he needed to see where this could go. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. Maybe tonight he’d get another chance if he could track her down.

“Noah.” Lauren cleared her throat from where she stood outside the open bathroom door. She leaned against the wall in a Caribbean blue tank dress that hugged her body in all the right places, legs exposed from midthigh down, ankles crossed, long hair glistening over lightly tanned shoulders, gaze averted to the floor and smile playing across lips he desperately wanted against his skin. “Sorry to barge in. You left the deck door wide open.”
“No problem.” He cinched the towel around his waist and wondered exactly how long she’d been standing there. The thought of her watching him shower and dry off did crazy things to his nervous system. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Erin told me.” She leaned her head back against the wall and dragged her gaze from his toes upward. “Heard you were on private charter for the past few days.”
He leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and let her gaze soak him up. He liked the way she looked at him as if he were dessert.
“About the other night...I’m sorry. Can I make it up to you? Dinner tonight? Etcetera?” he asked.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth, gaze lingering on his chest. “Are you sure this time? No running away when things get hot?”
Electricity zapped in the three feet separating them.
 Damn, the woman did insane things to his rational thinking. He’d decided on the boat that he needed to see her, make things right, take it slow, get tangled up in some strings. Seeing her live and in person threw common sense out the window.
“I can’t decide if you’re hotter when wet or dry...I’m thinking it might be a tie,” she said.
Oh, what the hell. With an opener like that, how could a man resist? He crossed the space between them, slipped his hand behind her neck, and kissed her on that mouth he’d been fantasizing about all week.
Her hands slid over his damp chest while her mouth moved slowly beneath his, her teeth lightly catching his lower lip. Eyes open, they smiled against each other’s mouths.
“Miss me?” he asked.
“It would be very uncool of me to answer that.” She slid her hands over his abdomen and lingered on the towel. “Are you still wanting to back off, or have you come to your senses?”
He braced his hands over her head. The only thing he wanted to do was kiss her slowly and make her beg for more. He looked into her eyes. “You’re making me forget all of the reasons this is a mistake.”
“A sexy mistake.” Her fingers touched his chest in a featherlike caress. She licked her lips.
“Good point.” He smiled. “We’re headed into the danger zone.”
“You have no idea how dangerous.” She tugged on the towel, a wicked grin in her eyes.
Oh, he had an idea about the level of danger. He’d thought of nothing else for the past forty-eight hours and ranked this situation a solid Level Red. Despite that, all he could think about was how good it would feel to have her long legs wrapped around his hips while her nails clawed against his back. He needed to pull the emergency brake. Slow, he reminded himself. Slow.
He leaned against her, enjoying the way her body arched toward his like a magnetic pull. He tangled his fingers in the hair at the back of her neck. “What do you want, Lauren? After the other night, you know I’m more complicated than I seem.”
Her gaze flicked up to his. “I know what I’m doing.”
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
“Show me. Let’s make some mistakes together. We’re both consenting adults. What the hell?” she whispered, her teeth pulling at his lower lip.
“You’re reckless.”
“Does that scare you?” she asked.
He paused a fraction over her lips and looked into her eyes. Yeah, she was scary reckless, but that turned him on more than he could say. So what if she wanted to use him for a distraction from her own demons? He knew that had something to do with it—the woman oozed intensity.
Her mouth widened, taking his like a woman starving for the taste of him. Ravenous. Her fingers fisted in the back of his hair. Her bare foot slid up the outside of his leg. Tongues clashed in a passionate dance that left no doubt about mutual desire.
He pressed her against the wall, uncaring about the slipping of the towel down his hips. This woman made him want more than he had dared want in years. His hands roamed up her sides, thumbs caressing the outline of her breasts. Closer. He couldn’t get close enough.
  She pressed her hips against his. “Five days ago I didn’t think I’d feel any emotion ever again. Now here I am making out with you. Insane.”
“A little bit of crazy is good for a person.” He wrapped his hands in her hair, holding her face close to him. “What do you feel now?”
“You. I feel you.”
“You say all the right things,” he said against her mouth. His skin rippled beneath her touch. He couldn’t explain his reaction to her...he felt like an addict in desperate need of a fix.
Her body arched against his, arms circled his waist, hands teased beneath the towel that inched lower on his hips, mouth moved against his with an urgency that tested his self-control. He grabbed her shoulders, intending to urge her back, but instead pulled her toward the bedroom.
Mouths clinging to each other, they stumbled onto the bed. Giving in to the sensations of her soft curves and long legs against him, he kissed her as if he’d been dying and she were his lifeline. He peeled the dress up past her hips and squeezed her ass.
Her hands moved over his shoulders, against his neck, into his hair. Everywhere. Her leg curved over his thigh.
He kissed her face, her neck, her collarbone. One hand moved over her breast while the other inched her dress higher. She squirmed beneath him, breath hot against his skin, hands holding him tight against her.
Towel ancient history, he moved down the length of her and pushed the dress up until he could kiss her abdomen. He hesitated at the sight of the scar, evidence of the violence she’d suffered. He felt her stiffen, as if she’d forgotten what he’d see. He smoothed his thumb over the raised skin that ran from her right hipbone, zigzagged across her flat abdomen toward her left breast.
Her hand snagged his as she propped up on one elbow. Hair partially covering her face, she shook her head. “It’s ugly, I know, don’t look at it. Please.”
“You’re beautiful.” He pulled his hand free and smoothed it over the scar.
“Don’t lie to me.” She reached to pull her dress down.
He caught her hand and looked her in the eye. “Not lying. You’re so damn beautiful I can’t take it. Why do you think I’m breaking all of my own rules for you? Pity?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “I hope not.”
“Don’t hide from me, and I won’t lie to you. I promise.” He pushed her dress up over her bra. His gaze devoured the marred skin over taunt muscles, proof she’d survived. In his mind, nothing could be more beautiful than that.
He kissed every inch of the scar. One hand on her breast, he propped himself over her and captured her mouth with his. His erection throbbed against her thigh, aching to be inside her. 
Book Blurb...
One violent night shatters Lauren Biltmore’s life. As an anchorwoman, she's accustomed to reporting the news rather than being the lead story.  She escapes the spotlight by fleeing to her brother's home in the Cayman Islands. Haunted by nightmares, all she wants is a distraction from reality.

Distraction arrives via sexy screenwriter, Noah Reynolds. His take-me-to-bed looks mask a past ripe with scandal. He knows he should stay away from Lauren, especially when the worst night of her life unlocks his writer's block and while he's dealing with a stalker of his own, but ethics are his weakness.

Attraction sizzles beneath Caribbean sunshine. As their relationship grows, Noah's stalker intensifies her torment. Lauren wonders if her paranoia is justified or a carryover from her past. What's real? What's imagined?  Tentative trust is tested as their love is swept up against a riptide of deceit, murder, and revenge.

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