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From Rescuing Cade

In the parking lot, Cade opened the car door and Marissa slid past him to get in. She stopped, her face tilted to his. Mesmerized by his nearness, desperation to kiss him fell like a stone in her stomach.
The air between them wavered as he bent to her and touched his mouth to hers.
Marissa took charge, her arms went up around his neck, and she grasped handfuls of his hair to keep his head to hers and linger in the kiss.
His soft gentle lips parted under hers.
His sigh teased along her lips and she touched the tip of her tongue to his. 
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2015 Evernight Publishing

Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place, he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of mixed emotions, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.
Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.
Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.
The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?

Conceiving Evil on the blog today with Jenna Fox and a #giveaway #bookblitz

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BOOK INFORMATION

TITLE – Conceiving Evil AUTHOR – Jenna Fox GENRE – Erotic/Suspense with light BDSM and horror themes PUBLICATION DATE – October 16th 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 35 pages/10,577 words PUBLISHER – Dark Hollows Press COVER ARTIST – 3 Rusted Spoons

A dark, chilling romance. Fall in love with the ultimate bad guy.
Like everyone else after the economic crash, Abby Torrance was struggling financially. But then Dorian Lincoln, a political and business icon, sweeps her off her feet and into a life of promise. He’s a man who has enough power to change the world for the better, a man who can give hope to the masses, a man who can give Abby a baby.
But the road to Hell is paved with good intentions and Abby is having strange dreams that seem both a warning and a prophesy. How can she give the evil undertones of her dreams any notice when she’s busy focusing on conceiving?
Young woman with beautiful long brown hair posing at studio, pro

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EXCERPT

Dammit to hell. I can’t even enjoy a movie.
The nighttime air bit at my skin as thoughts of him chomped at my brain. He’d polluted me like a poison that spread throughout my mind and body, seizing every thought, leaving no rest. I loved horror movies and yet I couldn’t recall a single scene. Jimmie kept glancing at me, concern etching his face all the way through the ninety-minute show.
Soon Jimmie and I walked out of the theater, my hand resting in the crook of his elbow. Bitterness raged inside, heating my face against the breeze when I saw the limo roll toward us. He found me like he always said he would, but three fucking hours late.
I knew I wasn’t Dorian’s top priority, and I’d made some progress at keeping my jealousy under control, but no woman wanted to be shoved to the side every time it was convenient for a man. I tightened my grip on Jimmie’s sleeve and pulled him along just as the driver stepped into our path. I gave the chauffeur a shotgun-glare as he motioned me to the car. “Miss Torrance, Mr. Lincoln is waiting.”
My heart skipped ten beats, I couldn’t tear my eyes away when the dark window lowered and Dorian tousled his ebony hair with his fingers. He wasn’t in his usual attire, a business suit. Tonight he presented himself in casual wear. His sharp, handsome features were expressionless.
I closed my eyes, digging deep for the strength to tell him to get lost for standing me up, but I knew the words would never make it past my lips. I was a fool to entertain the thought. One look from those black eyes sifted me like wheat. Dorian practically owned me. That man was my tempter and my savior wrapped into one.
I met him at the lowest point of my life, after my mother died of cancer. The three jobs I was working to keep my head above water and pay off her medical bills were about to do me in physically. While I was waiting tables at the country club, Dorian swooped in from out of nowhere and rescued me like an injured bird. His amazing sixth sense alerted him that life was too much for me, and he offered me a strong shoulder to cry on. The floodgates opened and I unloaded my personal problems. Dorian Lincoln promised those problems would disappear with a simple acceptance of his proposition: give him power over my body, something Bianca wouldn’t allow.
Lifting my palm to Jimmie’s cheek, I smiled. “Thanks for the movie. I’ll call you next week.”
“He’s a prick. You deserve better, Abby!” Jimmie yelled, as I eased myself inside the limo.
Dorian opened a small refrigerator under the seat, his hands cupping the base of a champagne glass. “You’ve wasted no time finding another way of entertaining yourself this evening.”
“You wasted no time in standing me up,” I scoffed.
When I left his office that afternoon, Dorian said he wanted me for some ‘quality time.’ Eight-thirty rolled around before I realized he was a no-show. The food got cold and eventually the long stemmed candles I lit for dinner burned out, along with my patience.
“Meetings...clients,” he said.
Top secret meetings and clients were always the excuse. The coldness in his voice was a sword to my heart, a reminder of my temporary ranking in his life. I held on tight to his promise of our relationship becoming more when the time was right.
His stony expression broke into a devious grin. “You look beautiful in that dress and your enthusiasm is charming. But watching you masturbate will reimburse me, Miss Torrance.”
My stomach dropped and quivered as I pressed my thighs together. He was going to punish me.
I tugged at the straps of the red shoes he’d bought me, eyeing him as he sipped from the flute and moved his gaze toward the window. Overtaken by the need to be the object of his fascination, I almost begged him to turn those onyx eyes back on me. His attention was the only thing that kept me from going under.
“Dorian, please I-”
My words were cut off with the sharp turn of his head. Relief came in a warm caress, but suspicion moved in with a lift of his brow. The small amount of light coming through the tinted windows deepened the masculine angles of his face, lending them a sternness that echoed in his voice.
“No other men. I thought I was quite clear about that when we discussed the terms of our agreement, three months ago.”
“Jimmie is just a friend.”
“Jimmie is a man. A distraction.”
“A distraction from being pissed. I don’t like being stood up.”
I sounded so offended, but I had no right. Closing my eyes I regrouped, reminding myself that I freely agreed to make myself available to him. Dorian kept up his end of the arrangement. He took care of me, changed my life for the better. My phone stopped ringing from creditors, he gave me a great job at his company, and I had food on the table in a fabulous apartment. He seemed to know my every need before I voiced them. I could push aside my hostility and take his punishment and occasional negligence.
“You are mine, all mine.” he announced.
His words, saturated with power and ownership, sustained my hungry heart. I could hold out as long as it took, accepting the way things had to be until Bianca was more emotionally stable, and Dorian could ask her for a divorce. I had waited longer on losers, lazy assholes who wouldn’t work in a pie factory. This time I had struck gold.
Reaching over, I grabbed the seat when Dorian impatiently knocked on the divider and the limo picked up speed.
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Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, wife and multi published author of erotic romance residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.
Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter. Fox is a listener of hard rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.

GIVEAWAY

Two free eBook copies of Sealed in Blood (erotic thriller)
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Sultry Sunday with #SexySnippets and 'Rescuing Cade' upcoming release from Evernight Publishing

Sexy Snippets are seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, brought to you every Sunday.

Rescuing Cade is scheduled for release from Evernight Publishing February 2015

Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only The Club. Although Cade’s shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.
Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.
Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.
The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?

Read the #SexySnippet
Marissa stared at the expanse of his muscled chest still on display. Her gaze traveled up to his face. He looked so sexy, a mix of loveable and dangerous, her pussy throbbed and creamed. She clenched her thighs enjoying the sensation, because that might be all she got.
“Answer me.”
She heard the authority in his tone and desire washed over her. He’s so gorgeous.

Today's guest is the effervescent and artistic author Rene Folsom

Hi Rene, 
Lovely to see you...Tell us a little about yourself...




Hi Elodie, 
Instead of the typical stuffy bio, I would like to make this one a little more personal.



I live in Florida with my husband and three kids. I have officially diagnosed myself with creative ADD and, if it weren't for my day job as a web programmer, I would have a million and one writing projects going at once. In addition to web design, I am also a graphic artist who loves to create custom book cover designs for indie authors. I am definitely an artist at heart and would love nothing more than to be elbow deep in clay during my waking hours. I believe that all fiction is based on some form of reality—otherwise we would never have the inspiration or knowledge to dream up the realistic situations we portray with our words. I am proud to say that my personal experiences have been inspirational, though perhaps not always identical to that of my fictional characters. Where reality and fantasy diverge, however, must remain my little secret…

Find me online, 





Renee has brought a long some of her published erotica, 

Heart You (Roommate Romance #1)

 
Heart You is an erotic romance short story for ADULTS ONLY! This novelette is roughly 7200 words and contains a hot sexual triad between two female roommates and their Valentine’s Day boy toy. **



Have you ever wanted something you know you shouldn’t? That forbidden fruit. A temptation that will surely lead you down the path of illicit indulgence, and ultimately, pleasure beyond your wildest imaginations.



That was the daily torture Samantha put herself through when she thought of her roommate, Kara. Sitting alone on Valentine’s Day, Sam found comfort in sharing her innermost secrets with her trusty journal while lusting over the brown-eyed goddess. At least until Kara comes home with a sizzling hot man and a night full of naughty games that would even make cupid blush.

Read an excerpt

I watched her reach for the two Kiss Me candy hearts and clasp them between her dainty fingers. Seductively, she brought one to her mouth and placed it carefully between her teeth so the heart was upright and the words faced out.



My heart thundered in my chest as I watched her turn slightly in my direction and advance closer to me with the candy heart still clasped between her teeth. She placed her hand on my bare thigh and leaned forward, offering her lips and the sweet candy heart to me.



Unhurriedly, our lips melded together in an explorative kiss. Blasts of sweet sugar and soft lips consumed my senses. Just the touch of her mouth on mine made me weak in the knees.



Kara gently pushed her tongue into my mouth, allowing the sweetness of the candy to flow onto my taste buds. Our tongues met and tangled together, hot and heavy, full of sensual intensity.



My eyes fluttered shut as I brought my fingers up to her face and cradled her cheek and jaw in my hand. I felt her muscles loosen as the tension left her body in waves. Such a tender touch was all she needed to relax and enjoy the moment.



Kara’s hands firmly grasped both of my bare thighs as she deepened the kiss with passion and fire. Pushing her body further into our embrace, I opened my eyes for a moment so I could gauge her reaction and see her beautiful face.



Soft, closed eyelids with long, beautiful eyelashes stared back at me. An indulgent moan escaped my chest at the sight of her so close and full of passion.



A sigh of disappointment almost escaped me as Kara pulled away. Luckily, our separation was just long enough for her to bring the other heart candy to my lips this time. Placing it between my teeth with care, she trailed her fingertip along my bottom lip before grasping gently at my chin and closing the distance from her mouth to mine once more. Her take-charge control was making her even more desirable at this moment.



Another spark of energy ignited between us as our lips met again. Sharing the second candy heart, our tongues tangled together in a heated twist of lust. I was thankful these candies melted slowly, giving me that much more time with her lips pressed to mine.



This was my first time kissing a girl and I was confident it wouldn’t be my last. Kara’s lips were silky-soft and her touch was tender and adoring. Nothing like a rough, domineering possession one would get from a man. There was no battle for control or fumbling of tongues. We had this unspoken coordination and understanding that took my breath away. The kiss was perfect.. It was like we were meant to meld our lips together.



Knowing I couldn’t take any more without touching her more intimately, I decided to slow things down and back away. She held my head with both of her hands, lacing her fingers into my wild, red hair. Our breaths were short and erratic. With our foreheads pressed together, the tension between us exploded like a firecracker, sizzling through our bodies.



“Wow,” Kara whispered as she gazed at me through lazy, lust-filled eyes, our foreheads still touching marginally as we took in deep breaths. Her beautiful, light brown irises looked so much more vibrant when she was turned on, like dark swirls of honey and milk chocolate.



“Yeah,” I agreed, knowing I had waited such a long time for her mind-blowing kiss to overtake me. Forgotten were my doubts and fears. All that existed in this moment was her.



Her touch—her kiss—consumed me entirely.





Bind Me (Roommate Romance #2)
 

Bind Me is an erotic romance short story for ADULTS ONLY! This novelette is roughly 6600 words and contains light BDSM scenes between a curious woman and her very dominant male roommate. **



Lily had a suspicion her new roommate was the type to always take control, no matter what the situation. It wasn’t until she accidentally peeked in on Chaz dominating another woman, that her suspicions were realized. Lily watched with amazement as Chaz masterfully played the female like a sensual instrument, bringing her the most intense gratification Lily had ever witnessed.



After witnessing his sexual expertise from a distance and noticing the careful attention he gives to his lovers, Lily wanted nothing more than to have his hands sculpt every inch of her body. Unable to forget the incredibly erotic scene Chaz so skillfully played out, Lily sought to make her desires known by casually submitting to him throughout their daily lives.



To her excitement, Chaz invites Lily to his prestigious art show opening at a local gallery. All it takes is a slinky dress, a pair of kitten heels, and a tiny scrap of lace to drive Chaz wild, causing some very heated moments.



Read an excerpt


As I knelt there watching his every move with expectation, Chaz began to unbutton the cuffs of his sleeves and roll them up, allowing the defined muscles of his forearms to show. He then began unbuttoning his shirt just enough that the oh-so-sexy tattoo on his left pectoral peeked from beneath the fabric. I was lucky to keep myself from drooling at the sight of the black ink tracing around his toned muscles and perfectly sculpted skin.

“I want you to taste me, Lily. I can’t wait to feel that warm mouth of yours wrapped around every inch of my cock,” he said as he began unbuttoning his pants.

I probably looked a little scared as I tried desperately not to appear as eager as I felt. Just the idea of pleasuring him had me trembling with anticipation. I quivered uncontrollably—my legs shaking, my mouth dry, and my senses screaming for reprieve. The thrumming of my heartbeat began to drown out the sounds of the party above us.

“Say something,” Chaz said with thickness to his voice—as if he was attempting to control himself. “Tell me you want this, Lil. Tell me you want me in your mouth.”

“Yes, Chaz,” I whimpered. “I want you… please.”

“That’s right. I could tell you’ve wanted this ever since you walked in on me,” he said with a smirk. As soon as the words poured from his lips, my stare left the bulge in his pants and met his lust-filled eyes.

“I… I’m…” I stuttered, unsure of exactly what to say. I had no idea he even knew I had witnessed him with another girl.

“Christ, that was hot,” he interrupted. “The fact you knew of my preferences and still wanted me—by far, the sexiest thing about you.”

Wow. He thought my moment of sex-spying was hot? And here I thought I was the only one who got pleasure out of that moment.

“Now, what is it that you want again, Lily? Tell me,” he demanded.

“I want you, Chaz,” I answered in a breathless plea. “I want you in my mouth.”

“Hell yeah, you do,” he responded while releasing his cock from his pants and immediately placing it against my awaiting lips.




Find Rene's books:

Heart You (Roommate Romance #1)

Genre: Erotica (Ménage – F/F/M)
Rated: 4.8 out of 5 stars
Length: approximately 7200 words
Cover by: self
ISBN-13: 978-1482782295
ASIN: B00BUU4WJY

Amazon Kindle: www.amzn.com/B00BUU4WJY
Amazon Paperback: www.amzn.com/1482782294




Bind Me (Roommate Romance #2)

Genre: Erotica (light BDSM)
Rated: 4.9 out of 5 stars
Length: approximately 6600 words
Cover by: self
ISBN-13: 978-1484845202
ASIN: B00CAZS9RE

Amazon Paperback: http://www.amzn.com/148484520X