Friday, 28 November 2014

Love Repeated By Nancy Corrigan


Young lovers, Kyle and Ronnie, had the world ahead of them at seventeen. Stubbornness, misunderstanding and a mother’s influence forced them to forge their own paths. A decade later, neither can find love.

Ronnie always thought it was easier to move on than deal with the pain and hurt of past mistakes. She made plenty of them, but so did Kyle and her parents. Kyle knows the moment he touches Ronnie that he still loves her. He won’t repeat the past and let her leave him a second time.

It takes a tragedy and a secret to reunite them, but their passion returns in a rush along with regret and guilt. To have love, they’ll have to overcome their issues—before her mother’s sin takes Ronnie away, once and for all.

“I want to kiss you, Ronnie.”
She swept the tip of her tongue out, moistening her mouth and tempting him to feast. “Are you asking permission, or—”
He leaned closer and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, stopping her words. Her shaky exhale washed over him, filling his lungs with the scent of cinnamon. The long-denied craving for her taste surged. She’d always chewed on cinnamon gum or mints. The taste used to drug him. Would it still? She’d been his favorite addiction a lifetime ago.
He grasped the back of her neck and licked the inside of her lip. Her flavor hit him, a punch in the gut he welcomed. It left him a little crazed and a lot horny. On a groan, he kissed her. She opened to him, stroking her tongue with his and feeding him her soft mewling noises, those little purrs of contentment she’d always offered him whenever they first came together. He soaked them up along with the rightness kissing her brought.
She complemented his thrusts and licks with ones of her own. They’d perfected the art of kissing years before they’d ever joined their bodies. It had been his favorite hobby. He’d never been able to get enough. He still couldn’t. Head angled, he delved deeper and sucked on her tongue, tearing moans from her throat.
She twisted her torso and linked her hands around his neck. Nails dug into his skin, she tugged him closer, kissed him harder, and tore his tenacious control to shreds. He rocked into her and let his hands roam over her soft, curvy body.
Primitive hungers beat at him. He wanted to strip her and lick every inch, memorizing her swells and valleys. Maybe spread her thighs and get drunk on her sweet sex. Or push her to her knees and pump into her mouth until he exploded. So many images rose, but it was the need to possess her that made his decision.
He tore his mouth from hers. She panted hard. So did he. The lust they’d shared returned, stronger than ever. He couldn’t wait a moment more.
He rubbed his forefinger over her lips, then slipped it between them. Her breath heated his skin. She closed her mouth over his finger. With a swirl of her tongue, she drew him deeper and held him there for a long moment before she sucked. Hard.
His dick jerked. Precum seeped from the tip. He yanked on his finger, but she bit just to the point of pain, stopping him. His breath escaped in a shudder. He dragged the digit out, her teeth scraping him, and cupped her face between his palms.
“I’m going bend you over your car, lift your skirt, and fuck you, Ronnie. If you have some guy that’s going to hunt me down for making you come all over my dick, tell me now.” He flashed her a wicked smile. “And I’ll make you writhe over my tongue instead.”

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A true romantic at heart, Nancy Corrigan is convinced there’s a knight in shining armor for every woman (or man), but you won’t find damsels in distress in her stories. She adores pairing alpha heroes with woman strong enough to match them and bring them to their knees. She also enjoys flipping the traditional roles in romances because her motto is—love and people should never be forced to conform to anyone’s norm.
She holds a degree in chemistry and has worked in research but now focuses on ensuring quality. She considers it the perfect outlet for her as she’s the first to admit she has some OCD tendencies. It carries over into her writing life too. While engrossed in a novel, she has a habit of forgetting to eat and sleep. Fortunately, she’s married to her own knight in shining armor who understands her oddities and loves her anyway. They reside in Pennsylvania with their three children, dog, snake and guinea pigs. Her other interests include tattoos, animals, classic cars and all things spooky and sexy.

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Thursday, 27 November 2014

Grand Slam

Grand Slam, by myself and Lucy Felthouse, has a great You Tube review from book reviewer Deanna Lang. 

Here's the low down on Grand Slam which is featured on the Raw Talent website.

California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills, instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.

I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation however, I couldn’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that showed her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rose to, one that had me rising too, and before long my game was relying on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie was seriously good for my soul.

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Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Caught on Camera - Coming Soon

Caught on Camera - a new serial with a serious amount of steamy man on man action in every book! Coming 26th December from Totally Bound and what's more, the first book is FREE!

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Tuesday, 25 November 2014

Janine Ashbless - special guest

Please welcome my friend and fellow author Janine Ashbless to my blog today - Janine has an amazing new novel out that I can't wait to lose myself in. Here are the details…

If You Loved an Angel... How Far Would You Fall with Him? 

What happens when the daughter of the village priest falls in love with an archangel banished from heaven? Milja’s heart is struck when she catches a glimpse of the preternaturally beautiful prisoner her father keeps captive beneath his church’s altar. Torn between tradition, loyalty and her growing obsession with the fallen angel, will Milja risk losing her family, and her eternal soul, for the love of this divine being? Janine Ashbless will transport you to a world where good and evil battle for true love.

Ten things I learned writing “Cover him with Darkness” by Janine Ashbless

1. Orthodox Christians cross themselves backwards

Compared to Catholics that is – though in fact the Orthodox right-to-left version is older by many centuries.  Actually I had to do quite a lot of research on Orthodoxy for Cover Him with Darkness, and though this sounds utterly trivial to an outsider, the direction-of-crossing turns out to be pretty significant for two of my characters…

2. Montenegro is one of the most beautiful countries in Europe, and more people should go there as tourists to appreciate it.

Having set the start of my book there, I had to visit on holiday for the sake of research! It’s just amazing: hot Mediterranean coastline, a vast fjord, Alpine meadows and craggy snow-capped mountain – all within a tiny country the size of Wales.

3. Nobody can agree how many archangels there are

Catholics, Protestants, Orthodox (of various types), Muslims, medieval kabbalists, Renaissance occultists … they’ve all got angel lists with different numbers, different names, and different roles.

4. Montenegrins are the tallest people in Europe

Well possibly (there’s some argument for first place with the Dutch), but with a mean at around 6ft for men across all age groups including the elderly, they are pretty bloody tall … and very proud of it too! 

5. The Israelites in the Old Testament were told to sacrifice a goat to a fallen angel every year.

The annual scapegoat ritual on the Day of Atonement, wherein a goat was symbolically heaped with the sins of the people and thrown out to die in the wilderness, was quite specific: ‘And Aaron shall place lots upon the two he-goats: one lot "For the Lord," and the other lot, "For Azazel” … The goat on which the lot fell for Azazel shall be presented alive before the LORD to make atonement over it, that it may be sent away into the wilderness to Azazel."’ (Lev 16:8-10)

6. I like hot guys tied up and angry

No further comment necessary, I feel…

7. Satan isn’t evil in the Old Testament

Actually Satan (who is all over the shop in the Gospels, and repeatedly reviled in the Letters of Paul) barely appears at all in the Old Testament. Nor do those hoards of possessing demons. When he does show up it is the Book of Job, where he is very much a part of the Court of Heaven. His name/title means “The Adversary” and his role seems to have as been a kind of prosecuting council, rooting out hidden sin. He’s very much doing the will of God.
Somewhere in the centuries of exile between the Old and the New Testaments, Jewish theology changed a LOT.

If you’re thinking “What about the Garden of Eden episode then?” – go back and read it. There’s nothing in Genesis or the OT to identify ‘the serpent’ as Satan, or indeed an angel of any kind. It is literally a talking animal. Everything else is meaning that has accreted from later commentators.

8. There are ‘giants’ trapped inside mountains all over the world
Prometheus in Greece, Amirani in Georgia, Loki in Scandinavia, Hobbomock in Connecticut, Finn MacCool in Ireland, Montezuma in Arizona … if they ever all wake up and get out, it’ll make one heck of a mess.

9. About 70,000 years ago, humans nearly went extinct. And it was really good for us as a species. 

They reckon, looking at the genetic evidence, that the human population was reduced to maybe only 3000+ people. And in the years following that point there was an explosion in brand new human creativity – art; music; ritual; cooking food for the first time; fishing and hunting and pottery technology – all our cultural achievements seem to have kicked off after that bottleneck. You’ve got to wonder what happened!

10. I really can’t write 10,000 words a day, like some authors urge

No, not even when holed up in a locked room with no TV, no communication with the outside world and all the coffee I can drink. Even when I know exactly where the plot is going and I’m brimming with enthusiasm. I think I once made it to 4K. I have to accept that I’m a slow writer.

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Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure – and that’s “fantasy” in the sense of swords ‘n’ sandals, contemporary paranormal, fairytale, and stories based on mythology and folklore. She likes to write about magic and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.

Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000, and her novels and single-author collections now run into double figures. She’s also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora’s Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology Geek Love.

Her work has been described as: "hardcore and literate" (Madeline Moore) and "vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love." (Portia Da Costa)
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Saturday, 22 November 2014

Cranberries and Spice Blog Hop

Hello and welcome to the Cranberries and Spice Blog Hop and a Happy Thanksgiving to you all.

I'm going to give away a copy of Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, my sexy winter romance set in the beautiful Cotswolds. Keep reading to enjoy an excerpt that sets the stage for the hot stuff!

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All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.

Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.

“Perfect,” Derek said, grinning down at me. “Lady in Red couldn’t be better since I’m dancing with the only lady wearing red in the room.” His face got serious and I noticed a few beads of sweat on his forehead. “Seriously, Ashley, I’m really going to miss the office when I retire. Janice is so excited and so am I, but it’s going to be hard not seeing my team every day and sharing a laugh over our morning coffee...” His voice trailed off and he looked over my left shoulder. His arm tightened on my waist and he spun me around.
My feet stumbled as I came face to chest with Shane Galloway.
I looked up.
He stared down.
He’d ditched his jacket and tie and his white shirt shone neon in the disco lights. Where he’d undone his collar a small collection of dark hairs curled on his chest.
“May I?” Shane asked Derek, though his dark gaze stayed captured with mine.
“Be my guest,” Derek said, releasing me and stepping backward. “To tell you the truth, I could do with wetting my whistle.” He made a drinking motion with his hand. “I’ll catch you later, Ashley. Don’t forget what we were talking about.” He gave me a quick wink then was swallowed by the crowd.
I stood, arms at my sides, as a rush of joy washed through me. Shane was still at the party and not only that, he was looking at me with the same dark twinkle in his eye he’d had earlier.
“Come here, lady in red,” he said, reaching for me with both hands. I stifled a gasp as he confidently wrapped one arm around my waist and caught my hand in his. He pulled our knotted fingers against his chest and tugged my body close.
My breasts pressed against our joined hands, the exposed flesh peeping over my dress just touching the back of his knuckles and the fold of my own thumb. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip, coated it in a damp sheen, and kept his hand exactly where it was.
Reaching up with my free hand, I rested my palm over his shoulder and felt the hardness of taut muscle beneath his shirt, lean and strong, firm and toned. He set up a gentle sway to the music and I followed his lead, absorbing his body heat. “I thought you’d gone,” I said.
“I had to make a call. My sister was driving back from Scotland after visiting a friend. I wanted to make sure she’d made it okay through the snow.”
“And did she?”
“Yeah, she’s home safe and sound.” His mouth broke into a smile and small creases darted toward his temples. “Sipping cocoa with the cat curled up on her lap.”
“Good, I’m glad,” I said, mesmerized by his handsome face.
He slid his hand up my back and ducked his head to my ear. I breathed in deep as the skin on his jawline came close to my face. He smelled divine, a “fresh from the shower scent” that reminded me of open water and clean air.
“Just as well,” he murmured. “I’ve just looked outside. We’re well and truly snowed in here, not much I could have done to help her if she’d got stuck somewhere.”
“We are?” I asked. “Snowed in?”
“Oh, yes. We’re trapped, no one is going anywhere, in or out of this place.”
As he spoke, his hot breath washed over my neck and generated a tickle over my scalp. I’d never experienced a feeling like it before. It was pleasurable. It was exciting. It was sexy as hell. “At least it’s nice and warm in the hotel and there’s plenty of food and drink,” I managed.
He pulled back and grinned. “Yeah, but if this ancient heating system breaks down we may have to get inventive with ways to keep warm.”
I looked into his eyes. They held a cheeky glint and one side of his mouth twitched, creating a tiny dimple in his right cheek.
“What do you suggest?” I asked.
“Well.” He tipped his head to the side and narrowed his eyes as if contemplating options. “We could always just drag extra blankets on to the beds, make hot water bottles and drink tea or, and this is probably more advisable, we could share body heat, generate our own warmth. I hear it can save your life to get close and cozy with someone on a cold winter’s night.”
“Close and cozy,” I repeated in a whisper, hardly daring to acknowledge in my mind what he was suggesting.
“Mmm.” His face was so near to mine, hovering just a hair’s breadth away. “Close and cozy and...naked.”
My body jerked. It was involuntary. I hadn’t meant to jump within his arms. But his words were like whips of sensation that traveled around my brain then sent darts of pleasure and terror to all the corners of my being. Naked. With him? Me with Shane Galloway?
He huffed and pulled his head back. “Sorry,” he said. “Guess I’m the only one here hoping the heating breaks down, eh?”
“Er, no, not at all.” I averted my gaze from his. My thoughts were spinning. What was I supposed to say to that? If I said I wanted the heating to break down I was saying I wanted to get close and cozy and naked with him—hell, I did. And if I said I didn’t want the heating to break down that was saying I wasn’t attracted to him—and I was. I was so attracted to him I wanted to stay in his arms all night. I wanted to kiss him, lick him, adore him all over. I wanted to do the things Tobias and Saffron did on their first night together, and then the things Daisy and Gray did and...
Heat rose on my cheeks again. Another blush was about to attack. Burying my head into the crook between his chest and his shoulder, I let my hot skin rest on his soft shirt. He smoothed his hand up my back, settling it beneath my hair and stroking a gentle circle.
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t mean to be so full on. It’s just been a long time since I held a beautiful woman in my arms. I’ve been so caught up in work and study and all that.”
“It’s okay,” I murmured, sliding my hands over his shoulders and linking them at the nape of his neck. I tipped my face up to look into his dark eyes. Opportunities, Derek had said. You’ve got to grab them like a terrier and not let go, even if it’s hard to go against your nature, it’s what you’ve got to do. Pulling in a breath, I swallowed a lump of apprehension. “I want the heating to break down too,” I said, beating down a wave of anxiety at the meaning behind my words. We were talking in code. Flirting with each other and testing the water. I’d just told Shane Galloway I wanted to get naked with him.
Suddenly the music switched. A hard rock song came on, deafening me with its meaty base. Couples around us snapped apart and began to jig with gusto, waving their arms and kicking out their legs. Shane and I stayed locked together.
“You wanna get out of here?” he asked, his face suddenly serious and his brows pulled low.
I sucked in a breath. The disco air was hot and the plethora of perfumes and sweat mixed with the smells of dinner suddenly too strong. The music was unbearably loud and the floor overcrowded. ”Yes,” I said, nodding. “Let’s get out of here.”

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