Friday, July 4, 2014

#TheEqualRightsBlogHop #queertownabbey July 4-11

Welcome to the Queer Town Abbey Equal Rights Blog Hop!

                                      What was your first experience in the LGBT community?

One does not have to be lesbian, gay, transgendered or bisexual to be a part of the LBGT commmunity. In fact, much to many people's delight, the lines of the LGBT community are blurring. The LGBT community is integrating into humankind as a whole.  Gay marriage, equal treatment in the workplace, media and television exposure, and literature are helping us make huge strides in equality. What was once taboo is now commonplace. What was once a hush hush subject is now openly discussed. 

We all have a 1st experience with either the gay community or simply one gay person. How was your experience? Was it scary, easy, strange, sexual, or non-sexual? Enter a one word comment below & enter to win the entire 4 part SEASIDE SURRENDER erotic romance collection (electronic version)

My 1st experience in the LGBT community was at the age of 21, running into a childhood friend, my 1st crush to be exact, and him taking me out for a drink at a gay bar in Boston. It was a fun experience, and not altogether surprising when he came out of the closet.Even at a young age he was colorful and flamboyant in a delightfully artistic manner. 

After that I befriended a huge number of friends, who happen to be gay, who to this day brighten my world. 

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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Is It Summer Yet? #BlogHop #queertownabbey

Is It Summer Yet? Blog Hop

Get a jump on the season by Queer Town Abbey and dozens of your favorite authors April 23-26. The theme for this Blog Hop is My Best Summer Memory

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Sensuous Promo’s Presents - Book Tour for Give Me Shelter by Alexis D. Craig

Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s Give Me Shelter Book Tour.


Give Me Shelter By Alexis D. Craig  

Inspector Eli Miller's unspoken feelings for his partner, Bex, color his whole life. When his past comes calling, will it be the push he needs to seek a future with her?

Inspector Rebecca 'Bex' Mulcahy has lived long enough to know that love is a street con at best, and a dangerous distraction at worst. Any feelings she has for her partner Eli definitely fall into the latter category. Will her dedication to her job keep her from finding a possible future with Eli?Their latest case is protecting Violet Burrell, a young woman with scars on her soul stretching back to birth, who inadvertently witnesses a shockingly brutal murder at the hands of a sadist. Violet is determined to testify in court. Her strength and courage impress Eli and Bex, who will protect her at all costs.

But it is Violet’s beauty and spirit that entrances Junior Inspector Atticus Randall. Atticus is also assigned to protect Violet, and while he knows he should ignore his growing feelings for her, he just can’t stop himself from falling for the brave beauty.

Life in the Las Vegas branch of Witness Protection has never been more tangled. When the emotional landmines start a chain reaction, everyone in the blast radius is going to need a little shelter.


She was close to the edge and he knew it, wanting to take his time before he brought her all theway off. Her taste was intoxicating and the way she moved, he was almost as close as she was. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she undulated beneath him. “Your tongue . . . God, Eli, don’t stop! Right there . . . I’m almost . . .”
He opened his eyes because he wanted to watch the release wash over her, and saw not Zoe, but red hair and bright green eyes full of fire. Bex’s mouth detailing how good it was, moaning and crying out his name. She reached for him, pulling him up to stretch out over her while she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.
He pulled back to brush her bangs out of her face, with a gentle smile. “I’ve wanted this for so long . . .” He leaned in to kiss her again, only to hear a banging on the door.
Eli awoke to the sound of someone trying to beat his door down like he was a fugitive axe murderer.
At the moment, the axe-murder thing was an entirely plausible scenario, given his highly stimulated state. “Jesus, I’m coming.” He allowed himself a little chuckle at his own double entendre.
“Keep your pants on.”
He opened the door to Bex, looking wild-eyed and distinctly vexed, and suddenly wanted to amend his last statement. “Is the house on fire?”
She stormed past him into the house in a tight gray t-shirt and an ancient pair of jeans, smelling of oranges and something darker, something that made his already hyper libido perk up. “You didn’t tell me! You knew she was reading this,” she held the book aloft, “and you didn’t say anything!”
Eli closed the door, pausing to rest his head against the cool wood, trying to think of some way to distract her, so that she wouldn’t notice the tent in the front of his jeans. “I saw it the first day she came into the office.” He walked over to the fridge, wondering if it would be rude to dump a tray of ice cubes down his pants in front of a guest. “Can I get you a beer?”
Bex nodded as she paced from the living room to the couch and back again. “I mean, Jesus Christ on a cracker, Eli.” She took the beer he offered her and downed half of it, then tossed the book onto the sofa. “‘he broke the band of her underclothes”? Really?”
He froze at the words of his dream coming out of her mouth. Suddenly, a single ice cube tray seemed wholly insufficient. “Um, yes, there is that.” The lack of blood to his brain had rendered his more complicated conversational skills damn near impotent, a condition not suffered by the rest of him. “Did you read the rest of it?” He leaned back against the back of his couch, sipping his own beer and watching her sinewy movements. The jeans were an intense distraction, low on her hips and showing a tempting strip of belly when she walked.
“No! I got some take out on the way home from the range, opened a bottle of wine, kicked back on the couch. You’d have been proud of me. I was trying to relax until I opened up the book and read the porn you gave me masquerading as literature.”
“It’s not porn,” he responded automatically. Eli was paying less attention to her rant and more attention to her scent as she stalked past him on her pacing route. Oranges and sex filled his mind.
“It’s an amazing book full of gorgeous imagery, but the subject matter—”
She stopped in front of him, eyes glinting like emeralds. “The subject matter is sold on newsstands under brown paper wrappers.”
“Technically, the brown wrappers were used for the subscriptions through the mail in accordance with federal postal law. It’s done with opaque plastic now, and sold on the stands the same way. But this book,” Eli straightened slowly away from the couch, bringing him close enough that her scent made his nostrils flare as he mentally held himself in check. “This book is beautiful, one of the finest the language has to offer. I wouldn’t have thought you to be a prude.”
* * *
It was the voice of the phone call this afternoon, playful and sensual. Eli was close, damn close to her, looking down with eyes that were uncharacteristically dark. He looked . . . feral, on edge. His eyes dropped to her lips and she found herself holding her breath. “I’m not a prude,” she said finally, looking away and taking a step back to give herself some space to think, to breathe a scent that wasn’t him.
Surprisingly, he followed her movement, keeping close to her. “It’s a magnificent piece of literature, and yeah, it’s arousing . . .” his lips curled into a slow smile that made her stomach flip flop.
“It’s porn! I mean, you can dress it up with all the awards and pretty words, but it’s porn, and Violet gave it to AR to read.” She really wanted to stop having this argument, this conversation, because all she could think of was reenacting the scene she’d read with him instead of her imagination’s rendition of him.
He chuckled quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Vi’s seventeen, she’s pushing the envelope, experimenting. AR was, too. A little later than most, but still, he was definitely testing the limits.”
Eli’s eyes got a faraway look to them that she was coming to know very well. “Hell, by the time I was his age, I’d read it at least three times and owned my own copy.”
Bex crossed her arms over her chest, needing some distance between her and the crazy feelings roiling through her. “And when was the last time your arousal led you to fuck a schoolgirl?”
“When it was age appropriate,” he answered immediately. His gaze fell to her lips again, and she had the craziest urge to lick them, just to see what he’d do.
Everything about him tonight was intense, like he was charged with static electricity and looking for a place to go to ground. His flippant answer bugged her, because he was only flip when he was trying to deflect attention. Only one topic of late fit all those  criteria. “What was it like?”
“What?” His eyes traveled down her frame and back up, stopping at her lips again.
This time she did lick them, enjoying the way his eyes widened and he responded in kind. “What was it like? To just get lost in the moment like that?” The idea of first love was actually pretty foreign to her. A pretty fiction of storybooks and her mother’s romance novels, not something that happened to real people.
Her partner, she was noticing with increasing frequency, was as real as they came. From his vintage Animal t-shirt, to his well-worn jeans, and down to his surprisingly endearing bare feet. He had nice feet. She’d never seen them before. He shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed, seemingly having a staring contest with the floor just in front of his toes. Finally, he looked back at her and she could see something was different. “You really wanna know?” His voice had dropped to barely above a whisper.
She nodded, knowing her own voice would betray her immediately.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a half smile all the way to the dimple in his cheek. “It was amazing. Here was this girl who I had no business looking at, much less wanting, and yet, there we were.” He began to pace, the fitful energy radiating off him again. “She was gorgeous, different than anything I’d ever known, ever thought of . . . and she was mine. The taste of her lips kept me up at night after the first kiss. Wondering if she meant to do that, if she’d let me do it again. Was it as world altering for her?”
He was close enough to touch now, and she found herself fighting the urge to do so. Run her hand down his arm, touch his shoulder, something, she just craved the tactile contact. “Obviously it was. I mean, she let you do it again . . .” She licked her lips again, suddenly pissed that they were talking about another woman again. Kissing him, touching him, it pushed a whole panel of buttons in her, the ones she kept behind the bulletproof glass.
Eli reached out and swept her bangs behind her ear, his long fingers stealing a sigh from her as they traced a lingering path down her neck. “Maybe,” he whispered, stepping close enough for her to see that his eyes were almost black and full of intent.
He was going to kiss her and she was going to let him. She tilted her chin up, bringing her lips close to his, thinking that just maybe there might be some truth in that whole ‘living forward’ thing Vi spoke of. He, in turn, wound his fingers in her hair and settled his mouth over hers. 
Bex couldn’t tell who moaned first, but it was immaterial, since they both jumped apart at the police siren that kicked up outside. She was unnerved by what they had done, were about to do, would have gotten to sooner rather than later, and wow, he was a good kisser, for as brief as she’d had it. It’d been long enough that her mind had apparently misplaced that important tidbit of info. “I . . . I gotta go.”
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Monday, February 10, 2014

Hearts on Fire Blog Valentine's Hop! #valentinesday #bloghops #giveaway
Gorgeous heart pendant with a 20 carat lab ruby and 14k gold chain PLUS signed paperbacks from each author - entire series by Victoria and Kym.
Leave a comment below to win a free e-copy (READERS CHOICE) of any May Water Erotic Romance from Siren publishing! Happy Hopping!

Friday, January 31, 2014

Magnificent King Adult Excerpt

Magnificent King Adult Excerpt

Adult excerpt from MAGNIFICENT KING by May Water
(A happy reconciliation of twin flame soul mates)
Jann maintained patience for exactly a week after his conversation with Erick and after one of the castle dances it ended abruptly. Again he sang to his brown-eyed girl. After the last song, they headed back to her private chambers. He was always sweet and respectful. Marewyn adored his boyish charm. They chatted and laughed while they walked. Jann was in an especially jovial and playful mood. Quite unexpectedly, he maneuvered her down one of the sections of the castle that hadn’t yet been excavated. This area was the original structure before Castle Pioneer was built. They seemed to call to him, to lead him down its darkened halls until they reached a huge, ornate oak door. A huge candelabrum stood next to it.
Marewyn ran her hand over the door’s grainy surface and a chill coursed through her body. She had a vision of a stringed instrument lying on a large bed and a fire burning in a pit. She had the feeling that she’d been there before. She kept caressing the ancient door and knew that this had been Jann’s room very long ago and they had spent long hours making love in there. The memory rekindled a passion deep within. Jann grasped the worn handle, and he also felt a chill run
through his body. He pictured wood planks and diagrams of boats strewn upon tables. That door seemed so familiar to him. He felt the familiar sexual energy of the room, and his member hardened.
Marewyn and Jann looked at each other with glazed eyes. The lust and love they had kept under control for so long was unleashed. At this very moment in time they had to have each other. They were burning with desire and love, and nothing else mattered
Jann’s boyish charm disappeared as he pushed her up against the ancient door and covered her neck with demanding kisses. “I want you, Mare. The centuries have not dulled my desire or love for you.” His kisses trailed down to her lush bosom, and she arched her back to make it easier for him. He wasted no time yanking down the neckline of her gown.
“I know I’ve loved you before, Jann. I’ll love you for eternity.” She grasped his long ponytail and pushed his head down harder, encouraging him to suck her breasts until they ached. He licked and suckled her dark nipples urgently while he lifted her gown and ran his large hands up her legs. Her excitement rose to a frightening level when he started to rub her clit in a fast circular motion. They were both breathing heavily, hearts racing with excitement. Marewyn reached down and cupped the bulge in his trousers, then immediately pulled his member out. His organ was huge, its tip glistening with pre-cum. She longed to put it in her mouth, but he didn’t give her a chance. He held her up against the door and pushed her gown up further, grasped her round buttocks in his hands and slid his cock deliciously inside of her. Marewyn was dripping wet.
Their moans filled the dark hallway. She met him thrust for thrust and was thrilled to finally find a man who held nothing back. The door banged and thumped loudly, but neither one cared about the noise. They were lost in the ecstasy of passion.
When he held her legs up even higher and plunged in deeper, he reached a spot so exquisitely deep it made her cry out in ecstasy. Marewyn clawed his back as he pumped his load deep inside. Jann
kissed her face, her neck, and her hair repeatedly. “Min MaryMary. My MaryMary,” he murmured.
She soothed his dark hair off of his sweaty brow as he rested his head on her chest. Tears came to his eyes as he listened to her heart hammering away. “My brun-eyed girl,” he whispered breathlessly.
“I’m here, Jann,” was all she could say as tears of release trailed down her cheeks. “I’m here.” She loved this man with all her heart, had already given her spirit to him, and now she had given her body as well.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Magical Heroines: Mari of SPIRIT TWINS

Magical Heroine: Mari of Spirit Twins
“Gods and goddesses of Samso, I call you!” Katlin cried out. “You that inhabit the trees, the ocean, and the animals and roam our land, hear my words!” Katlin spread her arms open to the night sky. “We thank you for giving us Mari, for letting her spirit live with us while she is on this earth.”

“Hail thee,” the crowd answered. Tears formed in Mari’s eyes as she felt the love radiating from all here to share this special day.

“I now must share something. Mari has told those close to her that Freyja is her favorite goddess. And if anyone was to look at her, the resemblance to this deity is quite striking, right down to her cat, and her Spirit Twin Johan.” Katlin smiled warmly at Mari and then at Johan. “But I must share a secret—I don’t think she resembles Freyja at all. I think she is Freyja.” Whispers and mumbling rippled through the crowd. Mari’s jaw dropped, but something inside her felt the truth in her words. “You may call me skøre, but that is what I know.” And with that, Katlin recited words that were quite unlike anything ever used for a coming into womanhood. She closed her eyes and sang in a loud voice:

“Great Goddess, Mistress of cats,
Lady of love, beautiful Vana-Goddess,
Fulfill my greatest needs, O glorious one.
Teach me the magic I need.Spirit Twins 105
Give me a glimpse of your deep wisdom.
Teach me in dreams. Enrich my life.
O Lady, you are Golden-Tears of Asgard
Lady of love, beautiful Vana-Goddess,
You are the Shape-shifter, the Saver,
The Independent One.
Give me the strength and the magic I need.” 

Everyone joined hands and bowed their head. Positive energy flowed through the group, out to the Universe and back again. Katlin turned to Mari, who stood proudly, indeed a goddess in the flesh, power emanating from her.

“We could all learn much from you, Mari. Your ability to love unconditionally is amazing. Your understanding and acceptance of mankind, with all its faults, is remarkable. You rarely complain and always see the good in any situation.” Katlin’s eyes shined with admiration.

“You are now Kona, Woman, may you make many babies. May the rest of your days be filled with more happiness than pain. May the gods always smile down upon you,” Katlin added softly.
Mari took a deep breath. Her heart was racing, and she was shaking with excitement. It seemed she had been waiting her whole life to be a woman and to make babies with Johan. “Thank you for finding me worthy of this clan.”

Spirit Twins, May Water/ Siren Publishing

Tragic Heroines: Marewyn of MAGNIFICENT KING

Tragic Heroines: Marewyn of Magnificent King

At the top of the cliff Marewyn gazed down at the shoreline. The masthead buried in the sand was so far away, and she barely saw it, but she knew it was there. Then she straightened as she stood at the edge of the cliff, tall and proud as she refocused her attention toward the sea. A slight smile formed on her lips as she held her arms out, encompassing the sea and the world around her. Then she simply moved forward and stood even closer to the edge of the cliff, cloak and nightdress billowing behind her.

She knew what she must do. She must let go of the pain. Marewyn called out, in a clear yet humble voice:
“Thank you, Mother Earth. Thank you, Sister Waters. Thank you for my birth. Thank you, from your daughter. Thank you, Brother Sun. Thank you, air-in-motion. Thank you everyone—earth, sun, air, and ocean.”

Marewyn closed her eyes, untied her cloak and let it fall to the ground then pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed it to the side. The spray of waves crashing on the rocks below drifted up, and a fine mist coated her naked flesh. Tiny goose bumps appeared on her pale skin. She chanted thanks to the Universe for all it had given her. Marewyn welled up with gratitude and joy for her very existence, leaning into the wind which blew toward her, pushing her long hair away from her face. The power she felt at this new found serenity was sublime
It was the peace she had sought her entire life.

MAGNIFICENT KING,  May Water/ Siren Publishing