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Guest Post: Marked for Magic by @DaisyBanks16 #fantasy #romance #ASMSG


Thank you so much, Houston, for helping me celebrate the release of my latest book,

Marked for Magic, published by Lyrical Press, a Kensington Imprint, on the 28th of April 2015.

I decided that as palmistry was the initial inspiration for this fantasy romance I’d offer you and the readers a little something on palmistry marks.

This image is of the main lines most people have on their palm:

Main Palm lines

1: Life line – 2: Head line – 3: Heart line – 4: Girdle of Venus – 5: Sun line – 6: Mercury line – 7: Fate line

These main lines above and their meanings are fairly well known, but the lesser lines are not quite so well understood and it was these I was studying when I got the idea for Marked for Magic.

For this post I have chosen the small half moon line which can appear on a palm. These are some of the lines that come and go. You may find one has appeared and later it will vanish. These crescents can be vertical or horizontal and you can find them in several places. If you discover a half-moon sign on Jupiter finger, the forefinger finger, you have some good luck coming to you, while a small crescent at the base of your thumb shows progress in your life.

Thanks so much for reading. I’d love to know if any of you discover any crescents in your hand. Let me know.

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blurbThe witch mark on Nin’s hand is a curse. She has no magic powers, whatever the lore says. But the village believes. The old crone’s wisdom is to see her banished. Ragged and hungry, she must serve the Mage. Alone in his tower, she is his chattel. But Mage Thabit is not what Nin expected—the bright green eyes and supple form under his cloak are not the stuff of nightmares, and kindness hides in his brusque heart. Thabit senses that Nin is more than she seems, too. When true nightmares haunt the land, it is precisely her elusive powers that might deliver them…


Once Nin no longer heard his tread on the stairs, she opened the heavy black drapes. A shaft of light hit the table to reveal a collection of pot marks. Smears of grease shone with rainbow colors. Beyond, sat the hearth, not cleaned in months, maybe years, judging by the pile of cinders, soot, and ash. Cobwebs hung high in the corners where the spiders didn’t feel the heat of his low fire. The flagstone floor resembled the one in the village barn. Uncertain she’d made a good bargain to stay here, she stood and moved to the cupboard to look for a cleaning rag to begin work.

Behind the loose door of the cupboard he’d opened, she found two more of the large wine jugs. She corked the one still on the table before putting it back with the others. The depth of the cupboard made it impossible to see what lay at the back. She closed the door, uncertain of what she might find should she slide her hand deeper into the darkness.

Beside the cupboard stood a door with a black metal latch that squeaked when she lifted it. The open door revealed a large space cut deep into the wall. Many curving shelves could house a wealth of stores, but only a huge, lush, black winter cloak hung from a hook. She bit back another bitter memory. They’d not allowed her to bring her own from the village. The ancient creed for those cursed with the mark held no mercy.

She examined her palm, could scarce see the mark in the gloom. To dwell on the sign was foolish. They’d found the mark, and since legend sat weighty behind its meaning, it must be true. She needed to live, and right now, she must stay here.

The hearth caught her attention again. She gave a snort of disgust. He was stingy with the firewood. How did he expect to keep the place warm, or her to cook? Even Aunt Jen, who had so little, burned a brighter fire than this.

Beside the hearth, a broom leaned against the wall, two buckets stood near, one stacked inside the other. A pan hook, slung away from the fire, held a small copper cauldron. Hopeful of something to eat, she studied the contents. In the bottom of the pot sat a thick, congealed, brownish mess. She sniffed and wrinkled her nose at the unpleasant odor. Unfortunately, it wasn’t porridge. Her empty stomach growled.

A smaller cupboard, low in the wall, yielded a board and a knife for chopping. A bread crock made her mouth water. She tore off the lid. Inside the glazed pot lay half a loaf, the sort baked in the village. Unappetizing green mold covered bits of the thick crust, but still she broke off a piece and chewed it.

There wasn’t much for her to work with. A pity he had no cheese. She’d so welcome a chunk of cheese. Her mouth watered at the memory of the sharp tang. She pulled another piece off the loaf and swallowed the bread. She glanced again at the grubby hearth and greasy hooks. She’d have to clean before she could cook. This being the only pot, she’d tip out the mess before she looked to find things to go in it. Later, she’d clean the rest of the room.

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Wolf’s Honor by Ambrielle Kirk {@amberellabooks} #Giveaway #paranormal #romance

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Caedmon Wolves
Book 6
Ambrielle Kirk

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Obsidian Gem Publishing LLC

Date of Publication: April 10, 2015


Number of pages: 130
Word Count: 50k

Cover Artist: Elaina Lee

blurbWolf shifter Connor Maxim is a law-abiding citizen. His motto: Keep the peace. Protect the Pack. His firm, Maxim Securities, was created for this purpose. His honor will be tested when he’s called to deliver on his vows.

The homicide rate escalates to an all time high on Pack territory and all evidence points to two prevalent wolf packs: the Caedmon and the Arnou. The Feds give the leaders of both Packs an ultimatum and a three day deadline. They must find the source of the murders before the Feds intervene.

When a police raid goes awry, Connor’s world collides with that of Antonia Trudeau’s. Under the guise of a striking spitfire of a woman–who happens to be his mate–is also a criminal with a healthy rap sheet. He must decide if love is worth more than duty and honor.

Antonia circumvents more than just the laws…she captures Connor’s heart.

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“Connor, what the heck is going on out there?” Maxim, Sr.’s gruff voice boomed throughout the small office. “Murdered remains of both men and women are showing up all over the country! My boss is all over my ass about handing over any leads.”
“What leads do you have?” Connor asked, raising his gaze to meet his dad’s and giving him a knowing.
“Most of the bodies were shifters. Both Caedmon and Arnou. If we can’t handle our clean-ups and messes, we’ll have the humans all up in our shit. I can’t hold them off any longer.”
“Dammit,” Connor clenched his fist on the desk.
A promise to keep his voice down had not been fulfilled and suddenly Connor realized that he shouldn’t have agreed to have this conversation here with his father. Closing time at Maxim Securities happened several hours ago, so there was no on left for the day. Even the cleaning crew had finished up the nightly rounds and left, but Connor remained behind after hours as always did night after night.
Still the matter was imperative and by the tone and urgency of his dad’s voice, they were running out of time before both of their covers were blown.
Connor rubbed the tension at the back of his neck, ground his teeth together and turned around to face his father. “What you’re saying doesn’t make any sense? The main perpetrator of the wolf strippings was executed months ago following the union of both Packs.”
Maxim, Sr. plopped down in the leather high-back chair in front of his desk. “Then if it’s not the witch, who could be behind this?”
“The witch had followers,” Connor said. “If this is the case, the situation is being handled. This is Pack business and not the humans’ concerns.”
“Pack members were found slaughtered in wolf form. Not stripped, but intentionally shot and killed,” Maxo, Sr. Said.
Connor paused. There had been no known accounts of wolf shifters being stripped while in their real form. Last he had heard, that wasn’t possible. And unless gears had shifted after the witch’s death, the focus had always been on stripping the souls of wolves, not ending their lives.
This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.
“I’ll need time to investigate. I—“
“Like I said, I won’t be able to hold the Feds off from intervening for long. The incidents are becoming too frequent and news reporters and beginning to get suspicious and are quick to blow a story out of proportion.” Maxim, Sr. narrowed his gaze, his thick grey eyebrows coming together just above his nose. “We can’t risk discovery to the public. Not now. Have a meeting with the Caedmon Alpha.” He threw his hands up. “Fuck! Have a meeting with Tristan Arnou, for all I care. I don’t think either of the Alphas want human authorities up their alley at this point. Come to think of it, I don’t think they want the authorities up their alley at all.”
His father was more than thirty years his senior. He was the man who raised him and structured his lucrative and low-profile career as one of the few liaisons between the government and wolf shifter Packs. His purpose was simple: he had a duty to keep the peace and protect the Packs. It was his honor to ensure continuity of the shifter race like his direct ancestors before him, no matter where his allegiance rested.
“Look, Dad…” Connor finally sat down in the chair behind his desk. Maxim Sr. had been on edge the moment he barged through the doorway, which had sent Connor straight to attention since he hardly ever came out in person anymore. “Hold them off as long as you can. What we’re dealing with right now are two Alphas who are blood thirsty and will immediately kill anyone who crosses them. Both leaders have been burned by traitors and now is not the time to test their limits. Keep the human authorities at bay as long as you can.”
Maxim Sr. straightened in his chair. “You know how the Feds work. There’s a deadline. After three days, I won’t be able to convince them that the Pack leaders have everything under control any longer.”
Connor scrubbed his palm down his face. “Alpha Devin is away on pack business at the moment. It could be a few days before I can reach him.”
“You need to reach him now. What about his Council?”
“I’d much rather report and receive orders from to the Alpha himself, but if I must I’ll consult with his Second.” Connor linked and unlinked his fingers on the desktop. “We’ve earned this right to live in secrecy and within the rules of our society. Don’t make any rash decisions, Dad, until I give the word.”
Maxim Sr. emitted a growl and his irises flashed with specks of gold. “You’re patient, son, but I am not. In three days time, I need some answers.”


authorbioAmber Ella Monroe loves weaving tales where undying love is the main element. When she’s not writing, she’s plotting. When she’s not writing or plotting, she’s reading. She’s a thirty-something year old wife, mother, book hoarder, 90s music fan, earl grey tea drinker, dark roast coffee fiend, platform and stiletto shoe collector, Keurig lover, and martial arts/action movie fanatic.

She also writes romance as multi-published author Ambrielle Kirk.

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Guest Post with author Liz Everly – The Lady Smut Book of Dark Desires @ladysmut1



By Liz Everly

 I confess: Sometimes I think about vampires way too much.

The popularity of vampires leads me to think about “exquisite” pain— this longing that some people feel to have their necks pierced by a sexy vampire. They know it will hurt, but have an uncontrollable desire for it anyway, probably because of this incredible lust emanating from the vampire. They think that initial bite will hurt just enough to feel very, very, maybe even orgasmically, good.

For the record, I am not one of those people. Which might be why they fascinate me.

My favorite vampire was always “Lestat” in the Anne Rice books. It’s the first time I ever thought of a vampire as sexy. Before that, I was scared to death of them as a child. Seriously. That’s the ONE “Halloween” creature that would scare me. I lay awake some nights and worried about vampires. Were they dead or alive? Could you escape them if one were to follow you home? Once, my mother found fresh garlic tucked under my pillow. You know why.

So, I have a love-hate relationship with vampires. In my heart, I adore them. But I think they’ve been overdone the past few years and so I’ve tried to stay away from writing a vampire story. I gave in because the story and the characters beckoned strongly and so I wrote BRENNA BANG’S IMMORTAL LONGINGS for THE LADY SMUT BOOK OF DARK DESIRES.

It’s an ever so slightly tongue and cheek take on the vampire-romance genre—the female lead is a famous author who has penned a highly successful vampire series. Readers glimpse into the writer’s life, as Brenna types up her next erotic romance at the computer keyboard. I know the thoughts that may go through an erotic romance writer’s head as she’s writing—this was not too far of a stretch.

As far as the vampire part of the story, as mentioned, I’ve given vampires a great deal of thought—maybe more than the average person. It’s hard to say. But I don’t think the vampire of today would have the luxury of being a recluse in a mansion somewhere. We live in a high-tech information culture. I think today’s vamps would be highly tech savvy and know how to use technology with their special powers. And so that is what my Xander does. Instead of shape shifting into a bat, for example, or disappearing into thin air, he uses cable modems and wireless technology to travel. Yes. Right through the computer screen—or the smart phone.

This is not too difficult to imagine, right? If you were going to write a vampire story, what would your vamps be like? What skills or magic would they possess? I’d love to know. Of course, my Xander has a few other “gifts”…not quite of the technology kind. Wink.


Lady Smut Dark DesiresA bit about the other stories in THE LADY SMUT BOOK OF DARK DESIRES:

  • Christina tries to figure out how to unlock her grandmother’s wardrobe and uncover what happened all those years ago when the goblins came to offer their sensuous erotic fruits. THE LYING, THE WITCH & THE WARDROBE by C. Margery Kempe
  • Jenny needs to unravel the mystery of what she does at night and who she does it with in order to subdue the sexual demon inside her. (SEXSOMNIA by Madeline Iva)
  • Locked in an abandoned mental asylum, an ambitious filmmaker soon discovers she’s trapped with a Dionysian god.  He offers her a glimpse of astounding future artistic success—but it will only come true if she’ll perform an erotic ritual to free him. (DIVINE by Elizabeth Shore)


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Guest Post with author Bibi Paterson – Tied to You {#Giveaway}


Location, location, location by Bibi Paterson

One of the hardest things I find when writing is getting the balance between fact and fiction just right. Of course the characters and the storyline are always fictitious but I always find myself pulling locations and settings from my own life. When I was in the process of writing Tied to You, I decided I wanted to set part of the novel in Perth in Western Australia. I spent fourteen months living there and instantly fell in love with the place; I made so many friends and was fortunate to live a twenty minute drive to some of the most pristine beaches in the whole world with dazzling white sand and turquoise water.

For me, writing about the place was almost cathartic; I was feeling really homesick for the place so being able to remember my favourite places and put them in the story made me feel a little like I hadn’t even left (even if the reality was that I was freezing my butt off during the British winter).



Tied-to-youblurbOlivia Walker has just hit rock bottom. About to lose her job and become homeless, she can’t see a way out of the mess her life has become until Alex Davenport enters her life with a proposal she is in no position to refuse.

Wealthy and arrogant, Alex is used to getting whatever he wants and he has set his eyes on Olivia. For months he has watched her, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself to make her his, and finally it has appeared. But Alex is hiding a secret, one that he is determined to protect until, one day, Olivia makes a discovery that sets her on a course of self-discovery. Together they explore Olivia’s submissive side, pushing boundaries and taking her on the wildest ride of her life.

But when Olivia’s past threatens to expose Alex’s secret lifestyle, the time for truths and full disclosure is at hand. Can Alex let go of the fears that have bound his true nature? And can a couple that fell in lust find their own happily ever after?

Warning: This book is intended for mature audiences as it contains explicit sex scenes and BDSM themes.

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excerpt“We’re leaving,” Alex states in a tone that brooks no argument. I merely nod in reply and let him lead me to the cloakroom to fetch my wrap, and then we are sitting in the car, being driven home. The tension between us is thick, yet neither of us has said a word. I glance up at Alex under my eyelashes and see his jaw clenched and an expression that I can’t fathom in his eyes. Every fibre of my being is hyper-aware of Alex’s masculinity, and a dull throb sits between my legs. I squirm in my seat, trying to find a little relief, when suddenly I am aware of Alex’s scrutiny. His eyes bore through me, yet the expression on his face remains a neutral mask. A smirk appears as he runs his eyes over my body and I find my nipples hardening under my dress.

We have no sooner pulled up in front of the house than Alex is pulling me from the car and into the house. The door slams shut behind us and for a moment we both just look at each other, lost in the inevitable. And then Alex speaks. “Turn around, Olivia.” The command is issued in a low, gravelly voice, completely at odds with Alex’s regular teasing tone. The use of my full name startles me, and before I can think further, my body is already obeying. I stand still, my eyes staring up the stairs, as we stand in the frigid hallway, and I wait with bated breath. A few moments pass and all I can hear is our breathing.

Suddenly I am aware of Alex’s arms coming over my shoulders and unhooking the cape at my throat. It slithers to the floor, and for a heartbeat, the world stops spinning on its axis. I shiver as I feel Alex’s warm breath on my neck as, ever so slowly, he pulls down the zip of my gown. “Put your arms out and hold on to the end of the bannister,” he instructs gruffly. I comply without rational thought, quietly awaiting his next command. The single movement has my dress pooling at my feet as I lean forward to grip the smooth wooden post. Large, agile hands skim down my sides until they rest on my hips and I am very much aware that my arse is now in the air, the angle of my body on my heels offering direct access to my damp, aching pussy. The hands follow a leisurely pace down the backs of my thighs and calves, until they reach my ankles. “Lift your foot and then the other,” Alex orders. I comply and he pulls the dress out from around my feet, discarding it in a heap by the front door.

I glance back down at Alex, but immediately he notices. “Eyes forward,” he barks, and I whip my head back around, my heart thumping in my ears. The cold of the hallway has raised goose bumps over my skin and I am shivering ever so slightly. I feel Alex stand behind me, heat radiating from his frame making the cold more tolerable, and then I hear him shedding his own clothes. My body is feeling ultra-sensitive, and the moment his hand snakes around my waist and deft fingers find my clit, I let out a low groan, as the warmth starts to spread across my pelvis. His pelvis pushes into my arse and I can feel the huge length of him grinding between my butt cheeks. Suddenly, Alex’s other hand is grabbing my breast, pulling it from the confines of my strapless bra and, almost painfully, squeezing my nipple. Teeth nip at my ear and neck as he forces my head back, my back arching as I try to maintain my balance.

“I don’t make love,” Alex hisses into my ear. “I fuck, I root, I shag…but I don’t do soft and I don’t do sweet. Do you understand, Olivia?” I nod my head, a thousand conflicting thoughts swirling around my head. “If you want this to stop, you need to say so now…” he trails off and waits for my answer. My brain is telling me that this is all a bit weird, that this is not what I want, but my treacherous body has other ideas and so I keep silent.

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authorbioBibi is a former marketing executive and mum to a gorgeous little girl currently residing just north of London. She Bibi-Patersonrecently spent a year living it up on the beaches of Western Australia and her hobbies include consuming copious amounts of coffee and chocolate, building cardboard castles and creating stories in her head.

Inspired from a young age, her love for literature started with Enid Blyton and her Secret Seven. Since then a voracious appetite for books has brought her a world full of heroes, love, murder, betrayal and the odd vampire thrown in for good cause.

Having long admired those brave enough to put pen to paper, or in this modern age of computing, keyboard to screen, she has finally started telling the sexy stories that she has been keeping locked up in her head all this time.







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Guest Post with author Simone Martel – Fifty Shades of Green Anthology


Teaching a Techie Gardening . . . and More

The sex in my story came later. From the beginning, the university’s community garden aroused my imagination all by itself. A hidden garden of edibles, it was lush and unkempt, just as I describe in “First, Take Off the Hoodie.”
On Parents’ Weekend, we parents were shuttle-bused all over the Stanford campus to admire various projects, including out to a garage where students were tinkering with driverless cars.  The cars were cool, though splashed with corporate logos like so much else we saw that day.  Still, with twenty minutes to kill before climbing back onto the shuttle, I wandered off across the asphalt road and down a straw-strewn path, toward the murmur of chickens and scent of herbs.
And there it was: the community garden, with a weathered, hand-painted sign and no corporate sponsor subsidizing the lettuce beds and fruit trees. I breathed, I wandered. I almost missed the shuttle.
No one I spoke to that weekend had ever heard of the farm on The Farm, except for one faculty member who told me that the greedy, over-irrigated golf course threatened to consume that precious acre. Too much of the campus was already manicured and perfect.  In a world that preferred virtual reality, that garden was real.
Real is sexy. So when I read Sandra’s call for erotic garden stories, setting my story in that bountiful, if disheveled, place seemed natural. Because the garden appealed to the outsider in me, I could easily imagine naughty goings-on there. Then I considered all the students–young men, specifically, techies, say–who had no sense of what they were missing. I only had to imagine taking one of those guys into the hidden garden and showing him how his senses could come alive there.


fiftyshadesofgreenExcerpt from Fifty Shades of Green, “First, Take Off the Hoodie”

As I stared at the nude man, I became aware of tall, slim Brad beside me in his jeans and gray hoodie, aware of him as a separate person with a body of his own and his own perceptions, mysterious, unknown. My bare arm lifted itself away from the side of my dress, hesitated, then pressed up against his hand. I felt smoothness, skin that had never touched a shovel. Then the back of his hand returned the pressure, warm against my elbow.

The nude guy jumped lightly down from the tree and tossed me the last pear. Brad’s hand was gone, withdrawn and plunged into his jean’s pocket, his face averted. The nude guy slipped into a tiny pair of faded denim cutoffs, zipping them over his bulging crotch, and poked his feet into some flip-flops. His bike leaned against a shed with cracking red paint. Before he threw his leg over it, he nodded to a basket of bulbs on the straw-strewn ground.

“Wanna help out? You could plant the daffs.”

“Have they been properly pre-chilled?” I asked severely.

“Yes, ma’am.” He grinned before bumping away on his bike over the undulating path, the basket of pears balanced in front of him, his long hair flying back.

“Wonder what he’s going to do with the fruit.”

“Waste of effort.” Brad scowled. “All this. No wonder it’s a mess, most students don’t even know it’s here.”

I bit into the pear the nude guy had thrown to me. Warm, sweet, crunchy. “Intoxicating.”

I instantly, urgently, wanted to remove my clothes. I took two more bites and held out the pear to Brad, offering it in my right hand, palm up, fingers curled around the half-eaten fruit. I could see the blue veins in my wrist and wondered if he could, too.


“Eat. You’re supposed to keep me happy. That’s what the letter from the department said.”

While he bit into the pear, I unzipped my dress and let it fall, then kicked off my shoes. In my slip, I exhaled, closed my eyes, felt my bare feet flat on the warm, rough mulch.


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Fifty Shades of Green is a garden of naughty delights!
Within our pages you’ll discover:
– Virile gods and their mortal conquests.
– A community garden’s secret (and very dirty) fertility ritual.
– An Edwardian dominatrix living out her sadistic garden fantasies.
– Student/teacher lessons in horticultural hotness.
– Young lovers seeking the help of green witches.
– A beautiful, blind priest who helps an injured traveler.
. . . and so much more.

Peek inside the garden gate.

(You know you want to.)

A dozen racy tales await.

Fifty Shades of Green is a collection of twelve delicious and erotic short stories with gardening themes. What you’ll find in these pages is hotter than the hottest pepper on the Scoville index of heat! And smart, not smutty. Well . . . maybe a little smutty.


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Simone Martel is the author of The Expectant Gardener, a work of creative nonfiction. Her shorter nonfiction has appeared in Greenwoman Magazine, Greenprints, Soundings Review, Hip Mama, and Horticulture. Her fiction has appeared in Fogged Clarity, WomenArts Quarterly Journal, Magnolia, Fantastique Unfettered, Bacopa, and Main Street Rag. Edwin E. Smith Press will  publish a chapbook of her garden-themed stories in 2014. She lives in Berkeley, California.


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Guest Post: @ShilohSaddler – Private Pleasure #menage #historicalromance #erotic



Hi Houston, it’s great to be on your site again. I’m excited to share my newest release Private Pleasure with your viewers today.

After reading a lot of stories set in Ancient Rome I decided to finally write my own. It just took me a whole year to finish it. Private Pleasure was a test in determination. Some days I wanted to never look at it again, but I am glad I persevered. Readers are commenting on how surprisingly emotionally rich it is as well as being erotic.

Private Pleasure is my first ménage. It is a smoking hot historical romance set in Ancient Rome. In Ancient Rome sexual pleasure was often indulged. If a man didn’t want to take a wife yet he could shower favors on a concubine. Throughout much of the ancient roman era it was perfectly acceptable for a powerful, wealthy man to take a wife and share his bed with other women at the same time. A man could hire whores, bed his servants, and legally have a wife without any censure. However, due to Christian influences, it became illegal for a man to have a concubine and a wife at the same time. Although debauchery continued it was frowned upon.

It is during this Christian influenced era that Private Pleasure is set because that just adds to the tension.


I hope you enjoy the excerpt from Private Pleasure.

Felix couldn’t believe his soon-to-be-wife had asked him to purchase Naomi. He’d intended to buy the beautiful servant as a present for Livia anyway. It did not matter the element of surprise was ruined. She appreciated the gift just the same.

Maybe even more so, he thought recalling her words. If there is anything I can do to repay you for this favor please let me know. I am in your debt.

Felix paced his large bedchamber, marching like the trained soldier he was.

He was certain most of the men wishing to marry Livia had failed to notice the brief smile she’d shared with Naomi at her birthday celebration. Most slaves had been schooled to keep an impassive expression; still a quick break in decorum was far from unheard of. And it was Livia’s birthday after all. It could have meant nothing. However, after Livia’s request it could also mean a great deal.

He glanced at the empty bed. Normally on a night like this he’d pay a woman to warm his bed or even send for one of his female slaves. Not tonight. His cock begged for attention and all it would receive would be the caress of his own hand. In Livia’s honor he’d sworn off other women so he could savor their wedding night as much as his wife. It would be a hard promise to keep, and although she might never learn of his sacrifice, he intended to keep his word.

Felix stroked his short beard. He had quite a reputation for having a large sexual appetite. With Naomi moving to his domus he did not know if he could keep his hands off her for long. This momentary celibacy did not help with that. He groaned, not wanting to sully his worship of the golden haired Livia.

He left his bedchamber and walked out onto the veranda. The weather was unseasonably warm for May. The lack of a breeze did not help to ease his inner fire. Ever since he was a young boy he’d been ruled by his ambition. His father said if he hadn’t been fortunate to be born into a patrician family he still would have found a way into the elite.

His father was the only person who knew just how high his aspirations went. Many nights he’d lie in bed imagining what it would be like to rule the Roman Empire. The foolish fantasies of a youth, most likely. He sighed and left the veranda to stroll through his garden. He needed to stretch his legs and think. Think and dream like he’d done as a boy. With to the rigors of army life and monotony of politics he hadn’t indulged in his fantasies in a while. Likely his father had figured he’d forgotten them, grown up and left them behind.

That was not true. Now, thinking about the possibilities Livia and Naomi represented had him dreaming again. If he was emperor the impropriety of taking a concubine while married would not matter. Past emperors had been known to take many women into their bed besides their wife.

It would be hard to restrain his desires for both women. He did not wish to dishonor his family with scandal. No, he wouldn’t openly court scandal unless it appeared on his doorstep. If it did, then how could he turn it away?



A member of the Roman elite, Livia, shares a secret Sapphic relationship with her slave that’s threatened when her father forces her to marry a powerful senator. But after her new husband introduces her to the pleasures of sex with men, she finds her attraction torn. Is it the senator she wants in her bed, or her slave?

Sensuous Naomi has been a devoted slave and lover to Livia for many years, but she too, feels a desire for the senator that’s too powerful to stop. When he discovers their secret, he offers Naomi a choice – marry another slave, or live as a threesome. Naomi jumps at the chance to lie in the senator’s arms, even if only for one night.

Felix’s political ambition knows no bounds, nor his appetite for women. But when a critical mission results in his capture, it’s only getting back to his two lovers he desires, no matter what the diplomatic fallout. Little does he know the risks he’s taken in his bed and in the field have not gone unnoticed by the emperor, but will he be rewarded or reprimanded for his actions?

Warning: this is ancient history on the erotic romance side. This novella contains two women lusting after each other and a powerful man determined to have them both.

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Author Bio and Links:Shiloh Saddler

Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.

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Guest Post & GC #Giveaway – Dom of Destruction by @Eva_Lefoy

BDSM ain’t all grey – M/M Dom/sub relationships take negotiation to the next (testosterone filled) level

Like a match to a keg of dynamite, sometimes two men entering into a new relationship creates explosions neither saw coming. Even if one is a natural Dom and the other an eager, willing sub, the square peg doesn’t always fit easily in the square hole. Most people have a relationship history, and Gar is no exception. After losing his last long-term sub, Angel, Gar has busied himself as a sub trainer. He takes on willing subs for a few weeks, shows them the ropes and turns them loose – never becoming attached in the process.

And then comes Brian.

Brian is new to the scene and he’s got a lifetime of personality traits as a result of spending years as a top. Now a curious bottom, he goes to the club to find Gar and beg him for another scene, only to find Gar with another sub. To say this doesn’t go over well is an understatement, and Brian’s actions as a result of this unexpected surprise drive the rest of the story. The issue of exclusiveness becomes central to Brian and Gar’s relationship negotiations, and let me tell you, Brian is not a quitter. He will not budge and you have to admit, there’s something enticing about making a big man relent for you and only you.

Here’s more about the book.

Blurb for Dom of Destruction, book III in the Love Hurts series:

When new and impulsive sub, Brian is injured in a bad scene, the incident opens old wounds for his sometimes-Dom, Gar. While doling out revenge, Gar must come to terms with his fear of relationships and learn the shocking truth about his former lover, Angel.

Meanwhile, Paul’s uncontrolled jealousy of Brian comes to light and Geoffrey threatens to cancel their engagement if he won’t get his anger under control. In different ways the aftermath of the sadistic Dom’s destructive force puts these four men on the track to future happiness, but some will suffer more scars than others.

Warning: The MC in this story is baited into a scene of BDSM play and is abused.


EXCERPT – Brian finds another sub servicing Gar at the club:

At the second to the last door he heard voices. One of them deep, even and low. It sounded a hell of a lot like Gar. Throwing caution to the wind, he pushed the door open and took a step inside. He halted, paralyzed with shock at the scene before him.

Gar stood on the dais by the bed, as handsome as ever, exuding pure masculine control while some young dork wearing a collar and a leather Trojan kilt knelt at his feet sucking him off.

Gar’s meaty hand cupped the back of the guy’s head, alternately pulling it away and then snugging it closer to his balls. “Yeah. That’s right. See how that position works better with the collar?”

What. The. Hell? Brian entered the room and headed straight for his Dom. He noticed a third man in the room—an attendant holding a towel—who flashed him a worried look at his approach. “Gar, what are you doing?”

Gar’s eyes widened for a second, then he waved a dismissive hand his way. “Working with one of my subs.” He frowned. “What are you doing here, anyway? It isn’t Thursday.”

Brian took a step closer, tension making his moves stiff. Rising anxiety in his chest stuttered his heartbeat. What the hell was wrong with Gar? The intensity of their last encounter had stamped its mark into every fiber of Brian’s being. It had driven his need higher and higher for days until frustration had forced him to come here begging for more. Did Gar not get that? “No, it’s not, but I wanted to see you.”

“I’m a little busy. Come back Thursday. Thursday’s your night.”

The guy slid his mouth off of Gar’s dick and it hung there, pointing right at the man’s face, clad in its shiny latex condom. “Did you want me to stop, Master?”

“No.” Gar shook his head. “Keep going until I tell you to stop.”

The sub resumed his project, sucking loudly and fisting the end of Gar’s cock. Gar’s shaft was so large the poor man’s hand hardly fit around it.

Brian blinked, trying to understand the scene unfolding before his eyes. No, he hadn’t assumed he was Gar’s boyfriend, but hell, he’d wanted a little more than to be relegated to a weekly time slot. “My night? You have a different sub every night?”

Gar sighed and crossed his arms. Irritation showed in his features, in the way his brows scrunched together like two large hairy caterpillars. “No, not every night. Fridays and Saturdays are still open.”

What?” Brian hadn’t meant to screech, but the audacity of the man’s offhanded treatment of him put his anger on a short leash and his dismissive attitude jerked the chain. For God’s sake. Didn’t Gar realize he had needs? Gar having a different sub every night wasn’t what he’d expected. What he’d imagined—what he’d truly wanted—was a piece of what Paul and Geoffrey had. An exclusive Dom/sub relationship. As in one-on-one. Man to man. Someone who’d understand him and help him explore his newfound submissive side. From what Paul had told him about being a Dom, the role didn’t include a fucking harem. “Look, Gar—”

Gar huffed out a breath and backed up, removing his penis from the man’s mouth. “Hold on. I’ll be right back.” He glanced at the other attendant and pointed. “You will service him while I’m gone and do a good job.”

The guy crawled away. “Yes, master.”

Brian rolled his eyes so far they nearly lodged in the back of his head. Oh this is great. I have a slut for a Dom that treats guys like they’re actual slaves from a bad porno. How could this get any worse?

Seconds later, Gar towered over him, smelling of sweat, man, sex, and latex. He grabbed Brian’s arm and squeezed lightly. “You need to go. You’re not even supposed to be in here right now.”

“I thought we had an arrangement.”

“We do.”

“One of many, it seems.”

Gar let go of Brian’s arm. “Brian, what the hell is your beef?”

The growl in Gar’s voice rattled through him, spiking his testiness higher. He’d started the night out with a sac full of frustration. But Gar’s asshole remarks weren’t doing a damn thing for his libido. He itched to punch Gar in the jaw. “You mind explaining to me why you have a different guy servicing you every night?”

“Not every night. We already covered that.”


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Author Bio:

Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.

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Guest Post: Author @elle_rush



Hi, Houston! Thanks for having me over to visit. I love travelling (even if it’s only virtually).

I may be on my third passport but I love my hometown of Winnipeg. I root for the Goldeyes (baseball), Jets (hockey) and Blue Bombers (football) in that order. I love the spring, summer, fall and even the winter. But, honestly, the last two winters have been really tough. Longer than normal, colder than normal, and 50% more snow than normal. And you know who has to shovel that white s…tuff? Me!  It wears a girl down.

I’ve been fortunate enough to have experienced some tropical winter getaways – although not in recent years – and in an effort to relive my frostbite-free glory days, I decided to relive them in book form. Thus my Resort Romances series was born. The first, PUERTO VALLARTA SUNSETS, is based on a glorious week in Mexico where the sun was warm and the tequila flowed like water.  My second Resort Romance CUBAN MOON, is a combination of trips to Varadero and Camaguay, Cuba. It is out this month exclusively on Amazon. Here’s a quick peek:

Cuban MoonBlurb:

Lisa Kleyson, representing the bride, didn’t intend to hook up with anybody while on her first Caribbean vacation ever, but when she lays eyes on the groom’s brother, her best laid plans go out the window. She knows she’s not doctor’s wife material … but he’s not on duty.

Dr. Hank Anderson, representing the groom, will do his duty to his brother but he’d much rather be spending time with the music teacher who’s caught his eye. It’s nice to be the one doing the chasing instead of fending off women who want to take advantage of his position.

Hank’s pursuit is booby-trapped with a stalking maid-of-honor, a Gilligan-worthy boat tour and bad crab cakes but he is determined to catch Lisa and convince her to start a romance under the Cuban moon.

Buy Link: Amazon


Relatedly, have you ever noticed how there is no such thing as winter in TV-land? If the show is set in Los Angeles, as so many of them are, the only way you can tell an episode is set in December is by the Christmas decorations hanging from the palm trees lining the streets. If you have an east coast show set in Washington, DC or New York City, the characters will wear jackets and scarves and shiver while standing next to a lonely three-inch snowdrift on the sidewalk.

With rough winters like that, it’s no surprise that if I can’t be in the tropics, I’ll settle for Hollywood. In fact, I love it so much that I set my other series – Hollywood to Olympus – there. I created a drama called Olympus, a fictional Game of Thrones/Spartacus/Hercules mash-up hit cable show. (In a freaky-but-true coincidence, there is going to be an actual series called Olympus coming to television in 2015. It probably won’t be as much fun as my series but I’m definitely going to check it out.)

My first book, SCREEN IDOL, came out in February of this year and introduced the cast of Olympus, and concentrated on Chris Peck, the actor who plays Zeus, and a fan-appreciation contest winner named Sydney Richardson.  My new release DRAMA QUEEN takes place just after SCREEN IDOL and details the romance of Layla Andrews, who plays Hera, and Russ Vukovick, the show’s fight co-ordinator.

LSB Cover Art Template for PhotoShopBlurb:

Layla Andrews isn’t really a bitch – she just plays one on television. For the last eighteen months, she’s acted like one in real life too while she was forced to serve probation for something she didn’t do. Now the Queen of Olympus has done her time and she’s ready to start living again … but she’s forgotten how.

Russ Vukovick, the show’s fight coordinator, had been attracted to Layla since the first time he saw her. Recently he’s caught glimpses of a new side of her – one that makes her irresistible. But as he gets closer to her, he also sees more of what she hides beneath the mask she wears.

As Layla and Russ try to navigate their new relationship, families, danger, and secrets work against them at every turn. Can the find a true happily-ever-after when they are surrounded by lies?

Buy Links for DRAMA QUEEN:

Find it at Liquid Silver Books, Amazon, iTunes, Kobo, Barnes and Noble, and ARe



Elle Rush is a Canadian romance author from Winnipeg, Manitoba. When she’s not travelling, she’s hard at work writing her contemporary romance eBooks which are set all over the world. Elle earned a degree in Spanish and French, barely passed German, and is starting to learn Italian and Filipino. She has flunked poetry in every language she’s ever taken. She also has mild addictions to tea, cookbooks and the sci-fi channel. Follow her at www.ellerush.com or on Pinterest and Twitter, and keep up with her free newsletter.



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Guest Post with Annette Mardis – The Shore Thing @AnnetteMardis48


Thank you so much, Houston, for hosting me on your blog and helping me celebrate the release day for my new contemporary romance novel, The Shore Thing, from Liquid Silver Books. It’s the first book in a series set in the fictional west-central Florida beach town of Gulf Shore, where you’ll feel sugary white sand between your toes, the warm sun on your shoulders, and a sea breeze ruffling your hair.
       You’ll meet swoon-worthy alpha males who aren’t embarrassed to cuddle a rescued baby dolphin in their muscular arms, and accomplished women looking for an equal partner who thinks that smart is sexy. 
      You’ll get up close and personal with sea life, join the “snipe and gripe” club for girls’ nights out, and fall in love with a talking parrot who acts like a little boy in a bird suit.
      You’ll go behind-the-scenes at the local aquarium and out to the beach to rescue marine animals in distress. And once you visit Gulf Shore, you just may find yourself wishing you could stay.


Here’s what The Shore Thing is about:

Danielle “Dani” Davidson vows to just say no to workplace romances after her first post-college job is soured by a messy breakup with a manipulative coworker at a fish hatchery.       That’s just one reason she doesn’t trust any man with her heart, let alone one who swims with sharks for a living. So why can’t she get cameraman Evan Sanders out of her mind? 
       Evan is twice shy, too, after an alluring but self-absorbed colleague at Gulf Shore Aquarium takes a bite out of his heart. Thought he’s dead set against dating anyone else he works with, he’s intrigued by Dani’s shyness and tempted by her intelligence and low-key sexiness.

Dani leads tours and educates guests, and Evan is the chief photographer/videographer at the aquarium and marine animal hospital in Gulf Shore. Their attraction smolders until an unfortunate encounter with a stingray sends Dani to the emergency room, and Evan steps up to help her through her recovery.

The two also bond over the rescue of an orphaned baby dolphin. But will Evan’s vindictive ex-lover, his career ambitions, and Dani’s inhibitions tear the young lovers apart?


Here’s an excerpt:

Evan Sanders felt his swim fins touch bottom as he settled into position with his camera pointed at the two ten-foot nurse sharks circling above him. It was feeding time, and Fred and Barney were restless and hungry. Evan watched as black drum, striped mullet, mangrove snapper, and other smaller fish scurried out of the predators’ way.

He was in full scuba gear and had only his camera for protection, but he wasn’t worried. He’d shot still photos and video in Gulf Shore Aquarium’s Florida Fishes tank many times, and the nurse sharks hadn’t shown the slightest interest in him.

Still, the usually sluggish bottom-dwellers did have thousands of tiny, serrated teeth capable of crushing shellfish and delivering a nasty bite to errant hands or feet, so Evan couldn’t afford to be careless.

Leaning against the clear face of the tank for support, he noticed an attractive young woman watching him. She had her long chestnut hair pulled back in a neat ponytail and wore khaki slacks and the aquarium’s standard-issue teal polo shirt with the GSA logo. A small crowd gathered around her, and Evan knew she was regaling them with facts about how nurse sharks in the wild use vacuum-like suction to snatch fish, mollusks, and crustaceans from their hiding places, sometimes even yanking a sea snail right out of its shell.

He wished he had time to take a closer look at her because he liked what he could see. But duty called.

Evan zoomed in and fired off frame after frame as Fred sucked a freshly thawed herring from the stainless steel grilling tongs a trainer held just beneath the water’s surface. He tracked Fred with his camera as the shark circled around for another handout.

Suddenly, Evan’s peripheral vision picked up a hulking shape closing in fast on his right. He pivoted to find Barney’s snout within inches of the camera lens.

Pulse pounding, Evan barely had time to react. He bumped the shark’s nose just hard enough to discourage him from coming closer. The lumbering fish veered away at the last second and swam up to a second trainer, who enticed him with a hunk of squid.

On the dry side of the Plexiglas, the young woman stared wide-eyed. Evan gave an exaggerated shudder and patted his chest over his heart. She laughed, and he grinned around his regulator mouthpiece and wiggled his fingers. She waved back.

As Evan held her gaze for a moment longer, the young woman blushed.

* * * *

Fifteen minutes earlier, Danielle “Dani” Davidson had returned from an early dinner break to see the diver standing on the concrete deck of the tank, looking like he belonged on the cover of Hot Hunks Monthly. He checked his air tank and hoses, spit in his mask to keep it from fogging, and collected his camera gear. He’d zipped up his wet suit only as far as his flat waist, and it was only natural for Dani to pause and admire the wide set of his shoulders and the muscles rippling over his tanned arms and chest.

Just then, he raised his head as if he felt her gaze roaming his body and, face reddening, she hurried toward the stairs. She stopped on the top step, hidden by a sign identifying the animals in the tank, and watched as he worked his arms down the sleeves of his wet suit and then zipped it closed.

The show over, she headed down to the underwater viewing area to narrate the nurse shark feeding.

Now, as Dani’s heartbeat returned to normal, the guests gave her an expectant look, obviously waiting to hear what she had to say about the diver’s close call.

“Barney was just making sure our photographer got a nice close-up of his handsome face,” she ad-libbed, adding a reassuring smile for good measure.

“You wouldn’t catch me in the water with those monsters,” one woman proclaimed.

“Sharks are awesome!” the boy with her enthused. “During Shark Week on TV, they showed a great white leaping out of the water with a seal in its jaws, and the seal was all bloody and flopping around and stuff, and its guts were hanging out, too. It was so cool!”

“Eeeewww,” a girl behind him squealed. “That’s totally disgusting.”

“Well—” Dani began, but was interrupted by the man beside her.

“So, would that shark have bitten that diver just now?” he asked.

“Nurse sharks usually aren’t aggressive and are tolerant of people,” she told him. “Unless, of course, someone is careless enough to step on the shark or foolish enough to pull its tail. Our diver is anything but an inattentive imbecile.”

Several people laughed.

“Then why did that shark charge him?” the man pressed.

“‘Charge’ is an overstatement. Sharks are attracted by bright and shiny objects, like a camera flash.”

“Won’t they eat those other fish in there?” someone else asked, setting off a flurry of questions from the group.

“Not as long as we keep Fred and Barney well-fed,” Dani said. “Nurse sharks are lazy hunters who forage at night when their prey is resting.”

“How often do you feed them?”

“Four times a week.”

“Why don’t you just throw the food in there instead of using tongs?”

“The trainers need to keep track of how much fish and squid each shark eats,” she explained. “And they also get vitamin supplements in their food.”

“How big do nurse sharks get?”

“They average seven to nine feet, but it’s possible they can reach fourteen feet.”

“How long do they live?”

“About twenty-five years in human care.”

“Human care? Let’s call it what it is—captivity.”


“Are these, like, the only sharks you have? Because they’re, like, totally lame,” said a bored-looking teenage girl.

“We have a lot of other species at Shark Pier, which is near the back of the property,” Dani answered.

“So, um, why are these here, then?”

“Fred and Barney came to us before we built Shark Pier. A local man had them at his home and gave them to us after they outgrew every tank he bought. They’ve settled in here, so why move them again? Think of them as the aquarium’s greeters, like the ones at Walmart, but with much sharper teeth.”

Dani smiled, but the teenager stayed stone-faced.

“What’s the most bloodthirsty shark in this part of Florida?” asked a man wearing a floppy fishing hat and a sticky layer of coconut-scented suntan lotion.

“We prefer not to use words like bloodthirsty and vicious. Yes, they’re top predators, but sharks don’t hunt humans. Of the more than three hundred and fifty species, fewer than ten are considered dangerous to people.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” the man accused, his hands folded across his chest. Then he spoke with a deliberate pause between each word, as if she had rocks for brains. “Which sharks should we be most afraid of when we’re in local waters?”

“Bull sharks. They’re aggressive and unpredictable.” Dani’s smile wavered, but she kept it pasted on her face.

“Anybody been attacked?”

“Off Gulf Shore? No. None reported, anyway. South of here, in the Tampa Bay area? Yes, but not many. You don’t have to worry. I swim in the Gulf all the time.”

“Hey, it only takes one bite! What happened with those attacks? This is stuff we have a right to know!”

“Yes, sir, absolutely,” she agreed. “Nobody’s trying to keep secrets. In 2000, a nine-foot bull shark feeding on mullet killed a retiree who jumped off his dock near St. Pete Beach and Gulfport.”

Several guests gasped, and someone muttered, “Good Lord!”

“That happened in Boca Ciega Bay, where nine years later a teenage girl was swimming—”

“Wait a minute. Boca Ciega Bay? Oh! My! God! We’re staying right near there!” shrieked an older woman who looked like she’d just come off the beach and now regretted sticking even a toe in the surf.

“Did that girl get eaten?” the young Shark Week fan asked before Dani could say anything else.

“No, she was bitten just below the knee. It was serious but not life-threatening.”

“We need to stay someplace else if there are killer sharks in that bay,” the woman insisted, on the verge of a full-blown frenzy.

“Ma’am, sharks are found in every major body of saltwater in the world,” Dani said.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better, young lady?”

Dani’s shirt was sticky with sweat. “Your chances of being attacked are about one in eleven million,” she assured the woman. That didn’t seem to satisfy her, so Dani launched into tips for lessening that already minuscule risk.

“Don’t swim alone, at twilight, after dark, or if you’re bleeding. Don’t wear shiny jewelry. Be extra cautious in murky water. Don’t splash a lot or let pets in the water with you. Avoid going in the water where people are fishing.”

The woman’s face looked like she’d just sucked on a lemon, and the man who’d raised the specter of shark attack gave an impatient huff.

Geez, what’s with these people? Dani thought, sneaking another look at the diver with the camera. I’d be safer in there with him, not to mention with Barney and Fred.


The Shore Thing is available for pre-order from Liquid Silver Books at http://www.lsbooks.com/pre-order-coming-soon-romance-books-c322.php. Order now and buy the book for $3.99, which is 20 percent off the regular cover price.


authorbioNow, a little about me. I’m a veteran of some 30 years of newspaper work in the Tampa area, most of it with photoThe Tampa Tribune, and work as a freelance editor in addition to writing books.

In July 2013, I published the e-novella Getting Her Money’s Worth, inspired by and dedicated to a close friend who died in June 2012 after a failed bone marrow transplant.

In my spare time, I greet and educate the public as a volunteer at Clearwater Marine Aquarium, home to movie star dolphins Winter and Hope from the Dolphin Tale films.  

I also enjoy reading; riding on the back of my husband’s Harley-Davidson; playing with my pets; and cheering for my favorite NASCAR drivers and Tampa Bay area sports teams.


Visit me at my website, www.AnnetteMardis.com, my Facebook page at www.facebook.com/AuthorAnnetteMardis and my Pinterest boards at http://www.pinterest.com/annettemardis/the-shore-thing/ and  www.pinterest.com/annettemardis/getting-her-moneys-worth/

Follow me on twitter: @AnnetteMardis48.

I also post book reviews, publishing news and other reader-friendly content through a public forum at http://www.facebook.com/PostHereReaders.


Guest Post and #Giveaway: @AnnabethLeong- Untouched



ANNABETH, thank you so much for coming here today. It’s exciting to share good erotic reads with my readers! So, let’s get started shall we.

Erotica: A Journey of the Self

By Annabeth Leong

Thank you so much for hosting me!

UntouchedThese days, there’s so much erotic romance out there, that I feel it’s worth doing a post to explain my new erotica book, and how it’s different from the erotic romance I’ve written.

I’ve always loved the definitions for erotica and romance laid out by Shayla Black in the introduction to Best Erotic Romance:

“Romance is a journey about people finding one another.”

“Classic erotica is one person’s journey to self-fulfillment through sexual expression and exploration.”

She then goes on to explain how the two blend to form erotic romance, but that’s not what I’m interested in here. Let’s stay on that definition of classic erotica for the rest of this post.

Untouched, my new release from Sweetmeats Press, is erotica. My main character, Celia, is on a journey to discover how to fulfill her sexual desires with other people despite the fact that she can’t stand to be touched. The story is Celia’s, and the resolution is Celia’s resolution.

Over the course of the story, Celia has several partners, but she falls in love with one of them, Eli Vargas. He’s a very charming man. One character tells Eli, “I suspect that if you wanted, you’d have me bent over the bathroom sink by now, calling you Daddy or Master or whatever you told me to say.”

For all his naughtiness, Eli is good for Celia in a lot of ways. He likes things about her that other people have shamed her for. He supports her sexual journey. But there are also ways that Eli and Celia can’t see eye to eye. They seem to reach an equilibrium that works for her, but he’s not happy. They tell each other they’re okay with certain arrangements, and then those arrangements turn out not to be okay.

In other words, they’re people.

When I’m reading or writing an erotic romance, however, I know that the form demands a certain shape to the relationship. The people involved are meant to be together, and the reader needs to be able to relax, following the twists and turns of the relationship with a sense of reassurance that it will all work out in the end.

For Untouched, I didn’t want to reassure the reader that way. Like many important relationships in my real life, it’s not clear what’s going to happen with Eli. It’s not preordained. But there’s something beyond that. This is still Celia’s story, first and foremost, and as an erotica book, there’s a way that it doesn’t matter what happens with Eli in the end. What really matters is how Celia changes, and what she learns.

I love reading and writing erotic romance when I’m in the mood for it, but I have to say there’s something deeply comforting in this other perspective. A relationship doesn’t have to be true love for life to be important and meaningful, and I’m glad there’s a genre that allows room to portray that.

Oh, and did I mention that this book is wall-to-wall, unrelenting filth? It means a lot of important things to me, and I poured a lot of philosophy into the book, but a clean excerpt from it is basically impossible.



The first woman entered the room. Party rules said that guests shouldn’t try to participate in a scene unless invited, so the woman didn’t speak to either Eli or Celia. Instead, she took up a position beside the door to the room and watched. The presence of an unfamiliar person added an edge for Celia, making her a little uncomfortable, and turning her on a little more than normal.

She could tell from Eli’s face that he understood exactly how the new arrival had affected her.

Celia redoubled her efforts, managing another inch of the enormous dildo she was working into her body.

As she took more of it, her cunt squeezed around it involuntarily. Celia couldn’t decide if her body was trying to reject the dildo or maximize its effect. Whatever the case, her cunt felt like a vise, nearly impossible to penetrate. She was half-impaled by the dildo, and at the thick point she’d reached, it really seemed as if it could support her weight. Celia couldn’t see how she could accommodate any more of it, much less imagine what that would feel like, when just a small portion of its length had made her feel so incredibly full.

At the same time, Eli swung into action, inviting the newcomer to stay in the room with them.

“What do you want me to do?” the woman asked.

“Touch him, please,” Celia requested. “Do it for me.”

Eli’s gaze burned into hers.

The woman giggled. “You do look a little busy.” She ran a teasing finger down the side of Eli’s face. It didn’t seem to bother her that Eli never took his eyes off Celia. “Where do you like to touch him? How should I do it?”

“I don’t touch him,” Celia explained. “I can’t. But he should be touched, so I need you to help me.” It was a struggle to speak. The dildo occupied so much of her attention. Her thighs trembled from the effort of holding herself up, and she wondered if she could afford to relax them. The unrelenting silicone pressed into her.

“Why can’t you touch him?” the woman asked. “Does he not let you?”

“I just can’t,” Celia said. “That’s the way I am.” She smiled at Eli, and her entire being relaxed, including her cunt. She opened to the dildo, and the angle and quantity of lube made it impossible for her to resist downward motion. Celia had no choice but to throw back her head and take it in.



Celia Lambent lives in constant conflict. Her sexual appetite is voracious, and yet she cannot bear to be touched. Untouched is a raunchy journey of voyeurism and discovery as Celia seeks the cause and cure for her condition.

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Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. Her work has appeared in more than 40 anthologies and counting, including Made for Hire from Sweetmeats Press. Visit her website, annabetherotica.com, or find her on Twitter @AnnabethLeong

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