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Sex Up Your Sunday with Allyson Young!

1/29/2017

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Happy Sunday! Hope you've all had a good weekend. Mine's been pretty nice - a bit of writing, a bit of chilling out, and a bit of cinema. It's all good and, as usual, it's all over too quickly. Still, there's a few hours of Sunday left, so let's spend it wisely with Allyson Young!
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Desiree lost her heart to Tahl before he moved away, pursuing a redheaded shifter. Devastated, she somehow managed to hope he got what he needed. Except, being part Fae, she now believes she’s cursed him. Tahl has returned, unmated, refusing to share what transpired.

When Tahl pursues her, realizing what she has always meant to him, Desi desperately avoids, her guilt—and refusal to be second choice—a deterrent to her heart. Her twenty-fifth birthday approaches, and hot from the chase, Tahl corners her. He triggers her heat and she must allow him to assuage it, however outraged and resentful she might be.

The redhead follows Tahl, refusing to accept his mating—he can’t be bonded should his mate die... The males fail to thwart the nefarious plan, and the true nature of both females is revealed. Only one bitch can win and keep Tahl’s heart, and Desi won’t lose.

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Now that he was here, he was stalling, and he grimaced. Nothing much scared him, but the female presumably inside the cabin… He forced his feet to carry up the short set of stairs and opened the front door with a confidence he didn’t feel. Until he saw her.

Huddled on the couch, facing him, was his future mate, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—or scented. Cheeks flushed, hair now streaming in wild abandon and clothing awry, she glared at him, her rage muted by the trembling need radiating from her tense body.

“Baby. I got here as soon as I could. I—” His attempt at an apology was overridden as Desi lurched to her feet.


“It’s not fucking fair that I have no recourse in this, Tahl. It’s a done deal because you decided. You. And now I’m stuck with you. I have to submit to your … physical attentions so I can function.” She laughed, a harsh mimicry of her usual, musical burst of sound. The one he hadn’t heard in his vicinity for a very long time but had never forgotten. The dichotomy scalded his senses.


She stood, her body shaking, the hormonal flux pouring off of her, and he balled his fists to keep his hands to himself. A vastly angry Desiree was an incredibly beautiful and appealing female and his wolf seethed with impatience against her siren call. Tahl shoved his animal back and cudgeled his brain for something that would soothe her. Some sense of self-preservation kept him from offering his heart. It was quite likely she’d carve it out of his chest and eat it with a spoon.


His breath stuttered as with awkward, jerky movements, she yanked at the front of her silky shirt, the fine fabric rending beneath her impatient hands. She threw the remnants in the general direction of the couch before working at the zipper on her little skirt. The garment slid over her thighs to pool around her ankles, his avid stare tracking it as the black lace of her matching panties was revealed as well as the long length of her legs. She stepped out, nearly losing her balance, and kicked the material away.


This was so not how he imagined it. Throat dry, he closed the distance. “Desiree. Easy, baby. Let me—”


“You’ve done enough, Tahl,” she coughed out between shuddering breaths. “Now do what nature intended.” Her pretty bra popped open and her breasts were displayed. Sitting high on her narrow torso, they were in perfect proportion to the rest of her, though visibly swollen with need, the dark nipples beaded tightly.


Everything in him screamed to take her right fucking now, his cock so hard it hurt, his wolf groveling. Groveling. With inner strength he somehow drew from somewhere, perhaps his conscience, maybe his aching heart, he wrestled his libido into submission and hugged her instead. Trying to offer her comfort. His eyes closed against the intense draw of her soft, silky skin, the heat of her radiating intensely to the very marrow of his bones.


Desiree wrestled free, wild-eyed and flushed. Surely no other male would have been so fucking stupid as to trigger his future mate’s heat on the side of a goddamn highway and then leave her unfulfilled? He cursed himself again.


She scrabbled at the fine stuff of her underwear and it met the same fate as her shirt. Tahl drank in his first sight of the female who was his, all creamy skin and smooth curves, the soft dark hair at her apex neatly trimmed. But she was shaking harder, out of control, the scent of her arousal overwhelming him, and instinct took over.


With economic movements, he stripped off his own clothing. Desiree swayed, her eyes tightly shut as she panted through the tiny whimpers falling from her lips. He spoke her name even as he gathered her up and bore her down on the wide, soft couch, but she wouldn’t—or couldn’t—open her eyes.


There was no time, or need, or foreplay. He’d left her too long. Testing her preparedness with one finger, he grunted his satisfaction. Soaked. Her thighs opened wide for him as he maneuvered between them, her arms splayed and her head thrown back. She writhed, her wolf clearly right at the surface, and her whimpers escalated both in volume and quantity.


Recognizing the time for fucking couldn’t be put off by conversation, however necessary, he fit the weeping crown of his cock against her opening. Wet, sultry heat engulfed him as he surged inside on a desperate thrust. And froze at her muffled yelp.


“Fuck me, baby. Fuck. Me.” He wrapped her up, working his arms beneath her shoulders to tuck
her as tightly against him as he could manage while holding his cock steady, giving her time to adjust. It was his turn to screw his own eyes shut in order to concentrate on not moving one fucking iota. He’d just taken her virginity, and even his wolf paused in its desperation to claim her.


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Allyson Young lives in a cottage country in Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She worked in the human services all across Canada and has seen the best and worst of what people bring to the table. Allyson has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, published in small newspapers and the like, although her work appeared in her high school yearbooks too! After reading an erotic romance, quite by accident, she decided to try her hand at penning erotica.

Allyson will write until whatever she has inside her is satisfied- when all the heroes man up and all the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and Allyson favours the darker side of romance.

http://www.allysonyoung.com
allysonyoung45@gmail.com

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Sex Up Your Monday with Kacey Hammell

1/23/2017

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Breaking with tradition this week! I should have posted this yesterday, but I was knee-deep in edits for a Naomi Clark project, as well as battling a cold that might also be a virus. Time will tell! Either way, I got distracted. And today I'm off sick with said cold/virus, so I'm catching up. Anyway, that's all a long-winded way of saying hello to Kacey Hammell!
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Thank you so much for sharing my new release with your readers!
I hope everyone enjoys the story as much as I did writing it.
Happy Reading!!

Title: Payback’s a Bitch
Author: Kacey Hammell
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Short Story / Romance on the Go
ISBN # 978-1-77339-141-0
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Word count: 9,000
Heat Level: 3

**Author Note: This book was previously released at another publisher. It has been revised extensively with a new title for re-release.

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No amount of braking will stop this payback from crashing and burning.

Racecar driver Lark Stevens agrees to help a close friend prove that paybacks can be a bitch. What she doesn’t expect is to fall in lust with her mark.
Set on her mission, Lark assumes the mystery man who amps up the heat and pushes her heart into overdrive is her intended target. And once they connect, getting even is the last thing on her mind.
As the heat smolders and revs from zero to sixty in mere seconds, Lark realizes she's on a crash course of emotion that no amount of braking will stop.

Warning: No-holds-barred sexual teasing, dances meant to titillate and push you over the edge, and M/F love scenes to get engines revving.

5 out of 5 Stars ~ “It’s quick. It’s dirty. It’s satisfying.” Author, SJ Maylee
5 out of 5 Stars ~~ “…a quick, hot read that will get your motor running.” Leisha, Goodreads


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Wednesday Snippet - He wondered if she knew how dangerous she was

1/15/2017

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Happy Hump Day! I've been back at work on The Last Sin, which means you get another sneak preview of Marya and Luka's story. Hope you enjoy it!
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He could almost hear Ivan's voice in his head, telling him to take proper care of his precious daughter. Even if he couldn't imagine that so well, the urge would still have been there. He liked to think he had that much decency left in him. “We can find somewhere to stop for a few hours if you want,” he said.


She turned to him with another of those brilliant smiles, brimming with gratitude. “Please. I'm starving and I need a shower.” She hugged herself, expression turning thoughtful. “It feels wrong to be worrying about such mundane things.”
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He shook his head. “Not at all. It's the best thing to do. Don't dwell on the darkness, Masha. You escaped. You're safe.”
She bit her lip, a maddening gesture that always made him want to touch her. “The other girls...will they be okay, do you think?”

He hadn't thought about them for one second after he'd let them out. “They'll be fine.” There was no reason why they wouldn't be, after all. They weren't that far from Kraków. If any of them wanted to go the police, that was fine by Luka. None of them would be able to say a damn thing that would damage him or endanger Marya.
She nodded, turning to look out the window. “I hope so. I doubt any of them have a father to send men like you after them.”

She meant it as a compliment, but guilt stabbed at him again nonetheless. He realised suddenly how difficult it would be to be alone with her, to handle her gratitude towards him. He'd never been alone with her before at all. He'd never even sat this close to her. For all his lustful thoughts – and there were so, so many – he'd never had his self-control tested.

And she, of course, had always been as cold as an ice carving. Not just to him, but all her father's men, because she was simply so far above them all in every way that mattered. Ivan had her cordoned off, waiting for marriage to some Bratva prince one day. She was never rude, never anything less than gracious to any of her father's men, but everyone knew she was off-limits. She was not for them, not in any way.

And now they were alone together, and the way she looked at him, the way she smiled, threatened to break every rule Luka knew, every rule he had.

He wondered if she knew how dangerous she was.
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Sex Up Your Sunday with Lynn Burke

1/15/2017

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Happy Sunday, folks! Once again, the end of the weekend has come around too quickly, and Monday is looming like some terrible...Monday on the horizon. Luckily, I've got something to cheer you up! Did you miss Lynn Burke's Risso family? Well, they're back!
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No One Until Her
Risso Family #6
Erotic Romance / BDSM / Menage

By Lynn Burke
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release date: January 12, 2017

Kaden Quinn has life by the balls and enjoys his side job as a Dom in a downtown Boston BDSM club. What he doesn’t want—or need—is a pseudo-sub trying to shred the veil that protects his painful past.

When untamed Livi Risso's insatiable need to get to the bottom of a story leads her to an exclusive kink club, her curiosity ignites upon meeting a restrained Dom who refuses to touch her.

Kaden feigns disinterest while scening, but that doesn’t stop Livi from experiencing intimacy like she’s never imagined. When one misstep leaves Kaden shaken, will Livi be the one to break down his wall against love?

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Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/no-one-until-her-by-lynn-burke/
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Excerpt:

“What’s your name, sub?” I asked.

“Li … Lisa.”

I narrowed my gaze and stared down at her. “If you say so, Bella.”

“Bella?” Her head tilted to the side, her eyes slightly widened. “Is that a compliment?”

“You’re Italian, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s what I’ll call you.” A light flush spread across her high cheekbones and she bit her lower lip. Goddamn cock sprung to full attention. “First thing you ought to know—and should have learned long before entering this club as a sub—your gaze belongs on your Dom’s boots, your knees on the floor.”

The bulge in my leathers snagged her attention as her head lowered and she hesitated. A shudder rippled down through her, but she sank to her knees with practiced ease, a waft of subtle sweetness, what had to be expensive perfume, floating around me. My mouth watered. Long, glossy dark hair cascaded around her downturned face. Her shoulders remained back and straight.

Trying to ignore the press of my goddamn zipper into my cock—and prickle of unease tingling the back of my neck—I glanced across the room at Devon, one of the few Doms who didn’t mind switching.

He lounged in a chair, drink in hand, but otherwise unoccupied. Bella’s appearance had already drawn his attention. He gawked like a starstruck lover at the goddess kneeling at my feet.

The idea of sharing the tasty morsel of a pseudo-sub twisted my gut, but the thought that touching her skin would definitely cause trouble overrode my Neanderthal side. 

As though feeling my stare, Devon lifted his gaze to mine.

I quirked a brow in invitation.

He shot out of his seat with a shit-eating grin and strode across the room. He stood a good half-foot shorter than me, but we both had blue eyes, the same light hair, and square jaw… We’d enjoyed our fair share of women fantasizing about brothers.

“Master Devon, care to join us this evening?"

About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Her current work, the Risso Family Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.

Find Lynn on her 
website, Facebook, Twitter, Amazon, and Goodreads.

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Wednesday Snippet - Brigadiers are not to be argued with. We are to be obeyed.

1/11/2017

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In line with my resolution to not start any new stories this year, I spent a lot of Sunday working on one of my works in progress, The Last Sin. And since I was pretty damn productive, I figured I'd share a little glimpse of Marya and Luka's story with you! Happy Hump Day ;)
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Around five in the morning, they found a cheap, tawdry roadside motel. The room was small and smelt of mildew, and Marya couldn't help but speculate negatively about the kind of people who normally used such places. But it had a working shower and there was an all-night cafe just across the road, and frankly that made it paradise to her.

“Go get some food,” she told Luka, kicking off her shoes. “I don't care what it is.”

He hesitated in the doorway, watching her with a look she couldn't interpret. “I'll wait until you've showered and we'll go together.”


Her spine prickled. “Do you think someone might have followed us?”


“No, not at all. I just wouldn't be doing my job very well if I left you alone in a strange motel room.”


She laughed and shrugged. “I can't argue with that, I suppose.”

“You shouldn't argue with me at all,” he told her, with just a flicker of humour. “Brigadiers are not to be argued with. We are to be obeyed.”


Liking even that small hint of playfulness, she tipped him a mocking salute. “Yes, sir.”


Something dark and fierce crossed his face, lighting a little fire of excitement deep inside her. “Clean up,” he ordered, turning away from her abruptly. “The sooner you do that, the sooner we can eat and rest.”


The fire died. She reminded herself, as she had hundreds of thousands of times over the years, that Luka Sokolov was off-limits. Now, of all times, was not the time to forget that. He'd rescued her on her father's orders, not out of some chivalrous, romantic impulse. She was part of his job, and once she was back home, she'd cease to even be that. She be back to being the Pakhan's Daughter, a precious, protected exotic pet.


Frustrated with herself, she went into the tiny bathroom and locked the door.




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Sex Up your Sunday with Lily Harlem!

1/8/2017

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Say hello to Lily Harlem! She's making your Sunday a little bit brighter with her ROCK STARZ trilogy. If you're in the mood for hot men and hot music, why not check it out?
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OUT NOW, Lily Harlem's ROCK STARZ trilogy. Three short stories that will heat your ereader and get your heart beating to a super-sexy tune.

Rock band Manic Machines have taken over the globe with their funky, sassy tunes, yet these rock stars are all missing one thing in their lives - love. But you don't get to be as successful as they are without steely determination and off-the-scale passion, so when these musicians decide which girl they want, there's no escape and they'll go to any length to reach that high.

Each book is fine as a standalone read, but in order you'll get to enjoy each band member's journey to happily ever after. Please note, previously published with different cover art, the content remains the same.


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Mattress Music

Is it possible to lose one’s ability to orgasm? Nina has. Lately, her fun weekend hook-ups have been more ho-hum than hot damn! It doesn’t help that she has three flatmates and is forced to play loud music to mask the sounds of her lovemaking. Talk about distracting! Of course, there’s another reason Nina’s less than satisfied these days...she’s just having a hard time admitting it. 

It’s a good thing she’s met Ian, then. Not content to be a weekend hook-up, Ian is set on giving Nina what she’s been missing while making her admit what she needs. His talented fingers—and other body parts—are up to the task. But Ian’s not admitting a few things himself. Turns out his fingers can do more than make Nina’s body sing. 

When she discovers his secret, it’s time for both of them to face the music. 



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Mirror Music

As Robbie Harding belts out hit song ‘Jenny’ to a packed Wembley Stadium, my heart tears, my mind spins and my insides heat to a lusty, pulsing boiling point.

Why me more than the other 90,000 screaming fans?

Because I’m Jenny—he’s singing about me.

The guy is sex on legs with a voice to match and has starred in all my hot dreams since the day boys became interesting and for three precious years, it was more than hot dreams. Turns out he wants me back in his life and his bed. How can I resist?

So with lots of naked, sweaty and downright dirty time to make up for, I wield my backstage pass, hunt him down and refuse to be starstruck by the boy next door. Seems Robbie agrees, as he insists on tuning in to my needs and rediscovering our rhythm in a very unusual bedroom.

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Menage a Music

Most women would think themselves eternally lucky to have a hot, sinfully sexy rock star giving them the serious come-on—so imagine how I felt to find not one but two giving me the eye! Phew! I was turning somersaults.

But of course this led to a massive and, quite honestly, unenviable dilemma. How the heck do you choose between two rock gods who want nothing more than to give you pleasure of the extremely intense variety?

Lucky for me these global superstars were brothers who knew just how to share the same toy—sorry, I mean woman. That left me free to take a break from managing the band and let their experienced, talented hands manage me.

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Happy New Year!

1/2/2017

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Guys. We made it. 2016 is done and 2017 is here. Depending on your world view, that's not necessarily a good thing, but hey. The years themselves aren't bad, right? It's the actions we take that are good or bad, and I intend to take a lot of good action in 2017. You can read a bit about that at my Naomi Clark blog if you're so interested. I won't repeat it here, though. Instead I'm going to focus on my one writing resolution for 2017.

I resolve not to start any new projects.

That...that might sound kinda weird, but as of right now, I have twelve open projects across both pen names. And dammit, I want to finish ALL OF THEM in 2017. I'm really prone to getting excited about crazy new ideas and dropping everything to start work on them IMMEDIATELY, whilst neglecting those other projects. Sometimes that's good! It's how I wrote MR. RED. Sometimes it's bad, however, because I end up not getting anything finished. So year. Twelve open projects is easily a year's worth of work, and so I resolve not to start anything new and just focus on finishing these damned works-in-progess.

Under Amber Morgan, I have the following projects to work on:

Wild Blood MC #3 - technically I haven't actually started writing this yet, but I have enough of it planned that it counts.
The Last Sin - Russian mob romance
Keys to the Kingdom - London crime family romance/thriller
Impact - MMA/new adult romance
Blood of Angels - paranormal romance
Last Hope, Alaska - shapeshifter romance

Of these six, Blood and Angels and Last Hope, Alaska, are at the bottom of the to-do list, so if I don't get round to finishing them in the next twelve months, I won't feel too bad about it. But I'm really in love with all the others, and desperate to make as much progress as possible. No distractions! No shiny new ideas! No more messing around! And this time, I mean it! This is going to require a lot of tea.
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Hopefully I can resist the temptation to start all the other stories swimming around in my head! Wish me luck, and Happy New Year, everyone! See you soon with some snippets from all these WIPS :D
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