Thursday, October 31, 2013

Spank or Treat Prize Listings

Today is the long waited for announcement of the Spank or Treat Grand Prizes.

The generosity of Blushing, LazyDay, Decadent, Stormy, Blondie’s Place, and Discipline and Desire is truly stunning. All participants received up to 22 entries toward the prize drawing (1 per comment on each author’s blog, 3 for VIP status, 5 for completion, and 1 for ambassadorship). All prize winners were randomly chosen from this pool.

Wizards in Publishing, a consultation service owned by Kate Richards and Valerie Mann, offered a pre-publication consultation for an author’s manuscript of up to 15K. The lucky winner of this prize is none other than Normandie Alleman! Best of luck in your writing and publishing, Normandie! I hope you’ll enjoy your prize.

Decadent Publishing offered an ebook bundle, details determined after the prize is awarded. Our very own Rogue, aka the wielder of the paddle, will get to enjoy some new spicy books…and perhaps get some new ideas. :)

Discipline and Desire, a subscription site that offers a wealth of M/F spanking stories, offered a six-month membership. Our lucky winner is none other than Autumn who delighted us with her fan fiction last week. Now you’ll get some new ideas for your spanking fun!

Blondie’s Paddles, a husband-and-wife online shop, offered a custom-made paddle to Mary McCoy! Blondie will talk with you to help decide what kind of paddle you would like.

Stormy Nights, a publisher of spanking fiction, offered a $20 Amazon gift certificate to Spanking101, our loyal fan of all things spanking. Many happy spanking stories lie in your future!

Blushing Books, one of the oldest publishers of spanking fiction, offered a $50 gift certificate to their online bookstore. The lucky winner is Angieia Kroemer. If you don’t have a Blushing account yet, let Blushing know and they will help you set it up..

LazyDay Publishing, a publisher that takes all genres and pairings of spanking fiction, offered a $100 gift certificate to their online bookstore. Traveling Gal will have the pleasure of browsing through the book listings. M/F, F/F, M/M…it’s all there!.

Blushing Books also donated an ereader, to be chosen by the winner between a Kindle Fire and Nook HD. This is a fabulous prize and will make it easier for TL Bucko to download all of the free spanking stories available..Congratulations, everyone! You will be contacted about the details of your prize, so please respond promptly. If you do not respond by Sunday, a new winner will be chosen for your prize.

The “best of the best” comments will be featured next week on Wednesday on Governing Ana. We had some insightful, witty, and laugh-out-loud comments that have been re-read and treasured by the authors.

Don’t forget to come back for the Advent Calendar from December 1st to December 25th! Look for details in a post mid-November.

Also, save the date for Love Spanks 2014! February 7-9 will be a weekend filled with spanky stories, more prizes, and fun!

I hope to be participating in both of the above events.  As for my own winner, it's Cat at Cat's Bright Eyes, who will receive a winner's choice of one of my eBooks.  Cat, I will send you an e-mail under separate cover later today with the information so you can choose.

Thanks to all who entered, and I look forward to seeing many more of you in the following months.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Horny Hump Day - October 30 - Deadly Enchantment #HornyHDay #Wizards #Shifters

When a man gets carried away, it's the woman who's swept off her feet.

This material is Not Safe For Work. If you’re not over 18, please explore elsewhere.

Welcome to Horny Hump Day, a regular Wednesday feature! In this blog loop, we hope to provide you with tiny little tidbits of the most sexy and sensuous moments in our books. Just 3 sentences. The books might be already published, works-in-progress, or even classic literature we think you’ll like.

This post for HHD is from my 2nd book, Deadly Enchantment, a shape-shifting wizard romance published by New Concepts Publishing.  The story revolves around a young psychic woman facing off with the dark wizard of Ravenscroft, who she is convinced has brutally slaughtered her sister in a fit of jealous rage on their wedding night.

In this segment, Dominic's deepening feelings for Serena make it more likely his evil brother will target her.  Rather than risk losing her for good, Dominic decides to send Serena home directly after the funeral of his sister.  Serena doesn't want to leave, but arguing will gain her nothing but his anger and the likelihood of a more speedy departure, so she remains silent. Though Dominic is suspicious of Serena's new found docility, until she is safely away from him he insists she sleep in his bed.  Dominic knows he is endangering Serena's life by keeping her with him, but he is unable to let her go.  He desires her, yet hates himself for not having more control.  Serena is more practical.

            Moving into bed beside her, Dominic drew her into his arms and kissed her again, just as deeply, but with less anger.  “You’re like a fever in my blood, and my only cure is to have you again, and again.”
            “I am here,” she replied softly against his lips, kissing him this time.

Torn between his desire to protect the woman he loves, and his need to be with her, Dominic takes what she so willingly offers him.
M/F, Shape shifting wizards in Victorian England.

Read the first three chapters at: Deadly Enchantment

Available at NCPAmazon and Barnes & Noble

I hope you enjoyed this nibble. Your comments are encouraged. Please stop by the Horny Hump Day site and hop around to the authors’ sites, and you'll never look at Wednesday the same way.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Sneak Peek Sunday - October 27 - Arrested by Love #SPeekSunday #Spanking #Romance

For my Spank or Treat post, please click here.

He caught her speeding in a school zone and decided she needed to learn even civil disobedience could have very painful consequences.

Welcome to the first Sneak Peek Sunday of June.  For Sneak Peek Sunday we share six paragraphs from a published work or a WIP (work in progress).

My submission for this week is from my 3rd book, Arrested by Love.  A handsome, but strict, police officer  decides a spoiled socialite needs a special lesson in obeying the law.

Tiffany Morgan has been in love with Kyle Sinclair since she was ten years old, when he'd turned her over his knee for attempting to swim in a raging white water river. Though she'd been furious with him at the time, Tiffany never told her family what Kyle did. Instead, she began trailing after him like an annoying younger sister as she tried to gain his attention.

Now, eleven years later, Kyle, a patrol officer, is finding it much more difficult to maintain his distance from the irresistible and vivacious redhead who continues to invent ingenious ways to attract his interest. Though he dismissed her initial attraction to him as infatuation, as she grew-up, his own feelings of desire and protectiveness deepened. So, despite his constant struggle to resist the spirited little minx's lures, Kyle finally has to admit that he is losing the battle--badly.

In this excerpt from Chapter One, Tiffany Morgan deliberately breaks the law in order to get Kyle Sinclair's attention.  This isn't the first time she's gone out of her way to bait the police officer, so she is familiar with the routine.  Unfortunately, she's just admitted she knew she was speeding, which he considers to be a rash, reckless and punishable offense.  He is the process of writing her a ticket along with a recommendation she attend mandatory driver's training, when Tiffany gathers up her courage and propositions him.  Though she is obviously playing the flirt, rather than see the humor in her teasing, Kyle informs her she's overstepped her bounds, slaps handcuffs on her and escorts her to the back of his cruiser where he lets her sit and think about what she just did as he cools off his temper.

             Kyle was so angry with Tiffany for her deliberate recklessness, he feared he'd lose his temper with her.  So, rather than tempt himself further by giving her a well-deserved scolding, he slammed his cruiser's door and strode to stand before the hood of his car, where he crossed his arms over his chest and considered what he should do next.
            She had absolutely no regard for her own safety.  He knew that since the summer she'd turned ten years old and went swimming in the rain-swollen Pentucket river after her parents had wisely forbidden her to go anywhere near it.  Though only seventeen and little more than a kid himself, he'd managed to save her.  Then, once he'd made sure she hadn't been hurt by the river's rough handling, he'd been angry enough to give her five hard swats on her pink swimsuit covered backside.  Afterwards, she wailed as if he'd beaten her black and blue, so he gently rocked her in his arms while he quietly scolded her for risking her life until she'd finally calmed.
            Then putting her aside, he ordered her back home to change out of her wet suit.  He thought she'd run back to her Daddy and complain about what he'd done, but she hadn't.  Instead, the very next day she'd actually started following him around like a pesky younger sister, remaining his permanent shadow until two years later, when he'd left and joined the army to train as a medic.
            He knew she'd become smitten with him, since during those two years she'd occasionally try to get his attention, often by doing stupid girly things.  Still, all it took was a sharp word or look from him and she'd promptly settle down and behave again.
            Despite having a nearly constant tail on him, they really had very little contact with each other until she'd turned eighteen and he found himself rescuing her again.  This time from a near rape by one of the cretins she'd been dating.  Kyle had joined up with the police force by then, so he did the "right" thing by threatening the guy with arrest first, despite the fact he wanted to knock out a few of the idiot's teeth.  However, some guys were just too stupid to live, he guessed, since this drunken lout didn't have the sense God gave a peacock to lay low.
            As Kyle had leaned against the door of his cruiser and listened while the moron continued to spew epithets at him, which should never have been spoken in a lady's presence, he merely kept an eye on his watch and waited for the second hand to swing up to twelve at which point he informed the imbecile that he was officially off-duty and clocked him one, knocking him out.

Despite his sternness,  Kyle has fallen for Tiffany, which makes her proposition even more unacceptable in his eyes.  The woman was too reckless with her own safety by half, and Kyle was determined to teach her a lesson she wouldn't forget for a long time to come.

M/F, DD and sexy spankings in rural Connecticut.

If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at Arrested by Love

Buy the book directly from Blushing BooksAmazonBarnes & NobleARE

Thanks for visiting.  I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt and want more. Please click the link below to continue your hop Sneak Peek Sunday Wishing you a wonderful journey.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Saturday Spankings - October 26 - Acting Lessons #SatSpanks #Spanking #Romance

For my Spank or Treat post, Please click here.

Peter loved Kate with all his being, but that didn't mean he'd tolerate an ultimatum from her.

Reading this material at Work could get you spanked.

Welcome to the Saturday Spankings blog hop.  My stories are all M/f with the dominant male determined to protect the woman he cares for and loves, or grows to love, by doing whatever it takes to ensure her safety and continued health.  This includes administering a spanking when she needs one.  

My submission for this week is from my third spanking romance titled, Acting Lessons
He was a strict and demanding college professor turned professional director who excelled at giving acting lessons.  She was his shy and uncertain former student who became a professional actress under his tutelage.  They fell in love, married, and won two Tony Awards before tragedy struck and a simple kiss ripped them apart.

After a six month separation, Peter Thorton decides to take matters into his own hands by making his famous wife, Kate, an offer she wouldn't refuse.  Plainly put, he wants her back and he intends to do whatever is necessary to achieve his goal, even if it means giving his stubborn, willful leading lady a daily reminder over his knee that she promised to obey him.

Setup: early in the first chapter, Peter Thorton is attempting to convince his wife, Kate, to give their marriage a second chance by signing her to appear with him in a College Summer Stock production of "Kiss Me Kate."  Kate isn't sure she can trust Peter with her heart again, since she believes he's been unfaithful to her, but she's never stopped loving him.  And though Domestic Discipline originally played a part in their marriage, their last two years together had them living like polite strangers sharing the same house.  Peter realizes he made a mistake in letting Kate do as she pleased, so he's determined to rectify matters. Kate, however, believed he was bluffing, so to prove his point, Peter reminds her what he will do by taking her over his knee in her agent's office.  Wisely, the man excused himself and let Peter handle Kate as he saw fit.

            "Oww.  You bastard.  Stop that."
            "Not until you learn to keep a civil tongue in your head, young lady," he warned giving her two swats that were even harder.
            "Oww!  I'm sorry."
            "Not yet, you're not, but you will be if you don't start behaving.  The next time you swear, both your pants and panties are coming down.  Understand?
            Before she could reply, another sharp, stinging sensation caused Kate to yelp out in pain.  Lesson learned, she gritted her teeth to keep from making another scathing comment and panted until the pain subsided.

Kate's is not in an enviable position at this point, even though Peter desires her agreement to his plan.
M/F, DD and a staged production of Kiss Me, Kate.

If you're 18 or older, you can read the first three chapters at Acting Lessons

Buy the book directly from Blushing BooksAmazonAmazon UK

Thanks for visiting.  I hope you enjoyed this brief excerpt and want more. Please click on one of the author's names below, or visit The Saturday Spankings Blog to continue your journey.

Friday, October 25, 2013

A Writer's Naughty Thoughts is offering Treats for Spank or Treat #spankortreat

If you want to win prizes, you need to play by the rules.  Here they are:      
1.     Visit each blog between the Friday, October 25th and Sunday, October 27th to read the posted stories and excerpts.
2.     Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog.  You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing.  You will also be automatically entered in that author’s individual contest, if she has one.
3.     If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.
Deadline is midnight EDT (UTC -4) on October 27th!!
4.     If you successfully completed the Spankee Doodle, Love Spanks, or last year’s Spank or Treat 2012 challenge, you may add “VIP” to your comments.  You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize.  (Yes, we will be doing this again.  Yes, if you successfully complete the Spank or Treat challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!)
5.     Visit any of the participating blogs on Thursday, October 31st to find out the lucky winners.  Will it be you?

You want prizes?  Boy have we got 'em

Plus, all Spank or Treaters are eligible for free books!
  • Holding Hannah, by Maren Smith
    Available to the first 50 participants!
  • Love’s Reprise, by Cassandre Dayne, Lucy Felthouse, Olivia Starke, Kate Richards, and Anastasia Vitsky
  • Coming to Terms, by Cara Bristol, Jade Cary, Alta Hensley, Celeste Jones, Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, and Anastasia Vitsky
Available to ALL participants who complete the Spank or Treat 2013 challenge!
Now, how to enter to win on my blog.
1. Read the excerpt I've posted from my sequel to Mortal Illusions, tentatively entitledFatal Desire (still being revised)
2. Leave a comment below telling me what Marcus said to cause Amanda to immediately draw back in fear.
3. Don't forget to leave your e-mail address as well, or I will have no way to contact you if you win.

As stated in the rules, a comment on my blog serves not only as an entry for my prize, but as an entry for the grand prize.

For my personal prize, which is being offered only to Spank or Treat commenters on "A Writer's Naughty Thoughts," I will award a eBook copy of any one of the following three spanking books available on Blushing Books, including my newest release Acting Lessons--readers choice.

Click a title below to read an excerpt or purchase.
(Available now at Blushing Books)

SETUP: (Can be skipped if desired) This Fatal Desire excerpt: (only available here for Spank or Treat) is near the start of Chapter Five. Amanda Jones is a magazine reporter attending a "haunted" weekend with the intention of debunking the host as a fraud.  Except in her brief dealings with their "host," Amanda has determined that though Marcus Aularius has convinced her to stay through dinner, she has grave reservations about remaining in his company any longer than is absolutely necessary.  So, when he shows up at her room on the pretext of returning her confiscated reporting equipment, she asks him why he's changed his mind and he informs her since neither device will allow her contact with the outside world, he would allow her to keep them.

Amanda learns the truths she'd based her safety on are little more than myths.

            "What's wrong?" Marcus asked, his brow wrinkling while the electronic devices he'd confiscated lay innocuously in his outstretched hands.  "Do you not want them?"
            "Of course, I do.  But I would rather you gave them back because you wanted me to have them, not because you generously decided to let me keep them."
            His eyebrows drew together in a full frown.  "I do not understand the difference.  In both scenarios you are getting what you wanted.  What difference does it make as to my reason?"
            She nodded.  "Yeah, I know you don't understand, and that's part of the problem."
            "You shall have to teach me, then."
            Gazing into his dark eyes, Amanda said,. "I'm not a teacher, Mr. Aularius.  I am one frightened woman, who fears she is being incredibly naïve and stupid by staying."
            His posture grew ramrod straight. "I see."  His voice sounded ten degrees cooler.
            She turned slightly, careful not to give him her back, then faced him again.  "Okay, maybe you can understand this.  Why exactly do you want me to stay?"
            "Are you going to take these from me, or not?" he asked, his voice so brittle that she was surprised his words didn't shatter into tiny shards on their way out of his mouth.
            She gazed at his angry face, and thought, Yeah, I want them.  And I want you too, big guy, but I'm more than a little scared about what you might do to me if I say yes.  And I'm almost, not quite, but almost equally afraid that I will be missing out on the best night of my life if I say no.  And that's the crux of my problem.  So, what are you gonna do about it, huh?
            His rigid stance relaxed after she finished her inner tirade.  "Uh oh, Amanda," she murmured aloud.  "You should always check first to see who's on the party line before you begin chatting about the neighbors."
            When he grinned openly, she narrowed her eyes at him.  "Did you hear what I was thinking earlier?"
            "It would be difficult not to, when you broadcast your thoughts so loudly."
            She didn't know whether to be embarrassed or pissed.  Deciding she'd go with the safer emotion, she put her hands on her hips and scowled at him.  "Just how am I broadcasting my thoughts to you?"
            "Amanda, take these first, will you?" he demanded, thrusting his hands forward.  "If you don't take them now, I shall confiscate them again out of annoyance with you."
            "Annoyance with me?  What the F-K do you think I've done to be annoyed with me?"  When he just stood there with a furrowed brow, holding out her pen and recorder, she lowered her arms with an aggravated sigh.  "Fine, all right."  She started to move closer to him when an ugly suspicion formed, and she stopped.  "You're not giving me these with any strings attached, are you?"
            He frowned down at the items, then raised his hands to glance under them.  "I do not believe so, as I do not see any strings on either of these devices."
            When she laughed, he grinned back, so she reached for her equipment with a murmured, "Thank you."  But when she attempted to remove her hands; he closed his fingers over hers and gave a little tug, pulling her closer.  She eyed him with grave reluctance, but allowed him to draw her in until they stood less than six inches apart. "Oh, yeah, now you want to cuddle.  After our first fight."
            "Was that truly our first fight, Amanda?"
            "Sure felt like one to me."
            "Yes, to me also, I think."  He hesitated, then asked, "May I hold you now, as I have wished to do since I first saw you?"
            Amanda swallowed back the lump in her throat and nodded, offering no resistance when he drew her into his arms.  Then pulling her equipment in close to her stomach she leaned in against his chest.  She knew it was a mistake the moment she did it, because despite all her brave attempts to hold them back, tears began to well and fall from her eyes.  He held her close for a few minutes, not saying anything.
            When she finally pulled away, he handed her a linen handkerchief, and she laughed as she took it. "Jeesh, I thought these went out with the dinosaurs."
            Lifting one eyebrow, he said, "I am not quite that old."
            She laughed as she dabbed at her eyes.  "Yeah, I know.  I wouldn't put you a day past the Stone Age."
            He chuckled.  "You wicked, wicked girl.  I think you should be soundly thrashed for that."
            Amanda immediately drew back, taking her pen and recorder with her.
            His amused expression quickly morphed into a puzzled frown.  "I said something to upset you.  What is it?  Are you afraid I would actually thrash you?"
            Jerking her head up, she stared at him.  "Would you?"
            He was silent for a moment.  "I have already told you, many times, that I would not harm or hurt you.  So what is it you fear I would do?"
            She shrugged.  "Nothing.  It was a stupid reaction."
            "Very well.  I shall add that to our list of discussion topics for later, along with your fear of exposing your back, or having anyone stand behind you."
            Amanda felt her breath catch in her throat at that comment.  She didn't think anyone had noticed.  Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, then said, "I think I'd be a much happier camper if you struck all three of those items from the record."
            "We'll see.  I cannot force you to answer my questions, but I can still ask them." When she didn't reply, he asked more quietly, "Do you wish to continue our interview?"
            "Yeah.  Sure.  I mean, that's why I'm here, right?  To get the scoop on you and your little weekend parties."  She sat down on the rug, facing him.
            He must have taken his cue from her, since he sat in the hallway without even asking to come in.  As she pulled her pad and pen out to take notes, he asked, "Is there some reason we are doing this on the floor?"
            "Well, you don't have any chairs out there, and I thought it would be rude for me to sit on one while you could not."
            "I see. And am I sitting out here because you do not trust me enough to let me sit in the same room with you?"
            "No.  Actually, I think you'd stay within any boundaries I set for you.  It's me I'm worried about."
            "Very well, continue then."  He pointed to her recorder.  She pressed the record button noting that he neither gloated nor even looked pleased by her confession, and she had to give him Brownie points for that. "Okay, let's see, where was I?"
            "I believe you were about to ask me about section 2C on the contract."
             A small frisson went through her as she glanced over at him.  "Yeah, I know.  I sort of put that one on the list to be discussed later as well."
            "As you wish."
            "Okay."  She sat up straighter and gave him her best professional look.  "Can you fly?"
            His eyebrow surged up as if he was surprised by the question, but he did not hesitate to answer.  "Not like Superman or Peter Pan, but I am able to lower myself from great heights without injury, and transport myself from one spot to another within a blink of the eye.  However, I do not believe I can actually 'fly', although I must admit it is not something I have ever attempted."
            "What about the affect sunlight has on you?  Is there any truth to that at all, or is it a complete myth?"
            "Not a myth, precisely.  As you gathered, I am able to stand in direct sunlight without any ill effects.  Vampires are much more powerful at night.  When the sun is up, our powers are greatly reduced.  Sometimes they disappear entirely in younger vampires.  Direct sunlight, can burn them, if the proper precautions aren't taken."
            "Okay, what sort of precautions?"
            "Much like those you mortals usually take.  If a vampire who is sensitive to sunlight needs to go outside, he should wear protective contacts, or sunglasses, and some sort of sun cream with a respectable factor.  But inside, at least for those of us who are older, daylight poses no problem at all."
            "So, how do younger vampires spend their daylight hours, if they can't play outside?"
            "Younger vampires, like children, need their rest.  So, they are often found napping during the day."
            "But, because you're older, you don't need to 'nap,' or stay out of the sun at all."
            "Yes, that is correct."
            "So, that means you lied to me."
            "That means I told you what I thought would make you feel more secure.  As long as you believed I was confined to kneeling or squatting in the shade, you considered yourself safe.  I would have maintained that illusion as long as I needed to just to have you stay and talk with me.
            "I only revealed the truth once I realized maintaining the fiction would not benefit either one of us.  That, and I was hoping you would let me hold you, although I sincerely doubted you would permit me such liberties so soon."
            "Yeah, except I did everything but throw myself into your arms, didn't I?  Simply putty in your hands, right?"
            "You were never putty, Amanda, and had I thought you would not be embarrassed having others witness our embrace, you would not have been only imagining my arms about you.  I can promise you that."
            "Yeah.  Except now I feel like a fool for believing you about that sunlight thing."
            "As I said, I would have maintained the illusion for as long as it took, if keeping out of the sun would have made you less afraid of me.  Just as I have not crossed your threshold, because my staying on the other side gives you a feeling of security.  Though possibly a false one."
            Amanda's heart skipped a beat.  "What do you mean?  This is my room, and unless I invite you in, you have to remain on the other side of my door, right?"
            "If it makes you more comfortable to believe that, then I will answer yes.  Though that is not necessarily the truth."
            Wiggling her behind, Amanda scooted a little further away from him. "Okay, let me get this straight.  Are you saying that the only thing keeping you in the hall is my mistaken belief that you cannot come in?"
            "Not exactly.  The only thing keeping me in the hall is the knowledge that you do not want me inside your room, yet."
            Amanda shook her head.  "Nuh uh.  I read about how your kind can't enter unless you're invited.  That's one of the things that protects us poor mortals against you guys."
            "You speak of the myth concerning a vampire's inability to cross the threshold of a mortal's private dwelling.  This is a hotel, not your home, and, as I've already demonstrated, few myths of the vampire lore are accurate."  When she simply shook her head in firm denial, he added, "I can prove it, if you wish, though I am not at all certain my doing so will ease your mind."
            She drew her knees up to her chin and glared at him.  "Maybe, if you can prove the only reason you are currently staying on the other side of that line is out of respect for my wishes.  That isn't necessarily a bad thing, is it?"
            His voice got very soft.  "No, sweetheart, I believe it is a very good thing.  It means your wishes are much more important to me than my own."

 I hope you enjoyed Amanda and Marcus's interaction, now tell me what Marcus said to cause Amanda to draw back in fear, then return to Spank or Treat's main page for more reader fun.  Spank or Treat Main Page And don't forget to leave your e-mail address if you want to be entered to win one of my books.

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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Horny Hump Day - October 23 - Mortal Illusions #HornyHDay #Vampires #Paranormal

Most vampires drink blood, but not all of them go for the neck.

This material is Not Safe For Work. If you’re not over 18, please explore elsewhere.

Welcome to Horny Hump Day, a regular Wednesday feature! In this blog loop, we hope to provide you with tiny little tidbits of the most sexy and sensuous moments in our books. Just 3 sentences. The books might be already published, works-in-progress, or even classic literature we think you’ll like.

This post for HHD is from my 1st book, Mortal Illusions. A vampire romance published by New Concepts Publishing, Mortal Illusions is currently the first in a series of 3 books.  Its sequel, Fatal Desire, is currently under production.


This snippet occurs about a third way into the book after Claire Daniels has finally convinced Germaine St. Justine, the two hundred year-old vampire, she hopes will ultimately save her brother's life, to make love. Claire's convinced herself she knows what she's getting into, but she's about to discover she's wrong.  Possibly dead wrong, because making love to a vampire can be fatally addictive.

              Finding her voice at last, Claire managed to release one, long, keening wail of primitive rapture before a dark mist enshrouded her and she lost consciousness.
              She awoke to the erotic sensation of something wet and tingly sliding along the length of her arm.  Germaine bent over her; his eyes and smile warm as he rubbed the damp, cool terry cloth over her stomach and Claire moaned with pleasure -- her flesh was alive--hot and tingling, and the slightest touch made it quiver with expectation.

Though a vampire's bite can be painful, the pleasure it ultimately brings is pure ecstasy.

M/F, Contemporary vampire romance in a society based on D/s.

Read the first three chapters at: Mortal Illusions

Buy the book at NCPAmazonBarnes & Noble or ARe.

Thanks so much for joining us in Horny Hump Day.  I hope you enjoyed this nibble, now please check out the other author's fine offerings at the Horny Hump Day blog site.  The site also provides details on how you can sign up for next week if you’d like to play along with us.  We don't bite, even if your heroes do.