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I love romance and writing it is one of my greatest pleasures. Along with writing romance, I love sitting back and talking with authors that love romance just as much as I do. Since I've been reading romance since I was sixteen years old I am a book lover that still reads lots of books in a month. So, weekly I will also post my book picks. They may be picks that are new releases or maybe a favorite book of mine. On this blog you will see books featured by ALL romance genres.

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Thursday, May 31, 2012

Special Event: A Day with Yvette Hines

Pleasuring the Queen
Yvette Hines
I/R Erotic Sci-Fi

Her Protection
Xandier-Fiy is the strongest and fiercest warrior on the planet of Maraloo. As such, he has been given the honor of being appointed prince by the current ruler. A faithful friend and confidant to the existing queen, he will do whatever she requests; follow her directives to the letter. However, Xandier does not realize all that will be required of him. The queen has secrets, secrets that would shake the very foundation of the planet and he must protect them from those eager to gain power. In order to guard the throne and all that he has been trained to honor, he must yield to a royal request, one that may test the core of his strength and desire…

Her Pleasure
One encounter, filled with controlled ecstasy was all Xandier was supposed to have with Malkia, a lower class female from the water markets. The queen needed to discover if Malkia was who they believed her to be. The only problem was that one moment…one occasion to touch her body was not enough. Akin to the lunduos pair colliding over the solram in the sky above his planet, Xandier’s very being becomes consumed by the Seipia female. Every breath, touch, taste and feeling is combined with hers and he begins to challenge everything he has believed. Now, time is running out and he must discover the truth and secure the throne for the rightful heir before treachery steals everything from him…

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Saturday, May 26, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Trae and Olivia


Trae approached the woman from behind, with purpose, keeping his steps methodical. “Welcome to The Club,” he whispered beside her ear.

Obviously startled, she jumped and barely stifled a scream, making an odd squeaking sound. “Oh, man, you scared me.”

Moving to face her, he gave her a sly smile. It had been his plan, because as nervous energy increased around her, her arousal intensified, too. She was a delectable treat. If someone spooked her again, she just might orgasm where she stood.

“Forgive me, I couldn’t resist.” He inhaled slowly, taking in her scent, the essence of her, like a drug. “I’m Trae.” He held his hand out to her.

Giving him a tentative smile, she slipped her hand into his. He encased her long, soft fingers with his own.

Her soft, brown gaze reached his face. “Olivia.”

“So, whose idea was it to come here?”

She fidgeted a little in her heels and looked at her hand, which he still held. However, she did nothing to try to pull it away.  “Mine. Kinda.”

He resisted the desire to pull her closer to his body, wanting her trust. “People come to The Club for different reasons.”

She swallowed and said, “It’s a ménage club. I would think everyone came for the same thing.” She frowned.

“But ménage holds so many different possibilities.” Taking his time, he emphasised each word to catch her reaction. “Style. Technique. Position. Level of intensity.”

Olivia bit down on the side of her lip as she listened to him.

He groaned and ended it with a small growl, allowing her to hear his pleasure. Lowering his gaze to where her sex was hidden beneath the tiny skirt, he noticed her squeezing her thighs together. He felt her arousal spike. Slowly, he lifted his gaze and met hers. Smiling, he let her know he knew how turned on she was.

She inhaled quickly, but exhaled more slowly, most likely in an attempt to calm herself. It barely decreased her response to him. He could smell it. He enjoyed the knowledge.

Continuing, he stroked the inside of her wrist with his fingers. “There are some who only want oral sex.” Another increase in the scent of her arousal. “Others want to be spanked.” No notable response. “Some people come here because they want a dual fucking.” Bingo.

Trae could not have mistaken her reaction to his last comment if he’d wanted to. Not only did her breathing turn to a near pant, but her sexual juices rushed between her legs so powerfully that the scent caused the head of every preternatural in the club to turn to her.

The attention on her caused him to pull her close. If he didn’t stake his claim on her, he’d find himself in a feral brawl, fighting all comers.

She whimpered as he brought her body against his.

“Olivia. We could dance around why you came, but that would just be wasting a lot of time when we could be relishing more pleasurable pursuits.”

Hesitantly, she asked, “So, how does this work?”

“I’m a gentleman. The lady gets to pick her other partner.” He lifted his other hand and stroked his thumb over her full bottom lip. “Choose quickly, or I will.”

Nodding, she took a moment to scan the room. First she glanced to the left, where he and his friends had been gathered. Then she looked to the right. He had the impression she was looking for someone specific.

“Him,” she called out. “The man that has the look of a sexy samurai.”

Shifting his gaze to locate the third she wanted for their trio, Trae spotted him sitting off to the side, at a table with two women.

No.

“Pick someone else,” he barked. There were elemental reasons why the club was divided. He and most of the people there understood it, even if his pretty little rabbit didn’t. Though surely she knew the kind of people—the kind of creatures—who frequented this club?

“My choice,” she declared. “I want him.”

Trae couldn’t deny her wishes, verbally or physically.

Perhaps Olivia didn’t know how unusual her request was. It wasn’t something that was normally done…but it wasn’t the first time it had ever happened, either.

Glancing pointedly at Anton, he waited for the other man to meet his gaze. Anton’s hearing wasn’t as good as his own, but he would certainly know they were discussing him. Waiting for him.

It was a game that Anton and his comrades enjoyed playing. Manipulation. Testing his fucking patience as if they had all the time in the world.

Finally making eye contact, Anton leaned over and spoke to the ladies. Then he stood. In a blink, he was beside them.

Olivia gasped, looking from Anton to the table where he’d just been sitting.

Trae could almost hear her mind turning, trying to make sense of how Anton had crossed the room so fast. She really was deliciously naïve.

Taking a small step back, Trae introduced them. “Anton, this is Olivia.”

Olivia’s smile was sweet and trembled a little at the corners. She held out her free hand, the other still intertwined with Trae’s.

Anton took her hand but, instead of shaking it, he turned it over, palm-up. Leaning forward, he grazed her wrist with his lips. He paused for a moment, then straightened.

“How can I be of service to such a deliciously sensuous beauty?”

Oh, shit. If Olivia’s scent of arousal increased any further, Trae would bend her over and fuck her where she stood.

“Join us,” Olivia whispered.

His sexy rabbit was feeling more self-assured—which Trae would have liked more if it hadn’t involved their present company.

Lifting a single eyebrow, Anton moved his gaze from Olivia to Trae.

Trae bit out, “Her request, not mine.”

Still holding her hand, Anton pulled her to him and placed his lips against her ear. “Is that correct, Olivia?” He paused and caressed her neck with his lips. “Do you desire us both? Do you want us to bring you to a level of ecstasy you’ve never experienced before?”

Hearing Anton’s whispered question clearly, Trae waited for Olivia’s response.

She let out a husky confirmation. “Yes.”

“Then let’s go to more comfortable surroundings,” Anton said.


~~~~

The Club
by Yvette Hines
Paranormal Romance, Menage (M/F/M)

When Trae finds his mate in the most unlikely time and place, nothing will stop him from claiming her.

Trae’s father, the current pack Alpha, is putting pressure on him to stop cavorting in the ménage club and find a mate. The responsibilities are weighing on him and Trae is starting to doubt whether he’ll find his mate before the time has run out on the ultimatum his father has given him.

Then Olivia, a human, walks into his life.

Olivia has a fantasy of being with two men at the same time. When her friend drags her to The Club to have her wildest desires fulfilled, the night turns out to be more than she expects. Trae, a wolf, and Anton, a vampire, are two sexy men who want to help bring her fantasy to life. However, when the true bite of passion shifts her life in a direction she never dreamed, can she trust her heart and the wolf that claims her as his?

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Hope you enjoyed week 3 of Sex Scene Saturday. If you would like more delicious scenes to wet your reading appetite click the links below of five other authors.

Sandy Sullivan
Jennifer Armintrout
Bonnie Brux
Stella Price
Bridget Midway


Contest! If you email me with these five authors and characters they used for their Sex Scene Saturday post, I will put your name in a drawing for a copy of "The Club". Winner announced on Sunday evening. In Subject line: Sex Scene Contest

Good luck!
~Yvette



Saturday, May 19, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Malcom and Jenna

         "From here on out, my vanilla princess, you'll only speak when told to do so. If you speak out of turn, you'll submit to punishment. The only word you can say without prompting is the safe-word. When asked a question you will always respond by beginning and ending with L'entraîneur. Understood?" his voice commanding.

No turning back, now, Jenna girl. "L'entraîneur, yes. I understand, L'entraîneur."

"Good. Put your arms behind you."

Jenna obeyed.

She heard the clatter and slapping of leather and buckles, then the grip of the padded cuffs as he placed them around her wrists. Jenna felt wet heat fill her sex at the simple securing action.

He stood directly behind her. She felt the warmth and power he exuded.

As he moved passed her his chest brushed her shoulder with his chest, he asked, "Are you wearing panties?"

At that moment, she wished she'd disregarded Natalie's words about the hilarity of panty lines in a rubber suit, because soon her level of arousal would be apparent to him.

"L'entraîneur, no. I'm not wearing panties, L'entraîneur."

"Prove it to me."

The commanding bite in his words caused more liquid to pool between her thighs, and her clit throbbed. Since he didn't pose a question, there was only one thing she could do. Slowly she parted her legs, revealing a small gap under her skirt.

"Wider."

Pushing her thighs back until she felt the resistance of the rub material, Jenna stopped. Seeing her peach skin splayed, in contrast to the mahogany colored wood seat and knowing he could see her moist cunt heightened her arousal.

"More, vanilla princess."

Unsuccessful at her attempt to press the latex hem wider, Jenna became frustrated, forgetting her role. "I can't."

Instantly, her trainer was before her, disappointment radiating from his eyes inside the mask. Jenna knew she'd made a mistake.

His hand moved between her legs as more than one finger entered her fast and deep causing her to cry out. With amazing skill and dexterity, his fingers curved inside of her, locating the sensitive spot behind her pubic bone.

"I don't remember asking you to speak." His hand didn't move, but the slight pressure his fingers exerted made her want to come.

Jenna wanted to rotate her hips and grind her clit against his palm, but hesitated for fear of further punishment.

"Now, concentrate, little one. Think about how good my hand feels inside of you, against you. How much more you want of it. I can feel you trembling. You want these two fingers to fuck you so hard you come twice."

She didn't need him to tell her what to imagine and think about, it was the only thing her mind could conjure up. Widening her hips, she pushed against the fabric, feeling the rubber dig into her skin.

"Shit, you're becoming more wet. Use your feet to lift some."

Freedom came to mind as Jenna performed his instructions. Raising her hips and the position of legs allowed the hem of her dress to curl and roll, tube-like up her hips. Unashamed, she threw her thighs wide and arched into her trainer's hand. A few more strokes from his fingers and she would reach an orgasm.

"You're quite the sight." he said, his voice echoing approval. "Do you want to come, vanilla princess?"

"L'entraîneur, yes. I want to come, L'entraîneur," she heard herself beg.

"Think about that before you speak out again." After his declaration, he removed his hand and stepped back.

Capturing her lip, she squeezed her eyes tight and took several sharp breaths through her nose. Shaking, she plopped down onto the flat surf disregarding the loud slap of her ass onto the wood. Damn.

The manacles tightening around her ankles alerted her to the next step of her restraint.

"Scoot forward until I say stop."

Knowing better than to complain, Jenna kept her eyes closed as she continued trying to bring her desire back down to a tolerable level. She inched her butt forward until he told her to stop. Then her trainer pulled on something under the stool, tightening her ankle shackles and making it impossible for her to close her legs.

"Open your eyes, princess."

Snapping her eyes open, in a lust-filled haze, she looked down at her trainer who knelt in front of her.

"I can smell your arousal, little one."

Leaning forward, her trainer's breath made rhythmic patters on the sensitive flesh of her sex.

"I wonder if your pussy tastes as good. Wouldn't you like to know?"

Jenna never considered tasting her own sex juice. Every time her former boyfriends crawled up her body after having licked her, she would always discreetly turn her face, pretending rapture, but giving them a subtle hint that she didn't want to be kissed. But, as her trainer's intense gaze held her own, she wanted to please him. Not because he would punish her if she said the wrong thing, but something else stirred inside of her—another emotion unrevealed as of yet.

"L'entraîneur. I want to know what I taste like from you, L'entraîneur."

~~~
Yvette Hines
(I/R BDSM Erotic Romance)
Jenna Taylor is a legal secretary in love with her deliveryman. Apprehensive about how to go about getting him to notice her, she orders packages daily in an attempt to force his hand. But, three months into the delivery scheme she discovers Malcolm has not caught on and only sees her as a frequent customer with a home business. Dejected, she follows the advice of her friend, a Dominatrix, who convinces her to attend a Valentine's Day speed dating event and embarks on an clandestine adventure she'll never forget. When she meets L'entraîneur (The Trainer), he shows her a whole new side of herself. 

~~~
Enjoying yourself so far? Well there is more. Below is a list of 5 other authors who are participating in Sex Scene Saturday, go by their links and read the juicy tidbit they have posted.
Bridget Midway
Jenn LeBlanc
Tilly Greene
Sascha Illyvich

If you email me with the name of the title and characters featured in each of these authors post you will be placed in a drawing to win a copy of "Speed Dating" from me. :)

Good luck and have a sexy filled Saturday!

~Yvette

Friday, May 11, 2012

Sex Scene Saturday: Roberto and Delilah

From "Slightly Sinful" by Yvette Hines


When her head bumped into something, she assumed she got too close to one of the smooth boulders on the edge of the small bay. Preparing to steer away, she wasn’t ready to feel hands on her waist, halting her as a person propelled out of the water. Strong hands held her backside pressed against a solid male form.

Demetrius found me.

“You looked too captivating over here all alone.” The voice was husky with only the slight hint of an accent.

Not Demetrius.

She attempted to face him, but the vise grip on her waist prevented it. “So, don’t I get to know who’s intruded in my secret garden?”

His chuckle, rich and masculine, rumbled through his chest and against her back before it ever left his mouth.

“No.” Pulling her tighter to him, he spoke in low tones next to her ear. “My only purpose now is to bring you to the screaming climax you have been yearning for since this evening began.”

Cocky as hell, aren’t we? “What makes you think I’m in the mood for an orgasm, or that I’ll even scream?”

He sent another vibration along her spine as the hair on his legs tickled her thighs and calves.

“Oh, you will.” His tongue glided down the curve of her shoulder. “You’ve been aroused since the volleyball game. Hmm, maybe before that.” A single palm slid up her stomach and cupped her breast. “Your nipples are very distinctive when they’re erect.”

Her breath hitched as he compressed the distended tip. “It’s the air and the water, rather than an internal need.” She denied the evidence, enjoying the word play with her faceless stranger.

He nipped the skin below her ear, causing her to lean her head to the side, giving him better access.

“And earlier tonight at dinner?” He spoke against her skin. “Every man could see them poking through your top as if they were pleading for someone to free them. You had half the men jerking off under the table.”

It was her turn to laugh. Her mystery man was observant. Her arousal had increased at dinner when she watched the man who’d arrived late. The man at dinner, the strong silent type, had caused her imagination to roam in various erotic fantasies. Pamela could have her Silverman. She wanted that man. Or this one would do for now. While the volleyball games had gone on, she’d looked for him but he wasn’t anywhere to be found. Thinking of him now caused her thighs to ache.

“Just the excitement of the island.” Clearing her mind, she relaxed against the man with her now as the water lapped against their bodies.

“Is that so?” His hand moved down her belly until it reached her sex. “Let’s just see.” His tongue laved the skin of her neck and shoulder as his fingers parted her swollen lips, toyed with her stiff clitoris. Venturing further, he discovered her slick heat.

Delilah couldn’t resist parting her legs to give him better access. Her desire from earlier had come back full force.

One of his fingers stroked her as he whispered, “If I’m to believe your words that you haven’t been aroused…” He caressed deeper down her folds.

She arched her pelvis toward his hand, wanting more. Not giving a damn that he knew how turned on she had become.

“Then all this is because of me. Hmm, I like that.” His thick finger entered her, pushing deep inside, while his palm ground against her clit.

Delilah grabbed his hand still massaging her breast as she joined in, squeezing his hand and arching her ass into his hard cock. “Now that you know, what do you plan to do about it?”

He rammed a second finger inside of her and pumped them fiercely in and out of her core causing her to melt against him. She had forgotten about treading water, his kicking legs now keeping them afloat.

“I wonder what other talents you have with that sassy mouth.” His hands continued to torment her with pleasure.

Her mind was cloudy with desire. It took everything in her power to hold off her orgasm. “I’m more than willing to show you.” Give you a sample of this kind of torture.

“Later.”

They were moving. At first she thought she was becoming delirious, but his strong legs kicked as his hands gave her no peace. When they arrived deeper into the curve of the inlet, he stopped them next to a boulder. She felt soft granules of the seafloor under her feet.

Removing their joined hands from her breast, he placed her hands on the rock. Delilah noticed the slight difference of their skin in the torchlight, hers pale compared to the deep tan of his.

“Hold on,” he instructed.

Delilah kept her palm pressed against the rock.

Both of his hands, now free, slid down her back then caressed her butt before moving between her thighs and parting them.

Her heart somersaulted as she thought of what he planned to do next.

“Have you ever been with a man who could hold his breath underwater for four full minutes?”

Instantly she began panting and her mind drew a vivid picture of the benefit of such an ability. “No.”

“Well, my beauty, there is a first time for everything.”

That was the last thing he said before he began giving her little kisses down her spine. She felt the difference on her skin once his lips breached the water.

Can he really do this?
~~~~~

About Slightly Sinful by Yvette Hines
Delilah Reynolds is days away from winning the contract of a lifetime with Torres Corporation. To set her mind at ease her best friend suggests she accompany her to a risqué weekend get-a-way on Cat Island in the Bahamas. Delilah agrees and finds herself in the arms of a mysterious stranger and an erotic night she will never forget. Soon she discovers her interior design company has not only won the contract, but Roberto Sanchez, her mystery man has stepped back into her life wanting more. No matter how much his sexual demands makes her throw caution to the wind, can she trust what she is feeling?
Roberto became captivated by a woman he’d seen once from afar. However, arrival at a close friend’s passion-filled weekend party and seeing the vivacious, auburn-haired, black woman in person flips his world upside down. He’s always preferred to live his life in shadows, secluding himself from the world. After a night of ecstasy with Delilah, she draws him out and makes him desire things he’d long deprived himself for growing success. Now, he’s willing to pull out all the stops until she can’t deny the attraction between them and yearns for something more--something like love.
Caution: This story is HIGHLY erotic; once you travel to Cat Island you may discover you don’t want to come back. Hope you enjoyed the sneak peak of Slightly Sinful. If you'd like to read more pick up a copy at Amazon.

For more 'Sex Scene Saturday' excerpts by other wonder authors, click links below and enjoy:


If you email me the title of five other authors books who are participating in Sex Scene Saturday I will put your name in a drawing for a free copy of "Slightly Sinful".  Book will be given out On Monday, May 14.
Please include: title, author and charaters names (hero and heroine).

~Yvette

Thursday, May 10, 2012

New I/R Release from Yvette Hines

Slightly Sinful
Interracial Erotic Romance

Delilah Reynolds is days away from winning the contract of a lifetime with Torres Corporation. To set her mind at ease her best friend suggests she accompany her to a risqué weekend get-a-way on Cat Island in the Bahamas. Delilah agrees and finds herself in the arms of a mysterious stranger and an erotic night she will never forget. Soon she discovers her interior design company has not only won the contract, but Roberto Sanchez, her mystery man has stepped back into her life wanting more. No matter how much his sexual demands makes her throw caution to the wind, can she trust what she is feeling?

Roberto became captivated by a woman he’d seen once from afar. However, arrival at a close friend’s passion-filled weekend party and seeing the vivacious, auburn-haired, black woman in person flips his world upside down. He’s always preferred to live his life in shadows, secluding himself from the world. After a night of ecstasy with Delilah, she draws him out and makes him desire things he’d long deprived himself for growing success. Now, he’s willing to pull out all the stops until she can’t deny the attraction between them and yearns for something more--something like love.

Caution: This story is HIGHLY erotic; once you travel to Cat Island you may discover you don’t want to come back.
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