Moons, Myths And Mayhem Is Here

Another month, and another quality Sexy Little Pages anthology hits the shelves. Edited by the very talented Dale Cameron Lowry, Myths Moons And Mayhem is a collection of gay paranormal menage tales – and it’s as hot as you could hope for.

As you’d expect with a book of this type, the stories feature a wide range of supernatural and otherworldly creatures. It wouldn’t be a paranormal anthology without werewolves and vampires. Carl Redlum’s When The Big Moon Shines has a young, recently turned werewolf who finds a couple of fellow wolves to help him come to terms with his new appetites, while Morgan Elektra’s The Endless Knot contains the always entertaining combination of a werewolf, a vampire and a human, who share a horny Halloween encounter.

Elsewhere, Close Encounters Of The Three-way Kind is Rob Rosen’s X-rated take on an alien invasion, Celyn’s Tale by Rhidian Brinig Jones delves deep into Welsh folklore, Greg Kosebjorn’s Squatchin’ follows a couple of Bigfoot hunters who discover something they never expected while on their latest expedition and Clare London’s Inside Man is the story of a ghost who finds an unusual way to experience the pleasures of sex once more.

The remaining stories all feature magic users of one kind or another. In Rebecca Buchanan’s The Secret Of The Golden Cup, a college professor realises a hidden artefact he’s been itching to study has powers he could never have imagined, while Dale Cameron Lowry’s The Cave, set in Madagascar, features a team of lusty palaeontologists who have a whole raft of magic powers at their fingertips. My own contribution, Careful What You Wish For, is a revised version of a story first published by Dreamspinner, and tells what happens when a college student pining hopelessly for his roommate gets the opportunity to cast a love spell that will bring Mr Right to him.

If all that sounds like fiction to give you a thrill up the spine this Halloween, Myths, Moons and Mayhem is available from Amazon US, Amazon UK, and Kobo, and you can find out more about the book and leave your own review at Goodreads.

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A Menage Of A Different Kind – Guest Post By K D Grace

My guest today is long-time friend of the Naughty Corner, K D Grace, who has a juicy book excerpt and a prize giveaway to share. Welcome, K D!

Giveaway: To help me celebrate the launch of Landscapes, I’m giving away a $30/£20 Amazon gift voucher. Enter via the Rafflecopter for chances to win!  

A Vampire, a succubus and a Landscaper Go into a Pub: A Ménage of a Different Kind

Thanks so much for hosting me on the very first day of my Landscapes blog tour and giveaway, Liz! It’s always a pleasure to be your guest. I’m very excited to be here.

A vampire, a succubus and a landscaper go into a pub. No, it’s not the first line of a joke, though ourkdgrace-landscapes-final succubus might view it that way. She has a very skewed sense of humour and, though this love story isn’t hers, Talia Zephora finds herself playing cupid for our boys, Alonso and Reese, in a most peculiar, more than a little bit kinky way. Talia is close friend and familiar to vampire, Alonso Darlington. She’s also his liaison with the mortal world, which he tries to avoid as much as possible. Like all succubae, Talia is completely irresistible when she works her magic, but Talia is the succubus with a little extra. She’s a bit like a living, breathing flash drive. She can take into herself the details of a person and their life when she has sex with them and then give that information back, exactly as she experienced it, to whomever she has sex with next. This makes her particularly essential to Alonso, who doesn’t trust himself with mortals. He knows that no matter how civilized he endeavors to become, at the end of the day he’s a very dangerous predator, and he can never be close to humans without a risk to them.

That doesn’t keep him from lusting for mortal landscaper, Reese Chambers. In fact, he wants Reese in the worst sort of way. The attraction is instant and devastating, so Alonso sends Talia to seduce Reese and bring back the experience of the man, so that he can get to know him from a safe distance by having sex with her. While it may be Talia’s body Alonso is actually having sex with, it’s the whole experience of making love to Reese and more that she brings back to him.

When Alonso is bold enough to hire Reese to do some landscaping of a derelict garden on his ancestral Lakeland home, again, he uses Talia to make love to Reese so that Reese can experience him.

The thing about Talia is that she doesn’t like secrets, and she doesn’t like dishonesty. If the two men are hot for each other, well she reckons they ought to know the best and the worst, and she doesn’t mind the minor complication that Reese is falling for a vampire and that she has been the go-between for said vampire. Complications always make for good story, and this one was as much fun to write as it was outrageously sexy, with the intimacy passing through the catalyst of a third party. What started out to be an MM story ended up to be a different kind of ménage, and for all of Talia’s faults and scary-arsedness, she loves her friend, and she wants to see him happy. Here’s a little snippet of just what Talia brings back for Alonso from her first encounter with Reese – unbeknownst to him, of course.

Landscapes Blurb:

Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life?

Buy links: http://kdgrace.co.uk/books/landscapes/

Landscapes Excerpt:

It was nearing dawn when Talia returned to our accommodations smelling of sex, as I knew she would if she were to obtain for me what I wanted. By then my blood burned in my veins, and my body felt too close to me, as though the flesh that I dwelt in suddenly conspired to crush me with its demands. And though I knew that Reese Chambers could not have refused her even if she had come to him as a toothless, foul-smelling hag, I hated her that he had poured himself into her body while I had been left with only my fantasies kindling my lust to an inferno.

Though my need was such that my flesh was fevered and my cock an insistent throb, until she returned, I held myself contained within skin that felt too thin. When she saw the state that I was in, she pulled the heavy drapes with an efficient tug, then with a nod of her head, motioned me to follow her down into the basement room that had been prepared for me. When she turned to me at the foot of the bed, before she could opened her kiss-bruised lips to speak, I took her mouth, starving for the first taste of him, the taste of his saliva, the taste of his blood, mixed with hers. She’d bitten him; he’d bitten her back. He was rough, and he liked to be treated rough, but he kept that to himself. He was embarrassed by it. His lips were slightly chapped from so much time in the sun and wind, and they’d slid against hers, suckling and stroking and pressing until her mouth opened to his. With ravenous laps of my tongue, I tasted him in her mouth, and she held back the moan of response, so I could hear the echoes of his groans, heavy with need he’d not satisfied in awhile, and I felt kinship in my own unsatisfied needs. Images of him flashed through my head. Christ, his eyes were green, dark green like the evergreen forests of the north, and he kept them open when he kissed her, taking her in with his eyes.

I shoved aside the silk of her low bodice exposing her breasts, breasts that his hands had cupped. My nipples peeked to sharp aching points at the feel of his calloused thumbs raking, pressing and releasing. I breathed in his scent on her breasts, burying my face in her cleavage, licking the taste of salty, slightly picante maleness, sniffing and tasting until I could stand it no more. In one violent jerk, I tore the dress all the way down and shoved it off her shoulders, away from the flesh he had licked and kissed and mounted. I cried out at the feel of him, weight on one elbow, knee spreading her thighs, fingers opening her heaviness, anxious to penetrate, anxious to relieve his need. And then, with Talia free of clothing, Reese Chambers’ essence filled the room. Talia’s panties were still wet with his semen mixed with her humid desire, and I tore them from her and forced her onto her stomach, onto her hands and knees, so that it was not her face I saw, but his that I imagined. With hands on her hips, I raised her bottom in the air and spread her still swollen, still slippery folds with fingers made awkward by my arousal, letting the scent of his hot bread and honey release intoxicate me. Then I buried my face in her snatch and, as I ate his lust from her, I knew him.

He was Cumbrian born and bred, and his accent was the soft lilting sound of the fells. He was a landscaper and a gardener by trade. His hands held the magic of the earth and his mind conceived ideas for beautiful outdoor spaces; those he liked best were patterned after Renaissance and medieval gardens. He was homesick and heartsick. He’d gone to Surrey to work with his father because the money was good. But his father had died recently and he had returned home to Cumbria. He didn’t care if he had to work in a pub or muck stables. He wanted to be home. He missed the people and he missed the fells. He missed the simpler, more honest rhythms of life. He was shy, even a bit reclusive. He read voraciously and widely, he liked astronomy and he was afraid of snakes, though it embarrassed him to admit it. He hadn’t had sex in a long time, and found it better to have a wank session than a meaningless encounter. The facts of him, the details of his life raced at me in a flood I consumed ravenously with each lap of my tongue.

As I ate Talia I felt the shape of his face, the curve of his chin, the rise and fall of his chest as he had done the same. I felt the soft tuft of bronze curls nestled between the hard rise of his pecs and the courser, deeper curls that caressed his testicles and his cock when it was at rest, but it hadn’t been at rest. How many times had he taken her? He was thick enough to fill her and the friction of him inside was delicious and maddening. The shape of him – I wanted to caress the shape of him, with my hands, with my mouth, and the taking of his essence from Talia was an act of ripping away something that should have been mine. As I bruised her arse with kneading fingers and, as I licked the last of his release from her, she managed a breathless moan. ‘Take the rest. God, Alonso, take the rest, and release me.’

About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Me and the Battle Rope bondingVoted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really is all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

Find K D Here:

Websites: http://kdgrace.co.uk/

http://www.thebritbabes.co.uk

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/KDGraceAuthor

Twitter: https://twitter.com/KD_Grace

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GIVEAWAY!

Make sure to follow the whole tour—the more posts you visit throughout, the more chances you’ll get to enter the giveaway. The tour dates are here: http://www.writermarketing.co.uk/prpromotion/blog-tours/currently-on-tour/k-d-grace-9/

And to enter the giveaway, go to http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/8b9ec5be164/

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Hallowe’en May Be Over…

…but it’s not too late to enjoy a deliciously wicked read courtesy of Lisabet Sarai’s new BDSM menage tale, Coming In Costume.

Here’s the blurb for the story:

ComingInCostume600When her dominant husband Greg proposes that they attend a company Halloween gala, Isabella is too excited to be suspicious. Unlike her introverted master, she adores parties and dressing up. Only after they arrive does Bella learn her Dom has planned a kinky, semi-public scene involving both pain and pleasure―a Halloween masque that includes a starring role for Greg’s best friend James.

And here’s a very naughty extract to get you in the mood:

He circled behind me once more to peel off my panties. The soaked cotton clung to my skin. He dragged them down to my ankles and tossed them away.

“Tsk, tsk. It appears that punishment turns you on. Shameful!” Despite his words, he sounded more amused than annoyed. Without prelude, he thrust several fingers deep into my drenched channel. I clamped down reflexively, struggling against the rising tide of pleasure that obliterated every shred of pain.

Greg snatched his hand from my depths, leaving me shuddering with want.

“Oh, sir…”

“I should give you additional strokes for that. But that would only arouse you more, wouldn’t it? We’ll have to see if you find a bare-bottomed thrashing equally exciting, you nasty girl.”

The pointer swished through the air. A fireball of pain exploded as it landed on my already tenderized flesh. My howl of agony echoed through the empty museum halls.

“Twelve.”

“Oh, no, no…! Please, no more, I can’t…” Tears streamed down my cheeks. The latest stripe burned like a brand, the hurt pulsing hotter each instant, even though he didn’t hit me again. Then Greg’s hand cupped my butt cheek. The pain didn’t stop, but his touch transformed the raw feeling into something I wanted. His voice was barely audible above my sniffling.

“You know you can use your safe word, Bella.”

“No—no, sir, I don’t want—don’t want to disappoint you…”

“You could never disappoint me, love.”  He let the pointer rest for a moment across my ass cheeks, then traced a line down the inside of my thigh with the tip.

I spasmed as he brought it closer to my slick, exposed pussy, though, to my mingled relief and regret, he refrained from touching my most sensitive spots. How could I be so aroused when I hurt so much?

Coming In Costume is available from Amazon US, Amazon UK and Smashwords. Go on, let it put the willies up you…

I’m In The Spotlight At Cara Sutra Today

If you’d like to know more about my long (very long…) association with erotic fiction and why I really enjoy writing about hot men getting it together with each other, and you want to read spicy extracts from three of my Totally Bound/Pride Publishing books, then click here.

Sunday Snog – The Christmas Box

The Christmas BoxYes, it’s Sunday Snog time again, and with Christmas coming ever closer, here’s a kiss from The Christmas Box, a ménage tale that was my first ever release with Totally Bound. Natasha has travelled to the home of her old university friend, Joe. The plan was for a whole group of people to spend Christmas together but heavy snow has intervened, leaving Natasha and Joe to get reacquainted.

“It’s not going to be much of a party for you, is it?” I asked, as he sat on the sofa beside me.

“Well, it’s not exactly the send-off I had planned for this place,” Joe admitted, “but I still think the two of us could have a pretty good time on our own.” His gaze met mine briefly, then we both glanced away, a little surprised at the depth of the look which had passed between us. In that moment, I realised I wasn’t the only one looking at an old friend with suddenly admiring, lustful eyes.

“But all the food you must have got in…” I continued, trying to keep the conversation light.

“Oh, we were mostly going to have nibbles tonight,” he said. “I’m sure those will keep. You and I have got some catching up to do first.” As he spoke, he caught hold of the point of my chin, stroking his fingers along the soft skin of my throat. I’d never experienced such an intimate caress from Joe before, and I felt liquid heat rushing to my sex. Joe’s lips met mine, kissing me gently at first, then with a sudden fierce hunger. I wondered briefly whether I was doing the right thing—I had seen friendships fall apart so many times when those friends had become lovers—but it was Christmas, I told myself. The season of goodwill to all men. Time to let myself go for once. Catching Joe’s urgent mood, I pulled his t-shirt out of his jeans, anxious to explore the planes of his chest and stomach. His big hands were on my breasts, teasing my nipples into aching peaks even through the layers of clothing I’d worn to make the journey to his aunt’s home.

“Let’s get you out of some of this,” Joe said, tugging my thick sweater over my head to leave me in only a skimpy camisole. He pushed the straps down off my shoulders, baring my breasts. The smile that crossed his face told me just how much he liked the sight of me like that, half-dressed and wanting him. I straddled his thighs, pressing briefly against what felt like a nice bulge in his jeans, then leant over him so that my nipple was temptingly close to his lips. He was straining up towards it when a sudden, insistent banging echoed through the house.

To find out who else is about to join in the fun, pick up The Christmas Box from Totally Bound. And swing by Blissekiss, where there are plenty more snogs – some seasonal, some not but all designed to get you in a kissing mood…

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Sunday Snog – Everything To Him

everythingtohim_800Here’s a hotter than hot snippet as part of this week’s Blissekiss Sunday Snog. It comes from my Totally Bound ménage story, Everything to Him, the tale of a young journalist who gets the chance to live a billionaire’s lifestyle for a magazine feature. Felix Meredith has agreed to share everything for the story, and that includes his wife, Amber…

He paused to shower her face with kisses as she hung, suspended above him, the head of his dick bathed in her flowing juices but not yet breaching her entrance.

“You’d do it?” she asked, in the moment before she slid down on to his upthrust length. “You’d let Josh fuck me? And it wouldn’t change anything between us?”

“Nothing could change the way I feel about you,” he assured her, his words breathed directly into her ear. “I love you, Amber, and I always will. You’re everything to me. That’s why I want to do this, because I’m sure it will strengthen what we feel for each other, not weaken it.”

Then he was pushing up, into the hot, clutching grasp of her cunt. Amber cried out at the delicious penetration, feeling the two of them become one. He gripped her arse cheeks, holding her secure, and she wrapped her arms round the back of his neck. The musk of his cologne, the muskier scent of his body mingled so seductively with it, inflamed her senses. “Fuck me, Felix,” she pleaded. “Show me just what I mean to you.”

His response was to jab into her with short, almost brutal thrusts that slammed her against the wall. The jerking motions sent a dull friction through her pussy, setting her clit pulsing. Her moans filled the hallway and she was sure Alison would come running, alerted by the commotion. If the housekeeper arrived and saw them, Felix still fully dressed, Amber naked, fucking for all they were worth, would they stop what they were doing? She very much doubted it.

You can get hold of Everything to Him either as a standalone story or as part of the Sharing the Billionaire anthology. And you can enjoy a selection of snogs, from torrid to tender, over at Blissekiss.

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