tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21760820798522954892024-02-07T02:40:23.741-08:00The House of TabooThe erotic world of author Lia MichaelsTammy Dennings Maggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17551291117492287824noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176082079852295489.post-84155620444928057602015-02-28T23:22:00.003-08:002015-02-28T23:22:51.984-08:00Center Stage and House of Taboo Have Moved!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><b><i>We had planned on setting up an official website anyway, so this thing with Google simply moved that up. Now we can concentrate on our other celebrations. For those of you who already follow us, please come on over and subscribe to the new site so you don't miss a single post. This will be the last one here at our .com address.</i></b></span></div>
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<br />Tammy Dennings Maggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17551291117492287824noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176082079852295489.post-30080701763118818762015-02-20T22:53:00.000-08:002015-02-20T22:53:05.913-08:00Author Lia Michaels @HouseofTaboo Shares More of Her MMMF #EroticRomance #SweetSurrender<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Welcome to Center Stage here at House of Taboo! Tony and I have been swamped with the construction of Taboo II: Kisses After Dark for Temptations Resort. So many new projects have taken over but we haven't forgotten about where it all started.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">House of Taboo is and always will be our home away from home. It's our flag ship if you will. Vixen has taken over many of the hosting duties at Kisses After Dark so we can come back here and concentrate on our first love...</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">While guests were our main focus in the past, they'll be more of an added bonus from this point forward. From now on you'll see much more of us and our work. Snippets from works in progress, appearances by our characters and full on discussions with our alter egos and author friends about our shared world series Temptations Resort. It will all be here under the purple spotlight and under a sea of Tony's fabulous margaritas.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">So how about we dive into a pitcher of Taboo's new Blood Orange Margaritas and enjoy an excerpt from <b>Sweet Surrender</b>? Our favorite foursome is back again in the second installment in the Candy Kisses Gang series. In case you forgot what's been going on with them, here's the blurb.</span></i><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyHotEM_Z8ElY7I561bfsO-asKAaKIHN_jLUt10n8aypSkVHqVE8eRfPi940qPg3Phv9xDSsC_bkHBqGxTGnU2y0hZn8hmOVJZZgG0V__ZibG74rCpP14atdeJd3-9LKsBqPMSO1JETsFY/s1600/blood+orange+margarita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyHotEM_Z8ElY7I561bfsO-asKAaKIHN_jLUt10n8aypSkVHqVE8eRfPi940qPg3Phv9xDSsC_bkHBqGxTGnU2y0hZn8hmOVJZZgG0V__ZibG74rCpP14atdeJd3-9LKsBqPMSO1JETsFY/s1600/blood+orange+margarita.jpg" height="200" width="125" /></span></a><i><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Candice Monroe’s life couldn’t be happier—or chaotic. Not only is her bistro the place to be in the Detroit area, she’s fallen in love with not one, but three men. Their fantasy filled ménage a quatre and promises to spend their lives together have taken a backseat to round-the-clock construction, menu changes and plans for their grand opening of their pub Kisses After Dark. </span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Alexander sat back in his
chair and sipped from his third glass of Chiante Classico. The laughter
throughout their meal warmed his heart. <i>This</i>
was what he’d looked for his entire life. If given the chance, he’d spend
forever here in this moment with them. Of course he knew that wasn’t possible.
In less than three days they’d be back to work in the kitchen of their bistro
and planning out the first stages of the remodel. The four of them were now
partners in Candy Kisses and the new adult themed Kisses After Dark pub.
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">‘The one that got away’ was
now back in his life and he couldn’t be happier. The fact that Darrin hit it
off so well with both Gabriel and Candice was an added bonus. Sure, he had many
lovers throughout the years, but none of them compared to those gathered around
the table with him now, laughing and getting pleasantly drunk, not on the wine,
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Candice waved at him from
across the table. “Alex? Where’d you go just now? You looked a million miles
away. Have you grown tired of us already?”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">“Not on your life, sexy lady.
I’m thinking about carrying you over to that big bed over there and having my
way with you.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">“Huh. Well, if you’d been
paying attention you’d have heard the three of us agreed, we want to feast on
you for a bit. It’s the least we can do after this fabulous meal. Besides, I’ve
been dying to try a bit of the honey and whipped cream art you and Gabe enjoy
so much.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Darrin clapped his hands
together. “Now we’re talking!”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Alexander smiled. “And what
makes you so sure I’ll agree to…submit to all of your charms?”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">“Oh, you’ll submit and then
some. Between the three of us, we know what turns you on the most. Resistance
is futile.” Candice stood and held out her hand.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Gabriel elbowed Alexander in
the ribs. “Go on. What are you waiting for? Here’s your chance to let go of
everything and trust in what we feel for each other.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">“Using my own words on me
now, are ya? That’s what I get for letting you go so long before telling her
how much you love her.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Candice backed up toward the
bed. “Please. Let’s bring in the New Year showing you how much we love you.
You’re the reason we’re all here in the first place. Without you, none of this
would be possible.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Alexander pushed his chair
back and stood tall, never taking his eyes from hers. Everything else fell away
as her hand slipped into his and she pulled him close. “You make it so easy to
believe in happily ever after. Is this real?”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">She nodded. “This isn’t a
dream.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">“How do you know?”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">She moved his hand to cup her
right breast. “Does this feel like a dream?”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">He held his breath and shook
his head.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">She moved her right hand
between them and stroked his cock through his trousers. “How about that?”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">He slowly exhaled. “If it’s a
dream, I don’t want to wake up.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">She unbuttoned his shirt the
rest of the way. She traced over the tattoos on his chest with her fingertips
and brushed over his already taut nipples.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">He flinched and chuckled.
“See what you do to me?”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">She pushed him backward so he
fell onto the pillows. “I’m just getting started. I want to touch and taste
every part of you…with or without the honey and whipped cream.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">“What about our partners?
Can’t very well leave them out of all the fun now can we?”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">“Oh, don’t you worry about a
thing there. Gabe’s right. Watching the two of you is fucking hot! We’ll join
you soon enough.” Darrin raised his glass in a mock salute and then clinked
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Candice reached behind her
back and tugged at her zipper. Within seconds, the silky dress slid down over
her ample hips before dropping at her feet. She stepped out of it and then
pulled the clip that bound her raven mane to the top of her head. The ocean
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Her beauty knocked the breath
right out of him. He couldn’t speak and decided to let his body do the talking.
His cock rose to the point it became painful to keep his pants on. He attempted
to rectify the situation, but saw the look in her eyes and raised his hands up
in surrender. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">The Cheshire cat grin he
loved so well lit up her face. Her deeply tanned skin took on an almost
otherworldly golden hue from the fire that blazed behind her. Her fingers
deftly worked the buttons of his trousers. Within seconds his pants joined her
dress in the sand, followed by his shirt. She straddled his thighs and pulled
him up into a sitting position. “Kiss me.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">He wrapped his arms around
her and pulled her closer and crushed her tits against his chest. His lips
touched hers and a floodgate of emotions erupted within him. His inner Dom
struggled for control for only a moment, and then gave in completely to her
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Her arms wrapped tighter
around his neck as she deepened their kiss, her tongue slipped and slid over
his and enticed him with the promise of more. Her thighs clenched and her body
shivered in his arms as the scent of her arousal filled his nose and made him
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">His mind reeled. Never had
any of his lovers had this much control over him. He had always taken the lead.
Not now. Not with her. The taste of the wine and grilled pineapple she’d had
for dessert tickled his own taste buds. His lust for her continued to rise, but
instead of tossing her over on her back and pounding her pussy until she
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Right now, Sweet Surrender is in the new Sassy Vixen Publishing erotic collection SEASON OF SUN AND SIN and it's only 99¢ thanks to the Kindle Countdown sale that's going on for the next five days. Once the clock ticks down to zero, the book goes back to it's original price of $2.99. While that is still a deal, why not grab it now? To get this special, you have to use the Amazon US or the Amazon UK sites. At the present time, those are the only retailers offering the Kindle Countdowns.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i>January is human trafficking awareness month. Rather than being a political or racial issue, this is a global concern that affects people no matter their social status, finances, race, political belief, or religious (or non-religious) origins. Women and children make up more than 80% of all human traffickers, which is why I'm comfortable addressing my audience of erotic romance readers—we are the instruments for change. There are more slaves in the world today than ever before in human history. Women, children, young boys sold into the sex trade, forced into labor, and sometimes made into suicide bombers (children as young as 7 years old can be sold for approximately $14,000 US Dollars to become suicide bombers). </i></span></div>
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<i style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;">That last part is based on fact. The human trafficking industry is very lucrative-but the victims of it are shown no mercy. Once they've been used up, they are discarded like trash. Be aware. Get involved. Our humanity transcends boundaries. Yes, women are the primary victims—but we are also the primary activists leading the way to bring this topic from the shadows and into the light. </span></i></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i>To learn more about this global issue, go to <a href="http://www.humantrafficking.org/resources">http://www.humantrafficking.org/resources</a>. Thank you for your time. Now, please, take a look at my newest release, <b>SnowBound</b>. </i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;"><i>Professional psychic Landon Mitchel is a desperate man
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;"><i>FBI Agent Haley Masters has a reckless side that leads her
into dangerous sexual situations to burn off the anxiety for her job. When she
meets a hot man in a bar hoping for one night of fun, little does she know he's
about to take her on a wild ride of conspiracy, sexual exploration, and
betrayal. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;"><i>Will Landon be able to bring his sister home in time for the
New Year? Will their mutual quest for justice bring them together or tear them
apart as the danger of their twisted hunt for ruthless human traffickers comes
to an end? <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>She tugged his sweater up his chest
and over his shoulders, breaking their kiss only long enough to toss the
offending clothing aside. Straddling his waist, she removed her gun from where
she'd tucked it in the back of her jeans, smiled, and set it on the bedside
table. Bending, she kissed the center of his chest before sliding her hands
over his shoulders like someone admiring a piece of sculpture. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"Your turn," she
whispered, sliding her hands down his arm.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"What do you mean?" <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>She closed the metal of the
handcuff over his wrist, winked, and held his hand up to the headboard. "I
think it's only fair." <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>He willingly lifted his other hand,
anxious to see what she would do with him. He usually preferred being the one
doing the restraining, but his cock already throbbed at the idea of her taking
charge. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>She kissed his neck, bit him, slid
her fingers over the tattoos on his shoulders, licked his chest, and cupped the
bulge nearly breaking the zipper on his jeans. Sliding lower, she undid his
zipper, pushed his pants down his legs, and yanked his underwear off with
agonizing slowness.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>She moved her tongue up the inside
of his right thigh before moving to his left, deliberately tormenting him while
his cock lifted high desperate for attention. She cupped his balls, nipped
against his hipbone, hair slid over the tip of his penis. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>Pulling away from his body, she
stood, gaze locked on his cock, stripped, bit her lower lip, and grabbed the
bottle of wine from where she'd left it. She leaned over him, pressed the
bottle to his lips, and grinned. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"Want a taste?" She
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"Mmm...I want to taste
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"You'll need to wait."
She set the wine aside, looked at him, and squeezed her tits together. "Is
this what you want?"<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>He nodded, salivating at the idea
of sucking on her. Her hands moved down her sides and slid between her legs. He
watched, fixated while her fingers slid over her clit and dipped lower to her
cunt. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"Haley, you're driving me
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"Do you wish you were touching
me?" She lifted one of her legs to the edge of the bed, giving him a good
view of her fingers sliding inside her folds. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"Yes."<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>She grinned, kept one hand working
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>He watched, fascinated as she stood
just out of reach, naked and delectable, giving him a show while he clenched
his fists in frustration and his cock ached to be satisfied. Pre-cum dripped
onto his lower abdomen. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"Haley, please." <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>She tilted her head back, long hair
sliding down, neck bare, tit squished in her palm, and rubbed herself into
orgasm. He watched the muscles of her cunt flex around her fingers and bit his
lower lip until it bled. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>Abruptly, she turned her ass to
him, bent over, and unsnapped the strap from her duffel bag. Holding hit
between her hands, she stretched it out as if testing its strength. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"Turn over," she
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"Now." She smacked his
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>He struggled to turn, wrists
overlapping in the handcuffs, top of his head pressed against the headboard.
She smacked his ass. Hard. He gasped, the force jolting him tighter against the
wooden frame. One of her hands reached between his legs and squeezed his balls just
as another strike smacked his ass. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"That's for holding a gun
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>She bit his back, swatted his ass,
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"Do not come," she
instructed, her hot breath moist on his shoulder blades. "I want that for
myself. Do. Not. Come."<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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almost too much to bear. The pressure in his cock throbbed for release. He
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<span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"><i>"Haley, my God. Please."<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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licked his balls, and held her tits together and moved them over his dick.
Meeting his gaze, she smiled before sliding her tongue around the tip of his
cock. Her mouth closed over him, sucking, cherishing. He couldn't stop himself
anymore. He came with a shout, hips thrusting up until the tip of his penis hit
the back of her throat. She moaned and swallowed all of him, her hands reaching
beneath him to hold him tight against her face. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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and crawled over him like a predatory cat. Nipples trailed along his chest,
blue eyes shined with need. When they were eye-to-eye, she reached over for the
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and amazed that she'd had the power to make him lose all control. Again and
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">Dakota Skye is an author fascinated by the paranormal. After
having several personal "unexplained experiences" in her life, she
started exploring the idea of the "other side." Ghosts, angels,
Spirit Guides...what are they and do we interact with them more than we know?
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Zone, Uncharted Territory (ongoing series), Snow Bound and Daydreams. Another
paranormal erotic suspense novel, Deadly Decadence, is scheduled for release in
the spring of 2015. Ms. Skye is the pen name for a multi-published author of
romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and nonfiction. Writing as Dakota
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to the House of Taboo and our celebration for the release of SEASON OF SUN AND SIN. It's been a heck of a long time in the making. My story in this one has waited for six months to be read by you all and now it's here!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>As a group we decided to keep this one on Amazon exclusively for the next three months. This gives folks a chance to check it out in the Kindle Unlimited program. On April 1st, Sassy Vixen Publishing will release it on other vendors and on their own website. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Back in July I shared a little excerpt with you. If you'd like to check it out, click <a href="http://www.authorliamichaels.com/2014/07/sneakpeek-of-sweet-surrender-by.html#.VKYF0SvF98E">HERE</a>. As you know, this is the second part of the Candy Kisses Gang's story. Later in the year, I have plans to put their entire story out in one full length novel. For now, here's the blurb for <b>SWEET SURRENDER</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><b><i>Candice Monroe’s life couldn’t be happier—or chaotic. Not only is her bistro the place to be in the Detroit area, she’s fallen in love with not one, but three men. Their fantasy filled ménage a quatre and promises to spend their lives together have taken a backseat to round-the-clock construction, menu changes and plans for their grand opening of their pub Kisses After Dark.</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>I really love this menage. Candy, Alexander, Gabriel, and Darrin are kindred spirits and a joy to be around. In fact, in their honor, Tony and I have renamed our second club/blog. It's now <a href="http://houseoftaboo2.blogspot.com/">Taboo II: Kisses After Dark</a>. As well as giving them a nod, they've agreed to join us on Temptation Island once we are open and ready for business!</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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...</i></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfADJ5TMWNHlUxSnEVeBZTk84XM1kJ2NQdQz8uoLKXzMmnHkqQ5rsqJYtuQxaSoH2bR7Ngm1vt8FnVMnL_dwte6x10YpdQ6Fo_f7QrAHVgy0IQd9oxgzhd4psSG4Wx_jqCy78EPinQxheG/s1600/24621_10151466866437202_993420592_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfADJ5TMWNHlUxSnEVeBZTk84XM1kJ2NQdQz8uoLKXzMmnHkqQ5rsqJYtuQxaSoH2bR7Ngm1vt8FnVMnL_dwte6x10YpdQ6Fo_f7QrAHVgy0IQd9oxgzhd4psSG4Wx_jqCy78EPinQxheG/s1600/24621_10151466866437202_993420592_n.jpg" height="244" width="320" /></a><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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, <b>Sweet Surrender</b>? 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!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Don't believe me? Check out this snippet from the prologue of <b>Sweet Surrender</b>. It picks up right where <b>Have a Naughty, Naughty Christmas </b>left off in Maui. Our lovers ring in the New Year together...</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">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.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;"><i>Sweet Jesus. All three of
them torturing me at once. Not sure I can take this much longer. </i>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
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">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
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">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.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Darrin moaned the instant
Alexander’s lips sealed around the head of his cock. “Christ, Al, that feels
fucking fantastic.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Candice shifted forward as
Gabriel entered her ass. She kept Alexander’s dick buried inside her as Gabriel
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">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.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">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.”<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">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. <i>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. </i></span><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>This one will be released before the end of September in our next anthology <b>Season of Sun and Sin.</b> 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!</i></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02583777957530873423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176082079852295489.post-2035165205972083872014-07-02T22:38:00.000-07:002014-07-02T22:47:56.493-07:00#FreedomHop Celebration with Author Lia Michaels @HouseofTaboo #menage #RomanticSuspense<br />
<a href="http://romancebeckons.blogspot.com/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank" title="Romance Beckons"><img alt="Romance Beckons" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kX732eIygrs/U34led3Gr6I/AAAAAAAAA2o/ziyxntPceB0/s1600/badge%2Bfreedom%2Bhop.jpg" height="320" style="border: none;" width="232" /></a><span style="font-size: x-large;">Live. Love. Read.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">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?</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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." </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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 <b>Sweet, Sultry and Oh So Taboo </b>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.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Here are the blurbs for the three stories included in the little anthology from Sassy Vixen Publishing.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i>The “Sweet” from Stephanie Ryan’s <b>Dangerous Medicine </b>(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. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i>The “Sultry” from Tammy Dennings Maggy’s <b>Meet Me Under the Mistletoe</b> (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? </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i>The “Taboo” from Lia Michaels’s <b>Have a Naughty, Naughty Christmas</b> (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. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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!</i></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>~Luscious Lia</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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...</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">A Measured Risk</span></b><span style="color: magenta;"> 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. </span></i></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">Summary of the book details</span></b><span style="color: magenta;">: 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, </span><span style="color: #d5a6bd;">A Measured Risk</span><span style="color: magenta;"> is not intended to be an accurate portrayal of modern BDSM lifestyles.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">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!</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ead1dc;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br /></b></i></span><span style="font-size: large;">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?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ead1dc;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ead1dc;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">And now she’s willing to risk almost anything—her reputation, even her virtue—to find out. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ead1dc;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">But what Lord Ruel proposes startles her.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">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.</span><br />
<span style="color: #ead1dc;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">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?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She backed all the way into the bookcase.</span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">“Why did you run away?” His deep voice settled in her belly, rich and warm, like crème brûlée on a cold winter’s night.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">“Because I wanted you to follow.” She tried to sound sophisticated and seductive, but her voice choked off on the last word.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">He appeared different. Softer. More approachable.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">At the change, her insides seemed to flip over.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">“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.”</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">It should be easy to regain her control.</span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Say something—anything—else he will think you’re a bird-wit.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">An intimate smile, one that invited her to play, tugged at his mouth.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">“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. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">He brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “She will invariably ask herself if he will try to kiss her.”</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.”</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Kissing him.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Dear God. Her breaths began to come very fast and short. Her throat went tight with a suppressed moan.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Excitement rushed through her, sending tingles to every point of her body, even her toes.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">But no, he wouldn’t. Not yet.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">He kept leaning closer. He didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he seemed to focus all the harder upon her.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Her heart pounding, unable to move away, she braced herself for his assault.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">His lips brushed hers, barely. A gossamer caress.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">He lifted his head.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">It was done.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">And it hadn’t even begun.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Never show your feelings.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">Ruel traced her jaw line with his fingertips. Unthinkingly, she leaned in to his touch.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">“Of course, once he has kissed her, then it’s his turn to wonder…” </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">His voice sounded unnaturally loud in her ears. “How will she respond? Will she withdraw, or can he ignite some hidden fire?”</span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">“Please don’t make sport of me.”</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">She cringed. Was that quavering, pleading voice really hers?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">An infinitesimal pause. “Now, why on earth would I do such a thing?” His voice was as smooth as velvet.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">“To please your vanity,” she replied, trying to regain her wits.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">“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.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">“Is that vanity?” He put a finger under her chin, giving her no choice but to face him. “Is it?” He gentled his grip.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: large;">The warmth in his voice settled over her like luscious hot chocolate. Melting her insides to quivering burgoo, rendering her speechless, unable to move.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">In <b><i>Kink Club Blues</i></b>,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…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Check out book I, <b><i>Sex, Ties and Videotape</i></b>, to read how Paul
and Geoffrey’s relationship starts, and then enjoy watching Brian get his just
deserts in <b><i>Kink Club Blues </i></b><a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a>even more!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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propose to Geoffrey but first, his urge to protect his lover drives him to
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to the local kink club, and into the arms of a man whose punishment gives him
all he secretly craves.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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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. <i>Paul was right. I just didn’t get it.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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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. <i>God, is this what Geoffrey wanted me to do
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">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>I didn’t want to. I’m really not into this.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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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
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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
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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
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<span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-size: large;">MLR Press: <a href="http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=EL_KINKY">http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=EL_KINKY</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-size: large;">All Romance Ebooks: <a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-kinkclubblues-1521996-354.html">https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-kinkclubblues-1521996-354.html</a><b> <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-size: large;">Amazon: <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kink-Club-Blues-Eva-Lefoy-ebook/dp/B00KIRNHM8/">http://www.amazon.com/Kink-Club-Blues-Eva-Lefoy-ebook/dp/B00KIRNHM8/</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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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
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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 <b>Alchemy. </b>~Lia</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Welcome
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;">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. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Quickly they ripped off each other’s
nightwear until they were both naked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">As he reached for a condom, Tamsin said
quietly, “Is protection really necessary now we’re married? Let’s make a
honeymoon baby.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><span lang="ES">“Signora Leopoldo di
Monte Valla.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">“Wider still and wider for me, babe. I
want to see every bit of you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">‘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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">“Keep it going.” She whimpered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">He wet his fingers in his juices and,
circling her labia, she bucked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">“That’s what I like to know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">“I’m going to…come.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">“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.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">He slid his fingers deep into her clit,
moving in and out, the slick, accepting sound of her desire like a metronome
beating time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">He stopped and she felt she’d die. “Move,”
she moaned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">“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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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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
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">I've
also authored several short stories that feature on my blog <a href="http://www.serenafairfax.com/serena_fairfax_author_blog/">http://www.serenafairfax.com/serena_fairfax_author_blog/</a>.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="font-size: large;">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
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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 <b>Forbidden Destiny (Fearless Love) </b>in print.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>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?</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She is benediction</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She is addicted to thee</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She is the root connection</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She is connecting with he</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Here I go and I don't know why</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I flow so ceaselessly</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Could it be he's taking over me</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I'm dancing barefoot</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Headin' for a spin</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Some strange music draws me in</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It makes me come up like some heroine</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She is sublimation</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She is the essence of thee</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She is concentrating on</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He who is chosen by she</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Here I go when I don't know why</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I spin so ceaselessly</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Could it be he's taking over me</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I'm dancing barefoot</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Headin' for a spin</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Some strange music drags me in</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Makes me come up like some heroine</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She is recreation</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She intoxicated by thee</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She has the slow sensation that</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He is levitating with she</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Here I go when I don't know why</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I spin so ceaselessly</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">'Til I lose my sense of gravity</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I'm dancing barefoot</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Heading for a spin</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Some strange music draws me in</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Makes me come up like some heroine</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oh God I fell for you</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oh God I fell for you</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oh God I fell for you</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oh God I fell for you</span></div>
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<em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Songwriters: Kral, Ivan / Smith, Patti</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Q<strong style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">: Why did you feel compelled to write this story?</em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Q: <strong style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">What would you like people to take away from this story?</em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Q: <strong style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">As an author, what is your main goal when connecting with a reader?</em></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A: Entertainment. Despite the nature of some of my stories, such as human trafficking in <em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Reckless Endangerment</strong></em> or breaking free of co-dependency/expectation in <em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Dancing Barefoot</strong></em>, 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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Excerpt from <em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><strong style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Dancing Barefoot</strong></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a data-mce-href="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg" href="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg" style="border: 0px; color: #117bb8; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="DancingBarefoot_1FINAL" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2099" data-mce-src="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg?w=210" height="300" src="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg?w=210" style="border: 0px; display: inline; float: left; height: auto; margin: 0px 20px 20px 0px; max-width: 100%;" width="210" /></a><span style="color: #ead1dc;">He 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.”</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I suppose not.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But I have.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Me, too.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Are you happy?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What do you mean?” She folded her arms across her chest.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What does it matter? I can’t undo it.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of course I have regrets, but so what? What good does that do us?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s why I came here tonight, to see…”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“When did you get so mean?” Too tired to fight, tears blurred her eyes. “Get out. Enough insults for one night. Just go.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why are you still wearing my ring?” His voice was low and powerful in the small room.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why do you?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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—”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You had my address. I didn’t disappear.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You let me go without a word. Until today, I hadn’t heard from you in years, yet here you are wearing my ring.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do you know why I brought your address with me? Do you?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You wanted to tell me off, right? That’s why you came here, to hurt me.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wanted to show you how much I don’t care.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Doesn’t that show me how much you really <em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">do</em> care?” She lifted her chin, determined not to cry.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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'.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Boldness replaced caution.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a data-mce-href="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg" href="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg" style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="DancingBarefoot_1FINAL" class="alignright size-medium wp-image-2099" data-mce-src="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg?w=210" height="300" src="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg?w=210" style="border: 0px; display: inline; float: right; height: auto; margin: 0px 0px 20px 20px; max-width: 100%;" width="210" /></a>Standing on tiptoes, she smoothed her hands along the front of his chest. Touching him again was like coming home from a long, exhausting journey.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Kiss me,” she whispered against his mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,” he whispered as his hands slid up her arms before cupping the back of head.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"I dare you."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Never."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"I know you want to."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"I don't."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Now who's the liar?" she asked, her teeth tugging at his lower lip.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">God, she had missed this, missed him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He ripped her tank top in two and tossed the material aside. His hands squeezed her breasts while his mouth devoured hers.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"This is wrong," he muttered against her skin.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Right. Always right with us." She sank her fingernails into his shoulders.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"What the lady wants, the lady gets," he said, a predatory gleam in his eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His hands worked at pushing her yoga pants over her hips while his mouth claimed her breast.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Not exactly, but it'll do," she whispered, still out of breath, heartbeat slamming like a caged bird's wings inside her chest.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His mouth sucked on her lower lip, tongue teased hers. "I don't know what to do with you, Jessica Moriarty."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a data-mce-href="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg" href="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg" style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="DancingBarefoot_1FINAL" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2099" data-mce-src="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg?w=210" height="300" src="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2014/05/dancingbarefoot_1final.jpg?w=210" style="border: 0px; display: inline; float: left; height: auto; margin: 0px 20px 20px 0px; max-width: 100%;" width="210" /></a>He walked down the stairs without saying a word.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She returned to the kitchen to find him still waiting. She'd hoped he'd gone.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"I didn't intend on that. I should go," he said.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Stay. Don't go. Maybe we should talk or something.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She wanted to scream, stomp her foot like a child, fall to her knees …anything to make him stay.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And now you understand?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.” He shook his head, a slight grin curving his lips. “But I accept that I will never understand.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She rubbed the palm of her hand over her face. Of course he had someone else. She had discarded him like a used napkin.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You're serious with this woman? What you said about the different women all the time was just to hurt me, right?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes to both questions.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wish it wasn’t like this between us…”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She stared at the ring against the faded fabric. “Please don’t leave it. Like you said, it’s yours.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Keep it, throw it away, it no longer matters to me. Be well, <em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">bella</em>.” Door open, he hesitated at the threshold and looked around the room before meeting her gaze again.</span></div>
<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: 20px;">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.</span><div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“<em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Caro</em>…” she whispered.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Without another look back, he closed the door behind him.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"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.</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a data-mce-href="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/santamonica.jpg" href="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/santamonica.jpg" style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><img alt="SantaMonica" class="alignright size-full wp-image-366" data-mce-src="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/santamonica.jpg" height="298" src="http://authortammydenningsmaggy.files.wordpress.com/2011/11/santamonica.jpg" style="border: 0px; display: inline; float: right; height: auto; margin: 0px 0px 20px 20px; max-width: 100%;" width="179" /></a>Amber 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: <em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Kiss Me Slowly, Riptide, Reckless Endangerment, Anonymity,</em> <em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">In Between</em>, and <em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Dancing Barefoot.</em> Her memoir, <em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Free Fall,</em> is dedicated to suicide prevention, awareness, and helping others navigate the dark journey of grief.</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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, <a data-mce-href="http://www.amberleaeaston.com" href="http://www.amberleaeaston.com/" style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">http://www.amberleaeaston.com</a>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">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."</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Easton also publishes under the name Dakota Skye who has one paranormal erotic romance, <em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Blurred Lines</em>, currently available and another, <em style="border: 0px; font-weight: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Deadly Decadence</em>, due out in the fall of 2014</span></div>
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Tammy Dennings Maggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17551291117492287824noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176082079852295489.post-13911987190683514172014-05-22T00:00:00.000-07:002014-05-22T00:00:06.528-07:00Sensuous Promo’s Presents - Book Tour for Breaching the Lieutenant by Eva Lefoy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lieutenant Mark Oates has a lot to learn, both about the U.S. Army and about
himself. When a senior officer confronts Oates about his latent homosexual
tendencies, he’s backed into a corner and only one man can help him out.
Trouble is, can he trust him not to ruin his career plans?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Evans was dishonorably discharged from the Army during Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell
for his openly gay sexuality. He fought the system and lost, but continues to
help the young officers sent to his door discover their hidden desires. When
gorgeous hunk Lt. Oates arrives, he knows he must breach the lieutenant’s
defenses in order to show him the pleasure he deserves. But once he gains
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in me.” He reached down and spread his thighs open with his hands, watching
Evans’ eyes light up. “Please. I want to feel you. Just you, Evans. Put your
cock in my ass.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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warning, part moan. “You’re not ready for that. Trust me.” He looked worried,
but Oates saw something else lurking in the former hard-ass sergeant’s gaze. <i>Desire.</i> And he wanted that yearning
turned toward him, rushing through him, wanted to rub it all over him until he
stank of it. His cock swelled.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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thigh and groped his balls. The sac was soft, warm, and he rolled the
sergeant’s testes gently in his hand. “I mean it. If you don’t do it, I’ll find
someone who will. But I’d rather it be you, sergeant. Show me. Teach me.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS","sans-serif";"><span style="color: #ead1dc; font-size: large;">Oates grabbed the back of his
head, drawing him the rest of the way down. Their mouths met. He’d never
experienced a kiss so firm and luscious. The sergeant’s lips were strong and
they vibrated with his needy groan. Oates shoved his tongue between Evans’ lips
probing, sampling. The man tasted like salt and sweat, and the flavor, mixed
with the lingering taste of his cock, had Oates spreading his legs, desperate
to be filled, even if he’d regret it later. He pushed Evans’ mouth away and
left his hand on the man’s firm chest. He gazed at its perfection, stroking,
caressing the darkly tanned pecs. He glanced up at Evans and they locked gazes.
Neither of them said another word.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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went to the tool box and grabbed a condom out of a dusty box. He watched Evans
roll it down his full length, then clamber back up next to him. He hesitated,
and Oates took the initiative. Grabbing Evans by the arm, he pulled him down so
their chests met. “Just like this, Evans.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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his body quivering against him. His mouth searched for Oates’ once more, and he
let him find it, let him kiss him hard. The manly stroking opened him, made him
wanton, made him draw Evans’ hand down between his legs, his fingers to his
eager hole. “Fuck me, sir” he whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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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
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to House of Taboo! I'm "Luscious Lia" Michaels, you host and owner of this naughty club. I've been splitting my time between here and our new digs, <a href="http://houseoftaboo2.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Taboo II</a>. Don't worry, Tony and I will still be here as it's our first "child" together and the home of so many fun times with fellow authors and surprise guests. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">Taboo II is going to be a featured regular in Sassy Vixen Publishing's shared world series Temptations Resort. We're not alone. Tawny Savage will soon open up her adult entertainment compound called </span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Silk N Satin</span><span style="color: magenta;">. Like Taboo II, </span><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Silk N Satin</span><span style="color: magenta;"> is a companion to the larger resort of Tawny's in Nevada called Silk Seductions. Look for more on that in the coming weeks. (hint: you'll get to read all about it in the summer anthology Season of Sun and Sin!)</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>~Lia</i></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02583777957530873423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176082079852295489.post-39355679067164856232014-04-15T00:00:00.000-07:002014-04-15T00:00:02.559-07:00Book Enthusiast Promotions Presents: LILY by author @Bonnie_Bliss #wolves #vampires #erotica<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 14pt;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: magenta;"><i style="background-color: black;">Welcome to The House of Taboo! I'm Luscious Lia, your host and owner of this establishment. This week we're thrilled to be a part of the promotional blitz for our friend and fellow author Bonnie Blitz. She's re-released one of her novels written as R.L. Kirk. Now the tales of Lily Blackwood and the Blackwood wolves will all be told under the pen name Bonnie Bliss...a name synonymous with smokin' hot characters and even steamier love scenes. </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i style="background-color: black;">This blitz is hosted by Book Enthusiasts promotions. They've put together a great lineup of blogs to showcase different excerpts form <b>Lily: The Blackwood Wolves Saga. </b>Some stops even agreed to post reviews. In fact, our sister blog Sassy Vixen Publishing is one of them. You can find The Vixen's 5 heart review for <b>Lily</b> by clicking on the link below.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Lily Blackwood is torn between two strong men...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">One, Wallace is her perfect idea of a partner, loving, loyal and handsome. The second, Bryn, is her true mate, the man chosen for her by nature and her family. Denial and naivety for nature’s choice, sends her into a rage of independence against the laws of her own destiny, family and her own father.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wallace Kirk is assigned to protect the beautiful Lily since her birth...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">His loyalties are tearing him apart. His own mate, dead, taken from him, fills his thoughts as Lily begs for his attention. She needs him, but not as much as the wolf that prowls in her flesh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yet his true mate, the woman chosen for him, denies her destiny. His battle for her and </span><span style="font-size: large;">his own pride must overcome her feisty rebellious streak. Both men must fight for her in the throes of oncoming battle and she must make the right choice. A decision that will shape the war.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">“All these victims are females, more to the point, female
wolves…Blackwood Pack wolves. I knew three of them, Wallace even more. They’re
part of our family.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">An icy chill chose that moment to ripple up and down her
spine. Her arms came up again to cross over her chest. She was closing herself
off. Fear had a funny way of forcing your body to react in ways you didn’t want
them to. Lily started to speak. Her throat suddenly dry, she cleaned it on a
cough and finally spoke, in a whisper, almost like a mouse. “What does this
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">“I think deep down you know why, but I’ll spell it out for
you. We believe that someone is trying to draw bigger prey out in the open. We
don’t know who but we think they’re trying to get to either you or your
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Lily knew this time would come. The rise of her wolf and
her place in the pack was coming to the fore. Her sister and father let her do
her thing, biding their time and just waiting for something to happen that
would spark her dominant gene, pick a mate, and step up to take charge. Peering
down at the pictures, she realized that now was the moment she had to step
back. A deep part of Lily knew that she was never a human woman. She was wolf.
She closed her eyes tight, took a deep breath and let the air out slow. Then,
she turned towards Wallace. “What does this mean for me, not just as a
Blackwood, as a wolf? Be honest. We both knew at some point this…” She motioned
toward her home, referring more to her life. “…was temporary.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">Lily rubbed her hands down her face. A mate was
inevitable. She’d always known this. She hid from the truth under the misguided
impression that she could just avoid it. Why? Maybe the idea of having Wallace.
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something inside her rebelled against the idea of a mate because she knew that
with the mate, came the responsibility. Her father had always told her she was
the one. Her sister Catherine wasn’t meant to be an Alpha. She was. Duty,
loyalty, responsibility. She was so fucked. It was time, and it slammed into
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;">That’s what this all came down to. She was worried she
would make a shitty mate and shitty Alpha. She was too curious, too weak,
too—human. She also didn’t like acting like an authoritative twat like the
other Alpha females. Her mother had died before she knew what a true woman of
power could and should be like. Lily could feel the penetrating gazes of Mike
and Wallace as she sat and just stared at the murder scenes. She would be safer
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Bonnie Bliss is the brain
child of two authors. Bonnie is husband and wife duo that has come together to
weave stories of passion, action, betrayal, and ultimate surrender. They have
discovered that mixing genres in their thing. Their tastes go dark, and they
love to twisted up sweet stories and make them a bit more tense and sexy.
Bonnie writes in multiple genres with plans to dabble into more areas of
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native, the other was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. The husband spends
his time giving the wife alpha males with bite. He is a man that needs to see
his world in print. He has a panty melting accent, loves listening to music,
watching Game of Thrones, and obsessing over Heisenberg. The wife spends her
time writing strong women that evolve into their power, they don’t just come
out guns blazing. She claims the song California Girls, by Katy Perry is
totally accurate. She’s done everything from waitressing, customer service
phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impression part of her
life working for the Disney Corporation—before finding her way into the
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">Twitter: </span><a href="https://twitter.com/Bonnie_Bliss"><span style="color: #1155cc; line-height: 115%;">https://twitter.com/Bonnie_Bliss</span></a><span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to The House of Taboo! I'm Luscious Lia Michaels, your host and owner of this adults only establishment. This week I've joined a group of fabulous authors sharing six paragraphs from a new release, current WIP, or any of our books from our back lists. I thought it would be fun to share the opening paragraphs from my current work in progress, "Sweet Surrender" which will be out this summer in Sassy Vixen Publishing's anthology <b>Season of Sun and Sin</b>. I'm one of five authors in that one and it showcases five tales of erotica and erotic romance that will blow your mind. </i></span><div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>This is actually the second installment in the story of the Candy Kisses Gang as I call them. The first part was told in "Have a Naughty, Naughty Christmas" in '<b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00H5T69NG" target="_blank">Tis the Season for Seduction</a></b>. Now we find the polyamorous foursome moving forward with the renovations of their restaurant and with their relationship together.</i></span><div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Not that she minded the chaos, but lately it was getting a bit more than she could handle. The excitement over the new restaurant and after hours pub had built up to near rock star levels since Darrin held the press conference after they returned from Maui in January. He’d wasted no time getting the word out that Candy Kisses and Kisses After Dark would be </span><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-style: italic;">the </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">place to be in Detroit during the Fourth of July weekend. Between the endless requests for interviews and the sudden increase in business from the crowds who wanted to watch the new place unfold before their eyes, Candi, Alexander, Gabriel, and Darrin had very little time to breathe let alone find time to spend with each other.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Tonight they were to have one more run through with the contractor to tighten up any loose ends and make any changes the foursome wanted before the opening. This was it. Her dreams for her little bistro were finally coming true and she owed it all to the three hunks in her life. Six months earlier the four of them set out on an adventure of pure lust and fantasy. Now they were partners in business as well as in private. Being part of a menage had always been a secret fantasy, but what she had with the guys was so much more. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She was close to the edge and he knew it, wanting to take his time
before he brought her all theway off. Her taste was intoxicating and the way
she moved, he was almost as close as she was. Her fingers tightened in his hair
as she undulated beneath him. “Your tongue . . . God, Eli, don’t stop! Right
there . . . I’m almost . . .”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He opened his eyes because he wanted to watch the release wash
over her, and saw not Zoe, but red hair and bright green eyes full of fire.
Bex’s mouth detailing how good it was, moaning and crying out his name. She
reached for him, pulling him up to stretch out over her while she kissed him,
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smile. “I’ve wanted this for so long . . .” He leaned in to kiss her again,
only to hear a banging on the door.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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scenario, given his highly stimulated state. “Jesus, I’m coming.” He allowed
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She stormed past him into the house in a tight gray t-shirt and an
ancient pair of jeans, smelling of oranges and something darker, something that
made his already hyper libido perk up. “You didn’t tell me! You knew she was
reading this,” she held the book aloft, “and you didn’t say anything!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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wood, trying to think of some way to distract her, so that she wouldn’t notice
the tent in the front of his jeans. “I saw it the first day she came into the
office.” He walked over to the fridge, wondering if it would be rude to dump a
tray of ice cubes down his pants in front of a guest. “Can I get you a beer?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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again. “I mean, Jesus Christ on a cracker, Eli.” She took the beer he offered
her and downed half of it, then tossed the book onto the sofa. “‘he broke the
band of her underclothes”? Really?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Suddenly, a single ice cube tray seemed wholly insufficient. “Um, yes, there is
that.” The lack of blood to his brain had rendered his more complicated
conversational skills damn near impotent, a condition not suffered by the rest
of him. “Did you read the rest of it?” He leaned back against the back of his
couch, sipping his own beer and watching her sinewy movements. The jeans were
an intense distraction, low on her hips and showing a tempting strip of belly
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">“No! I got some take out on the way home from the range, opened a
bottle of wine, kicked back on the couch. You’d have been proud of me. I was
trying to relax until I opened up the book and read the porn you gave me
masquerading as literature.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">“It’s not porn,” he responded automatically. Eli was paying less
attention to her rant and more attention to her scent as she stalked past him
on her pacing route. Oranges and sex filled his mind.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">“It’s an amazing book full of gorgeous imagery, but the subject
matter—”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She stopped in front of him, eyes glinting like emeralds. “The
subject matter is sold on newsstands under brown paper wrappers.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">“Technically, the brown wrappers were used for the subscriptions
through the mail in accordance with federal postal law. It’s done with opaque
plastic now, and sold on the stands the same way. But this book,” Eli
straightened slowly away from the couch, bringing him close enough that her
scent made his nostrils flare as he mentally held himself in check. “This book
is beautiful, one of the finest the language has to offer. I wouldn’t have
thought you to be a prude.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">It was the voice of the phone call this afternoon, playful and
sensual. Eli was close, damn close to her, looking down with eyes that were
uncharacteristically dark. He looked... feral, on edge. His eyes dropped to
her lips and she found herself holding her breath. “I’m not a prude,” she said
finally, looking away and taking a step back to give herself some space to
think, to breathe a scent that wasn’t him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Surprisingly, he followed her movement, keeping close to her.
“It’s a magnificent piece of literature, and yeah, it’s arousing . . .” his
lips curled into a slow smile that made her stomach flip flop.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">“It’s porn! I mean, you can dress it up with all the awards and
pretty words, but it’s porn, and Violet gave it to AR to read.” She really
wanted to stop having this argument, this conversation, because all she could
think of was reenacting the scene she’d read with him instead of her
imagination’s rendition of him.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He chuckled quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Vi’s seventeen,
she’s pushing the envelope, experimenting. AR was, too. A little later than
most, but still, he was definitely testing the limits.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Eli’s eyes got a faraway look to them that she was coming to know
very well. “Hell, by the time I was his age, I’d read it at least three times
and owned my own copy.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Bex crossed her arms over her chest, needing some distance between
her and the crazy feelings roiling through her. “And when was the last time
your arousal led you to fuck a schoolgirl?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">“When it was age appropriate,” he answered immediately. His gaze
fell to her lips again, and she had the craziest urge to lick them, just to see
what he’d do.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Everything about him tonight was intense, like he was charged with
static electricity and looking for a place to go to ground. His flippant answer
bugged her, because he was only flip when he was trying to deflect attention.
Only one topic of late fit all those criteria. “What was it like?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">“What?” His eyes traveled down her frame and back up, stopping at
her lips again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">This time she did lick them, enjoying the way his eyes widened and
he responded in kind. “What was it like? To just get lost in the moment like
that?” The idea of first love was actually pretty foreign to her. A pretty
fiction of storybooks and her mother’s romance novels, not something that happened
to real people.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Her partner, she was noticing with increasing frequency, was as
real as they came. From his vintage Animal t-shirt, to his well-worn jeans, and
down to his surprisingly endearing bare feet. He had nice feet. She’d never
seen them before. He shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed, seemingly
having a staring contest with the floor just in front of his toes. Finally, he
looked back at her and she could see something was different. “You really wanna
know?” His voice had dropped to barely above a whisper.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She nodded, knowing her own voice would betray her immediately.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">The corner of his mouth curled up into a half smile all the way to
the dimple in his cheek. “It was amazing. Here was this girl who I had no
business looking at, much less wanting, and yet, there we were.” He began to
pace, the fitful energy radiating off him again. “She was gorgeous, different
than anything I’d ever known, ever thought of . . . and she was mine. The taste
of her lips kept me up at night after the first kiss. Wondering if she meant to
do that, if she’d let me do it again. Was it as world altering for her?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He was close enough to touch now, and she found herself fighting
the urge to do so. Run her hand down his arm, touch his shoulder, something,
she just craved the tactile contact. “Obviously it was. I mean, she let you do
it again . . .” She licked her lips again, suddenly pissed that they were
talking about another woman again. Kissing him, touching him, it pushed a whole
panel of buttons in her, the ones she kept behind the bulletproof glass.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Eli reached out and swept her bangs behind her ear, his long
fingers stealing a sigh from her as they traced a lingering path down her neck.
“Maybe,” he whispered, stepping close enough for her to see that his eyes were almost
black and full of intent.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He was going to kiss her and she was going to let him. She tilted
her chin up, bringing her lips close to his, thinking that just maybe there
might be some truth in that whole ‘living forward’ thing Vi spoke of. He, in
turn, wound his fingers in her hair and settled his mouth over hers. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Bex couldn’t tell who moaned first, but it was immaterial, since
they both jumped apart at the police siren that kicked up outside. She was
unnerved by what they had done, were about to do, would have gotten to sooner
rather than later, and wow, he was a good kisser, for as brief as she’d had it.
It’d been long enough that her mind had apparently misplaced that important
tidbit of info. “I . . . I gotta go.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Come on in folks! Grab your seats and put your orders in for your favorite margaritas. My partner and love Tony will be sure to hook you up right with a pitcher of them for your tables. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to Wild and Wicked Wednesday here at the House of Taboo. I'm Lia Michaels, your host and co-owner of this place. Taboo is the spot where you can leave your inhibitions at the door and just immerse yourself into your fantasies. Today we have a very special guest. Our friend and fellow author Dakota Skye just released her debut paranormal erotic romance. I'm thrilled to no end she's jumped right into the erotic world!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i><b>Blurred Lines</b> is the first of what I hope are many more books from Dakota that deal with ghosts. The otherworldly beings are a fascination of mine and I think that's why I'm drawn to this story. After reading the blurb and the following excerpt, I'm sure you will be too! And just look at the purple in that cover! Could it match the decor around here any more perfectly? ;)</i></span><br />
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her writing partner, Alex, and the love of her life, Shane—especially because
her ex-fiancé is now a ghost. Tormented with both guilt for moving on with
someone else and a desire to be free of the past, she's pulled between both
men. Shane struggles with accepting his death and seeing the woman he loves
with someone else. Alex is determined to free Sierra from limbo and change
their relationship from casual to serious, but the bond she has with Shane
transcends death. One of the three needs to let go.<i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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Mexican drug cartel, he can't accept the idea that all of the plans he had had
for his life will never come true. More than that, he can't let go of the love
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Sierra Daniels is crushed after Shane's death. Head writer on a successful
television series, she can't get back into the groove of life. All enthusiasm
for work is gone. Ready to quit everything, she travels to her cabin in Lake
Tahoe in hopes of escaping everyone's expectations and disappearing for a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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career change from DEA agent to lead consultant and writer on hit television
series. Sierra's grief has shadowed everyone around her, including him, and
jeopardizes both of their careers. Unwilling to accept defeat, he follows her
to Lake Tahoe determined to break through the barrier enveloping her and make
her see that life is still worth living. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He pulled her across his lap and
kissed her. "You have no idea how many times I've thought you needed some
restraints...and maybe a spanking." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Hmm...," she teased his
lower lip with her teeth, "I think you like that I'm a little bit
bad." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"I think you're right."
Amusement flashed in his eyes as he lazily brushed his lips against hers.
"I'm also liking the idea of tying you up and having my way with
you." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"You had your way with
me." She sucked on his lower lip, feeling the twinge of desire stir deep
in her core. With a sigh, she smoothed her hand through his hair and pressed
her forehead against his. Heart hammering in her chest, she needed to do the
one thing she didn't want to do.
"Listen, Alex, you trust me and it's about time I came clean with
everything before you follow me into this new venture."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He shook his head 'no', a teasing
light in his eyes. "You talk too much. Do you ever stop thinking?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Abruptly, he stood, hands on her
ass to carry her with him toward the bedroom. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Alex...I need to tell you
something," she said even though her body had already begun quivering with
anticipation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"You can tell me
afterward." He tossed her onto the bed. "Take off your clothes."
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Oh, you're going to boss me
now, is that it?" Damn, she liked this idea. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Sweater first. I like seeing
your tits." He stood over her, waiting. He bit his lower lip, his gaze
already fixated on her chest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She shifted to her knees in the
middle of the bed, heart quickening at the idea that Shane may be watching, but
desire at Alex's commanding presence in front of her. With a yank, she pulled
the sweater over her head and tossed it aside. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Touch yourself like you did
this morning," he said, gaze feasting on her breasts. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She grabbed each breast in the palm
of her hand and lifted them up, squeezed them together, her thumbs flicking
over the nipples. She never looked away from his face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Now strip all the way. I want
you naked."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She stood on the bed, feeling more
daring than she'd ever felt with his eyes devouring her every move. She shimmied
free of first her pants before slowly guiding the panties over her hips. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He knelt on the side of the bed and
ran his hands up the sides of her legs. "You are magnificent,
Sierra."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He slid a hand between her thighs
and moved his thumb in a circular motion around her clit, teasing but not
touching the sensitive spot that ached for his full attention. He licked the
inside of her knee. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Standing above him like this, fully
exposed in the light, had all of her nerve endings snapping with both
uncertainty and desire. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Lay face down on the
bed," he ordered before stepping away from the mattress. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Alex walked to his bag and pulled
out a belt. Without saying a word, he moved behind her, slid the belt down
first one shoulder and then the other before leaning against her and
whispering, "Do you trust me, Sierra?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Yes," she whispered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Put your hands behind your
back."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She complied, wincing when he
cinched the belt around her wrists so tightly she couldn't break free. A tingle
of fear rippled down her spine. She'd been partially joking about being
restrained, hadn't thought he'd go through with it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">His hands moved around her torso,
firmly grasping her tits in his hands before licking the side of her neck.
"I'm going to have my way with you again. Don't speak." He sucked on
her earlobe. "Don't think. Let me have complete control for once. Just <i>feel</i>." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She nodded, heartbeat lodged in her
throat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He squeezed her ass before biting
each cheek, his thumbs sliding into the crack and spreading her open. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Face against the mattress, she had
never felt so vulnerable. His hands slid down the back of her thighs before
returning to her ass and spanking her. Once. Twice. Soft at first. Then harder.
Squeezing. Biting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Maybe I should have used the
belt for this," he muttered against her hip before slapping her ass again.
Harder. "That's for all the hell you've given me this past year."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He spread her legs wide, his
fingers sliding into her pussy while he continued slapping and biting her ass. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She bit her lip to keep from
speaking, enjoying this role of submissive, but she wanted his cock. His
teasing torment was too much to bear. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Alex flipped her onto his back,
keeping her legs spread wide, knees hanging over the edge of the bed, while he
undressed between her thighs. Gaze on hers, he peeled off his sweater. Scars
and cigarette burns marred his flesh, but she didn't care. To her they only
magnified his sexiness. Jeans off, he stood with his massive cock erect and
twitching. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Once again she thought he looked
dangerous and as far from legal as anyone she'd ever met. Arms bound behind her
back, she lay naked in front of him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He ran his hands over her thighs
before shoving three fingers inside of her. Hard. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He knelt over her, licked her clit.
Sucked. Bit her hip. Lightly, but hard enough to cause enough pain to
deliciously torture her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">His mouth covered one breast, while
his fingers increased their torment on her cunt. His tongue teased her nipple
to arousal. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Saliva flooded her mouth. She
wanted his cock in every hole she had. She craved his cum in her mouth. She
wanted to be thoroughly fucked until all troubling thoughts disappeared from
her mind. Whimpers of need escaped her throat. She bit her lip, remembering his
command not to speak. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He moved to her other breast, teeth
grazing he nipple. His fingers fucked her, faster and harder. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She wiggled her hips to meet his
pace. Pleasure stirred low in her gut and rippled through her body like waves
on the ocean. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Don't come until I give you
permission. Stop yourself." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She shook her head 'no' against the
mattress. Was he insane? She couldn't stop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He rose above her. "I said no,
Sierra. You don't get to orgasm until I say so."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">His fingers left her just before
she could find release. Looking satisfied with himself, he used both hands to
cup her breasts and push them together. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"God, I love your tits.
They're perfect. I could suck on them all day and never get enough." His
gaze met hers. "I liked fucking them this morning." He dropped them
and straddled her chest until his cock bobbed in front of her face. "Do
you want to suck my dick, Sierra? Or how about my balls? Do you want them in
your mouth?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">She nodded and licked her lips. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He slid his penis into her mouth
until she thought she'd suffocate. Then he slipped it out until the tip touched
her lips. She licked the head, sucked it, wished she could touch him. Then he
shoved it back into her mouth until she gagged from him hitting the back of her
throat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">In a sudden move, he pulled himself
free of her and replaced his cock with his tongue, ravaging her mouth until
they were both moaning with need. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">One hand on her breast and another
fisting in her hair, he thrust himself deep into her cunt while his mouth clung
to hers. He fucked her, deeply and slowly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Denying her body release became
painful as she squeezed the muscles of her pussy trying to keep herself from
orgasm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Do you want to come?" He
muttered against her lips as her body twisted and bucked against his. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Yes."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Say please." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Please."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Please what?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"Please let me come, Alex.
Please." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">"I like the way you beg."
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He lifted from her and rammed his
cock faster into her. "Come with me, Sierra. Come with me." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">Ecstasy arched her back. She
screamed with it. Waves of pleasure rocked her into oblivion. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He fell on top of her, equally out
of breath and sweaty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">It felt like minutes before either
of them moved. He untangled himself from her legs, turned her onto her side,
and released her wrists from their bondage. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;">He bit her shoulder, his arm
sliding around her waist from behind. "This is the best damn getaway of my
life." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><b><i>Dakota Skye is an author fascinated by the paranormal. After having several personal "unexplained experiences" in her life, she started exploring the idea of the "other side." Ghosts, angels, Spirit Guides…what are they and do we interact with them more than we know? In her stories, she incorporates that fascination with fantasy while always focusing on the love.</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome back to Taboo's Center Stage. Yesterday I let you know we've revamped my first gay erotic short story and the second edition is up and available for your reading pleasure. Today, I'm excited to be a part of a special blog hop. Each week, several authors post six paragraphs from one of their current WIPs or something they've already published. This week, I decided to share something from <b>Forbidden Destiny (Fearless Love).</b> Here's a short blurb...</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><b>“No!” Ethan Quaderer’s eyes snapped open. Momentarily confused, his eyes darted around the dimly lit room. His own voice still rang in his ears. It took a moment for him to remember where he was—in the cabin he once shared with Abraham. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><b>It’d been fifteen years since he’d allowed himself to set foot in it again. Even now, a small piece of him regretted coming back. Too many memories crashed back to him the moment he drove up the private road toward the lake and the bald eagle nesting area. He had struggled to keep the tears at bay, but to no avail. He’d finally returned to the one place where he could let all the emotions come back to the surface, including how broken he’d been the day Abraham walked out of his life. Those memories frightened him just as much as the dreams. Each time he and Abraham approached the moment where they were to join their souls, he and his eagle spirit vanished. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><b>The suddenness of Abraham’s disappearance in his dream world had opened up the old wounds in his heart. No amount of distraction had kept the pain from returning to him night after night. God knew he had tried hard to forget. Each and every mission he’d gone out on with his team provided temporary relief at best. His mind had never let him forget for very long. The instant he fell asleep, every single moment came back to him live and in living color.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><b>Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to stay in the cabin. I could’ve stayed on base or even rented something closer but something keeps calling me back here. I’ve got to face it once and for all. No more running.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><b>Ethan slipped on his boxers and made his way to the kitchen. Halfway down the hallway, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee reached his nose and brought a smile to his face. The woman he’d hired to manage the property thought of everything—including setting the timer on the coffeemaker. The fully stocked refrigerator and pantry had also been her handy work. Ethan didn’t have much time to shop for supplies and had requested a few basics in his email that had requested the cabin be free for his arrival. Since he’d been deployed, he’d allowed the property to be rented out to others but had never considered selling it. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-size: large;"><b>It was the place he’d bared his soul to the man he loved. He’d never believed for one moment the feelings weren’t reciprocated. In fact, he knew without a doubt Abraham had loved him just as deeply. Unfortunately, Abraham’s old demons had interfered in the end and caused him to doubt who and what he was—who both of them were to their tribes and to each other. </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Well, there you have it. My Sneak Peek Sunday submission. Make sure you check out the other fabulous authors participating this week. Just click <a href="http://sneak-peek-sunday.blogspot.com/2014/03/march-9.html" target="_blank">HERE</a>.</i></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02583777957530873423noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176082079852295489.post-47527975816070218482014-03-08T00:00:00.000-08:002014-03-08T00:00:05.576-08:00#SaturdaySpotlight @HouseofTaboo author Lia Michaels Revises Her #Erotic #LGBT Short Story FORBIDDEN DESTINY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to the Center Stage at the House of Taboo! I'm "Luscious Lia" Michaels, your host and co-owner of this naughty establishment. My partner Tony and I are thrilled to have you here today for the relaunch of my first gay erotic romance <b>Forbidden Destiny (Fearless Love 1)</b>. I've taken the critiques to heart and tweaked the tale a bit to tighten it up. Sassy Vixen Publishing has now added their new logo to the cover to help bring the series into the fold s one of their exclusive authors.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Abraham Tuttle grew up in a household where being different was unacceptable. Forbidden. He hid his true nature, a Two Spirit—not male or female, but both. For many Native American tribes, being Two Spirit is a blessing, one to be honored and revered. Not so for Abraham.</i></span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02583777957530873423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2176082079852295489.post-56764836855979990932014-02-14T02:46:00.000-08:002014-02-14T02:46:54.407-08:00@Tawny_Savage Stops In to Share What's New in the World of #Bigfoot and #Taboo #Erotica<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to the House of Taboo! I'm Luscious Lia Michaels, your host and co-owner of this naughty adult playground. With me as always is my partner in business and real life, our head bartender Tony. He'll keep the margaritas flowing while our guests and I get to talking and sharing some secrets.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><i>Wow! Thanks for the enthusiastic welcome. Who would've thought we'd be here today talking about my best selling Bigfoot Chronicles? Hell, I was thrilled just to be included in the Sassy Vixen brainstorming session and sample all the new 'ritas Tony kept whipping up for us to test out. Speaking of that, you wouldn't happen to have those spicy ones made up back there would you?</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"><i>LOL! Of course. Those are Lia's favorite too. I always have a batch of those at the ready for her. ;) </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Fabulous! Might as well keep them coming. We've got a lot to cover today with your bigfoot erotica and some of the new stuff you've planned for the Temptation Resort shared world series. First though, I read your <a href="http://tawnysavageauthor.blogspot.com/2014/02/ohmy-monday-tawnysavage-discusses-few.html#.Uv3W7fldXNk" target="_blank">last blog</a> and you dropped a bomb on me with what you revealed. The villain Travis is the older BROTHER of your Bigfoot hero? I did NOT see that coming.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><i>Honestly, I didn't either. Once I got to the stopping point for <b>Bigfoot Claims His Mate</b>, I thought I was going to have to put on my really dark hat and try to get through the first scenes in the third novella. When we left them, Travis was licking his HUGE hunting knife and plotting how he was going to teach Bryanna a lesson for embarrassing him in front of his friends and family by daring to divorce him. Not only that, she had the nerve to want to fuck Sasquatch...while Travis watched from the garden shed.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><i>I think what bothered me the most about that scene was the fact Travis wasn't mad Bryanna was doing the deed with a seven foot hairy beast. He was pissed she didn't do it sooner and maybe let him join in on the fun. As you remember, Travis had dipped his dick in a Bigfoot hottie so he knows the thrill of it.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Well, it wasn't consensual sex with that female. Travis and his buds had her tied to the ground while they had their way with her.</i></span><br />
<i style="color: #76a5af;"><span style="font-size: large;">That's true—but there's more to that story too. What you and the other readers have learned so far are basically he said, she said sort of confessions. We haven't heard Travis tell it all from his side of things. You'll get those answers in the last novella. It's going to be a bit longer than the first two. There's just so much to tell!</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Are you going to redeem Mr. Travis Stevens?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">No. He is what he is, but you'll get to see why he's this way. When you see what life threw at him as a child, you may understand him a bit more. Forgive him? Nah. He's still going to be at the heart of one of the biggest shocks of the entire trilogy. There's no redemption in Travis's foreseeable future.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Does he even have one? </span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">If I told you that, I'd give away too much of the story. Let's just say it may not be the ending folks think should happen or that he deserves.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Bitch! You are such a tease!</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">LOL! I have to be. Bryanna and Ashar hit me with a bombshell the other night. Their story is filled with more twists than I can keep up with at this point. I tease because I'm afraid to say anything and have the story take another turn. </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Well, okay. I forgive you for withholding some of these secrets, but when we're done here you'll have to fill me in on a few so I can be held over to release day. Until then, why don't you tell us a bit about what you'll be doing for Sassy Vixen's Temptations Resort shared world series.</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">I'm really excited about this project! As you know, Temptations Resort is an island pleasure zone for adults. There they can live out their wildest fantasies. I'm stepping in as one of my own characters to run the Fantasy Play House. It's a brothel of sorts. There resort guests can schedule one night stands with the partner or partners of their deepest, darkest fantasies.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Like a love match with Bigfoot?</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">Sure. A few of the Forest People have agreed to be a part of it. There will be all sorts of creatures we're taught don't really exist hanging out at the Play House. In fact, they'll not only be employees, but GUESTS of the resort as well.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">That's right. I'm excited about that part. Taboo II is going to play a big part in all of their story lines. Make sure you send your characters over too. We're going to have a blast!</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;">I can't wait for the fun to start up. You're book in the series will be the opener, introducing the constant cast of characters while the rest of us build on the world. Do you have any idea what you'll call the book?</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Not yet. The title usually comes to me once I've written a good chunk of the story. Right now it's still in the basic outlines. I've been swamped with getting ready for the summer anthology and finishing up Call of the Thunderbirds. How about you? Title?</span></i><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><i>I'm the same as you. The working title is of course "Fantasy Play House." It's plain and a bit boring but it will do for now. LOL!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>When can we expect <b>Bigfoot's Revenge (The Bigfoot Chronicles 3) </b>to hit the retailers? Will you put all three out together in print?</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><i>The summer anthology you're working on with the Muses and Bonnie Bliss is going to be out in June/July. We're looking at an April/May release if all goes well. If that goes off on time, then we may be able to have a special print release of the trilogy all under one cover in time for RomCon. Wouldn't that flip out a few of the folks there who frown on our kind of kink? LMAO!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>You got that right! If it doesn't shock them, why bother? LOL</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #76a5af; font-size: large;"><i>Exactly! How about we have another round of these fabulous 'ritas and I'll tell you a few more of the secrets Bryanna, Ashar and the gang have in store for everyone?</i></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Honey, you got yourself a deal! Tony, my love! Please bring over another pitcher of the jalapeno surprises. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>He watched her set up the multicolored cloth on the ground in the center of the ring of stones. He held his breath as she parted the front of the robe and let it slip from her shoulders to the ground. She appeared even more beautiful than he remembered. The setting sun cast a warm glow over her skin as she knelt and raised her arms up to the sky. A low growl formed in his throat. He wanted her with his entire being. To hell with everything else. His woman called to him.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>Ashar bolted out from the protection of his beloved redwoods and stood before her, willing her to open her eyes. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took and stirred his cock to full attention.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>“You came.” Her full lips parted as a slow sensual smile formed. Her lids fluttered and then opened to reveal eyes as green as the grasses after a summer rain. She held her arms out to him. “I’m yours to do as you wish.”</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>His knees nearly buckled at the sound of her voice full of lust and desire. His cock stood rigid in front of her and bounced with need to bury itself within her hot folds again. This time he’d take his time and have her in as many ways as possible. </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft and squeezed, drawing him closer to her. The other hand parted the hair covering his sacs. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over the engorged head popping out of its sheath. </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>He moaned and grasped her hair in his hands as she took him into her mouth. His eyes closed for moment to enjoy the sensations she created with her touch. He’d spent hours watching humans do this to each other and now he understood why they appeared to enjoy it so much. </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>She used both of her hands and her mouth to stroke as much of his cock as possible. In this manner she was able to stimulate him from tip to base over and over again. Her tits jiggled as she bobbed her head up and down. </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>No, no, no. It’s too fast. “Stop—”</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>She popped this cock out of her mouth and stared up at him in shock. “You can speak?</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>He nodded. “Too fast. I want to taste you now.” He fell to his knees before her and waited, his eyes transfixed by her beauty. </b></i></span><br />
<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>Her hands moved through the hair on his chest then back down. </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>“I’ll give you whatever you want. I just never dreamed you could talk.”</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>He chuckled. “If it brings the smile to your face and the sparkle to your eyes, I’ll speak. But first I want to taste you again. Your scent consumes me. I couldn’t stay away from you if I tried.”</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>A blush formed from her breasts and up to her cheeks as she lay back onto the blanket. She bent her knees and opened herself to him. </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>He inhaled deeply. There was the scent that drove him wild in his dreams. He bent over and kissed her outer lips, already slick with her wetness. He stiffened his tongue and ran it from her ass to her clit and back again in long firm strokes.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>Her thighs quaked under his fingers and her breathing quickened. </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>He raised his eyes up to see her watching him, anticipating his next move. He held her gaze as he latched onto her swollen nub. He rapidly swirled his tongue around it as he delved two fingers into her hole.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>She arched her back, tossed her head from side to side, and gasped. “Where the fuck did you learn to do that…oooohhh!”</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>He feathered the walls of her cunt and brought her immediately into a full body orgasm. Everything she thought about teaching her lover what to do to make her body hum went right out the window. He knew exactly how to bring her over the top in an instant. I have to be dreaming. No one has ever read my body like this.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>She pushed his hair from his forehead and touched his weather worn skin. Nothing about him frightened her and she knew in her gut it should. In his eyes she saw her own raw passion and pain. Here was her true soul mate. “What’s your name?”</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>He kissed her and drove his tongue past her lips to taunt and tease her. His knees pushed her legs further apart and then he ground the head of his cock against her clit. “Ashar.”</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>He rolled the end of his name into a purr and once again her body let loose gush of fluid soaking the comforter beneath them. He smiled and she briefly saw his fangs. They were only slightly larger than her own teeth. This solidified her idea he wasn’t the monster the world portrayed his kind to be. </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>He shuddered against her. “Brrrrryanna.” Once again the deep sultry purr sent her into orbit. He raised his chest from her body, hooked her legs over his lower arms and then slid his glorious cock into her now dripping cunt. “I want you now, Bryanna. Can’t wait any longer.”</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>“Yes, yes, yes…”She bucked beneath him to meet his thrusts. She wanted him deep inside her as she raced through yet another orgasm.</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>He shook his head and kissed her again. “Let me love you slowly.” His strokes lengthened as he slowed their rhythmic dance. “I don’t want to hurt you.”</b></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i><b>“You can’t hurt me. This is what I want. I’m yours, Ashar. Your gift from the Goddess.” </b></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tawny Savage has always enjoyed reading and writing taboo erotica that can bring all of our deepest darkest fantasies to life. Her tales aren’t for the faint of heart and won’t always have the happily ever after ending. You’ll laugh, cry and want to beat the hell out of some of her characters and that’s just fine with Tawny. She’ll help you do it!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Join her for a ride you'll never forget! Go ahead and drop a line to her through her publisher www.sassyvixenpublishing.net.connect with her on Twitter @Tawny_Savage or check out her website Erotic Tales from Tawny Savage.</span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to Freaky Fetish Friday here at Taboo. You may have noticed we've been away for a bit. There's a lot going on behind the scenes with our remodel and build of our second nightclub on the island getaway Temptations Resort. When we have more information on that to share, you all will be the first to hear about it. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>For those of you who are visiting us for the first time, I'm Luscious Lia Michaels, co-owner and host of this establishment. My partner here and at home is also Taboo's Head Bartender. Tony can whip up any drink you desire but his specialties are margaritas. In honor of today's guest: the Smokey Watermelon-Jalapeno Margarita. The glass is rimmed with smoked salt. If you like the sweet, salty taste of margaritas with the added kick of jalapenos and a touch of smokey flavor, this one is for you!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">So who is our guest today? Why it's the fabulous, smokey, sultry, spicy DX Luc. She writes fabulous taboo fantasy erotica. Today she's sharing one of her revamped books </span><b>Hot Shots</b><span style="color: magenta;">. So sit back with your smokey margarita and listen as DX tells the tales...</span></i></span><br />
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you ever wondered what it would be like to not have to clean your home but
instead go through your sex toys? Only with the help of a hot, hottie that
tells you how to use them and decides if they stay or go? Or what about hating
your job because your boss is a jerk and get that bonus you totally deserve
from his wife who knows exactly how to make you cum just with her Dominatrix
attitude? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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She’s in Gordon Summer’s story, Summer’s Break. It’s time I shared the sexy
excerpts from both tales. Enjoy!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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her earbuds. Attached to the lengthy wire was a long silver phallus.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">“Why? Why won't you just let me come, already?”
Leanore's pleas fell on deaf ears and while she could have easily ended her
torment by removing the slender vibrator, she found herself enjoying the way
her body was being teased.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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on loop for the last thirty minutes. Sweat trickled between her breasts and
worst of all, he had docked the iPod, so she could hear Donna Summer's Love to
Love You Baby. She kept tensing when the tempo increased along with the
pulsations deep within her. As the crescendo cycled back, she ascended along
with the chorus into a state of euphoric insanity.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and watched as she inched toward the precipice of ecstasy. Then his mouth
melted into a lopsided grin when the music died down while leaving her
frustrated and over sensitized. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">“Aww, Beautiful. Too much for you? I thought you
liked this song,” he whispered the words and slid the glistening toy from her
pussy. Locking eyes with her, he licked her cream from the device, before
placing it in her growing 'keep' pile.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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at various bachelorette parties and sexy toy events but she’d always been
unsure about using them. Now she had sexy Sam here, helping her make valid
choices in the most erotic of ways. She wished every spring cleaning could be
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 115%;">Swallowing past his hesitation, he dropped the
underwear and stepped out of them. Summer licked his lips and took a deep breath,
waiting for her to speak. He couldn't fathom it, but all he wanted was to
please her in every way. No other woman made him respond so intensely.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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stroking her stomach with the tip of the riding crop. She lowered it and
directed it between her open thighs. “Then you best come and eat, boy. And
don't be lazy about it, or I'll slap your ass.”</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the tingle the scratchy comforter applied to the sensitive head of his penis.
With the tip of his tongue, he laved over her outer labia, thrilling in their
softness before inching closer to the inner seam. Her folds glistened and the
moment he lashed over her pink, swollen clitoris Mrs. Dickerman moaned low.</span></span></div>
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wet trail and she hissed in pleasure. Spurred with her obvious bliss at his
expert mouth skills, he dove in and sucked the hard nub between his lips. He
attacked her clit like a starving man, drawing upon her silky flesh like it was
a pacifier. Her nails dug into his hair, pressing his face deeper against her
pussy. A sharp sting blistered his left buttock and when he tried to pull back,
she held him steady leaving him only able to look up into her eyes.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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pushed his head down while at the same time opening her thighs wider.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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tongue into her sugary hole. Summer wriggled deeper inside while wanting to
reach up and stay connected to her forever. On a stranger note, he realized he
wanted the bite of the crop again and shook his ass in a silent plea.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“You want the pain do you, pretty boy? You want to be my toy, Mr. Summer?” Mrs.
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 124%;">An avid reader since I was a child, I never found a
book I disliked. Mostly, you could find me lost in Shakespeare, Edgar Allen
Poe, or Ernest Hemingway, and my most favorite, Ancient Greek literature.
Taking my love of books, I started writing poetry, short stories, and even
helped with screen writes for my drama club.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 124%;">By the time I was in my teens, my older sister
introduced me to my first romance novel, The Hawk and the Dove by Virginia
Henley. The moment I fell into the world of love, I was hooked, and my
addiction for more grew until I found myself delving deeper into the erotic.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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my hand at writing, I went to work on my first story Down the Yellow Brick
Road: Finding Home. And since being published, I've not looked back.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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that homeschools, drives to activities, and manages to find time to just take a
breath, I have to say, I love being naughty when I get the chance. It's freeing
and I wouldn't want it any other way!</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to Taboo! Once again I ask you to please watch your step moving around the club. We're undergoing remodeling to get ready for the grand opening of Taboo II. While the party begins there, we'll continue to keep things rolling here with a little bit of a face lift—nothing too dramatic as we love this place. We just wanted to amp up the naughty factor here. Two days ago we welcomed Kendall McKenna, Jambrea Jones and Cherie Noel. Today it's our friend, fellow Muse and Sirenesta Amber Lea Easton.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>In her honor, we've busted out the our best tequila—the one we only use for our more...um...private parties. ;) Tony's whipping up a special margarita just for her. He calls it the "Mexican Vegas." In this bad boy he not only uses the traditional jalapeno and lime for the spice, he adds red chili, a dash of tobasco and...a bit of cumin. I kid you not! This one will clear your sinuses as well as keep you smilin'! If you drink enough of these, you won't remember what you were doing so what happens here at Taboo...hehehe</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>While I help him pass out the drinks, focus you attention on the Center Stage and give a big Taboo welcome to Amber Lea Easton!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i>The last time I was in Mexico on a girls' trip, the big thing seemed to be doing body shots off of hot guys' abdomens...and hot girls. It's both playful and erotic to lick tequila (or whatever) off of a stranger's body. For some reason, this is socially acceptable in Cabo San Lucas and—you know what they say—when in Rome (or Cabo) do as the Romans (or Caboans...is that word?). </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i>Being playful is something we as adults need to keep in our repoirtoire as both lovers and humans beings. When we play, we relax. When we relax, we open our minds to new ideas. We laugh more. We are absorbed in the moment. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"><i>Speaking of tequila and body shots...here's an excerpt where tequila makes an excellent accessory to foreplay. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>Inside tropical flowers of bright pinks, yellows and
reds had been thrown over the bed. In a hurry, he'd bought whatever he could
find and tossed them around before catching the water taxi in search of her.
Their scent overwhelmed the room. He laid her down on them.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"What did you do?" She pushed up on her
elbows, eyes wide. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Oh, there's more...wait until tomorrow. I made
plans." He slid his hands beneath the hem of her dress. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Why?" She looked shocked rather than happy.
<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>He stopped his upward movement and met her gaze.
"Do I need a reason? I thought you'd like it."<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>She grabbed his face, a look of awe in her eyes.
"No one has ever given me flowers before, let alone done this. I don't
know what to say."<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Say thank you." He kissed her. Later he'd
think about her jerk of fiancé never giving her flowers, but for now he wanted
her clothes off. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Thank you." <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"See how easy that was?" He pushed her dress
up, his eyes feasting on her body and noticing the bruises from yesterday
marring her skin. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"You make me happy," she whispered.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>Satisfaction swelled his heart. Making her happy made
him feel heroic, much more than anything he'd done yesterday. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>She scooted further back onto the bed and removed her
bra with a flourish that made him laugh. A wicked smile full of promise on her
face, she grabbed one of the flowers and rubbed the petals between her breasts.
<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>With her watching, he took his time removing his
clothes. Shirt. Shorts. Briefs.<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"I've never had a man do a strip tease for me.
This night gets better and better."<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"Do you trust me?" He kissed the inside of
her ankle before crawling up her body like a predator about to devour his prey.
<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"More than I probably should," she admitted.
<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>He grabbed a bottle of tequila from where he'd stashed
it beneath the pillow and held it up to view once he'd reached her face.
"I believe I owe you a tequila bath." <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>He kissed her slowly, savoring every nuance of her
lips moving against his and absorbing the intoxicating scent of the flowers
surrounding them. Her fingers skimmed over his face before moving down his back
with a featherlike caress that created goose bumps on his skin. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>He slid down to her breasts, poured tequila between
them and licked from her abdomen up to each nipple until she squirmed beneath
him. While his mouth savored her breasts, his hands pushed her panties down her
legs. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>He trickled tequila over her abdomen before pouring
some between her thighs. He looked at her watching him and handed her the
bottle. Bending his head, he lapped up the liquor, licked, sucked, and moved
his fingers in and out of her until her hips bucked with urgency. He spread her
legs further apart and used his tongue to bring her to climax. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"I need you, Luke." She tugged at his hair. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>He licked the inside of her thighs, his hands moving
over every inch of her as if worshiping a Goddess, before lifting to her face
and kissing her breathless. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>In an abrupt movement, she rolled them over and took
command. Tequila in her hand she did to him what he'd done to her. She licked
her way down his body. Her hand moved over his erection. She looked up at him,
made eye contact, and flicked her tongue over the tip. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>He couldn't take anymore. He rolled her onto her
stomach and bit her shoulder. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>He held her hips with both hands and thrust into her
until she screamed with ecstasy. He wanted to go as deep as possible, claim her
as his so she'd feel him long after they parted ways. He wanted her to think of
him always. When he finally came, he lost himself in rolling pleasure. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>He fell on top of her and heard her laughing against
the flowers. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"You've ruined me for anyone else, you know that,
don't you?"<o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"That's my plan," he gasped against the back
of her shoulder. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>He moved to her side and shoved hair from her eyes. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"What else do you have planned for me?" She
caressed his lips with her thumb. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i>"You'll need to wait and see." He kissed her
because that's all he ever wanted to do. Kiss her, make love with her, laugh
with her, explore with her...only with her. <o:p></o:p></i></b></span></div>
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breaking free of her comfort zone, reinventing herself, and forgetting the fact
that her ex is getting married on New Year's Eve. She's in Belize for a week of
sun, fun, adventure, and flirtation. Meeting Luke is an unexpected
bonus…falling in love with him, though, simply isn't part of the plan.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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of a no strings, uncomplicated weeklong fling. He embraces his bachelor
lifestyle and can't see that changing any time soon. But when they find
themselves trekking through the jungle and facing turbulent seas together, his
hard heart starts to soften. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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love affair, and neither wants to ruin the moment with unwanted declarations.
Old beliefs are challenged. Doubts questioned. Will they stick to their deal
and go their separate ways when the week is over? Or will the new year bring
them a new attitude about love?<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Amber Lea Easton is a multi-published author of
both nonfiction and fiction. She spent years working in journalism and
advertising with a brief detour into the financial sector. She has three
published romantic suspense novels—"Kiss Me Slowly",
"Riptide", and "Reckless Endangerment"—and a contemporary
romance novella, "Anonymity." Her memoir about surviving the suicide
of loved one, "Free Fall", published in September 2013. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Easton is also an editor and professional
speaker. Links to radio interviews can be located on her website, <a href="http://amberleaeaston.com/">http://amberleaeaston.com</a>, and her
videos about romance writing have been showcased internationally on the Writers
and Authors television network. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Easton currently lives with her two teenagers
in the Colorado Rocky Mountains. She gives thanks daily for the view outside
her window and healthy children. As long as she's writing, she considers
herself to be simply "a lucky lady liv'n the dream."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to the House of Taboo! I'm Luscious Lia Michaels, the owner of this nightclub and your host today. Please forgive our mess. We're undergoing a bit of remodeling here to get ready for our Grand Opening of Taboo II. We'll open that island establishment as part of Temptations Resort. We should be ready to roll with that and new and improved House of Taboo by summer. So much to do but we won't stop bringing you some of the best damn erotica authors around. </i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Today, my partner Tony and I are thrilled to welcome back one of our "regulars." Instead of being under the purple spot light alone, she's brought back up! I'm turning the stage over to her while I help Tony with the margaritas. We've got a wild crowd here tonight and everyone's thirsty!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Please join me and give a huge Taboo welcome to authors Kendall McKenna, Jambrea Jo Jones, and Cherie Noel!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><i>I don’t think I’ve visited here in awhile. It’s always great to be here, our hostess is very welcoming and has a fantastic sense of humor! I always feel like I’m at a rock-star-party when I visit here. In fact, I have such a great time when I’m here, I brought two friends with me, this time. Joining me today are fellow MLR Press authors, and my partners in crime for the Big Bone Lick Pack anthology which is being released on January 24th, Jambrea Jo Jones (<a href="http://www.jambrea.com/">www.jambrea.com</a>) and Cherie Noel (<a href="http://talesfromthewritingcave.blogspot.com/p/my-books.html">http://talesfromthewritingcave.blogspot.com/p/my-books.html</a>)</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Bad Wolf & Devil Dog</i></b> by Kendall McKenna</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Welcome to the Big Bone Lick Pack: A more friendly and hospitable group of werewolves you’ll never meet! Visit with; 'Devil Dog & Bad Wolf', a 'Big Bad Bear' and enjoy some 'Shifty Fox Shenanigans'. Watch yourself, 'round the state park, 'cause we had a grizzly on the loose, just a bit ago. Our brave men and woman of the Boone County Sheriff's Department have everything under control. (Except maybe their own love lives!) But if you find yourself needing a doctor, head on down to Rabbit Hash clinic, or St. Elizabeth's Hospital is just up the road a piece. We hope you enjoy your stay.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><i>The first thing you have to know is, Jambrea, Cherie, and I knew one another before this all happened. We started as Facebook friends, we are all members of The Sweet Spot Yahoo Group, and we were fairy new authors for MLR. We met face-to-face at GRL 2012, so we had a feel for each other’s personalities.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"><i>One day, something happened on Facebook that took on a life of its own. I’ll let Jambrea start us off.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"><i>I was innocently minding my own business on Facebook, playing around and procrastinating like I usually do, when I saw a friend of mine, Jayne Rylon, post a picture. She was on a road trip, and as she drove past Big Bone Lick State Park, she snapped a pic and shared it. It was funny and I giggled.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-size: large;"><i>It started out with Cherie asking for people to write in the antho when Kendall said she’d be on board. I suggested a three person anthology and that was that. We were on the journey to Big Bone Lick and the pack.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Yes, I blame Jayne Rylon. I mean, seriously? She’s a crafty one, she is, posting that seemingly innocuous picture. A plain brown wrapper on a Pandora’s box of hilarity. I know I nearly spat my coffee all over Baruc or Simon (those are the names of my sweet little laptops)… not sure which one I was using that day. So, anywho, Jayne posts the now infamous “6 miles to Big Bone Lick Park” sign during her road trip with this little zinger:</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">Okay, I will admit she had me at hello. Um, and Big Bone Lick, because it just had to be an Anthology. Which is what I said. I snorted first, breathed in a half a mouthful of Starbucks French Roast, and then I got right to the begging and the pleading for Kris Jacen to help me bring my silly shifter epiphany to fruition.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Now, I’m not one for collaborations. I’m a bit of a bossy, opinionated, controlling personality. (That sound you hear is Cherie and Jambrea falling out of their chairs, laughing hysterically.) But like Cherie said, they had me at hello. A state park in Kentucky named Big Bone Lick. It screamed to have over-the-top shifters running in and around it, having crazy-mad full-moon sex. Cherie tagged our editor, Kris Jacen, who readily said, “If you write it, I will edit.” (See what I did there?)</span></div>
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Again, I’m not much of a collaborator, but Kris is my editor, so I knew I could work with her. I had met Jambrea and Cherie and I knew three things; they’re reliable, they both have a sense of humor, and neither of them would try to dictate what and how I wrote. I asked myself if I could even come up with a story idea that would let me include my beloved Marines. Immediately, I came up with a good one. So I was in.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">Playing in the little pond Jayne Rylon found, I ran amok in… someone, maybe Jambie(?) (Kendall nods ‘yes’) opened up a Google word doc for us to share ideas, and I got excited with colored fonts and convoluted plotlines/world building…</span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0;">Kris asked us to try to keep it sweet… hello, living in my backyard there… and Kendall cracked her knuckles (once), winked (twice, maybe three times) and hey, presto, we were uber-organized, and off to Big Bone Lick, a tra-la-la-tee-dee… I swear that’s how it happened.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Don’t let the inherent comedy fool you. We wrote hot, sexy shifters, falling in love and having hot, sexy sex. If there’s one thing I learned from the Tameness of the Wolf series, tapping into the animal side of a character for the erotic scenes makes for some hot lovin’.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc;">Josiah pushed back from Simon. Emptying his mates hands of supplies, Josiah pushed up into a squat. “Get your shoes off, Simon.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc;">Simon gaped at him, little canines already longer and eyes beginning to change from pale green to amber. Shit. Josiah swooped forward, thrusting his tongue roughly into his mate’s mouth. Simon panted back at him, a low whine rising in his throat. Good. Josiah wanted--no, he needed Simon to submit.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc;">For as much as Josiah was Omega of the Big Bone Lick pack, he knew between himself and Simon he was meant to be the more dominant partner. Holding the kiss and moving around to the side of his mate, Josiah released his controlling hold on Simon’s hair. He shoved Simon forward before using his newly sharp teeth to rip a corner off one of the travel packs of lube. The second Simon’s hands landed on the ground, Josiah growled.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #ead1dc;">Simon whined again, ass lifting in the air as his animal acknowledged the presence of his personal alpha. Neither of them would ever be considered pack level alphas, but there was no doubt in Josiah or his wolf ’s mind that he was the alpha of their mating. Given the mewling sounds emanating from Simon, the foxy man knew it as well. Josiah wedged one knee between Simon’s legs and pressed against his inner thighs as he reached around Simon’s body to pull his long, slender cock out of his jeans. Pulling the rough fabric down Simon’s slim thighs, Josiah lifted him enough to tug the pants down past his knees. Dammit. Boots.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Releasing his own hard-on, Seth reached around to grasp Asa’s ass. He felt the flex of Asa’s muscles beneath his fingers. His hole stretched wide around Asa’s cock, his ass felt filled and satisfied. Each time the head of Asa’s cock glanced across his gland, waves of sensation short circuited his brain. Seth’s balls tightened. They rose relentlessly toward his body with each stroke of Asa’s dick inside Seth’s ass.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #d9d2e9;">Seth didn’t have any choice. Asa was in control of Seth’s body and he was dragging him toward the edge of his climax with each thrust of his hips. Liquid heat swirled low in Seth’s belly, spreading through his body as he drew closer to his orgasm. His muscles all clenched, Seth arched up off the bed. He felt it building in the base of his cock, rising up steadily as Asa worked his gland.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #d9d2e9;">He dug his fingers into Asa’s shoulders, pulling him close. He felt wet heat on his uninjured shoulder, followed by the pleasure-pain of Asa’s teeth sinking into his flesh. Seth’s eyes slammed shut, his shout making his throat rough and sore. His inner muscles clamped down on Asa’s cock, his own hard-on pulsing several times. As his orgasm rolled over him, Seth’s toes curled.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #d9d2e9;">At the first splash of hot fluid on his stomach, Asa bit down harder on his shoulder. He growled through the grip of his teeth on Seth’s flesh. Liquid heat flooded Seth’s ass and he felt each pulse of Asa’s cock. Seth felt connected to Asa in ways that weren’t all tangible. Asa’s claim on his body and his heart was complete. He’d taken Asa into himself, and Asa had marked him. They were mated, and it was forever.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;">It was so wonderful to visit here again, thank you all for joining us! Big Bone Lick Pack is being released by MLR Press on January 24th. Keep an eye on the Books page of my website for buy links, when they become available. <a href="http://kendallmckenna.com/books">http://kendallmckenna.com/books</a>/</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to Taboo! I'm Luscious Lia Michaels, your host and owner of this watering hole. By my side as always is the fabulous Tony keeping all of our glasses full of his world famous margaritas. This week it's the spicy jalapeno lime version I love so much. Cheers!</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>As most of you know, my publisher Sassy Vixen Publishing partnered up with the Four Seduced Muses to create a fabulous Christmas anthology. In there are five novellas from the Muses and myself. Boy did I have a hell of a lot of fun with that one! "Have a Naughty, Naughty Christmas" is just a tad autobiographical. You see, Candice and Gabe were fashioned after Tony and myself. That's right. The rumors were correct! In the future, our partners will make themselves known but for now they choose to stay behind the scenes and let us run Taboo while they take care of Candy Kisses.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>I see all of you are a bit stunned once again. Yes, Candy Kisses really does exist and is established on the island that is home to Temptations Resort. You'll get to find out more about that during the coming months, but for now you'll just have to be satisfied with the bit of our...er...lives as they are told in the novella.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Speaking of that, right as you're reading this, Sassy Vixen Publishing has slashed the price of the anthology AND all of the house books by 50% through midnight Monday 12/23/2013 on<a href="http://www.allromanceebooks.com/" target="_blank"> All Romance ebooks</a> and on Smashwords. To get the discount all you have to do is go to <a href="http://www.omnilit.com/" target="_blank">ARe</a> and look for the book. The price will already be marked down. For<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/dochappycamper" target="_blank"> Smashwords</a>, you need the coupon codes listed in the banners below to get the lower price.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>So go on and get your copies of these fabulous books and learn more about the world I write about. Now you'll have to ask yourself if what I'm writing in there happened to me, my lovers or was it all made up. hehehe! Let me know what you think!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">Maya DeLeina’s </span><b><span style="color: #ead1dc;">A Winter’s Ecstasy (MF)</span></b><span style="color: magenta;">: During a blizzard, Noel finds refuge with Grayson at his cabin. As temptation builds her self-control begins to unravel. Grayson unleashes her passion, but one question plagues her. Why there are no mirrors in Grayson’s cabin?</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">Nicole Morgan’s </span><b><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Christmases Past (MF):</span></b><span style="color: magenta;"> After 12 years of marriage, Priscilla has decided to leave her workaholic husband. Refusing to give up, Max sets out to find her before it is too late. Will being stranded in a blizzard be enough to repair their broken relationship?</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">Tammy Dennings Maggy’s </span><b><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Meet Me Under the Mistletoe (MF):</span></b><span style="color: magenta;"> 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? </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">Lia Michaels’s </span><b><span style="color: #ead1dc;">Have a Naughty, Naughty Christmas (MFMM):</span></b><span style="color: magenta;"> 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. </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Welcome to The House of Taboo! I'm Luscious Lia, your host and owner of this establishment. Today is one of the most exciting days around here. Tomorrow is the official release day for the joint venture between Sassy Vixen Publishing and the Four Seduced Muses. <b>'Tis the Season for Seduction</b> is a collection of some of the hottest erotic romance novellas you'll ever get your hands on.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"><i>Until then, let's get down to business. Sassy Vixen Publishing is launching a giveaway starting today. From now until midnight Monday December 16th, you can enter daily for your chances to win one of FOUR ebook copies of the anthology. One lucky winner will win a fifth ebook as well as a $10 Amazon Gift Card. </i></span><br />
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