Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Come let Raymond Frazee Captivate and Control you with his new release...


Naughty Nights Press would like you to CAPTIVATE AND CONTROL the new release by the talented and sexually enigmatic Raymond Frazee. Let Raymond tickle your fancy as he delves into the world of BDSM, Kinks and Fetishes.
Purchase your copy of Captivate and Control at the following ebook stores –
Captivate and Control by Raymond Frazee
Synopsis:
For anyone who has ever wondered, this story is a tasty treat into a small “slice of the BDSM lifestyle”.
Not your everyday book about a man meeting a girl in a bar and they hook up for a night of wicked passion and lust.
This is a very simple, engaging tale, of light/introductory BDSM erotic romance however; the story covers a lot of different areas and kinks to whet your interest.
Some may not appeal to everyone, but then again, it might just unknowingly grab your interest as you delve into the deeper eroticism behind the story.
In this story, it quickly goes from something a little bit kinky, to harder D/s play, to full-on bondage
Excerpt to tease you with:
Brielle began toying with the rim of her daiquiri glass. “My dear sir,” she asked coyly, “are you suggesting some form of debauchery?”
There was a moment of silence as Naiman considered the question. The he looked over the bar, glanced to the bartender, and when he once more turned his gaze to Brielle his smile was beaming. “For what I have in mind, debauchery is such a...crude word.”
Brielle nodded slowly. “And how would you describe it then?” She turned on her own smile. “And why pick me from all the other women here?”
“To answer the first question...” It was Naiman’s turn to lean in and position himself uncomfortably close to Brielle. He knew he was invading her space, but he was also aware that it was far easier to hold a semi-private conversation this way. “I enjoy playing with limits. Mine, yours; doesn’t matter. I like to set off in a certain direction with another person, go as far as we can go – and then...” He made a quick walking motion over Brielle’s crossed knee with his fingers. “Walk a little further.”
“And as for why you of all the women here?” Naiman crossed his leg and sat upright for a moment to work the kinks out of his back before leaning back even closer. “You’re lovely in a natural way; you sit here very poised, without trying to be the center of attention; your outfit is extremely complementary and doesn’t make you look like a fashion victim...” He ran his left index finger along his cheek as if to ponder his next statement. “And I’m a sucker for a woman in boots.”
Brielle gave Naiman a look of disbelief. She started checking out people in the tiny bar. “That girl over there,” she said, pointing to the short blonde woman near the entrance. “She’s wearing boots; are you a sucker for her as well?”
Naiman turned and closely examined the woman. “Oh, she’s nice...” He turned back to Brielle. “But are you interested in my real opinion of her, or is this simply a test to see if I’m laying a bullshit line on you?”
Brielle nodded. “Yes,” she said, an embarrassed smile upon her face.
Naiman turned his attention back to the woman, with Brielle looking on and listening. “First off, she’s attractive, I’ll give you that much. However...” He pointed as he spoke. “She’s got a bubble ass. Now, personally, I love a bubble ass on a woman...what I don’t like is that she taken her bubble ass and squeezed it into what looks like a Lycra dress that’s probably a size too small. That not only makes it look bigger, but it’s sticking out there pretty much just waiting for some guy to rub his cock against it.
“And just like her ass, that dress presses on her breasts and pushes them up, making them look not only larger, but it sticks them out there where anyone could just walk up and...” Naiman make a pinching motion with his fingers. “She’s not wearing a bra, and those nipples are just begging to be set free.
“And, since you pointed out she’s wearing boots...yes, those are very nice – almost certainly as expensive as yours. But where yours have thick, stacked heels that’ll help you walk in them better, hers are stilettos – probably five inches, too, putting them squarely in the ‘fuck me heels’ category.
“What that all adds up to is this: she’s on display, and she’s not ashamed to show it. Again, I don’t have a problem with that; it’s her body, let her do as she likes.” Naiman slowly turned back to Brielle. “I know what she’s looking for,” he said, his tone turning serious. “She wants to get off, and she’s looking for someone who’s going to get off while getting her off. If I was to go over and start hitting on her, and eventually hooked up with her, I know what I’d be getting; a body to fuck and not much else.
“You, on the other hand...” Naiman began ticking off points. “You have a very nice body. Your breasts may not be as large as hers, and while I can’t see your ass, I’m certain it’s as nice as your breasts and just as nicely presented. You’re attractive – enough said. But most of all, you’re a mystery.” He slid his stool closer before saying, “I see you and wonder, ‘What’s behind the curtain?’ The way you’re dressed, some could think you’re modest, but I know that’s not the case because you haven’t once flinched or blushed due to something I’ve said. You’re creating an illusion; you’re dressed that way because you want to keep someone like me guessing about who you really are.”
A silence lingered between Brielle and Naiman that stretched on for almost a minute. Naiman wondered if he’d pushed the envelope a bit too much, frightening her so that she might consider bolting. It had happened before, and statistically the odds were good it could happen again.
So he was very much surprised when Brielle looked him in the eye and said, “Since it would be rude to continue hiding my mystery, where would you suggest we ‘part my curtains’?”
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Monday, May 7, 2012

Chit Chat and All That! with the cheeky, sexy BL Morticia and Michael Mandrake


Why We Love Homoerotic Images
Michael Mandrake and BLMorticia



MM: Greetings friends! We’re happy to be at NNP’s Chit Chat today . Thanks for letting me chime in on this with NNP writer BL. I’m Michael Mandrake and with me is my fellow muse, BLMorticia, the author of the Silver Star son All Romance, My Lieutenant and Something Fresh Served Hot. Great job BL!

BL: *smiles* Thanks M, I’m very excited people wanted to read my snarky romances. More to come folks, I’m just getting warmed up! *laughs*

MM: Oh yeah, and she means that too. Rawiya’s really busy writing Sugar Daddy and 2 other shorts so she’s not here with us. We’ll try her best to entertain her in your absence! So, what BL and I want to talk about is the love of homoerotic pictures. The one we’re showing above is a photo-shopped job of Sam and Dean Winchester from Supernatural. Now, as some of you know, they’re brothers in the show.

BL: Very hot brothers. *licks lips*

MM: Yes, and many fans have wrote stories called slash about these two despite the fact they aren’t in love.

BL: Yeah, people need to get a grip! Slash has been around a long time, going all the way back to Star Trek with Spock and Kirk. This is nothing new. If you surf the web, you’ll find drawings of slash or same sex pairing pics with those two as well as plenty other so called characters on shows together in sexy poses. It’s all make believe, no harm is it?

MM: No, it’s a hobby and perfectly normal. The homoerotic pictures and or stories is how Sharita got her start in writing m/m. If she hadn’t done that, she’d probably still be doing het stories and I or Rawiya wouldn’t have been created.

BL: Yes, that’s true but I was around so we would’ve caught on. The fact that Sharita is curious about sex and loves to write about it would’ve eventually made her look into it. You know Michael, some people think there’s a problem with these pics and or stories. Sharita actually wrote some slash in the pop music fandoms, RPF, Real Person Fanfic. A lot of the m/m writers start in some part of fanfiction and because of the comments they receive on their writing it gives them confidence to move on and write for a living if the passion is there. Pictures like the one below…



BL: Of Simon Lebon and John Taylor from Duran Duran spur on writers to make their imaginations go. We gain a lot of inspiration from what we see and hear. Sharita got her start looking at pics of her faves and putting them in a romantic situation. No harm in this, it isn’t sold for profit. Only for fun. Why do you think people have an issue with this?

MM: Not sure, BL. Creativity breeds imagination. You need things to feed that. No one has made the assumptions that the two men are gay. Blasphemy *laughs* It’s all in the author’s mind, totally harmless. Certainly, the picture can spark an idea by just looking at it. It didn’t have to be them either, it could’ve been any photo of any two men.

BL: Yeah and people are up in arms about it, not sure why. We need something to fuel that fire. What about a single picture of a man in a sexy pose?


MM: Ooh and we still have no clue who this man is. Yes, it is lovely. Can we do a search on him, maybe put an APB out for his arrest for being too hot? *laughs*

BL: *laughs* Mike, I didn’t know you had it in you.

MM: Oh yeah, I do. The sight of a beautiful man makes this old man go wonky. Anyway, it invokes an emotion a feeling and I love looking his body, only being partially covered. However, if it were just out there and has been on our Google page, people have an issue with it, why?

BL: because he’s half naked and we all know that half nude men cause a problem. *laughs* I honestly don’t get it. It’s the human body. His cock isn’t showing, only a small amount of pubic hair, oh and guess what folks, this is an ad for the necklace he’s wearing. *grins* Even in advertising, people know that a little “homoerotic” *raises fingers in quotes* may catch people’s attention. OMG, isn’t that awful? Let’s lock up our children! I don’t have any thank God!

MM: Many do though and they find this offensive. Even the Sam and Dean one may be considered to be an issue because of their relationship in the show.

BL: Hey compared to some I’ve seen that’s tame.

MM: Oh yeah, I’m in agreement. We’ll close this discussion by saying we love the pictures because they get the juices flowing.

BL: *BL smacks MM* Hey that’s my line!

MM: Ow, but really. *rubs shoulder* It does, in a creators mind, it gets the imagination going and that single pic might turn into a masterpiece on paper regardless if its FF or a real story. No one is harmed, burned, no offense really.

BL: If you don’t like it move on!

MM: Exactly. The internet and media in general are powerful tools. Pictures of homoerotic nature have been around forever and will be as long as the world stands. Get over your dislike for it because it’s here to stay.

BL: And we’re so glad they are. Lord knows I don’t wanna write about het relationships all the time. *laughs*

MM: I know I don’t. Thanks to Penny for allowing us to ramble. The busy 3rd muse Rawiya and I have new releases out. Please enjoy the covers, blurbs, and excerpts.

BL: Yeah thanks hunny. Go find some homoerotic pics and enjoy. Buy our books!







Camdyn Hardy is a former cop who has his own private investigator business. Due to a misunderstanding from a client, he gets into an argument with his lover Tay. Right after, they breakup Camdyn is left alone to think about his future as a PI and his love life.
                                   
Malik Day was recently discharged under the DADT policy and is looking to get his life on track The main reason he joined was because he dreamed of being a ranking officer. Now that it’s been taken away, he desires to start his life anew and find someone to share it with.

After two weeks the men meet at a shooting range and find out they have a lot in common. Once they engage in a one on one match, they proceed to a bar to have drinks and get to know one another better.  They both discover their affinity for guns as well as Camdyn’s need for a new partner at Camdyn & Associates. Malik is intrigued but afraid to ask him and decides to wait till they are closer. Camdyn is excited about this prospect as well but waits for Malik to say the word. Finally, in an erotic encounter, true feelings are revealed.

In subsequent books, the story continues where the twosome begin their work and love relationship. Together they’ll take on cases investigating cheating husbands or wives, companies with defector employees all the while trying to maintain their newfound commitment to one another as well as having a little fun in the process.


When he made it to the office, he signed the necessary papers and waited as the man finished his transaction. Lazily, he leaned on the counter and nonchalantly glanced at a hot looking man that stood less than twenty feet away. Malik grinned and moistened his lips in the gorgeous stranger’s direction.
Damn.
The attractive guy gave him more than an eye and winked. Obviously, he plays on my team. His lush brown-and-blond hair barely kissed his shoulders. Beautiful azure eyes the same color as the Pacific. Lips so slim and kissable, Malik knew he could enjoy them for hours. Wicked visions crossed his mind as he eyed the scruff on the man’s cheeks. He liked a little roughness when making love.
The snug, black shirt fit well, hugging his bulging muscles. Malik eyed the ink that peeked from under one sleeve and salivated. His skinny, black jeans clung to his taut buttocks; Malik’s own trousers felt a little tight in the crotch. “Mhmmm.” Malik tried to keep his stares from being obvious to the clerk. 
Would the hot man like to play with him a little? Malik sure hoped so.
It had been a long while since his last fuck. He’d spent the time searching for employment, going to job fairs, and not getting any call backs. Malik had remained so focused on getting a job; he’d ignored the signals of his groin needing a release from other than his own hand. Too long. He headed for the door and wished the handsome man would follow.
Maybe it’s time to stop looking for work and attempt to find a man.
Just when he stepped out, a voice stopped him. 
“Hey.”
Malik slowly turned around. It was indeed him, the hottie he’d been eyeing. It shocked Malik to see the guy was actually speaking to him. “Hello.” Malik was taken aback by the guy speaking to him, but he guessed he warranted a greeting when they exchanged more than a passing glance.
The man stepped closer to him and held out his hand. “Name’s Camdyn. And you are?”
“Malik.” He accepted the handshake and returned it firmly. “Nice to meet you.” He raised an eyebrow.
“Same here.” Malik noticed Camdyn continued to hold on to his palm. Of course he didn’t mind; it felt unexpectedly soft and warm. “Um, you been comin’ here a while?”
“Yeah, I um…” Malik stopped short and bit his lip. He tried not to sound too excited. This was the last place he’d expected to be picked up at. The shooting range? Malik would’ve never thought of this place to meet other gay men. 
“I been around, but I just got back in town.”
“Yeah? I’m guessin’ from the getup you served in the Army.”
“Uh huh… I um… yeah, let’s go outside.” Quickly, he pulled his hands away, even though he didn’t want to. Surely, he wanted to talk with Camdyn some more, but away from others coming in and out of the shop. He felt a little uncomfortable being picked up at some place so manly, but in a way, he liked it.
Michael Mandrake is the author of several novellas including his latest, Vertigo from Sizzler Editions. His next books, True Meaning 2: The Complete Portrait from XOXO and Under the Gun from No Boundaries Press are due out in 2012. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com



A story about three people searching for love in the most unconventional way. Bryan Finley and his partner Damien Earley would like a third in their relationship. While Damien is on a business trip, Bryan meets Mara Devine a sultry sexy vixen who's insatiable and wants the same. Damien has other thoughts in mind but Mara does everything in her power to turn the tables in her favor. 

Angie looked at Mara who immediately drew the attention of the nice looking gentleman. “Um, Mara, this is Bryan. He just stepped in from work, needing a drink. Bryan, my friend and coworker, Mara.” Angie waived her hand.
“Hello.” He smiled sweetly and extended his palm for Mara to shake it.
Immediately she accepted, grinning at him, enjoying the sight in front of her. The feel of his hands, so soft and warm. Obviously a white-collar worker. Scents of her favorite man’s cologne infiltrated her nostrils causing her pulse to quicken. She loved to lick it off him if she had the chance.
“Hi, looks like you came in just in time to get one drink. Pity.” She cocked an eyebrow and drew up her ruby red lips into a pucker. Their gaze wasn’t broken.
He hadn’t let her hand go yet. Bryan drew up his lips. “Yeah, I guess I’ll have to drink elsewhere, hmm?”
Angie began cleaning.
Mara moved in a little closer to the bar, still staring at Mr. Hottie.
My luck just got better.
 “Well, we were just about to go to another place. Do you wanna to join us?”
Bryan finished the rest of his drink and sat the glass down.  Seductively, he licked his lips making Mara salivate. She wished they were on top of hers right now.
“Sure, where you headed?”
Mara batted her eyes and leaned in closer making sure he could get a good look at her best assets. “To a place near Roosevelt called Mystique. They’re having a Fuck Valentine’s Day dance party.”
Bryan chuckled heartily, obviously amused by the reference.  “Sounds like a great time. Tell me, does the name mean you’re guaranteed a fuck today or does it call for somethin’ else?”
Mara couldn’t help but be excited by his response. “Well, I believe the answer is the latter but if you play your cards right, it may just be lucky for both you and me.” Mara’s gaze remained affixed to his dark brown orbs. In that small moment, she studied his features. Bryan was so damn hot; perfect dimples, and smooth, porcelain white skin she love to have entangled in her red satin sheets around her coffee colored body. How could a man this good looking be alone tonight?
Angie guffawed while she mopped the floor.
“Is that so,” he raised an eyebrow. “In that case, I’m game. Are you girls drivin’ over there?”
Mara felt herself creaming in response to the hot stranger. “Nope, we’re gonna take a cab since we thought we might be havin’ more than a few more drinks. Are you?”
Bryan shifted in the chair, “No, I walked over here. I work at the Water Tower for a consultants firm. I just left and decided to leave my car so I could enjoy a few libations. Mind if I tag along with you two in the taxi?”
She nodded and winked, wishing it was only the two of them at this moment but she couldn’t abandon her best friend. “Not at all. If you try anything funny, we can take you. Would you like another one before we hit the road?”
The corners of Bryan’s mouth turned up into a smile. “Maybe just water will do Mara…and your last name?” He held out his hand once more.
“Devine, Mara Devine.” Again, she took his hand firmly. The feel of his skin against hers sent electric shocks to every part of her body.
“Such a perfect name for a very attractive lady. If you’re interested my last name is Finley.”
Oh yes, I’m interested.
Bryan pulled her closer and whispered, “You look lovely tonight, Mara. I’m gonna have a hard time behaving myself and being a gentleman.”
“Then don’t, Bryan. I enjoy a little harmless playing, especially if it leads into somethin’ else.” Mara mouthed into his ear and exaggerated the end of the sentence for affect. She didn’t care that they’d just met. Mara wanted him in the worst way. She sniffed his aroma again and became intoxicated, wishing they were anywhere but here.
Bryan flinched and grinned. “Oh yeah, you’re my kind of lady, Mara. You can take the flirts and dish ‘em out.”

RAWIYA is the more sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya's first sole author book, Time to Make the Donuts is a Silver Star on All Romance from Naughty Nights Press and her first MMF Living in the Now will be released in April from NNP. She has several shorts in anthologies, the latest, That Thing in the STARbooks collection, Tall Dark and Delicious. A lot of her shorts are also on Every Night Erotica. She blogs regularly at Erotic Dairies and Wicked Sexy Writers. For more please visit the Rawiyas blog on Wordpress.

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Friday, May 4, 2012

Cassandre Dayne's Hot, Hot Red Fire - Surrender On Sale Now, Blue Fire - Domination Available May 7th!




Blue Fire – Domination, the second book in the Fire series by talented paranormal gay male fantasy author, Cassandre Dayne, will be burning up the cyber book shelves Monday May 7th 2012.

For a limited time, you can purchase Red Fire – Surrender, the first book in the series for the low price of $3.99 but only from All Romance Ebooks until Monday 12th May.

Red Fire – Surrender by Cassandre Dayne
Synopsis:

Jax Steele was a haunted man. A Detective by trade, damning visions of a wretched event had taken not only his soul but also the family he loved dearly. Living a shadowed life, he accepted every wretched case given with a vengeance, determined to right the wrongs of his horrible past. When young men began showing up slaughtered like animals, the nightmares began all over again pulling him into his own private hell. All clues led to an elusive erotic artist of Russian decent who enjoyed the dark arts of BDSM and Jax believed he’d found his killer, yet intense hungers buried deep within were awakened and he wanted nothing more than to become Aleks’ student.
Aleksandr Vasiliev carried dark secrets of his own. A monster to some, the vampire had forsaken his past and the family regime in search of a new life away from murdering humans. Unfortunately his previous subjects turned up gutted and he was the only suspect. As Jax and Aleks forged a bond to try and find the murderer, each suspected something that neither could control. As the power of domination and control swirled around their relationship, Jax was forced to face not only his ugly past but also hungers that burned deep in his soul. Betrayed, Aleks was determined to save Jax, his true mate but powerful vampires from his past threatened not only his lover but the entire human race. In a race against time, few would survive.

Excerpt:
Growling, he placed his hands around her buttocks and jerked her body to his dick, pressing his throbbing shaft into her belly, shifting his hips back and forth. “Hmmm… You’ve teased me too long girl.” He kissed her savagely, forcing his tongue past her lips for a shameless moment ravaging her mouth as his hands kneaded her ass with rough touches.
Her fingers entwined in his shaggy midnight locks, drawing them closer and forcing her sandals off to cascade to the floor. Amanda whimpered and ground her hips into his throbbing erection as her fingers danced down the heat of his neck.
As hungry as he had ever been, Jax dragged her body toward the outer wall, kicking his shoes off in the process. He pushed her against the counter roughly and allowed her feet to touch the floor. Fumbling, he found the button and zipper and his actions become that of a wild beast as he jerked her skirt down past her hips.
“Jax!”
He pushed the skirt to the floor and lifted her lithe body, kicking the material to the side. “What? Don’t you want me?”
“God yes!” Her hands jerked at his drawstring and freed his pulsing cock.
Grunting, he gripped the tiny slip of elastic that held her lacy purple thong and wrangled the saucy material down and off, the slight sound of the gauzy material ripping at his imploring touch sent shivers racing down his spine. He stared down at her glorious naked body and licked his lips, ready to consume every drop of her luscious cream.
One hand wrapped around his cock while the other cupped his balls, squeezing until he moaned. “Oh God, Jax…fuck me.”
Jax closed his eyes, relishing in the way her hands gripped and caressed, her nails scraping down the length of his shaft. Panting, his blood sizzled, searing every nerve ending as he heard the thumping of her heart beating in her chest and he could barely contain his manic actions. “Ummm...baby, you keep doing that and I just might impale you right here.”
Amanda giggled and began pulsing his cock up and down, sliding her hand from tip to base as her other hand traced circles around his swollen balls, first one and then the other, taking her time to enjoy the feel of him. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed kisses into the heat of his neck, darting her tongue to taste his flesh.
   Unable to hold back his desperate need any longer, he picked her up and sat her down on the counter, pushing her back against the tile wall and pressing her legs apart. Cupping her buttocks, he inched her forward until her ass was directly at the edge. “First baby, I taste your hot little pussy.” Grinning, he lowered his head and darted several short licks across the edge of her rosy clit.
“Ohohohoh….” Amanda laughed and wrapped her fingers around his shaggy locks, drawing his face in closer. “Sweet Jesus.”
He glided his tongue up and down her sizzling heat tasting the sweet ambrosia of her cream as she moaned, writhing with every lick. “You taste so damn good like fresh honey.”
Amanda tilted her head and closed her eyes. “God baby, lick me.”
Her wish was his command and his pleasure. Burying his face into her slick pussy, Jax licked in a manic state, sucking her clit between his teeth, biting down until she whimpered. Using his fingers, he danced in and out of her pussy as her muscles clenched around him, shivering at his invasion. He drove into her as deep as her body would allow as he continued his near assault on her pussy, licking her with frenetic motions, up and down from top to bottom. Her taste was nothing like he had ever experienced before, succulent and sweet.
Amanda moaned and opened her legs further apart, allowing him complete access. Panting, she struggled as she opened and closed her eyes. “Jax…I’m…oh shit, I can’t hold…it!” Raking her nails across his neck, her body jerked and pitched as her legs shook and closed around his head.
Jax thrust his tongue and finger inside in long driving motions, in and out as she milked and shimmied. “Cum baby, cum for me.” His motions almost frantic, he jerked her forward as the first wave of her climax rushed through her system thrashing her body up from the cold slice of the counter.
“Aaaahhhhhh…oooohhhhh…” Her head tossing from side to side, she grabbed and clawed struggling as he continued thrusting in and out. “Oh Jax…I…oh…shit!” Another wave stole her ragged whisper until the scream became a silent calling, an urgent begging.
He lapped her flowing juice, opening her slick folds to suckle every last drop. He held her quivering body until she stopped pulsing, nipping the tender flesh of her clit. Slowly, he raised his head and stared into her glassy eyes, rich with lust and ripe with continued need, matching his own almost brutal need to impale her. He shuddered realizing at that moment he was more beast than man.
Amanda’s eyes fluttered open and closed and finally open to stare into his as she continued panting, yet she reached for him. “Jax, fuck me.”
Jax sighed and raised his head, staring down at her, his vision clouded by the almost insanity of his crazed lust. Tipping his head, he lifted her hips and placed the tip of his blood-engorged cock just to her entrance. “I don’t think I can be gentle here, baby. I’m too fucking desperate to have you, to be inside.”
Amanda grabbed his arms as her eyes became smoky pools. “Don’t be.”  
                                                        
Blue Fire – Domination by Cassandre Dayne  Available to purchase from May 7th
Synopsis:

Detective Jax Steele is baffled by a case involving several missing children of prominent and upper scale Richmond citizens. His homicide department tapped after a congressman’s son turns up mutilated he and his partner have few clues as to who could be committing such heinous crimes. When a tip leads them to an exclusive and secret BDSM club Jax is forced to ask for help from his ex lover, Aleksandr Vasiliev, the Russian artist who he can’t forget but refuses to indulge in their shared passion of a D/s relationship while unwilling to accept Aleks is a creature of the night. As the horrors mount, terrifying memories of his childhood haunt Jax including shadowed whispers of some ancient culture.
As another young adult is found with a second connection to the club and to a group of prominent politicians, Jax has no choice but to go undercover with Aleks posing as a couple. While the killer continues his reign of terror he leads them down a twisted path of dark secrets until both men are faced with an uncertain future. Unfortunately the monster enjoys their game of cat and mouse and both lives are slammed into the path of the killer bent on revenge and on securing the ancient Kingdom that Aleks denies. As Jax is finally forced to face not only his needs but also the ugly reality that Aleks is a vampire, he has to make the most difficult choice of his life, complete domination or allowing more innocent humans to die.

Excerpt:
Electricity sparked between them until Jax was left breathless, his hunger building to a manic state. Palming Aleks’ chest he longed to have the man naked, touching and caressing every part of his body, but that right was earned. As Aleks entwined their tongues and ground his hips back and forth across Jax’ groin, he emitted a low growl. Every part of his body on fire, he longed to taste the man.
Finally breaking the kiss, Aleks nipped Jax’ lower lip until he drew a string of blood. Licking across the seam of Jax’ mouth he dragged the crimson beads into his mouth, savoring the flavor. “You taste so sweet.”
“How can I please you tonight?”
Aleks growled, the sound barely audible, and blazed a long trail down the length of Jax’ body. “Suck me before I fuck you.”
Jax licked the last drop of his own blood before nodding and keeping his eye on his lover. He dropped to his knees fumbling with Aleks’ button and zipper. How he loved to lick and suck the man. The thought sent shivers trickling down his spine. Freeing the Russian’s cock, he glanced up into the man’s luminescent golden eyes. Aleks remained close to turning into the beast he’d only seen on rare occasions.
“Suck me.”
It wasn’t a request but a direct command. Jax lowered his head and swiped a long lick across Aleks’ sensitive slit, relishing in the tangy flavor. Wrapping his hand around the base of Aleks’ shaft, he cupped and squeezed the man’s balls with his other hand as he swirled his tongue around Aleks’ cock head in a lazy series of circles.
“Yyyeeeesss. You’ve learned much.” Aleks intertwined his fingers in Jax’ long locks and held his head in position, guiding the younger man to fulfill his obvious hungers. “Taste me. Drink of my body before I take yours.”
His own cock throbbing, Jax took him down an inch at a time, willing his throat muscles to relax and accept the delicious gift of Aleks’ thick muscle. The muscle filling his mouth, Jax closed his eyes and inched closer as he pumped Aleks’ shaft, going up and down slowly.
“Very good.” Aleks pumped Jax’ head, forcing his lover to take more and more still as he used the power of his thighs to fuck Jax’ mouth.
Jax took Aleks’ shaft all the way down until the tip hit the back of his throat as he squeezed the man’s balls, until Aleks threw his head back and roared.
“Yes, very good, suck harder.”
Jax’ legs trembled as he began going up and down the length of Aleks’ cock, swirling his tongue around in a near manic pattern as his needs grew to the point he wanted more, had to have more. Jax drew Aleks’ cock all the way out and dragged his tongue down the sensitive underside, licking and nipping his lover’s tender flesh while Aleks snarled and hissed above him. Taking Aleks tender sac into his mouth, Jax rolled the soft flesh over his tongue, tasting the sweet tang of the man who’d shown him all about lust and raging desire.
“Suck me, Jax. Take all of me. I’m too hungry to wait.”
Jax obeyed his Master. Taking his shaft down slowly until Aleks’ balls hit the base of his chin Jax shivered and closed his eyes. Almost nothing felt as good as sucking his lover. He opened his mouth wide and accepted everything Aleks had to give as the man began fucking Jax’ mouth, driving in and out in a savage manner. No longer in control, Jax simply gazed up at Aleks as the man pumped his shaft harder and faster. Struggling to hold on Jax was lost to the moment of passion until he wrapped his hands around Aleks’ thighs and cupped his carved ass.
“God I love when you suck me but I want more. I want all of you,” Aleks hissed, his sharp canines glistening in the shadowed light. “I can’t wait any longer.” Snarling, he jerked Jax to his feet and dragged the man to a table nestled in the corner. Sweeping his arm across the entire surface, he laughed as the sounds of glass and metals shattering into the wall permeated the room. “Now I’m going to fuck you hard.”
Jax’ legs shook as the man tossed him across the cool wood until his legs were off the floor. As his thighs were forced apart, he groaned and gripped the edge of the table. Panting, he closed his eyes knowing the actions weren’t about love, but about being reminded of his place.
Aleks snarled and lowered his head, tracing a zigzag line down Jax’ spine as he breathed a swath of air across Jax’ heated skin. “Now I take you.”
Crack! Slap!
The force of the hard whips thrashed through Jax’ body, but in the moments of pain he smiled.
Pop! Crack! Whoosh!
With every hard blow Jax experienced a heightened state of rapture until the anguish turned into something else entirely, peace.
Aleks continued his forceful whipping as he tipped his head back and howled.
Panting, Jax licked his dry lips and opened his legs as far as they would go in a blatant offering of not only his sex, but his body to the man, his lover and the monster – who would bring him into what he craved and longed for. Forever. The instant Aleks impaled his ass in one hard drive, filling his dark cavity with his thick cock, he dropped his head and moaned, white-hot heat coursing through his body. Nothing had ever felt so damn good.







Thank Your Publisher Week





Some authors I know got together and deemed this Thank Your Publisher Week. The idea caught on like wildfire. And, I thought since I had a date set on NNP Blog this week, I would save my post for here. I have several different publishers, and I love them all for different reasons. Each from Excessica to Knight Romance to NNP have taught me a lot about writing, about the industry and about myself. With NNP, Gina Kincade, really makes a difference. She doesn’t just support me as one of her authors, but as an author on a whole. She not only buys and reads many of my stories with other pubs, but she helps me to promote my stories with other companies as well. She is a real team player., and makes the transition between being your friend and being your boss flawlessly. She once visited me, and she went from talking about edits on my story to her taking me to breakfast without blinking an eye :)


I wanted to show though how great it is to work with NNP through from many different perspectives, so I asked for a few quotes from other NNP author’s posts this week. Let’s see what they have to say…

When is a publisher, not a publisher? When they're a family. So this week, I wanted to say thank you to Naughty Nights Press for everything they have done for me, everything they continue to do, and to know how much it means to me, that this writer was plucked from absolute obscurity and given the amazing opportunity to become published.” ~Tessa Wanton at http://tessawanton.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/when-is-publisher-not-publisher.html

Gina Kincade, Penny Peterssen and everyone connected with Naughty Nights Press I thank you and look forward to a long and fruitful writing career under your guidance.” ~Julez Morbius at http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/publisher-appreciation-week.html

"I and other authors are acknowledging the hard work, dedication, and personal friendship from for our publisher, Naughty Nights Press. The owner and staff have created a new dimension in publishing books for authors and readers that goes beyond the limits of other publishing companies.” ~Pablo Michaels at www.pablomichaels.com/

"The support from the staff and fellow authors is just wonderful, and I consider myself so lucky to be part of it all. The professionalism, support and friendliness is something I will always cherish. United we stand, and together we can reach the stars!! " ~Casey-Lyne Johnson at http://naughtypagesofphoenix.blogspot.com.au/2012/05/publisher-appreciation-week.html

One day, 12/01/2011, I’m sitting around, on the computer–where else?–and I see an email pop in. It’s from NNP. I open it up . . . and it took me a few moments to realize there was more to the email than just, “Hey, thank you for the submission . . .” It was an acceptance letter, and there was a contract attached.

I was really sort of in shock. I knew what this meant, and yet . . . it took me about ten minutes to totally comprehend what was going on. I knew the moment I signed that sucker, things would be different for me, like it or not. I read it. And read it again. And again. By the time I signed on the line that is dotted, I knew what I was getting into.

And I knew what I wanted.

I did thank Gina, because this was a break for me. I knew it would take some time before the story saw the light of day, but that was fine–there were always going to be things to work on. I eventually discovered the story would be published in May, and so I semi-held my breath and waited for May to roll around.

It’s rolled, baby. It is here.
”~Raymond Frazee at http://wideawakebutdreaming.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/beyond-the-sunshine-skyway/

With Naughty Nights Press I’ve found my ideal writing lover.

I showed them my package and they in return told me what I needed to do with it to delight them. I’ve kissed them softly and they have caressed me lovingly in return. When I’ve overstepped my bounds they have put me back on track with a loving slap that felt so good after it happened. And now we’ve hit a wonderful groove where we can explore each other’s desires on the page to reach new heights of erotic gratification for an audience that wants to be aroused.

And ultimately isn’t that what writing erotica is all about?
”~Kendel Davi at

http://kendeldavi.wordpress.com/2012/05/01/publisher-appreciation-week-it-all-started-one-naughty-night/

"Publishers, Editors, Artists and even Distributors along with the writer are links in a chain. If any one of those links is weak then the whole chain can fall apart. It is scary to think that some really awesome books would not have made to our hands cause one of those links broke." ~ Sherry Palmer at http://michellechatton.blogspot.ca/2012/04/appreciation-for-forgotten.html

The first book released was the Halloween special for NNP, this was obviously because it was themed for October and needed to go on sale quite quickly. However, as l have learnt, the process usually takes a very long time, (around 6-8 months and sometimes longer.) If l submit work to a publisher l expect it to take much longer than it does to self publish. Of course it does! This is an ongoing process with many people working behind the scenes on a great deal of books and l'll tell you something, I listen to them, l do what they ask me to do and l appreciate all the time they spend on trying to get things absolutely right for me. Why? Because they know best!"  ~ Gemma Parks at http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/publisher-appreciation-week.html#links

"I have a history with two of my best friends who lead the charge for success for Naughty Nights Press. I became friends with Gina Kincade and Penny Peterson about four years ago when I sought to publish my writing." ~Pablo Michaels, Part 2, at www.pablomichaels.com/

“This is a match made in heaven you know, a naughty publisher who takes care of this wicked gal. The CEO Gina has done so much for my career, accepting work and allowing me the chance to refine my craft.” ~BL Morticia at http://triadliteraryworks.blogspot.com/2012/05/appreciate-my-publisher-week-naughty.html

"Included in that team is awesome promotions director Penny Peterson who I’m taking the time to focus on today. She’s always busy, sending out posts to promo authors, getting reviews, getting author copies out and I’ve only covered about maybe half of what this woman does. Why can’t all promotional people take a cue from Penny who has a life outside of NNP but seemingly, she spends a lot of her time getting things together for all the authors.” ~Rawiya at http://rawiyaerotica.wordpress.com/2012/05/02/appreciate-your-publisher-week/

"A good eye for story and writing, as well as knowing what your market wants makes a good publisher a savvy and powerful ally to have in your corner as a writer." ~Delena Silverfox http://delenasilverfox.blogspot.com/2012/05/thank-you-nnp.html

I first became aware of Naughty Nights Press when Gina Kincade contacted me and invited me to submit to her (OK, that sounded a lot sexier than it was – sorry, I’m not naturally submissive).” ~Tanith Davenport at http://tanithdavenport.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/its-publisher-appreciation-week.html

"On top of the basics they have to deal with personalities. Like any other managerial position, dealing with people can be frustrating, mind boggling and down right a pain in the ass. And I'm putting it nicely sometimes. I have seen and been a part of bad behavior - known as the diva mode - and I NEVER knew writers were so overtly dramatic." ~Cassandre Dayne at http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/2012/05/03/publisher-appreciation-week-a-huge-thank-you/

"Enjoy all the accolades that you are receiving Mistress Gina. You deserve them." ~Willow Leigh at http://willowleigh.wordpress.com/2012/05/03/thanks-to-my-publisher-nnp-for-making-my-dreams-come-true/

Monday, April 30, 2012

New release for Ana Hart, Naughty Hot Shots - Six to One


NEW RELEASE
BY
ANA HART
NAUGHTY HOT SHOTS – SIX TO ONE

Girls, have you ever wondered what it would be like to take on six guys at once?
Well Ana Hart has penned an erotically hot and sensual story to let your imagination run wild.

Naughty Hot Shots - Six to One is available for purchase from the now from All Romance E-Books, Amazon and Smashwords.

Synopsis:
Every woman’s fantasy comes to life in this ménage with six men lavishing their sexual attentions on a single woman.
The nameless female protagonist in this story has always dreamed of being, well, gang-banged. She confides this fantasy to her lover of two years, Derek, and much to her surprise, he sets out to make fantasy become a reality.
The story details our protagonist's journey into fantasy nirvana as she suddenly finds herself faced with the prospect of being with six men, including Derek, all at the same time.
Six to one is a fast-paced tale of lust and fulfillment, of animal passions and raw need.

Naughty Hot Shots – Six to One by Ana Hart
Excerpt:
“Well, I … I've always wanted to be a part of a, uh … well, a gang-bang.”
That single word, so completely foreign within the walls of our little duplex, lingered between us for many long moments. The silence was beyond unbearable. I couldn't meet Derek's eyes.
“A gang-bang?” He repeated, soft and slow.
I went on the defensive.
“Well, you asked,” I huffed, pushing back a chunk of my wavy hair. So far, we had spent a rather quiet evening in talking about all those things we never had time to talk about and Derek had asked whether there was anything I wanted to try (in bed) that we hadn't covered yet. After two years together, there wasn't much we hadn't covered, but there was one thing still lurking in my fantasy arsenal.
There was something so inexplicably appealing about the thought of a group of men taking me, using me, pleasuring me, all at once, that I just couldn't shake. I wanted it.
“Are you serious?”
There was something about Derek's tone that caused me to look up, to meet his eyes. His gaze was dark, intense, focused.
“Yes?” I whispered, and he nodded, catching me off guard with his sudden assent.
“Okay, I know some guys from work,” he stated simply, easily, like we were just inviting some of his buddies over for dinner. Was he serious? I studied his face for a few moments, searching for that special smile of his that always hinted at a joke. But it wasn't there. He was serious.

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