Sunday, July 27, 2014

#SneakPeek of SWEET SURRENDER by @HouseofTaboo author Lia Michaels #menage #erotic


Welcome to the House of Taboo! I'm Lia Michaels, your host and owner of this "nightclub" where all your fantasies are explored. The more taboo the better! In fact, for more sinfully sassy topics, we have Taboo II just behind the purple velvet curtain...

Before you head over there to talk with The Vixen, why not join me for a few margaritas and get a little teaser from my new novelette, Sweet Surrender? It's the next part of the story of my favorite Candy Kisses Gang. You remember them...the sexy former marines and the rich entrepreneur give a Detroit caterer an offer she couldn't refuse. What starts off as a business proposition quickly heats up to a menage a quatre so hot, you have to wear oven mitts to hold your Kindles and Nooks!

Candice Monroe is the lucky broad who gets not one, not two, but THREE hunks in her bed. She's in love with them all but her bond with Gabriel is over the top. Not to be outdone, Alexander and Darrin share a love from years before and now have their second chance together. The pairs are delish but the four of them will put you in a coma of pure sexual bliss.

Don't believe me? Check out this snippet from the prologue of Sweet Surrender. It picks up right where Have a Naughty, Naughty Christmas left off in Maui. Our lovers ring in the New Year together...

This scene is from Alexander's POV. He's dealing with some serious issues this go round. Will the foursome be able to weather the storm? You'll have to read it all to find out!

Alexander opened his eyes as two more sets of hands and lips explored his body. He reached out and combed his fingers through Darrin’s unruly salt and pepper, shoulder length hair.  There was nothing like the rush that coursed through him when he pulled his lover’s hair as he fucked him. Tonight he suppressed the urge and enjoyed the other sensations crashing through his body.
Candice popped his dick out of her mouth as Gabriel embraced her from behind. His hands kneaded and squeezed her tits then pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
Alexander’s cock bounced in time with each pinch and twist.
Darrin worked his way up Alexander’s abs to his throat and finally the sweet spot under his ear.
Sweet Jesus. All three of them torturing me at once. Not sure I can take this much longer. Alexander used his grip on Darrin’s hair and guided him further up to his hungry mouth. With both hands on either side of his face, Alexander kissed Darrin with abandon. He hoped the kiss conveyed how desperately he needed Darrin now and always.
Gabriel tore open a condom and sheathed Alexander’s cock then held Candice up as she eased down until her inner muscles accommodated him. She leaned forward and rested her hands on Alexander’s chest as Gabriel helped her move up and down. Her cunt squeezed Alexander’s cock hard with every plunge with a force that drove him closer and closer to his release.
Alexander didn’t want to give up yet. He needed a distraction and an eager Darrin provided it. He grasped Darrin’s cock and squeezed in the same rhythm of Candice’s rocking body.
Darrin moaned the instant Alexander’s lips sealed around the head of his cock. “Christ, Al, that feels fucking fantastic.”
Candice shifted forward as Gabriel entered her ass. She kept Alexander’s dick buried inside her as Gabriel stretched her other opening.
Alexander sucked harder and moved his hand faster along Darrin’s shaft. He wanted all of them to come together and had held off longer than he’d ever been able to do in the past. Finally, with one more thrust, Gabriel cried out. Candice’s pussy clenched repeatedly and took Alexander with her. As his cum shot out of him and filled the condom, Darrin reached his climax and exploded deep in Alexander’s throat. He continued to suck and lick until Darrin collapsed in a heap next to him.
The four of them didn’t move for a good five minutes. As their breathing slowed each turned to Alexander. Candice smiled and kissed the skin below his navel. “Happy New Year, Alex. May all your dreams come true.”
“They already have.”

The four of them curled up against each other with Candice and Alexander in the middle and Darrin and Gabriel on either side. This was the way he slept the best, with all of them wrapped around each other. Before their trip to Maui, Alexander had spent many nights tossing and turning, praying sleep would come. When it did, his dreams had more often than not been taken over by the demons of his past. Only in their arms had his dreams changed from dark and lonely, to bright and hopeful. He had never considered himself a religious person, but he prayed nonetheless. For the first time in my life, I’m truly happy. It’s all because of them. Please don’t let me do anything to screw it up. 

©Lia Michaels and Sassy Vixen Publishing
All Rights Reserved

This one will be released before the end of September in our next anthology Season of Sun and Sin. Check back in tomorrow. I hope to have a cover reveal for this one. You don't want to miss it! Now for the spicy cucumber margarita!

Salute!

~Luscious Lia

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

#FreedomHop Celebration with Author Lia Michaels @HouseofTaboo #menage #RomanticSuspense


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As a book lover, don't take for granted your freedom to read. In this era of technology, books are at our fingertips and reading is something we make time for. eBook, audiobooks and good old-fashioned paperbacks give readers of all types the opportunity to enjoy reading.

Which type of books do you enjoy? Is it the fingernail-biting suspense? The thrill of an erotic romance? Or the fantasy of paranormal romance? Do you like your books to take you out of this world? Or is all about the possibilities in a contemporary romance?

Welcome to House of Taboo! I'm Lia Michaels and your host for this stop for The Freedom Hop. As you can tell from the short intro above, we're celebrating our freedom to "live, love and read." 

Think about it. What would your life be like right now if you were denied the freedom to read. I know it's hard for many of you to imagine, but there was a time in this country where girls/women weren't taught how to read. It wasn't thought to be an important asset to find a husband. You just had to look pretty and maintain a household and pop out kids. 

Even today, in the twenty-first century there are people without the right to read. That fact makes me sad. If I didn't have my escapes with my characters, I'd go bonkers. I'm not restricting this to the characters in the stories I write, but all the fabulous ones brought to life in the pages of all the books I have on my shelves and on my Kindles. 

Those stories helped me get through some very rough patches in my life. Without them, I'd probably be in a mental hospital somewhere on a suicide watch because of debilitating depression. Those tales allowed me to escape the pain I was going through long enough for me to heal and find the strength to move on.


Move on I did! I found my happily ever after and now make sure the characters of my stories find theirs too. To celebrate our freedom to read and get lost in other worlds, I'm giving away an eBook copy of Sweet, Sultry and Oh So Taboo to FOUR lucky winners. All you have to do is leave a comment below with your contact details. On Tuesday, July 8th I'll announce the winners and send out the prizes.

Here are the blurbs for the three stories included in the little anthology from Sassy Vixen Publishing.

The “Sweet” from Stephanie Ryan’s Dangerous Medicine (M/F): Detroit based veterinary surgeon Miranda Jacobs puts her fast-paced career on hold in order to be with her family at her brother's bedside. It's on the way to the hospital that she literally collides with Detective Jake Martinelli. Sparks fly between them, and Miranda finds herself fiercely attracted to Jake even though she knows very little about him. 

The “Sultry” from Tammy Dennings Maggy’s Meet Me Under the Mistletoe (MF): Coast Guard Steve Sanders is called to assist a sinking vessel. His pregnant wife Jolene waits for his return when the rescue mission has goes horribly wrong. Will a miracle bring him back to meet his wife under the mistletoe? 


The “Taboo” from Lia Michaels’s Have a Naughty, Naughty Christmas (MFMM): Candice, Alexander and Gabriel own Candy Kisses, the place to be in Detroit. The business partners have kept their desires hidden. When a wealthy playboy extends an offer that allows them to indulge their wildest fantasies, they embark on a very naughty Christmas. 

Makes sure you get yourself in the running for this fun collection and catch up with my Candy Kisses Gang! I'll be releasing the next part of their story in the Season of Sun and Sin anthology coming out soon!

Also make sure you check out the other stops in this fabulous hop. There will be many other prizes up for grabs along the way. You have until midnight July 7th to visit everyone. What are you waiting for? Have fun!
~Luscious Lia


CHECK OUT ALL THESE GREAT AUTHORS for books you might enjoy!


Friday, June 13, 2014

#FreakyFetishFridays: A MEASURED RISK by Author @NBlackthorne is on SALE! #Rubenesque #EroticRomance #BDSM


Welcome to another Freaky Fetish Friday...on Friday the 13th! I'm Lusious Lia Michaels, your host and co-owner of this establishment. The House of Taboo is gearing up for an extra special celebration for our friend and fellow erotic romance author Natasha Blackthorne. Tony is busy creating a special margarita just for the occasion. What's the cause for the party?For a limited time, you'll be able to get one of her fabulous novels for a steal...

A Measured Risk is only 99 cents starting today and through midnight Sunday June 15th. You don't want to miss this one, especially if you love Regency Historicals. 

Summary of the book details: Erotica Romance ~ Light BDSM ~ Rubenesque / BBW ~ Regency Historical ~ Shy Heroine ~ Novel Length 86,000 Words . Contains graphic erotic descriptions and frank sexual language. As a work of historical romance fiction, A Measured Risk is not intended to be an accurate portrayal of modern BDSM lifestyles.

The little summary is from the author, but I have to tell you, even though this story is a Regency Historical, the glimpse into the world of BDSM is SPOT ON for the time period. Trust me. You will thoroughly enjoy this book!



BLURB

He is her most dangerous temptation, the only man she has ever trusted and now he is demanding her submission. Dare she take the risk?


Emotionally scarred in the horrific accident that took her husband’s life, Lady Cranfield is imprisoned by her lingering terror of horses and carriages. She longs to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel, as she senses intuitively that he might be able to teach her how to overcome the terrors that hold her in bondage.


And now she’s willing to risk almost anything—her reputation, even her virtue—to find out. 


But what Lord Ruel proposes startles her.

When the shy, studious and socially awkward young widow approaches him, Lord Ruel instantly senses she will be the sweetest, most submissive experience of his life—but first he must gain her complete trust. Lord Ruel makes Lady Cranfield a non-negotiable offer: His help in return for her submission and obedience.

But Lady Cranfield grew up neglected by her ducal parents, raised by servants and then later ignored by her handsome, charming husband. She’s learnt to protect her heart at all costs and she trusts no one but herself.


How can the jaded Earl of Ruel break through Lady Cranfield’s self-defences and show her how to love when he himself has spent his life avoiding that tender trap?



EXCERPT


She backed all the way into the bookcase.

“Why did you run away?” His deep voice settled in her belly, rich and warm, like crème brûlée on a cold winter’s night.


“Because I wanted you to follow.” She tried to sound sophisticated and seductive, but her voice choked off on the last word.


Ruel placed his hand on the shelf above her head and blocked her path to the door. His tall, solidly muscled body leaned over her, surrounding her with the sumptuous, sinful scents of tobacco, Scotch whisky and something masculine and undeniably dangerous. A slow, sensual smile stretched his hard mouth.


He appeared different. Softer. More approachable.


At the change, her insides seemed to flip over.


“Well, sweeting, getting us off alone was a very inspired idea.” He touched one of her fallen ringlets. “I am bored to distraction with endless talk of hunting and fencing.”


As he slowly wrapped the curl around two fingers, he brushed her collarbone. Fiery sparks tingled down her spine, so intense that she shivered and her nipples beaded, pressing against her stays. By some instinct she hadn’t even known she possessed, she arched her back, presenting herself for his assessment.


His eyes shone so vividly blue against his bronzed face that they resembled cornflowers. She swallowed tightly and wished for a long drink of claret. This more personal side of him suddenly seemed far more hazardous than his usually fierce exterior.


Well, no matter. There was nothing to fear. She would allow only as much contact as need be to get to know him a little. Since being torn from her lonely yet secure life in Ireland and thrust into Society at age sixteen, she’d spent her time allowing people only as near as was comfortable. She was an expert at emotional evasion.

It should be easy to regain her control.

But now, as rays of the late-afternoon sun played over his pale hair, turning it the colour of winter wheat, all her carefully rehearsed words flew from her mind.


Say something—anything—else he will think you’re a bird-wit.


An intimate smile, one that invited her to play, tugged at his mouth.

“In a situation like this, alone with a gentleman, it’s perfectly normal for a lady to feel some apprehension.” His hushed voice, barely audible above the piano and boisterous singing from down the corridor, accentuated their isolation. His gaze became so piercing that she had to lower her eyes. 

He brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “She will invariably ask herself if he will try to kiss her.”


She jerked her eyes back to his face. God, he couldn’t mean to—not yet, surely… Peculiar, heated chills swept over her. She tried to take a step back, but found her arse flush against the bookshelf.


He leaned closer; so close that his Scotch-scented breath tickled her face. “And just in case you are wondering, Lady Cranfield—the answer is most assuredly yes.”


She should demand that he put his arm down so she could pass by and leave. She really should. But she couldn’t stop looking at his hard mouth and wondering what it would feel like upon hers. He was so close to her that his breath blew on her lips. If she moved but a fraction, she’d be kissing him.


Kissing him.


Dear God. Her breaths began to come very fast and short. Her throat went tight with a suppressed moan.


His eyes burnt as brightly as aquamarines. He looked so fierce. If he kissed her, if he dared… Oh God, it would be so harsh. That cruel-looking mouth could express itself no other way.


Excitement rushed through her, sending tingles to every point of her body, even her toes.


But no, he wouldn’t. Not yet.


He kept leaning closer. He didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he seemed to focus all the harder upon her.


Her heart pounding, unable to move away, she braced herself for his assault.


His lips brushed hers, barely. A gossamer caress.


He lifted his head.


It was done.


Ended.


And it hadn’t even begun.


He held her chin, appearing so cool, so unaffected. His kiss had seemed to sear her. An urge to put her fingers to her lips arose in her. She resisted it, for it would give away too much of how she was affected.


Never show your feelings.


He traced his thumb along her lower lip, slowly, deliberately, as he studied her with eyes that now glittered with something powerful and predatory. Heat pooled in her pelvis, low and spreading even lower.


She went weak all over, as if she’d lain in a sunny window seat for too long. Her knees almost buckled. She forced them to lock. To be strong.


It should not have affected her so profoundly. It had been just a peck—not a true kiss at all. William had poured out all of his skill upon her and hadn’t garnered even a tenth of the reaction in her that this man’s peck had.


Ruel traced her jaw line with his fingertips. Unthinkingly, she leaned in to his touch.


“Of course, once he has kissed her, then it’s his turn to wonder…” 

His voice sounded unnaturally loud in her ears. “How will she respond? Will she withdraw, or can he ignite some hidden fire?”

She sensed that he was toying with her. She didn’t understand flirtation—why had she imagined she could carry off this ruse? Was he making advances in order to have a laugh with Francesca and her simpering friends later? Hurt blossomed in her chest. She resented him for that. She ought to feel indignant, superior, uncaring—anything but hurt.


“Please don’t make sport of me.”


She cringed. Was that quavering, pleading voice really hers?


An infinitesimal pause. “Now, why on earth would I do such a thing?” His voice was as smooth as velvet.


“To please your vanity,” she replied, trying to regain her wits.


“Here.” He placed her hand to his chest. The contours of his muscles were hard, powerfully developed. Even more so than she’d expected. His body heat radiated through the satin and, beneath her hand, his heart’s beat was rapid and strong.


“Is that vanity?” He put a finger under her chin, giving her no choice but to face him. “Is it?” He gentled his grip.


The warmth in his voice settled over her like luscious hot chocolate. Melting her insides to quivering burgoo, rendering her speechless, unable to move.



“My dear, lovely Lady Cranfield, I am going kiss you again.”






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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Escape into the past with intensely erotic, emotionally driven love stories. Natasha Blackthorne writes character-focused historical erotica romance featuring strong internal conflicts. Her stories are most frequently about the intimate journey of the characters as they learn to open their hearts to love.

Her heroines are not perfect ladies. They are wildflowers and wallflowers who enjoy flirting with the forbidden. Whether they are bold or shy, her heroines’ strong desires and deep emotions drive the plot and drive their heroes to the point of no return.



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Thursday, June 12, 2014

Sensuous Promo’s Presents - Book Tour for #Kink Club Blues by Eva Lefoy #BDSM #gayerotica

Welcome to the Center Stage here at the House of Taboo! I'm Luscious Lia and today we've agreed to be a part of another book tour hosted by Sensuous Promotions. We're excited to have the fabulous Eva Lefoy back again. This time she's sharing a FABULOUSLY kinky book Kink Club Blues. With a title like that, what's not to love? Sit back, order another of Tony's margaritas and enjoy! ~Lia




Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s Kink Club Blues Tour.


In Kink Club Blues,Paul and Geoffrey return from Paris and continue to deepen their relationship and increase the kink in their sexplorations. Meanwhile, Geoffrey’s ex, Brian, denies a growing interest in Dom/sub play only to fall into the helpful arms of local kink club worker Gar, who’s more than happy to show Brian the pleasure to be had in submission…


Check out book I, Sex, Ties and Videotape, to read how Paul and Geoffrey’s relationship starts, and then enjoy watching Brian get his just deserts in Kink Club Blues even more!

Here’s more about Kink Club Blues:




Brian finds out the hard way that once a top, always a top, doesn't apply to him.










Paul and Geoffrey return from their special trip to Paris. Paul plans to propose to Geoffrey but first, his urge to protect his lover drives him to close an old loophole. He visits Brian, demanding the original video he made of Geoffrey be destroyed.
Brian doesn't understand what Paul's upset about, or his dominant streak. 





But the clearer Paul's feelings for Geoffrey become to him, the more Brian desires to have a man love him the same way. 











Curiosity draws him to the local kink club, and into the arms of a man whose punishment gives him all he secretly craves.




EXCERPT

Brian gaped at the computer. The photo showing a blindfolded young man bound and hanging from the ceiling gave him an illicit thrill, but he couldn’t say exactly why. He’d thought he understood the basics of Dom/sub relationships, but after Paul’s visit, he’d decided to do some more research and discovered his notions were wrong. Way wrong. Turned out being a good Dom didn’t involve getting off on hurting one’s sub at all, which made him feel like a total ass. Paul was right. I just didn’t get it.

He’d then done a search on subs and their kinks and found a site that offered picture after picture of men submitting themselves to all sorts of forced sexual exploration. This photo in particular quickened his breath. God, is this what Geoffrey wanted me to do to him?

Intellectually, he didn’t understand the desire to be used, but he flipped through photo after photo of naked bound men, unable to tear his gaze away from the rapturous looks on their faces. Inside him, a longing stirred. He wanted to be there, touching the blond, sharing in the scene, but Geoffrey had begged him to do this, and he’d said, “No.” Why hadn’t he at least tried? I didn’t want to. I’m really not into this.

And yet…He hated to admit it, but something about the powerless pose of the man turned him on. His hand drifted to his cock, giving it a subtle squeeze. It hardened in his shorts, leaking liquid onto his thigh.

He shivered and shook his head, trying to dispel his desire. But the longer he looked, the more his need increased. His cock grew longer, firmer. His legs splayed in the chair, opening wide, and he leaned back. Reaching his hand under his shorts he grabbed his erection, curling his fingers around the shaft and giving it a light stroke. It felt so good he closed his eyes. Immediately, he was in the room with the tied-up young man, standing in front of him, watching passively as another man plunged his thick cock deep between the man’s ass cheeks.

The trussed blond howled, his chest and arm muscles quivering. A thrill that couldn’t be denied flamed through Brian, ending at the base of his cock. He matched each of the man’s thrusts with his own strokes, and soon his head went foggy with impending bliss. He pumped some more and imagined he could hear the young man’s cries of pain mingled with groans of pleasure. More than anything, Brian wanted to touch him as he got fucked. Feel the man’s every shudder as a big cock forced its way inside him. Smell his sweat, capture his moans with his mouth.

Then the fantasy shifted, and Brian became that man.



Kink Club Blues Purchase Links

Sex, Ties and Videotape
MLR Press http://bit.ly/1jMmD6W 
All Romance Ebooks http://bit.ly/1eKmEQt

Author Bio and Contact:
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.


Tuesday, June 10, 2014

#TantailizingTuesday: *CONTEST ALERT* Sensuous Promo’s Presents - Book Tour for Alchemy by Serena Fairfax #EroticRomance #interracial



Welcome to Tantalizing Tuesdays here at House of Taboo! Tony and I are back from our vacation and want to say thank you to Vixen for holding down the fort while we got some much needed R and R. Now we're back and ready to help celebrate the release of a new interracial erotic romance by Serena Fairfax. As a special treat, Sensuous Promos and Serena have a contest for you so make sure you follow the directions at the end of the post to enter. Go on now. Check out Serena's new book Alchemy. ~Lia



Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s Alchemy Book Tour.


* WATCH FOR CONTEST BELOW *

Blurb:

Set against sun-drenched Lake Garda, church mouse Tamsin Heriot, an English rose, pairs off with privileged Luca Leopoldo di Monte Valli, who’s half Italian, half Somali. But Luca isn’t what he seems… Orphaned at seven when his childhood in Mogadishu is brutally destroyed, Luca is left emotionally broken. Ragged and starving he seeks refuge in Italy where kindly aristocrats adopt him. 

Ever since she was fifteen, Tamsin has had a crush on Luca and the summer before she goes to university, she’s determined to lose her virginity to him.


It’s eight years before their paths reconverge. Tamsin, still lusting after Luca, receives devastating news that triggers her return to the dilapidated family casa, and fate steps in when an unexpected bond develops between her and Luca’s widowed, adoptive mother. But a strange inheritance alters what started as a dalliance. There’s no shortcut to love, and with everything to lose, the relationship between two wounded people, Luca and Tamsin, is pushed to the breaking point.


Excerpt: ADULT content

Quickly they ripped off each other’s nightwear until they were both naked.
As he reached for a condom, Tamsin said quietly, “Is protection really necessary now we’re married? Let’s make a honeymoon baby.”
He said quietly. “Very soon, cara mia, but I’m not quite ready. Let’s get used to each other first.” Something like iron shifted in him.
It seemed to be the right response because she took it no further and wrapped her arms round him, settling in to him with a sigh. He pulled her soft curves into him and held her, kissing her fiercely.
Try something new today—the supermarket catchphrase—ran through Tamsin’s thoughts as, with her heartbeat tripling, Luca shot her that look that always gave her a warm, damp rush.
“Signora Leopoldo di Monte Valla.”
She let her legs fall apart. Just the deep cadence of his voice turned her ready. “Do it, make me come.” She knew what his tongue could do, what his cock could do. “I want you now, my prince, my lord.” She swept her hair over his balls, and took one then another into her mouth.
“Wider still and wider for me, babe. I want to see every bit of you.”
‘I hear and I obey.” She shifted and opened up, spreading her sex to him, and a deep growl emerged from somewhere low down in his chest.
“Love that womanhood, love your big, tight ass.” Firm hands clamped the cheeks of her butt, trapping their bodies front to front. He paused, his eyes glittering under the long, black lashes, and then he was dipping his head and she felt the ridge of his tongue slamming inside her, sucking her swollen clit, his breath moist and hot.
She gasped and shut her eyes. “I want to taste you.” Her pussy clenched and throbbed as his hands rested on her thighs, keeping her wide.
“Keep it going.” She whimpered.
She watched him rip the foil and roll on the condom, nudging her with the tip of his warm, smooth cock. She reached for it and took the hardness of his length in her mouth, savoring the nectar, wanting his thickness to enter her, wanting his juices in her, over her.
He wet his fingers in his juices and, circling her labia, she bucked.
“That’s what I like to know.”
“I’m going to…come.”
“Not yet you won’t.” His lips twitched in a smile. “If you do,” he whispered a sweet torture, “that’s it for tonight. Hush now. We’re going there together.”
He slid his fingers deep into her clit, moving in and out, the slick, accepting sound of her desire like a metronome beating time.
He stopped and she felt she’d die. “Move,” she moaned.
His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen before. He bent into her and nibbled a jutting nipple as he eased the head of his silky cock into the peachy damp of her slit. Her cunt flared up around him, waiting, ripe, needy, her heartbeat going wild as he thrust his cock deeper as he marked his territory, staked his claim to her. She was his for the taking.
“Sweetie.” His gaze tangled with hers. And then he was hammering into her, rocking hard and fast and she was spiraling out of control until the orgasm lurking somewhere over the rainbow rushed down to ignite them and they shuddered and shattered round each other as he spilled himself into her with a shout.
With a soft sigh, he eased out and rolled to one side. He realized something else. Tamsin had messed with his emotions. He’d got caught out. He’d have to watch it. He didn’t do emotions.

* * * *

Later that night, Luca turned to Tamsin and murmured, “How about a chaser?” He nuzzled his tongue down her cheek.
She felt her pulse beating in her throat as her lips slid down his cock. And then he was flipping her over onto her belly, running his fingers down her spine. She got on her hands and knees and he slid his tongue into her hole, slicking her, coaxing her with a slow sweetness that made her crave for more. Then bending right over her, his fingers eased in and out of her slippery cunt, fucking her till she came in spasm after spasm.
“The best is yet to be.”
The thought of his swollen cock riding into her ass made her quiver.
He must have sensed her anxiety for he said softly. “It’s going to be all right.”
“No pain, no gain?”

“Honey, trust me.” He slipped one lubricated finger into her ass and pressed down.




About Serena

I spent my childhood in India, qualified as a Lawyer in England and joined a large London firm.

Romance is hardwired into my DNA so my novels include a strong romantic theme. However, I broke out of the romance bubble with one (you’ll see which one when you visit the Books page), which is a quirky departure in style and content.

I've also authored several short stories that feature on my blog http://www.serenafairfax.com/serena_fairfax_author_blog/.

Fast forward to a sabbatical from the day job when I traded in bricks and mortar for a houseboat which, for a hardened land lubber like me, turned out to be a big adventure.

Apart from writing and reading (all kinds of books), a few of my favourite things are collecting old masks, singing (in the rain) and exploring off the beaten track.

I'm a member of the Romantic Novelists Association, which is a very supportive organisation. My golden retriever, Inspector Morse, who can't wait to unleash his own Facebook page, and I divide our time between London and rural Kent. (Charles Dickens said: Kent, sir. Everybody knows Kent. Apples, cherries, hops and women).

Connect with Serena 

Website        http://www.serenafairfax.com/ 



* CONTEST *
Leave a comment below (with email address) and your name will be thrown into the hat to win an eCopy of this hot new release!


Winner will be chosen on June 16th

Monday, June 2, 2014

#New Print Cover for FORBIDDEN DESTINY Just In Time for RomCon2014 #gay #erotic



Welcome to Oh My! Monday at House of Taboo. Lia and Tony are hosting a private celebration tonight so I'll be your host today. I'm honored Lia trusted me with this special reveal. In honor of our upcoming RomCon 2014 attendance, Sassy Vixen Publishing has agreed to release Forbidden Destiny (Fearless Love) in print.

That's right. Lia's first short story will be in print this month for RomCon on June 20th for the book signing and copies will be handed out during many of the contests. 

This is the perfect way for Lia's hunky Army Rangers Abraham and Ethan to get a little more...ahem...exposure before their complete story comes out late fall/winter. 


I'm fascinated by Native American legends and lore and was so happy Lia decided to tell this story. She never intended to start it off as a short story, but Abraham and Ethan bugged her night and day until she put out a small glimpse of their world out for readers. Trust me when I tell you that you'll want to be sure you grab the full novel when it's released. Both men have such wildly different back stories. Reading those makes this short story even sweeter. You know they do end up together, but is it finally forever or will something or someONE else try to tear them apart?

Stay tuned!
The Vixen

Friday, May 23, 2014

#FridayFantasy: Author Amber Lea Easton @MtnMoxieGirl Celebrates A #NewRelease! #RomanticSuspense


Welcome to the House of Taboo! Lia and Tony are still on vacation so you have me, The Vixen to help celebrate Friday Fantasy Free For All...
I'm thrilled to announce the upcoming release from one of my friends and fellow authors, Amber Lea Easton. The long awaited full length novel Dancing Barefoot is now for purchase. This one is the followup to the free read she's had on her blog for the last several weeks. If you need to catch up, here's the link to In Between. Click HERE to read the exciting conclusion and find the links to the previous twelve chapters.
Blurb
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Jessica Moriarty appears to have it all—a successful career as an architect, a loyal group of friends, a gorgeous apartment, and an on-again-off-again affair with Boston's most eligible bachelor. Behind this “perfect life” façade, Jessica hides the loss she feels over giving up her dream career as an artist, copes with a destructive relationship with her alcoholic mother, and struggles with heartbreak over a lost love.
Jacques Sinclair only needs his cameras, a backpack, and a good pair of walking shoes. A world-renowned photographer, he is a man without boundaries. Despite fame and fortune, he still yearns for the woman who shattered his heart when she vanished from his life five years ago.
A chance meeting brings Jacques and Jessica back together. Reunions aren't always planned or welcomed, but chemistry has a way of revealing what is denied. Ensnared in a web of sabotage and conspiracy—carefully constructed by people who want to control their lives—Jacques and Jessica struggle to trust each other, break free from the status quo, reclaim their love, and build a life of extraordinary possibility.

Interview with the Author
Q: Where did you get the inspiration for the title?
A: While writing this story, I listened to a lot of U2. One of their songs is called 'Dancing Barefoot' where they sing of spinning ceaselessly and losing gravity. "Oh God I fell for you" is one of the lyrics. It truly struck a chord within me—no pun intended. In fact, I've included the lyrics to the original Patti Smith song on the dedication page of the novel.

Q: What are the lyrics to 'Dancing Barefoot'? Could you share so we get a sense of what inspired you?
A: You betcha! Here are the original lyrics sung by Patti Smith, later redone by U2.

Dancing Barefoot Song Lyrics (Patti Smith)
She is benediction
She is addicted to thee
She is the root connection
She is connecting with he
Here I go and I don't know why
I flow so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me
I'm dancing barefoot
Headin' for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
It makes me come up like some heroine
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He who is chosen by she
Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me
I'm dancing barefoot
Headin' for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
Makes me come up like some heroine
She is recreation
She intoxicated by thee
She has the slow sensation that
He is levitating with she
Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
'Til I lose my sense of gravity
I'm dancing barefoot
Heading for a spin
Some strange music draws me in
Makes me come up like some heroine
Oh God I fell for you
Oh God I fell for you
Oh God I fell for you
Oh God I fell for you
Songwriters: Kral, Ivan / Smith, Patti
Q: Why did you feel compelled to write this story?
A: The characters' struggle with learning to live according to their own truth rather than being bound by others' expectations resonates with me on a core level. As human beings, it is easy to be caught up in someone else's life agenda and forget that we are here with our own purpose.  There were times in my life when I became consumed with putting other people's expectations above my own and that is no way to live.

Q: What would you like people to take away from this story?
A: We're all unique and the status quo doesn't always serve us well. It's important to find what makes your heart sing and pursue it even if it's scary as hell for you to take that leap.

Q: As an author, what is your main goal when connecting with a reader?
A: Entertainment. Despite the nature of some of my stories, such as human trafficking in Reckless Endangerment or breaking free of co-dependency/expectation in Dancing Barefoot, my goal is to entertain the reader. When someone tells me they write 'literary fiction', I roll my eyes at the pretentiousness of thinking that entertainment genres like romance or suspense are somehow 'less than.' I want to entertain, to take the reader into someone else's world for awhile, and to make them smile when they turn that last page. The greatest compliment I receive from a reader is when they tell me that they didn't want the book to end. That's when I know I've done my job well.

Excerpt from Dancing Barefoot
DancingBarefoot_1FINALHe stalked toward her until her back collided with her easel. His hands gripped the top of the canvas, arms pinned her where she stood. “I haven’t wanted to remember you in a very long time.”
“I suppose not.”
“But I have.”
“Me, too.”
“Are you happy?”
“What do you mean?” She folded her arms across her chest.
“Did you make the right choice? Leaving me? Leaving our life together? Tell me you’re happy and I’ll walk out of your life forever.”
“What does it matter?  I can’t undo it.”
“Why is it a difficult question for you to answer? Why can’t you tell me that you have no regrets? I want to hear it.”
“Of course I have regrets, but so what?  What good does that do us?”
“That’s why I came here tonight, to see…”
“See what? I’ve done what I said I would do.” Pride forced her head high. “I’m up for associate partner at my firm. I’m a good—no, great—architect. We both succeeded without each other. Good for us.”
“You’re lying. You’re not happy.” His hand framed the side of her face, forcing her to look at him. “I see it in your face. It’s like you’ve died. You're living in the past, which tells me you're not that thrilled with the present.”
“When did you get so mean?” Too tired to fight, tears blurred her eyes. “Get out. Enough insults for one night. Just go.”
“Why are you still wearing my ring?” His voice was low and powerful in the small room.
“Why do you?”
“My ring.” Dark blond hair covered his left eye when he bent forward, only a breath away from her face. “Why are you wearing it? Does it mean anything to you or do you simply think it’s pretty?”
“Please go.” She flattened her hands against his chest, but wished she hadn’t.  The feel of his hard body beneath her hands liquefied her bones.
He slammed his hand against the canvas, knocking it to the floor behind her.  “You just left. One day we’re living together, talking about creating a future, and then you walked away without ever looking back.”
“I look back in my own way. Often, too often, I need to grow up like you said.” Her lungs deflated like air from a balloon. Breathing ceased.  I needed to come back here to—”
“To be safe? To do the right thing?” He had her backed against the easel. “I thought you would at least stay in touch with me, the man you supposedly loved, the man you said you wanted to marry, the man you said you needed…but you disappeared.”
“You had my address. I didn’t disappear.”
“You let me go without a word. Until today, I hadn’t heard from you in years, yet here you are wearing my ring.”
“I said I was sorry.” Every inch of her quaked with restrained emotion.  “Leave now. Go. Good luck with your exhibit, the workshop, with your life, all of it.  Just get the hell out of my house.”
“Do you know why I brought your address with me? Do you?”
“You wanted to tell me off, right? That’s why you came here, to hurt me.”
“I wanted to show you how much I don’t care.”
“Doesn’t that show me how much you really do care?” She lifted her chin, determined not to cry.
A fraction of an inch separated their bodies. She dragged her gaze over the opened buttons of his shirt, over his neck, over his lips until resting on the deep green of his eyes. Damn, the man rocked the word 'sexy'.
Boldness replaced caution.
DancingBarefoot_1FINALStanding on tiptoes, she smoothed her hands along the front of his chest.  Touching him again was like coming home from a long, exhausting journey.
He shook his head once as if trying to clear his mind.  Only once.  He stared at her lips.  His hands curled around her forearms, but he didn’t push her away.
“Kiss me,” she whispered against his mouth.
“No,” he whispered as his hands slid up her arms before cupping the back of head.
"I dare you."
"Never."
"I know you want to."
"I don't."
"Now who's the liar?" she asked, her teeth tugging at his lower lip.
Their mouths met in a kiss that melted her skin like candle wax, turning them into one being, one entity consumed by desire. To hell with restraint and regret. She needed this, needed him, here and now.
Passion overrode all other thought or senses. Her hands stroked his back, kneading and searching. Every sense was alive with his touch, with his kiss. The need for him was an ache that burned deep. Hot. Necessary. Urgent. Primal
God, she had missed this, missed him.
He ripped her tank top in two and tossed the material aside.  His hands squeezed her breasts while his mouth devoured hers.
She yanked his shirt free from his jeans and shoved it high on his chest, needing his skin against hers more than she'd ever needed anything in life.  Clothes fell away, bread crushed beneath their bodies, wine spilled from an overturned bottle at their feet.
They fell against the easel, knocking the canvas and paint in every direction. A tangle of limbs, they made eye contact for a moment, chests heaving, breathing labored.
"This is wrong," he muttered against her skin.
"Right. Always right with us." She sank her fingernails into his shoulders.
"What the lady wants, the lady gets," he said, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
His hands worked at pushing her yoga pants over her hips while his mouth claimed her breast.
She looped her toes in the waistband of his underwear and yanked them over his thighs.  Her hands sought his erection while her back arched with every stroke of his hands and every lick of his tongue.
He ground himself inside her with the intensity of repressed rage. Her legs wrapped around his hips, holding him as close as possible as he plunged deep inside her.
Sex had never been tame with him, but this was animalistic. This was raw.  Teeth sank into skin. Nails scraped against each other's bodies. They rolled together, locked as one being. Streaks of yellow and red paint lined their faces, stuck in their hair, no one cared.
Waves of pleasure rolled through her veins like a tsunami until all strength left her body. She laughed, breathless, as her mouth sought his again in a kiss filled with satisfaction and surprise.
"Is this what you meant by a do-over?" He shoved his hands through her hair, palms framing her face, and stared into her eyes. His chest rose and fell against hers.
"Not exactly, but it'll do," she whispered, still out of breath, heartbeat slamming like a caged bird's wings inside her chest.
His mouth sucked on her lower lip, tongue teased hers. "I don't know what to do with you, Jessica Moriarty."
"You've always known exactly what to do with me, Jacques Sinclair." She repeated the words they'd always said to one another. She dipped her finger into the wet yellow paint on the canvas beneath his head before smearing it across his chin and over his mouth.
He grabbed her hand, linked his fingers with hers and stared into her eyes. Laughter faded. “This shouldn't have happened. I lost control, I always lose control around you.”
He rolled away and stared at the ceiling. Then he stood and pulled a piece of cheese from where it had stuck to his shoulder. Without looking at her, he dressed.
Rattled from the sex and his reaction, she stumbled to standing, grabbed the blanket from the sofa and wrapped it around herself. Man, she was on a roll today with fucking up her life.
DancingBarefoot_1FINALHe walked down the stairs without saying a word.
She returned to the kitchen to find him still waiting. She'd hoped he'd gone.
Back against the wall, he finished buttoning his shirt. He hadn't bothered to wipe the streaks of paint from his face and hair; then again, neither had she. When he lifted his gaze to hers, he looked agonized.
"I didn't intend on that. I should go," he said.
“Stay. Don't go. Maybe we should talk or something.”
She wanted to scream, stomp her foot like a child, fall to her knees …anything to make him stay.
“There is someone else, Jess. Life moved on without you.” His quiet words sliced her heart into a million pieces. “I came here for answers, to understand. I didn't intend to rip your clothes off. I only wanted to understand why you left me. That’s all.”
“And now you understand?”
“No.” He shook his head, a slight grin curving his lips. “But I accept that I will never understand.”
She rubbed the palm of her hand over her face. Of course he had someone else. She had discarded him like a used napkin.
“You're serious with this woman? What you said about the different women all the time was just to hurt me, right?”
“Yes to both questions.”
A chasm ripped through the room, creating a space larger than the ocean that had once separated them. She felt the loss of him again, more powerful, more poignant than before.
“I wish it wasn’t like this between us…”
“I’m still the same man you left in Italy. The reasons you left haven’t changed.  I’m a gypsy at heart, never in one place longer than six months or so.” He looked at the matching ring on his finger and blew out a long breath.
“Please leave. Your girlfriend must be wondering what the hell you’re doing.”  She hugged her arms across her chest and tapped her foot against the floor. “Please leave, Jacques.”
“Am I wrong? Are you happy? Tell me I’m wrong about you. Tell me that you love being an architect. Tell me that you honestly don’t regret leaving me.” With every word, his face mirrored the agony she felt. “Tell me that you have no regrets, that you are happy with your life as it is now.”
“My life is damn near perfect.” She forced a smile. “Partnership is in sight, remember? Corner office here I come. I have everything I’ve ever wanted. It’s a fucking love fest.”
“It is time I let this go then.” With a quick movement, he pulled the ring from his finger and laid it on the back of the red chair.
She stared at the ring against the faded fabric. “Please don’t leave it. Like you said, it’s yours.”
“Keep it, throw it away, it no longer matters to me. Be well, bella.” Door open, he hesitated at the threshold and looked around the room before meeting her gaze again.
The word hung in the air as they stared at one another, the language of Italy dancing in her memory and tugging at her heart.

Caro…” she whispered.
Without another look back, he closed the door behind him.
She listened to the fall of his footsteps on the stairs, the outside door opening and closing, and folded his ring into her palm. She pressed the closed fist against lips still swollen from his kiss. Silent tears streaked her face.
"What have I done?" Back against the door, she slid to the floor. The question she asked had no answer. Even she didn't know if she meant the past or the present; conflicting emotions meshed together in her brain like the various paint streaks staining her skin.

Author Bio:
SantaMonicaAmber Lea Easton is a multi-published fiction and nonfiction author. Smart is sexy, according to Easton, which is why she writes about strong female characters who have their flaws and challenges but ultimately persevere. She currently has six contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels out in the world: Kiss Me Slowly, Riptide, Reckless Endangerment, Anonymity, In Between, and Dancing Barefoot. Her memoir, Free Fall, is dedicated to suicide prevention, awareness, and helping others navigate the dark journey of grief.
In addition, Easton works as an editor, freelance journalist, and professional speaker. She speaks on subjects ranging from writing to widowhood. Some of her videos on romance writing have appeared on the international Writers & Authors television network. Current radio appearances are linked via her author website, http://www.amberleaeaston.com.
Easton currently lives with her two teenagers in the Colorado Rocky Mountains where she gives thanks daily for the gorgeous view outside her window. She finds inspiration from traveling, the people she meets, nature and life’s twists and turns. At the end of the day, as long as she's writing, she considers herself simply to be "a lucky lady liv'n the dream."
Easton also publishes under the name Dakota Skye who has one paranormal erotic romance, Blurred Lines, currently available and another, Deadly Decadence, due out in the fall of 2014

Buy links for Dancing Barefoot
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