Heat up #Halloween with romance and in a #teaser from Clip my Wings. #eroticromance #paranormalromance Marianne sells spells and potions. Magic is in the air.

 

Gorgeous Drew loves the ladies. His best friend tells him he's addicted to sex. 
Marianne owns and runs a new age shop. She sells her spells and potions
aware of Drew's conquests and sometimes she wishes he'd look her way.

Magic is in the air. A series of events will unfold that changes everything.

An erotic romance, full of sex, romance and magic, this short story will delight.

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Drew ran down the two flights of stairs to the enormous kitchen. The strong aroma of coffee greeted him.

Marianne was already at work in one corner, weighing, mixing, stirring, and filling the colored vials for the shop. She bent over the table. Her shapely ass clothed in denim shorts immediately captured his attention. Sexual need slammed into him. His stomach clenched and his cock jerked. The spasm completed his erection. Drew’s gaze roamed over her shapely thighs—the way a V-shaped space formed between them at the top, the soft part at the bottom of her ass…

I could slide my fingers into that space. A handful of that ass is just what I need. Damn, she’s my oldest friend, and—not interested.

He turned and ran back up the stairs. His cock strained behind his zipper. He hadn’t reached the sanctuary of his own bedroom before he opened his jeans and sheathed his erection in one hand. He closed the bedroom door already gasping, working his cock to orgasm. He leaned on the door and gave himself what he knew he must. The orgasm ripped through him and buckled his knees. He slid down the door, his T-shirt rumpling up at the back, but catching on his chest muscles at the front, his breathing heavy. Fucking hell…Drew squatted there to calm himself. Sometimes the peace of having an orgasm didn’t last long these days, and he’d be looking forward to the next in minutes.

Drew stood and strode to his bathroom. He cleaned up and looked into the mirror again. Get a fucking grip. With that thought, he walked over to his bedroom window, a wide double door that led to a balcony. It was still early enough for the street below to lack the throng of tourists, or the writhing participants of a festival. Drew leaned on the pale green wrought iron balustrade and looked down. He’d fucked a young woman against the rail two nights ago. He pictured her hanging onto the rail moaning, as he fucked her from behind. Drew shook his head, trying to clear it. They love it … they always come … I’m tender … caring…He left the balcony and went slowly down the stairs to the kitchen.

Empty now of the enticement that was Marianne, Drew poured a cup of coffee and wandered over to check out the diary. They had a tour to conduct at midday in the cemetery. It would be full of potential conquests, young women throwing caution to the wind as they vacationed in the warm, historic city. Lovely sexy women in tiny shorts, or dresses that floated to the floor, as he took them off, they never said no to him. They sometimes asked to see him again, but no way was he going there. No woman wants to know she’s a one-night stand, a fuck. He’d smile his charming smile, nod a little, and tell them he’d find them. He knew the vague promise was enough in the heady atmosphere of New Orleans.

Drew sat down heavily on one of the carved wooden kitchen chairs. Lots of the furniture was antique. Marianne’s mom had left her not just the shop, but also the house, and everything in it. Her mom had provided the recipes for the spells they sold to tourists. These days, they sold other things too, Tie-dyed silk scarves, candles, watercolor paintings by some of the local artists, trinkets, and they conducted “spooky tours.”

Drew and Marianne had known each other since they met in junior high school. When he came home from NYU with degrees in music technology, she was there to welcome him. A frown creased his forehead. Was I addicted to sex then? I can’t remember it. When did it first start? He threw the remains of his coffee in the sink and placed the cup in the dishwasher. Maybe Marianne knows … maybe she noticed.

 Copyright Elodie Parkes

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#MWTease and #coverreveal from the second edition of 'The Picnic' as Side Street Cookie Publishing takes over from Moon Rose #paranormalromance

#MWTease from The Picnic

A single originally published in A Celtic Tapestry Anthology

Ava McCartney relaxes from her stressful job by walking in the woods. One day she chances upon Morgan Green. He’s hypnotic in more ways than one and Ava doubles back to take another look at him. A mystery man, an enigma, sexy as hell, Morgan just might be the man Ava longs for.

Morgan discovers his home is under threat from developers, and decides to fight back.

His beauty and gentleness hide a powerful man. Who is he really?

New cover for The Picnic

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When the sun woke Ava as it streamed through her bedroom window the next morning, she stretched, realizing she felt happy. She sang little snatches of favorite songs as she dressed, and checked her bag for the things she would need to get started on her work in the forest.

Ava was still singing as she drove to the smallholding and parked in the yard at the front. The ‘For Sale’ signs had been partially covered over with stick-on ‘Sold’ labels in red and white. The former owner of the smallholding had left as soon as the contracts were exchanged and the place had a sad air about it.

Ava walked down through the fields and past the few pens, now empty of chickens and piglets, to the edge of the woods that were under threat.

She was unsure where Morgan might meet her, at this side of the woods or the other side, and so for a short time she took photographs of the oldest oak and ash trees. She looked around. It felt as if someone was watching her, but she could see no one. She took out her small, sharp pruning shears to take a sample of a particular plant. She’d placed the cutting in a small, plastic zip-lock bag when she looked around again certain someone or something was watching her.

She didn’t see or hear anyone and so she wandered further into the wild forest where the trees were growing very close to each other, some covered in ivy. Ava saw mistletoe growing on an old oak and she went towards it, fascinated. The pearly berries were already there, and the plant looked especially healthy and festive amongst the oak leaves that had the slightest hint of gold on the edges.

The hairs rose on Ava’s neck as she realized she wasn’t alone. She closed her eyes in fear, but then snapped them open, as she quickly turned to whack the person with her backpack.

It was Morgan, and for a split second, Ava saw him covered in leaves that were green, copper, red, and gold. His eyes, instead of the wonderful blue she knew, appeared bright green.

She stepped back from him, gasping.

“Ava, I’m sorry, did I startle you? You looked so fascinated by the mistletoe I didn’t want to call out.” Morgan’s blue eyes expressed concern. He held out his arms to shelter her within them and chase away the fear he saw in her eyes.

Ava stepped into the circle of his arms and he hugged her to his chest. It was comforting and he had the loveliest fragrance of spruce and cedar about him.

“Morgan,” she almost whispered his name. “I’ve been feeling watched since I got into the forest, so you did startle me a little.”

He took her face in his hands to kiss her slowly and tenderly. “Maybe it was the forest sprites, the woodland elves, or maybe squirrels. There are heaps here.” He hugged her. “Are you okay?”

She grinned. “Yes, thank you. You very nearly got a whack with my backpack.”

Morgan smiled, but didn’t comment, and took her hand to lead her further into the forest.

“I’ll show you where a rare orchid grows wild.”

Ava held his hand tightly. It was so good to feel his skin.

Copyright Elodie Parkes and Side Street Cookie Publishing 2015

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4. Carlene Love Flores	5. Doris O'Connor	6. S. J. Maylee
7. Nicola Cameron Writes	8. Kiru Taye Writes	9. Jacey Holbrand
10. Living the Dream	11. elodie parkes erotic romance	12. Raw Talent Series
13. Lucy Felthouse	14. London's Scribbles	15. Raven McAllan
16. Michaela Rhua

Jewel Quinlan drops by the blog with her fab new release, 'Sweet Surrender Succubus'

New Release: Surrender Sweet Succubus by @JewelQuinlan

 When Dr. Stephen Wallace, a fertility specialist from Sydney Australia, is approached by his brother and sister-in-law for help conceiving a child there is no way he can refuse. Since they have already exhausted all the possibilities modern medicine can provide, Stephen turns to his skills as a shaman for alternative solutions. His search leads him to Las Vegas, Nevada on a slim lead to capture a succubus who he hopes has the power to help. But when he meets Geneva, the exotic and passionate succubus, he finds himself being captured instead.

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A peek inside Surrender Sweet Succubus:

“I came here because I was looking for a succubus…” he began.

            “Mm hm. Well, you found one.”

            He lost his train of thought as she rolled a tube of lipstick over her lips. The same lips that had been wrapped around his cock last night doing the most wicked things to him.

            She finished and started to walk back into the bathroom but her feet stopped short just before the door as if she had hit an invisible barrier. The look on her face was almost comical.

            “What the…?” She backed up a step and then tried to move forward again but was halted once more in the same place. She reached in front of her and grabbed the doorway then tried to pull herself through but from the waist down, nothing else moved.

            “What the hell is going on?!” She sounded scared now.

            He stood. It was working, the binding spell was working! “Okay, I don’t want you to get upset but I put a binding spell on you.” He couldn’t help feeling bad about it. It wasn’t really in his nature to cast such spells but it had been necessary.

            “You did what?” Her tone turned to acid and her eyes narrowed.

            “A binding spell,” he repeated, “So you can’t go more than three yards away from me. Sorry, were you trying to go to the bathroom?”

            He moved closer to give her more slack so she could go in. She stumbled slightly as the perimeter of the bind shifted. She straightened, looking even more upset, and moved away from the bathroom towards the front door.

            “How dare you!” she raged. “I am not to be held in bondage by any man. Release me at once!” Her hands scrabbled at the door behind her for the knob.

            “I’ll remove it I swear! It’s just, I need your help with something and I didn’t want you to disappear. I wasn’t sure how you would react when I told you I knew what you were.”

            “You think I’m going to help you now!?” She looked like she would hit him if she could. Her eyes blazed emerald fire.

            “I think, when you listen to what I have to say, you will.”

            “And what if I don’t want to listen? You’re going to force me?”

            He started to negate it but then stopped. She was right. The look in his sister-in-law’s eyes had haunted him since they’d spoken. He couldn’t let her down. Couldn’t let them both go on with the heartache of being childless. He shook his head, not knowing what to say.

            “That’s it, I knew it! You men are all the same. You just take what you want and bend other people to your will.”

            He held his hands out to her in pause. “Now look, I don’t even know if you can help me. I just wanted the opportunity to discuss it with you. That’s all. But before we do there’s something else I have to tell you about.” Better to come clean right away. He slowly inched forward towards her.

            She yanked the door open. “I don’t care! Whatever it is, I’m not doing it you jerk!” she said, turning to go.

            He quickly called out, “I just wanted to be honest and tell you…”

            She took one step and then crumpled into a heap on the carpet.

            “…about the sedative.”

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About the Author

From a young age, Jewel Quinlan had an abundant imagination and strong desire to write novels.  She particularly enjoys writing paranormal and fantasy romance. An avid traveler, she has visited fifteen countries so far (which she enjoys using as settings in her novels) and has plans to see more of the world. She has a particular fondness for Bavaria and studies the German language as one of her hobbies. During the day, she works as a pharmaceutical sales representative and, at night, she writes romance. She currently lives in Orange County, California with her two dogs; Shimmer and Penny.

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The Old Star release day, so exciting

The Old Star

She was looking for new office space...but it found her…what’s hidden in this spooky place?

When Cathy Faraday goes out from her office to buy morning tea, a set of circumstances send her on a different route from the one she would normally take. Waiting on a street unknown to her is a house. Old and left to fade away the house looks shabby against its neighbors. The whole row of houses are now offices and Cathy sees a ‘for let sign’ outside the place. Something draws her to the house. Someone watches from the third floor window.

Cathy applies to rent the building to expand her dating agency business. As she begins to make it ready, the house reveals its secrets.

Erotic paranormal romance, set in contemporary England this story will haunt you.

Graphic sex/love scenes. 18+ only. 

 Snippet:

Sitting opposite each other with their coffee in the low lighting, Cathy watched Matt for a few moments as he told her about a new house he was designing for one of his clients. He was nice, he was attractive, but he didn’t light her fire the way Owen Sheringham had that afternoon. She smiled at Matt.

“Thank you for coming with me to check out the lights. Thanks for being kind and nice.”

She saw him bask in her words and it hurt her to see it. A wash of sorrow dampened her pleasure in the kindness he’d shown her. If only she could have given him more than the friendship, she knew was all she could offer.

When they split up to go their separate ways, her sorrow made her lean to him and kiss his cheek. She drew back and saw it had been the wrong thing to do. There was hope in his eyes.

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