Tuesday, 9 February 2016

Denied Cover Reveal! Marissa Farrar

Please welcome my lovely friend and fellow author Marissa Farrar to my blog today to show off her exciting new book that's available for pre-order now!

Thank you so much for having me on your blog to show off the cover for my new novel, ‘Denied’. ‘Denied’ is the second book in ‘The Monster Trilogy’. The first book ‘Defaced’ was published last year and has been getting some great reviews! It’s a dark romance with a feel of ‘Beauty and the Beast’, and so, like many dark romances, contains some disturbing topics, such as sex trafficking and dubious consent.

Here’s the blurb for book two, ‘Denied’.

After Monster makes an impossible choice that throws her world into chaos, Lily finds herself back in America. Unable to allow what happened to her to go unpunished, and riddled with survivor’s guilt, Lily decides she needs to track down the traffickers who took her.
Monster has only ever wanted to keep his Flower safe, but, when he hears of her plans, he is forced to take control once more. Stepping out of his comfort zone, he vows to once more make her his captive.

Except Lily doesn’t know the true reason for Monster making the choice that has led to her current situation, and her actions have made her the target of someone who wants a debt paid – a debt that must be paid in flesh...

You can pre-order ‘Denied’ now from Amazon, Apple, and Kobo, and other stores shortly. If you want to check out the first book, ‘Defaced’, it is also available from all the main online stores, including Amazon, Apple, Barnes and Noble, in both in ebook and paperback.

Thanks again for hosting me!

Defaced sexy excerpt

Part of her wanted to test him. He’d kissed her; she could still feel the pressure of his mouth on hers, still had the taste of him on her tongue. The idea of him punishing her made her shiver, both with fear and longing. What would he do to her? How far would he take it?
“I heard people beyond the walls,” she admitted. “I wanted to know how to get out there.”
“Flower?” He growled his warning.
She held his gaze. “I only wanted to know.” 
He looked over to Tudor. “Wait for me in my office.”
The older man nodded, and turned to leave.
He took her by the upper arm and gave her a small shove to get her moving, before frog-marching her down the hallway, back toward her room. This time she didn’t care that he was making her go back there. Her heart raced, but not because she was frightened of being locked up, or that he would hurt her. She’d sensed the relationship between them growing. Yes, he was dangerous—she didn’t doubt that for a moment—but he also hummed with the sort of sexual tension she’d never come across before. For years, she’d gone without any kind of sexual contact—or even contact in general. After what she’d been through as a young adult, she’d never met anyone who’d awakened that side of her. And yet Monster did. She couldn’t explain it. Just being near him excited her. When he touched her, her inner core tightened, her whole body vibrating with lust which coiled downward, condensing between her thighs. 
Her breath came hard and he pushed her toward her bedroom door, and into her room. He slammed the door behind him with one hand, the other hand keeping a firm hold on her arm.
He pushed her back against the wall, pinning her against it.
His dark eyes bored into hers. “Why did you let me kiss you back there?”
She stared back. “Because you’re supposed to own me. Doesn’t that mean you can do what you want?”
“Yes, yes it does. But you’ve never been someone who didn’t put up a fight.”
“Is that what you want?” she challenged. “Would you prefer it if I fought you?”
Slowly, he shook his head. “Don’t do this, Flower. I’m already supposed to be punishing you for not doing what you were told.”
“So do it, then. What are you waiting for?”
“You’re supposed to hate being touched.”
What are you doing? Her mind screamed at her. Why are you provoking him? Yet her whole body buzzed with excitement. She wanted to know what he’d do next.
“You don’t act like you hate it.”
“Maybe I just got good at pretending.”
He stared at her and she caught her breath. 
Monster took a step toward her, closing the already small gap between them. His big body pressed against hers, and he reached up with the hand not holding her arm, and stroked her cheek, his finger slipping down, across her jaw bone, and down the side of her neck, pushing her hair away from her throat. 
He leaned in even closer, his mouth against her ear. “Tell me you don’t like it when I touch you.”
His other hand released her arm and stroked down the side of her body, brushing her breast. She trembled in his grasp, her whole body vibrating. Even her breath shook as it left her lips, but she wanted this. Even if it made her crazy, she still wanted him.
His thumb brushed her nipple, and it crinkled hard in response. He paused, his hand moving to cup the heavy weight of her breast, and then his thumb and forefinger closed over the peak. The brush against her nipple turned into a pinch which sent shock waves of pain and pleasure through her body.
Lily let out a groan, her body sagging. She wanted to lean against him, to swallow the small amount of space which still remained between their bodies, but he held her away, her back pressed up against the wall behind.
“I know you like that,” he spoke against her ear, his breath hot on her lobe. His lips tickled the sensitive spot right behind her ear lobe, and then his tongue made contact with her skin, tracing a cool, wet trail down her throat.
Lily whimpered as the lick turned into a kiss, and the kiss turned into a gentle bite, nipping the skin of her throat between his teeth.
His hand left her breast and moved lower, down, across her stomach, and to the waistband of her pants. 
He paused. “This is a punishment, remember? Tell me to stop.”
“No!” she gasped.
“Do it, Flower. Tell me to stop.”
She shook her head frantically. “I don’t want you to stop.”
“Say it, or I will.”
Was this some kind of game he was playing? “Okay,” she relented, realizing it was the only way she’d get him to continue. “Stop! I want you to stop.”
“That’s more like it,” he growled, and he yanked at the waist band of the pants she wore, popping the buttons and ripping apart the zipper. And then his hand was plunging down, beneath the elastic of the simple cotton panties she wore, and down between her legs. His hand slipped across the top of her mound, his fingertips trailing through her tight curls. His index finger pressed between her folds, coaxing her open to him, and she stepped her legs apart, trying not to think about how wet she already was. 
Roughly, he pushed a finger inside her, and her legs went weak. She pressed the back of her head against the wall, her eyes rolling. “Oh, God.”
“Tell me to stop,” he growled again.”
“Oh, stop, please Monster.
He pushed another finger inside her and she gave a cry. How had she gone so long without this kind of pleasure in her life?
The ball of his hand pressed against the bud of nerves at the apex of her thighs, and she ground against him, wanting to somehow dissolve into him, to clutch to him, hold him tight and never let go. She knew this was wrong—that wanting him like this was wrong—but she’d never met anyone like him before, and something about him spoke to her on every level.
His mouth left her neck and captured her lips, kissing her firmly and forcefully, as he continued to work his fingers inside her. He obviously wasn’t interested in hearing her tell him no anymore.
One hand still pinned her against the wall, while the other thrust deep inside her. She was trapped between his hard body and the hard wall, his mouth forcefully over hers, his fingers inside her. She felt utterly helpless, and completely bent to his will, and she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Her pleasure began to build, coiling tighter and tighter like a spring, ready to spring open and drown her in its waves. She rode the sensation, not wanting to lose it for a second, frightened it might somehow vanish. She knew she was going to orgasm—something she’d only ever done on her own for the past ten years—and while she wanted to reach that peak, the other part of her didn’t want to get there, knowing this bliss would end when she did.
But Monster was too talented with his touch. He curled his fingers inside her, and she could hold off no more. Lily cried out into his mouth as she came, the rolls of exquisite ecstasy battering her into complete submission. 
Her fingers clutched at the sleeve of his shirt, as the final throes of her orgasm shuddered through her, trying to find something to steady herself on. Her whole body went weak, her mind still hazy from what had just happened.
Monster slipped his fingers from her body, and placed them to his lips. “Now I don’t have to imagine what you taste like,” he said, his dark features dangerous and hooded with lust. He parted his lips and slowly inserted his finger, coating his tongue with her cream. He removed his finger from his mouth and took a step back. The corner of his lips turned up in a smirk. “Now, I know.”
And with that, he turned from the room and left.
A second later, she heard the lock click into place.

Marissa Farrar Bio

Marissa Farrar has always been in love with being in love. But since she's been married for numerous years and has three young daughters, she's conducted her love affairs with multiple gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.
The author of eighteen novels, she has been a full time author for the last five years. She predominantly writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but has branched into contemporary fiction as well.
If you want to know more about Marissa, then please visit her website at www.marissa-farrar.blogspot.com. You can also find her at her facebook page, www.facebook.com/marissa.farrar.author or follow her on twitter @marissafarrar.
She loves to hear from readers and can be emailed at marissafarrar@hotmail.co.uk and to stay updated on all new releases and sales, just sign up to her newsletter! http://forms.aweber.com/form/61/19822861.htm

Monday, 8 February 2016

Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday - new out is Accelerated Passion my erotic romance set around the sexy sport of Formula One, so here's a sexy moment between Frankie and Dean to whet your appetite.

“I want you to really feel me, really enjoy this fantasy,” he said. “Can I slap you again?”
“Yes, yes...” He could do whatever the hell he wanted. “Just fuck me as well.”
Four swift, hard slaps landed on her ass—two each buttock. She flinched with each one then bucked for more. The pain instantly turned to pleasure, increasing the longing in her pussy. It seemed to heighten the senses in her skin, the way her body felt just with the air on her flesh.
“Hold on tight,” he said, adjusting his stance and aiming his cock head at her pussy. “This is going to be fast.”
“Yes...” She curled her fingernails into the rubber tread and gripped the wing.
“Wider.” He tapped her right ankle with his foot.
She did as he’d asked.
He shoved in. Not a slow, sensual ride, but a rapid thrust to full depth.
Frankie cried out then released the wing and pressed her fist to her mouth. God, he was so big. She was so full. His balls were up against her, and her smarting ass cheeks rubbed on his belly.
Once seated at the hilt, he stilled. He created tension on her hair with one hand and gripped her hip with the other. He groaned long and low.
She squirmed, adjusting to the size of him inside her. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yes...give it to me, all of it. I’m fine.”
It was as if her words had flicked a switch in him. He pulled almost out then shoved back in. Set up a wild rhythm, fucking her with desperate energy.
She stared at the car, at the shiny surface and the matt black of the tires. Her body was being shunted into but also held still. Each time he thrust to the max, the air was pushed from her. She panted, pulling oxygen in when she could.
He was working her G-spot with the tip of his cock, massaging it, pounding it, driving her toward a deep and satisfying orgasm.
“Fucking hell, babe, this is it...” He tipped forward and set his mouth on her shoulder, kissed, sucked, bit as he continued to pound into her.
She shoved back for more of his cock, seating herself onto him. “Yes. Yes.”
“You wanted to get fucked over the car...not just any car, but this one...mine.”
“Dean, oh...I’m going to.” Her orgasm hovered, a big ball of energy that sparkled within reach. She knew it would take her breath away, catapult her into ecstasy.
“And now you are,” he went on, holding her closer so her back was against his chest. “By me...you’re getting fucked by me, world fucking champion who can’t get enough of you, over the back...of the...damn...car.” He’d punctuated the last words with near violent thrusts.
It tipped her over the edge.
She shut her eyes and allowed the rawness and power of a G-spot climax to overwhelm her. Her limbs shook, but he held her to him, thrusting on and on, steaming in and out of her.
Bliss radiated to her toes, and she curled them on the cool floor. She clutched at the tire that was hard and unmoving. Her pussy hugged his shaft, the pleasure going on and on and on. It was hard to breathe.
“Ah, yeah...that’s it. Fuck, I can feel you...on my dick...so tight.” He lifted up, released her hair, and clutched her hips.
She was aware of him coming, too, pumping into her, releasing his load as he held her just where he wanted her in a tight, possessive grip.
He groaned in a deliciously guttural way that told her he was holding nothing back. He was claiming what he needed, going all the way. Fucking without inhibitions and taking them both where they wanted to go.

Back Cover Information

When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly.

Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position.

So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests.

However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure: when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride.

Grab your copy of Accelerated Passion from AmazonARe and all other good ebook retailers.

Sunday, 7 February 2016

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog - new out is Accelerated Passion my erotic romance set around the sexy sport of Formula One, so here's a sexy smooch between Frankie and Dean.

“But...” Frankie said.
“No buts. We’re all alone.” Dean pulled her top over her head then dropped it onto the floor.
She reached for his T-shirt, did the same with it as he’d done to hers. The sight of his broad, hair-sprinkled chest rising and falling because of his fast, excited breaths threw any last thoughts of not fucking out of the window.
She’d held herself back all day, been turned on by him since this morning. Now was the time to satisfy her urges.
She reached for the top button on his jeans and popped it open.
He reached around her back and released her bra. As it loosened, his gaze drifted to her breasts.
She let the bra fall to the floor then resumed her work on his pants.
“For the record, you have the best tits ever,” he said, tweaking her nipples then cupping the undersides in his palms.
She smiled. Dean made her feel beautiful and desired, and she wasn’t going to argue with that.
“And you have a very cute cock.” She shoved at his jeans, and they landed around his thighs.
“Cute?” He raised his eyebrows. “That’s not quite the description I was hoping to hear.”
She giggled and delved her hand past the waistband of his boxers. She gripped his dick and, at the same time, ran her hand to the back of his neck. “How about big, hard, and ready to go?” she said onto his lips.
“Yeah.” He stared down at her. A muscle flexed in his cheek. “Add on unleashed.”
“Unleashed. I like that.” She kissed him.
But the kiss only lasted a second before he took her hand from his boxers and steered her to the end of the car. “Dean?”
“This is where I want you.” He stooped, pushed at his shoes then removed his jeans. He shoved at his boxers and took his cock in his hand. Standing straight, tall, and naked, he set his attention on her. The same wicked glint that had crossed his eyes in the car, when he’d asked her if she had the keys, was back.
Frankie tore her gaze from his cock, the way he was working it with his hand—so fucking hot—and looked at the car sitting low at her side. “I’m not sure.”
“Strip,” he said, “then bend the hell over. I want you to hold the wheel, the wing, whatever is handy, but just don’t break it.”
Bloody hell.
“I have a good memory when it comes to you,” he said. “And you mentioned a filthy little fantasy about getting fucked over an F1 car.” He looked down at his cock and tensed his abs. “Fantasy coming up.”
Frankie thought her heart was going to speed into overdrive. Adrenaline pumped around her system. Get fucked over the car they all worshipped and spent their days perfecting. It was worth millions.
“Don’t make me rip your clothes off because you’ll have nothing to go back to the house in by the time I’ve torn them at the seams.”
“Yes, okay.” Quickly, she undid her jeans and pushed them down. She stepped on them, pulling them off with her feet, her breasts jiggling as she did so.
“Panties,” he said, nodding at the small white lace knickers she wore. “Now.”
Hurriedly, she rolled them down her legs, kicked them aside.
Now they were both naked and seriously turned on in the place they were normally in work mode; busy, concentrating, amongst colleagues.
“Woman, your fantasy has turned into my fantasy.” He stepped closer.
The heat from his body poured onto hers, and the scent of his faded aftershave and sun lotion filled her nose.
“Can you take it...all of it...?” He glanced at his cock, still in his hand.
“You know I can.”
He slipped his hand over her head and gripped the base of her ponytail. He yanked it.
She gasped, the stitch of discomfort in her scalp adding to the tingling sensation that trembled over her skin. “What I mean is...” His lips were a whisper from hers. “Can you take if I just unleash my need for you?” As he spoke, he twisted her hair into his fist. “Dean?”
“Sometimes a man likes to fuck, really fuck, hard. Can you handle that? I need to know.”
“I can handle anything you want to give me.” And she could. She wanted it all. To have Dean lose control. Surrender to desire, give in to passion—she could think of nothing sexier.

Back Cover Information

When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly.

Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position.

So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests.

However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure: when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride.

Grab your copy of Accelerated Passion from Amazon, ARe and all other good ebook retailers.

Saturday, 6 February 2016

A Sexy Encounter ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS127

It's Sexy Saturday time again!

This week the theme is a sexy encounter so here's a few from  my new novel Accelerated Passion. Dean and Frankie have only just met, they haven't gotten off to a great start but already the heat is reaching boiling point between them.

“Why? What would you have done?” She paused and put her hands on his chest, pushed at him. He didn’t move. “Let me out.”
“You want to know what I would have done to a rookie mechanic who thought he could fuck up my ritual?”
I’m no goddamn rookie. “Yes.”
“I’d have kicked his sorry ass. He might have gotten a black eye out of the deal, too.”
She tilted her chin. “So kick my ass. Blacken my eye. I don’t want to be treated differently because I’m female.”
His mouth twisted. “Yeah, right. I’m really into beating up women.”
“Just holding them hostage.” She pushed again. “Move.”
He didn’t budge. It was like having a slab of concrete in front of her.
He lowered his head.
She froze.
His nose was almost touching hers. His breaths washed over her lips.
Her stomach did a strange flip and sent butterflies around her body. The look in his eyes, it was so intense, so wild, so damn sexy. Fuck, to have him looking at her like that if they were naked, alone, about to get carnal...
“Frankie,” he whispered.
“Don’t fucking do it again.”
He pushed back from the wall and turned.
Within a second she was alone and staring at the door
as, once again, the blind rattled with the force of the slam.

Grab your copy of Accelerated Passion from Amazon, ARe and all other good ebook retailers.

Friday, 5 February 2016

Coming Soon - SPLICED

Due for release on the 14th of February, SPLICED, a shifter series with a difference. Pre-order now from Amazon/Amazon UK and AReIntroductory price of 99c/99p - but not for long!

When scientists mess with the most primitive elements of a man’s core, the results are bound to be explosive.

Living a loveless existence is hard for any shifter, but having DNA spliced with creatures who stand out from the crowd is damn near impossible. Which is why four experimented-on souls decide to break free from the chains that hold them, climb the fences that circle them, and go in search of adventure, passion and most of all, their mates.

But nothing worth having is ever easy, and for Sharkorilla, Pugorilla, Kangorilla and Elephorilla, this is definitely the case. They’ve come to the end of one very long, hard and frustrating road, but now, with the help of men who have big hearts, they must shed their fears, accept their bodies, and be true to the desires that burn within them. The only problem is, will they get away with it?

Please note, Spliced can be enjoyed as individual stories, but reading in order enhances the pleasure as you get to see the progression of the shifter's sexy adventures.

Sharkorilla – Mason has been tasked with the job of helping his fellow shifters escape from the compound. Two techs need his help to ensure the breakout goes smoothly. One of those techs, Brennan, has a thing for Mason—and Mason has a thing for Brennan too.

Once Mason and his three friends are out of the compound, running for their lives across the expanse of the Yorkshire Moors, Mason wonders whether they’ll manage to be free for more than the time it takes to speed farther than a few feet. Freedom—the feeling of it is addictive, and Mason wants more of it. He isn’t prepared to give it up without a fight.

With Brennan by his side, Mason knows he can accomplish anything. There is one burning question, though. Can Mason really accept who he is? Can he learn to love himself as half shark, half gorilla? If he doesn’t, he has a feeling life won’t be all roses, despite being free of the compound.

So, he’ll just have to give his new life his best shot, won’t he?

Pugorilla - After being created in a lab, his DNA spliced with both canine and primate genes, Dex has spent his entire life locked up. He has always longed to see the outside world and to find lasting love with that one special person—dreams he never thought would come to fruition. Yet when he and his friends discover a plot to kill them all, they have no choice but to plan an escape. A life outside the walls of their compound is everything that Dex has ever hoped for, but there’s only one problem—James, a lab technician who Dex can’t seem to get out of his heart or head.

Kangorilla – Joey has it tough. Not only has he been spliced with a kangaroo and a gorilla, he’s also been brought to the other side of the world. Feeling exploited, desperate and wishing he had love, companionship and acceptance, he takes the risk of leaving the compound in the search of happiness. But will he find it? Or has the person he’s drawn to got other ideas? It certainly seems that way as the temperature goes from boiling hot to downright frosty.

Elephorilla - George hates change, but when his only two options are death or escape, he runs away with his friends into the unknown. Will he be able to find not only a new life, but a new love?

Want to know more about how SPLICED was dreamed up? Check out the Brit Babes blog where I'm revealing all!