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Sunday, November 24, 2013

Jackpot!! You've Got Yourself a Naughty Cowboy for Christmas.



 
Running her hands slowly up his arms, Gigi sighed. "I want to fool around."

Boone tipped his head back and laughed like a kid. "You're the best Christmas gift I've ever gotten." Against the backdrop of the suite's windows, he reminded her of a package all wrapped in lights.

His hands slid to her butt and he tugged her up.

Holding on to his shoulders, Gieselle balanced herself and wrapped her legs around him. She loved it when he carried her.

"You don't have to ask this cowboy more than once." He strode to the bedroom, bent over the bed, and laid her back on it. Lit only by the lights of the strip, the room wrapped around them, romantic and cozy.

Propping his elbows at her side, his face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm on her skin. "Baby, I've got plans for you."

A hot shiver skittered through her. "Plans?"

"Mm hm." His eyes darkened and his breath came faster. "

She unbuttoned one button of his shirt. "What kind of plans?"

He reached behind his back, tugged off her shoe, and tossed it. "Wicked ones."

Flicking open another button, she asked, "Hot plans?"

"Yeah. And sticky." He took her other shoe and threw it, too.

Opening the rest of his buttons, her mouth watered for a lick of his nice pecs. "God, you're sexy."

"Baby." It came out on a growl and he ripped off his cowboy hat and threw it onto a chair. "You're making me crazy."

She tugged his shirttails from his jeans. "I want to make you naked."

With incredible speed, he removed his shirt and leaned back over her. "Your turn." He slid his hands from her knees down her thighs, his fingers tracing the elastic of her panties around her hips.

The rough calluses on his warm hands rattled lusty heat along her skin and down to her pussy.

Boone gathered her dress under her butt and sat her up, pulling it from under her and up over her head.

He froze, his eyes on her see-through lavender bra. "Oh, jeez."

His stare puckered her nipples and tingled chills across her breasts. Gieselle laced her fingers through his hat hair, releasing the blond mop. The softness on her fingers tugged at her heart. A rugged cowboy with the sweet personality of a gentleman.

Boone's mouth covered hers as he laid her back on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, holding on tight. His big prize buckle chilled her belly.

She traced his lips with her tongue and he dove in, his tongue on hers, on her cheeks, tickling the roof of her mouth.
 
His overpowering strength did fuzzy things to her brain and wild, jittery things to her core. Her hips made tiny circles, cradling his hard shaft through his jeans.

"Gigi." He whispered against her lips as his hips took up the rhythm of hers.

She scraped her nails lightly down his back. "Boone?"

"When you do that…" His mouth pressed hard and hot on her neck, his teeth nipping, his tongue tracing patterns. Slowly he eased his body lower, dragging his mouth along her skin, tasting as he went.

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, thrusting her breasts closer to him as desire swirled and puddled low in her belly.

His mouth traced the line of her bra across one breast, then the other. "You're so hot. Your skin is burning my lips."

"Don't stop." Her blood raced through her like solar flares.

 "No, ma'am."

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Randi Alexander
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
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Friday, November 22, 2013

Do You Hear the Angels Singing? Opal Carew "Christmas Angel"


Opal Carew
 
       A loud clatter jolted Nicholas Berringer from a sound sleep. He sat up and shoved his fingers through his hair, pushing it back off his face, waiting for any other sound to give him a clue as to what had awakened him. A clunk, definitely from the next room, sent Nick scrambling to his feet. He rushed to the bedroom door and cautiously pushed it open. He fully expected to come face-to-face with an armed burglar.

To his total surprise, he stood gazing at an angel.

He blinked, then shook his head.

The beautiful woman standing in the middle of his living room wore a white gown that glittered in the moonlight, with soft waves of pale blond hair floating to her hips, and wings of downy white feathers that looked so real he could almost swear they were a part of her.

"Who are you?" His voice came out in a whispered tone, full of awe.

What was wrong with him? Bowled over by some woman dressed in an angel costume who had broken into his home!

He drew up his shoulders and demanded, "What are you doing here?"

Her large, luminescent eyes blinked a couple of times.

"I … do not know," she said in a lilting French accent.

Her words, like a half-forgotten melody from his childhood, washed over him in gentle waves. That voice stirred something deep inside him.

Damn. He had to shake himself out of it! She might look like an angel, but Nicholas didn’t believe in angels. In fact, he didn’t believe in much of anything, especially when it came to women.

"What do you mean, you don’t know? Do you always walk into other people’s apartments in the middle of the night?"

Her fingertips grazed the velvet, paisley cushion on the arm of his burgundy leather sofa as she glanced around in bewilderment, then her fingers clutched the back of the couch as if needing the support to keep standing.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude."

He stepped toward her and her eyes widened and she stepped backward and bumped into the tree, which started to topple sideways. Nicholas leaped forward and grabbed it just before it knocked over the stained glass lamp on the occasional table. He set the tree back in place.

She seemed a little inept to be a thief.

Maybe she’d gone to a Christmas party—some costume affair from the look of her outfit—and had a little too much wine.

He retrieved two glittering glass ball ornaments, which had rolled across the taupe carpet and bumped against the raised hearth of the fireplace, then re-hung them on the tree branches.

He surveyed her face—heart shaped, with a pert little nose and full, inviting lips—and the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Wide and bewildered.

"Do you live in the building?"

"No, I do not think so."

She stepped forward and stumbled on the hem of her skirt. He reached out and caught her elbow so she wouldn’t fall and she leaned against him for support. The warm softness of her body against his sent his hormones into an uproar.

He eased her to her feet and released her immediately, concentrating on reigning in the tumultuous effect she had on him.

Her lips turned up in a delicate smile.

"Merci."

Despite the powerful sexual effect she had on him, she seemed quite fragile. An intense feeling of protectiveness he’d never known he possessed surged through him. Her effect on him certainly was unusual.

He guided her to the sofa. "Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you a drink?"

She lowered herself onto the couch and he fetched a glass of orange juice from the kitchen. Brandy might have been better, but he didn’t know what, if anything, she’d been drinking already.

He handed her the glass, then sat down on the chair beside her. They sat quietly for a few moments while she sipped her juice.

"You live here alone?" she asked.

"Yes, that’s right."

She rested her hand on his arm. Warmth seeped into him at her gentle touch.

"I think being alone is not something you like." She glanced at him with luminous, blue eyes and their gazes locked.

He wanted to protest, wanted to deny her words to himself, but he couldn’t. It was true. He wanted a woman in his life. A partner who would give his life meaning, give him a reason for coming home at night, but his fear of being hurt overrode that need.

 
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Thursday, November 21, 2013

All I Want is a Sexy Highlander for Christmas... Come on Santa, bring Dawn's my way.

 
By Dawn Halliday
 
 
Aileen smiled. “Do you remember the tree stump?”
 
“Aye. How could I forget?”
 
Whenever either of them had seen Munro in one of his rages, they’d lay a piece of heather over the stump of a fallen birch tree in the bailey to warn the other to stay clear of Munro that day. Her warnings had saved Niall from beatings at least a dozen times.
 
“The stump is gone,” he mused. Upon riding through the castle gates, he’d been assailed by memories of his time here, and he’d looked for the stump, only to find smooth ground where it had once been.
 
She nodded. “’Twas dug up a few years ago. I miss it. It saved me many times.”
 
“Aye,” he said gruffly. “Me too.”
 
The reminiscent look on her face called to him. His body resonated with the urge to draw her lush body into his arms, to hold her, comfort her…make love to her…
 
He shook himself free of that thought. “’Tis good I have been gone so long. Otherwise, I dinna think…” I could have kept my hands off you.
 
“Is that why you went away?” she asked. “You felt you couldna protect me from him?” She laughed, a soft, smooth sound that slipped under his skin like a warm caress. “If you defended the honor of every wife whose husband took a mistress, you’d be occupied every minute of the day.”
 
“I’ve no desire to defend every wife,” he said. “Only you.”
 
Her gaze strayed away, and she didn’t speak. Instead, she took his hand and drew him toward the fire. The gold glow of the lantern light caught the subtle sheen of tears in her eyes before she knelt at his feet to remove his shoes.
 
Niall stiffened at the gesture. This was inappropriate. He touched his fingers to the top of her head. “Please dinna kneel.”
 
She bowed her head. “Let me help you prepare for your bath, Niall. ’Twill me great pleasure.”
 
“I’m your servant, milady.” He’d do anything she asked of him. Even watch her bow at his feet when he ought to be bowing before her.
 
His fingers itched to stroke her head, to touch that sleek black fall of hair, to caress the gentle slope of her cheekbone. But the Mackenzie had sent Niall here to fetch his sister, to accompany her to Ellandonan as her protector, not to seduce her. To touch her would be to betray his oath to the laird.
 
There would be no way to hide his arousal when she undressed him. He would shame himself.
 
As her deft fingers worked the laces on his boots, he tried to think of anything but the thought of her hands on his body. He forced his mind to saddling a temperamental horse. To the puffed cheeks of a man playing the bagpipes. To haggis…
 
She moved behind him and with skilled precision untied his belt, which she placed on the table beside the bed. Niall helped her to lift off his mail shirt and unwrap his plaid. Her fingertips skimmed over the side of his arse as she worked it off him. Just like that, all thoughts of haggis and everything else fled, until there was only Aileen and her touch. Niall gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached.
 
Was her touch deliberate? An invitation?
 
Of course it wasn’t. The mail shirt and plaid dropped to the planked floor. Still standing behind him, she reached down to clasp the bottom of his shirt. In one motion, she pulled it over his head.
 
He stood naked, his arousal painfully thrust out. Thankfully, she didn’t move from behind him.
 
“You must be weary,” she said quietly, touching the back of his shoulder with gentle fingers. “One of your men told me how hard you rode from Ellandonan. I…” Her voice caught. “Please,” she whispered. “The bath is ready.”
 
Jennifer Haymore
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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Oh, Yes, Christmas Just Got Naughter!!

HER XMAS PRESENT
by Christin Lovell

It’s been nearly a year since plus size Libby has seen her best friend, Tyler. One look at him though and all of her old, more-than-friendly feelings return. But a good-looking guy like him couldn’t find her attractive… Could he?
Ty has been away from the woman of his dreams for nearly a year, and every day has been torture. He’s decided that he’s ready to take the leap. He had to know. Could Libby love him as more or would all their years of friendship be too much to risk?

Warning: This book contains hot chocolate, marshmallows, a sexy lawyer and a lot of naughty.

*excerpt*
(OLIVIA)
“Are you making close to what you deserve yet?”
“Depends.” I knew my eyes were shimmering with mischief, as I handed him his cup. “What am I worth?” I lifted a brow, fighting to hold back a smile.
He didn’t hesitate. “You’re worth the moon’s weight in gold, baby.” He winked.
“Smooth. No wonder the ladies keep falling for you.” I walked back to the living room and collapsed on the sofa with my beverage firmly between my hands.
He followed, sitting beside me. He toed off his shoes and kicked his feet up on the oversized, wood coffee table; he held his drink in one hand while the other comfortably stretched across the back of the couch, behind me.
“Were your parents excited to see you?” I blew into my mug, the marshmallows separating just enough to allow the steam to escape.
He looked away, taking a sip of his drink. “Mmm. I always loved your hot chocolate.”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “Tyler Brandon Russell! How could you not stop and see your parents? Your mom is going to have a fit.” I shook my head incredulously.
He set his drink down on the coffee table.
My heart kicked up as he directed his full attention on me. With one hand, he brushed a few strands of my hair back, allowing his fingers to glide through my locks as he leaned into me. He gazed into my eyes, his lips hovering an inch from mine. Every breath he exhaled tickled my skin, sending shockwaves through me. “I missed you.”
I could only watch him with bated breath. He was so close. I noticed every striation in his eyes, the varying stripes in hues of honey, chocolate and bark. His body heat radiated off of him, enveloping me in his warmth.
He captivated me, holding me in place with his intense stare. I felt him take my mug and heard him set it on the coffee table, but his eyes never strayed; his lips never moved.
I swallowed hard, my pussy fluttering with anticipation. Fuck. I wanted to close the distance between us, so badly, but I didn’t dare. I couldn’t.
He thrust his fingers deeper into my tresses, his other hand skimming up my thigh before curling around my hip. Every second seemed like an hour, as I watched and waited.
His grip tightened on my hip as he jerked me against him. “I’m going to kiss you, Libby.”
*end excerpt*
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Monday, November 18, 2013

Have Yourself a Naughty Little Christmas

Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts: 8 Seasonally Seductive Romances from Bestselling Authors
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COWBOY JACKPOT: CHRISTMAS
Cowboy Jackpot Series, Book 1
Randi Alexander
Award Winning Novella. A lucky first kiss in front of a Las Vegas slot machine pays off big for bull rider Boone Hancock and college student Gigi Colberg-Staub.
*~*~*~*
A NAUGHTY NOELLE
The 19th Precinct, Book 1.5
Ann Bruce
When injured vice cop Sergio Ramirez accepts Noelle Mason’s offer to help him, she has no idea the danger she faces, most of it from her desire to share her bed with him.
*~*~*~*
HOLIDAY SURPRISE: UNWRAPPED
Aliyah Burke
Recuperating in wintery Massachusetts, Heath Dixon gives cold-hating Kassia Green something much hotter to focus on. But can he keep her after Christmas? Like…forever?
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CHRISTMAS ANGEL
Opal Carew
Given one chance to break the curse which has held Angelique in its grip for two hundred years, she is faced with a heart-rending decision. Can she sacrifice Nick's happiness for her own freedom?
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A HIGHLANDER FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Dawn Halliday
In the wintery Highland mountains, Aileen and Niall unleash their forbidden passion. But Aileen is promised to another this Christmas, and the wicked Lowlander will stop at nothing to have her.
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ILLICIT CHRISTMAS
Yvette Hines
Even during the holidays a woman can have one reckless night that will change her life forever...especially when the man she was with is determined to prove they belong together.
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HER XMAS PRESENT
Christin Lovell
After being apart from each other for a year, Libby and Tyler realize their feelings for one another are more than platonic. Are they willing to risk years of friendship on a chance at love?
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ALL SHE WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS
Paige Tyler
Hayley Knowles has always fantasized about getting spanked by her husband, Conner. But how can she possibly ever get her husband to do it, especially since she’s too shy to tell him? This is the holiday season, though, so maybe Hayley might get exactly what she wants for Christmas!
 
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Monday, November 11, 2013

An Anthology for Protecting Our Defenders

Report on the Heart is an erotic I/R short that I wrote for the Coming Together: In the  Trenches anthology. If you have now heard of these anthologies they are awesome. Why is that? All proceeds go directly to the charity. The only thing that doesn’t go to the charity is the funds it takes to maintain the site, book set-up and distribution (1%). The authors, editor nor the publisher (Author Alessia Brio) get any of the proceeds. Every author comes into it wanting to give back to the charity their anthology is set up to support. To learn more about these types of anthologies and see others go to http://www.eroticanthology.com.

Coming Together: In the Trenches a military erotic romance collection by amazing authors donates to Protect Our Defenders. Strengthen Our Military. Prosecute Rape. Support Survivors.  http://www.protectourdefenders.com/

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