Unattainable the series, from guest Charity Parkerson, #sportserotica #giveaway

 

BOOK INFORMATION

Title – Unattainable Series – No Rival Author – Charity Parkerson Genre – Erotica Publication Date – 08/27/2014 Length (Pages/# Words) – 130/ 43,000 Publisher – Ellora’s Cave Publishing Inc. Cover Artist – Publisher

   

 Book 5 in the No Rival series

A career-ending injury leaves Brian reeling. With no clue what he’ll do now that his dream of becoming an MMA champion is over, he is shocked at an unexpected offer of help from a former champ.

Terry has seen the top and is happy with his life in retirement. However the chance to help a fellow fighter regain his dream is something he can’t resist.

When Brian accepts Terry’s offer, the sexual magnetism between them catches Brian off guard. Keeping his attraction hidden becomes a bigger challenge than regaining his strength. Plus, Terry’s mixed signals leave Brian frustrated and confused.

Though Terry is just as hot for Brian, he has secrets that could tear their budding romance apart. But he simply cannot resist the pull Brian has over him or the heat between them. Through it all, both men discover that love really can conquer all.

Inside Scoop: This male/male romance will leave you hot but most definitely not bothered. A Romantica® contemporary gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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EXCERPT (18+)

“I never drink and you’re going to make me drink alone?” A grin tugged at Terry’s lips at Brian’s sullen comment. “You need the fortification while I’ve had more than my fair share for one lifetime.” Brian’s speech was already beginning to slow down. “It’s not right to leave a man hanging.” “I have to drive you home and I don’t drink and drive.” Brian slipped down an inch in his chair. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared at Terry through his lashes. “I could stay here.” Although Terry doubted Brian’s proposition was intended the way he would’ve liked, it still caused his cock to lengthen. “It wouldn’t be the first time I slept in a chair.” That statement might have taken the bite out his arousal if Brian’s tone hadn’t gone sultry. Not to mention, his eyes darkened. Terry shifted in his seat to hide his erection. The expression on Brian’s face was hot as hell. “I wouldn’t let you sleep in a chair.” He hoped Brian was now wondering where he would allow him to sleep. Of course, the answer was nowhere. If Brian stayed, neither of them would get any rest. Brian tossed back another shot before straightening in his seat. “If I’m not staying then I’d better go home. I’d hate to pass out on you and like I said, I don’t drink often.” With a nod, Terry stood. Brian attempted to follow suit but swayed on his feet. Racing forward, Terry caught him before he could hit the ground. The motion left them chest to chest. A nervous sounding chuckle vibrated from Brian. Terry could feel it against his skin. Their gazes met. The sound died. “You’re very bossy,” Brian said, surprising a chuckle from Terry. “You’re very drunk,” Terry countered. Brian didn’t move away. Neither did Terry. “I’ll get over being drunk, you’ll always be bossy.” “I have a feeling—if you remember any of this tomorrow—you’re going to be horrified.” Brian was staring at his mouth. He shook his head. “Nope. I haven’t done anything to be embarrassed about...yet.” Terry marveled over the way Brian’s eyes gave away his every emotion. They seemed to flash from light to dark brown and back again as he visibly struggled against his desire. Unable to keep from doing so, Terry gave him an extra shove. Using his voice against him, he allowed a hint of his growing lust to seep into his tone. “Do you intend to?” With his gaze still locked on Terry’s mouth, Brian nodded. “Do it,” Terry taunted. The words barely passed his lips before Brian claimed his mouth. For Terry, it was like tossing gasoline on already raging bonfire. It was everything he’d fantasized it would be with an extra helping of expertise tossed into the mix. The way Brian’s tongue stroked the roof of his mouth before slipping away and reappearing again left Terry with no choice except to chase after it. The moment he thought he had him, Brian sank his teeth into Terry’s bottom lip, tugging gently. Terry gasped. He couldn’t remember a time he’d been this close to coming in his jeans, especially from nothing more than a kiss. At the sound, Brian turned his face away, resting his forehead on Terry’s shoulder. His shoulders heaved as he visibly struggled to catch his breath. “The room is spinning.” Terry clamped his back teeth together. His muscles seized tight as he attempted to control his lust. “That’s because the world tilted,” Terry said once he found his voice.

OTHER BOOKS IN THE NO-RIVALS SERIES

Book #1 - Unsurpassed

AMAZON - AMAZON UK - iTUNES ALL ROMANCE eBOOKS - KOBO - BARNES & NOBLES

   

Book #2 - Undaunted

AMAZON - AMAZON UK - KOBO - BARNES & NOBLES

   

Book #3 - Unequaled

AMAZON - AMAZON UK - iTUNES ALL ROMANCE eBOOKS - KOBO - BARNES & NOBLES

   

Book #4 - Unbalanced

AMAZON - AMAZON UK - iTUNES ALL ROMANCE eBOOKS - KOBO - BARNES & NOBLES

   

AUTHOR BIO

Charity Parkerson is an award winning and multi-published author with Ellora's Cave Publishing. Born with no filter from her brain to her mouth, she decided to take this odd quirk and insert it in her characters.

*2013 Readers' Favorite Award Winner *2013 Reviewers' Choice Award Winner *2014 Readers’ Favorite Award Finalist *2014 Ankh Award Nominee *ARRA Finalist for Favorite Paranormal Romance *Five-time winner of The Mistress of the Darkpath

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Welcome to guest author Amber Skyze who tells us about submitting to publishers experience

Hi Amber, 

Welcome to the blog with your 

Newbie Advice

This December will mark my 5^th anniversary of publishing erotic romance. Sure I published for years prior. I’ve written for non-fiction for magazines, Chicken Soup books, True Romance and True Confession magazines. I’d written books, but never sent them out. I cringed with fear when I thought about sending out my babies to an editor. I feared I’d be laughed right out the door. That little voice inside my head kept saying ‘who do you think you are trying to write erotic romance?’

One day I hushed that voice and submitted three manuscripts to Ellora’s Cave. They had a call out for their Birthstone theme series. I figured, if I’m going to submit, I’m going to go straight to the top dog at the time! After a six month waiting period two were rejected. One of them was Unwrapped, formerly titled Mistletoe Studs. The other the sequel to Unwrapped – One Tasty Night.

BUT one…one special story didn’t get rejected, Splashing Good Time. I still love Nathan Donovan. He’s sexy, smart and isn’t afraid to fight for what he wants – Reese Collins, an older woman. And ladies he knows how to please his woman!

I’ve published with a handful of publishers over the last five years. Some are gone and some I continue to publish with.

On October 30^th I’ll see the release of my 33^rd book – Going for Broke with Ellora’s Cave.

So my advice to anyone starting out – submit your work. Sure you can’t get rejected if you don’t send your story out, but you can’t get accepted either!

Buy Link - http://www.ellorascave.com/going-for-broke.html

Here’s a little taste of Going for Broke –

Deacon Burke has a singular goal—to win back the Las Vegas casino swindled from his father years ago.
Businesswoman Holly Perkins is equally determined to gain control of the Pleasure Palace, the decadent casino where anything goes—including exhibitionism and master/slave play. A corporate raider, she’s eager to put down roots in one location while running a business she loves.
When Deacon spots Holly in front of the casino it’s lust at first sight, and soon she’s submitting to him during a blistering-hot encounter. But how will he react when he learns of Holly’s agenda? All bets are off in their high-stakes game of carnal cravings and ultimate control.
Publisher’s Note: This title was previously released elsewhere under the title Hit Me, and has been revised and expanded for Ellora’s Cave.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Read an Excerpt:

Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.

Deacon rubbed his eyes. They burned from being sleep deprived and the bright lights didn’t help. It was nearing midnight, but who could tell in the city that never sleeps? He stopped to glance up at the majestic building. The four golden caps made it appear as if it were a true Palace. The design had been created with that in mind. Darius Burke had a dream. He’d wanted to build a casino that reminded people of royalty. He’d wanted them to feel like they were special when inside. For years he’d succeeded. 

Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.

The one verse of the incessant Christmas song filled his mind as Deacon climbed the stairs to casino. Sure he changed it a bit to suit his needs, but that was his prerogative.

The flight in from Hong Kong seemed to drag on longer than it should have, but he closed the deal. They would gain a foothold in Hong Kong with their latest fragrance. The time had arrived for him to close another deal. The most important one.

Put one foot in front of the other and soon you’ll be walking through the door.

Deacon adjusted the laptop bag dangling from his left shoulder. He lifted his right foot and placed it on the concrete stair. Gold speckles glittered the front staircases leading to the entranceway.

Each step he took was painful to his weary feet and heavy heart. He hadn’t stepped foot inside the casino or Vegas for that matter in nearly ten years. The day had finally arrived. He was coming home after many years away. Deacon Burke was one step away from reclaiming what rightfully belonged to his family – the Palace of Pleasure.

Though when his father owned the Palace the top floors known as the Pleasure part of the casino didn’t exist. Deacon could see his father rolling over his grave imagining the things that took place in the Pleasure area. Not that Deacon minded. Sex was an enjoyment of his. There was something about cherishing a woman’s body that brought out the animal instinct in him. He also didn’t mind doling out a spanking or two. Having a woman bent over, hands tied behind her back getting spanked, got him overheated every time.

He stifled a moan, while fighting the hard-on that grew in his black slacks.

Maybe he’d partake in a little fun before meeting with the current owner. Why not try out the merchandise? Not that it would change his mind on reclaiming the casino. It belonged to the Burke’s and Deacon would stake his claim, no matter what stupid stipulations they put on him.

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Jade Allister is the guest author for Wicked Wednesday

J. Rose Allister is an award-winning story writer and the author of more than twenty-five romance and erotic romance novels. She lives in Southern California with her actor/author husband, Michael Jade, and their 9-year-old daughter. When she isn't writing, she enjoys movies, reading, and working hard on an invention to give her more hours in the day.

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When Nature Antillean, aka Nate the Crate, poses as a male stripper to arrest a sexy-as-hell fugitive, he has no intention of taking his disguise all the way—until he meets her. Lydia Franklin is more than eager to take her gorgeous strip-o-gram for a wild ride, considering how desperately life on the run sucks. The resulting encounter is explosive, but ends with Lydia handcuffed and Nate honor-bound to take her to jail. The fireworks aren’t over yet, however, for Nate discovers he is now a victim of the same setup that got Lydia accused of a crime she didn’t commit.

With both of them declared fugitives, Nate must work with the woman he swore to bring to justice in order to defeat the plot and reclaim their lives. His hot body and stellar moves give Lydia plenty of motivation for teaming up in more ways than one, but she knows that the criminal he hopes to protect her from is one she must face—alone.

Read an Excerpt: 18+

Sweat beaded on his forehead as Nate felt reason slipping away. Stop her, you idiot, he shouted mentally. Push her away and identify yourself. Identify yourself now.

That’s when he heard his zipper open, and her hand snaked right inside his G-string. Her gasp wasn’t the only one in response to her warm fingers curling around his throbbing dick.

“God,” she said, “please tell me this is part of the special birthday package.”

She sank to her knees in front of him while he tried to cling to what little flotsam of morals he had left. Jesus, he wasn’t more than ten steps in the door and the sexiest woman alive was seducing him. If he let her, she’d probably fuck him where he stood. He could bend her right over the table beside them and ram his cock inside her, thong and all.

Or, he could stop thinking with his tool and do what he’d come there for. He should bend her over the table while he cuffed her hands behind her back, not so he could give his dick what it so desperately wanted.

She yanked the pouch aside, and the second his cock sprang free, wet, hot lips closed over the swollen head. The moan he let out was equal parts lust and anger at himself, and while his hands automatically grabbed for her head to pull her off, her skilled mouth and wicked tongue drove him to do something quite different. His fingers threaded into her hair while he thrust deeper in her mouth, cursing under his breath with each press of his hips. This was wrong, so very, incredibly wrong. But it had been so very, incredibly long since he’d felt anything this good.

His slacks were still on while she mouth-fucked him, but her hands kept tugging on his belt until the buckle came free. His pants slid down around his knees, and he shook his head in a futile attempt to deny what was happening. He couldn’t do this, no matter how bad she obviously wanted it. No matter that she was apparently in the same boat as he was romance-wise. And that this was probably the last sex she’d get outside twisted prison guards and lesbian cellmates.

With a growl, he yanked himself away and pulled her to her feet. “Facedown on the table,” he commanded, and he bent her over until her tits and the side of her face was pressed flat against the whitewashed wood. “Hands behind your back.”

He went through practiced motions, pulling her wrists together and holding them firmly at the small of her back while he used his legs and feet to spread hers wider. If he hadn’t completely lost his mind, this would be the time to admit he was a bail enforcer and cuff her while simultaneously frisking her. But there was no place on her almost-naked body to conceal any weapons, unless she had something dangerous buried in her pussy. Something he was highly inclined to investigate.

Two distinctly different parts of his personality went to war, fighting for the right to dominate the situation. The bounty hunter had Lydia right where he wanted her, and all he needed to do was finish restraining her while informing her of his identity and authorization to take her back to Colorado. The horny-as-hell, deviant male in him also had Lydia right where he wanted her, however. And all he needed to do was give in to what she was so fucking hot for that he couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t have both. At least, he didn’t think so. Thinking wasn’t going so well for him at the moment.

A mantra was playing in his head to the tune of handcuffs-handcuffs-handcuffs, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out which of the two warring factions wanted her restrained more.

She wiggled her ass, which was nicely spread for him given the position of her parted thighs, and she let out a sexy moan. “Please tell me you stashed about a hundred condoms in that bag of yours.”

His cock jumped in response. Fuck. What a naughty vixen, weakening his resolve.

Nate shoved her wrists together higher on her back, holding them tightly in one hand while he reared back with the other. “First things first,” he said, and he brought his palm down across that soft, tight ass.

She let out a squeal and wriggled harder. “What was that for?”

“I believe the birthday girl needs a good spanking.”

Nature's Bounty by J. Rose Allister

Ellora's Cave Moderne/On The Hunt series

Erotic Romance/Contemporary

Buy Links:

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