I’m Taking Part In The AllRomance Massive October Giveaway!

It’s the massive October Give-away at AllRomance.com, and I’m giving away an ebook copy of my male/male paranormal romance The Pride Of Amsterdam as part of the fun. The contest is now under way and this year they’re giving away over 3000 prizes. They have hundreds of ebooks, thousands of dollars in gift certificates, signed print books, lavish gift baskets, eReaders, tablets, and more, and all you have to do to be in with a chance of winning is visit the AllRomance bookshop and make a purchase. Click on the banner below to be taken straight there.

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There are also prizes for people who don’t want to shop, as you can also enter the giveaway here. (Please note these entries are limited to one per person.)

Prizes are given out at random, and don’t worry, they’ve made sure they won’t run out of goodies before the end of the month.

Good luck!

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It’s Lucy Felthouse’s Birthday – But The Presents Are For You…

Lucy Felthouse is having a month-long celebration for her birthday, and she wants you to get involved!

She’s giving away presents…

For the whole month, her erotic short story anthology, Multi-orgasmic, will be just $0.99/99p in eBook format! The links are below for you to grab your copy:

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And secondly, she and some of her friends are running a huge giveaway at her website! The giveaway is also running for the whole month, and one lucky winner will get gift cards and a whole bunch of eBooks. So click on the image below to go to Lucy’s site and make your entries:

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Enjoy the celebrations!

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Like Reading? Want To Win A Gift Card?

If the answer to both those questions is ‘yes’, then the lovely Lisabet Sarai needs to hear from you. She’s currently running a survey about erotic fiction, and she wants your opinions. Not only will one lucky person win a $50 bookstore gift card (and that’ll buy you a lot of quality smut…), everyone who completes the survey gets a coupon for a free ebook. What could be simpler? Just click on the book jacket below, and it’ll take you straight to the survey. Good luck!

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The Joy Of Walking In Wales – Guest Post By Lily Harlem

Many years ago I lived and worked in London. Life was busy, high-adrenaline and I rarely sat still. But since a move to the Welsh countryside my life is very different. I love living in Wales. I’m not Welsh but the people and the land have adopted me after so long of being in its gentle embrace.

One of the things I adore is walking with my dogs. Mr H prefers to run but occasionally he slows down a pace and we head off to the mountains to enjoy the views. Here are some pictures taken in the Brecon Beacons last month. We didn’t have snow in our valley but once we went up a few hundred feet there was plenty, and most of it unspoilt as this is a deserted part of the National Park – you’re most likely to see military here as they use its desolate, isolated landscape for survival training. I hope you enjoy these pictures. It’s days like this that inspire me to write.

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This is a sign for the Taff Trail which goes on for miles and is enjoyed by many.

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Our walk got pretty steep and the snow deep but it was worth it for the views

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Waterfalls – once the snow melts they’ll increase in size dramatically

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Back at ground level and looking forward to a glass of wine in front of the fire!

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this pictures I took with my phone. Being in the mountains is truly wonderful after spending a week writing and the clear air and sense of space good for my soul. I hope you’ll check out my new novel Breathe You In which has a summery setting and some seriously hot sexy scenes to warm you after these chilly photographs.

Lily x

Blurb for Breathe You In:

Soul-aching desire was only the first layer of emotion around a secret I had to keep for all of time.

breatheyouin_800If the road to heaven starts in hell, then I was ready to start climbing my way out and Ruben Strong was the man to accompany me. With his devastating good looks, seductively sexy charm and lust for adrenaline, he was sure to make it a sensual and erotic experience as well as one to re-awake the passionate, throw-caution-to-the-wind woman I’d once been.

I’d given Ruben something, though, without him realizing, and that gift had come from the man I’d loved before. But I couldn’t tell Ruben. I had to keep that a tight secret even on the nights our naked bodies wound together, sought out pleasure and hit the dizzy heights of ecstasy—because Ruben had my husband’s heart, literally, and that heart was still in love with me, so it seemed, and now I was in love with Ruben.

Emotions tangled with bliss and fears were locked away as I surrendered to the touch of Ruben’s hands, the taste of his skin and the sounds of his pleasure. I couldn’t deny that Ruben had brought me back to life the same way I had him, and there was no way I was giving up that feeling, not for anyone.

Publisher’s Note: This book was previously self-published. It has been expanded, revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound Publishing.

Like the sound of Breathe You In? Buy it here.

About Lily Harlem:

Lily Harlem lives in the UK with a workaholic hunk and a crazy cat. With a desk overlooking rolling hills her over active imagination has been allowed to run wild and free and she revels in using the written word as an outlet for her creativity.

Lily’s stories are made up of colourful characters exploring their sexuality and sensuality in a safe, consensual way. With the bedroom door left wide open the reader can hang on for the ride and Lily hopes by reading sensual romance people will be brave enough to try something new themselves? After all, life’s too short to be anything other than fully satisfied.

Excerpt from Breathe You In:

“Katie,” he whispered when I pulled back from our soft kiss.

“I’m sorry.” I could taste him, just a little. It hadn’t been a big, open-mouthed snog, merely a touch. But still, it had spoken a thousand words, and it was the first time I’d kissed anyone other than Matt in nearly a decade.

“No, please don’t apologize.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, his thumbs grazing my collarbones through my T-shirt. “I liked it, but…are you sure?”

“I’m trying to put my life back together, too, Ruben. Matt will always be with me, no one can replace him.” I paused, juddered in a breath and put my hand on Ruben’s chest again. “Our time together was cut short, but the memories I have, they’re good memories.” I tried to find the right words—my emotions were tangled, my thoughts jumbled, but basically I just wanted to be with Ruben, it felt right. In a very basic, limbic part of my brain Ruben was someone I needed. “But I want to make new memories, happy ones, fun ones. I can’t be a sad widow who everyone feels sorry for anymore. It’s not what Matt would have wanted for me, I know that.”

“If he loved you he would have wanted you to find happiness again.” He stroked his thumbs to the base of my throat, shifting my silky scarf. It was a small, delicate caress that sent a shiver of something scarily like desire tickling over my skin.

“He did love me,” I said, “with all of his heart.” And did that heart still love me? The one I could feel beating right now? Is that where love was stored, in the fibers of the cardiac muscle? And if so, did that mean Matt’s love had been transferred into Ruben when Matt’s heart was transplanted? Did Ruben love me already, because of the reassignment of an organ?

“Katie?” He frowned a little.

“For the first time it feels right to hear that said.”

“What?”

“That he would have wanted me to be happy. Oh, it’s been said to me by lots of well-meaning friends over the last year, since the anniversary of his death, and I’ve just nodded and agreed, put on my usual fake smile.” I shook my head. “But now, here, yes, he would have wanted me to be looking for happiness again, and I want to find it. Not because it’s what I’m supposed to be doing, but because it’s what I want. I need to feel alive again, because, like you said, I am alive.”

Ruben smiled, the edges of his mouth tilting a fraction and the creases at the corners of his eyes deepening. “Me too. God, me too.” He kissed me, a gentle connection, his tongue dipping into my mouth the tiniest amount.

I slid both my hands over his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around my body, and our chests touched. My breasts, through my top, squeezed up against his firm pectoral muscles.

His kiss was tender and sweet, his lips a new shape for me to learn. I touched the tip of my tongue to his, drew in the slightly salty, masculine flavor of him and knew it was something I wanted more of.

He pulled me closer still. I shifted and next thing I knew he was resting me backwards. I unfolded my legs, stretched out and knocked away the pot of carrot sticks.

The feel of Ruben over me, kissing me, was exciting, frightening, wonderful and painful all at the same time.

He kissed across my cheek, to my ear. His breaths were loud, his weight carefully held on his elbows. I ran my hands down his smooth back, tracing the slopes and rises of his spine then over the planes of his shoulder blades, all the time staring up at the cloudless sky and the bows of the birches, their tiny leaves shivering in the breeze.

“You smell like flowers,” he whispered into the shell of my ear.

“I do?”

“Yes, so pretty.” He lifted his head and looked down at me. “Kissing you here, now, it’s my top new memory.”

I smiled—the smile grew and grew until it balled my cheeks and another giggle escaped. “I think it’s mine too.”

He kissed me again. I shut my eyes, lost myself in the moment. That small shiver of desire was back. The need for more skin-on-skin and to get closer was growing. Ruben had that certain something that worked for me. His smell, taste and the way he made me feel like everything would be all right, it was something I could get hooked on.

I ran my hands over the waistband of his jeans, stroked his arse cheeks through the denim. Damn, what a cute bum, taut and the perfect handful.

He dropped his weight a little more, our chests pressed harder together and his groin pushed into my right hip. He deepened the kiss and a fizz of lust sparked through me. It couldn’t be ignored. My nipples were tight, there was a tug in my lower abdomen, the start of a need—a need I hadn’t thought of for so long.

I lifted my left leg, curled it over the back of his and squeezed up against him. It was then I felt a long, hard bulge.

“Ruben,” I gasped into his mouth as a fist of something raw and primitive gripped me. Could we? Here?

“Damn, I’m sorry, I…” He lifted up, completely off me.

“What’s the matter?”

Enter Totally Bound’s competition for the chance to win a copy of Breathe You In as well as three books from Lily Harlem’s backlist! Click on the banner below to enter:

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Win A Copy Of The Pride Of Amsterdam With The Romance Reviews

The anniversary party is in full swing over at The Romance Reviews, and today’s your chance to win an e-book copy of The Pride Of Amsterdam as part of their fantastic prize giveaway. To enter, simply log in to The Romance Reviews (you’ll need to register if you haven’t already done so), then and answer the multiple choice question relating to the book. There’s even a hint to help you find the correct answer.

Just click on the book cover below and it’ll take you to the TRR events page. Good luck!

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A Good Dom Takes Care Of His Sub – Guest Post By Renee Rose

I like a dom to be harsh and demanding, but I also like a little sugar to go with it. In my books, some doms are sweeter than others, but in the end, they all are willing to care for and protect their women when necessary.

In Mob Mistress, Lexi Tyler, a hairstylist in financial distress, has just entered into a “mistress” situation with mobster Bobby Manghini, agreeing to be available to him at all times in exchange for a luxury apartment and spending cash. But what happens when, on their second date, she gets bad news and falls apart?

In this excerpt, Lexi, a hairstylist in financial crisis, has struck a bargain with mobster Bobby Manghini, to be at his beck and call in exchange for a high-end apartment and spending money. On their second date, though, she gets a call that her sister’s in the hospital. Here’s how Bobby takes care of her:

mobmistressHe got out and her stomach tightened. As grateful as she was for his acceptance of her breakdown, she did not want to “be available” to him tonight. Not that she would refuse him if he insisted, but she really didn’t feel up to it.

As if he read her mind, he said, “Don’t worry, I’m not coming up for sex.” He met her on the other side of the car and put his hand on her back to lead her to the elevator.

What was he coming up for, then?

He unlocked the door to his place — her new place — and ushered her in, then headed to the kitchen. “What’s your comfort food?” he asked, opening the refrigerator.

“Huh?”

“Your comfort food. What do you like to eat when you’re down?”

A giggle tried to make its way out of her depression, erupting as a sort of snorting sound. “Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.”

He opened the freezer and found her guilty indulgence, returning with the pint and a spoon.

She stood, dumbfounded. Really? Mr. You’re-Available-for-Me-when-I-Snap-My-Fingers was waiting on her? Knowing he wasn’t going to get sex? It made fresh tears pop into her eyes, but they weren’t the sad kind. More the kind she sometimes got whenever someone unexpectedly showed they cared.

She kicked off her heels and padded into the bedroom, changing into a pair of jammies. They were not sexy in the least, but they were her favorite, the thin pink cotton threadbare in places from repeated washing. When she returned to the living room, Bobby had settled on the micro suede couch to watch television.

He patted the seat beside him and she took it, tucking her legs up underneath her. He fed her bites of the decadent ice cream treat before taking them himself. “This is delicious,” he observed, examining the label. “You have good taste.”

When they finished the entire pint, he set it on the coffee table in front of them and put an arm around her, pulling her head against his shoulder. It had been a long time since she’d experienced anyone offering her tenderness, and she had not expected it from her demanding new sugar daddy. She settled against his warmth, letting his strength and powerful presence soothe her into a sleepy haze.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he murmured when her eyes drifted closed. He helped her to stand and followed her into the bedroom, pulling the blankets back for her and tucking her in like a child. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

She nodded.

“I mean it. If you want to fly back to visit, just send me a text and I’ll get it arranged for you.”

“Thank you, Bobby,” she mumbled, too exhausted to be able to meet his eye.

He kissed her forehead. “Good night, Lex.”

“Good night. Thank you.”

She listened to the sound of his steps leaving, tears burning her eyes.

Shit.

The last thing she needed was to fall head over heels for this guy.

Mob Mistress blurb

When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.

Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man.

Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package — a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.

Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?

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Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.

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