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Tuesday, 31 March 2015
Available now as early download from Totally Bound Publishing (with bonus sexy scene) - official release 10th of April - Dark Warrior, is a full-length MM novel set in Kenya. Be the first to read Malik and Leo's steamy story by clicking here!
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While some passions live on the surface, others—wilder, darker passions—have to be kept buried deep.
Dr. Leo Rotherham is following his calling by working in rural Kenya for the charity Medics On Hand. While he expected a primitive way of life and limited medical supplies, what he doesn't bargain on is falling for handsome village warrior, Malik.
Malik is well respected, knowledgeable and loyal to his tribe. He's also beautiful, brave, modern and, much to Leo's dismay, married. Isn't he?
No, it turns out Malik is as free as the animals that roam the African plains at night.
Soon the tension is building between the two men and Leo isn't sure if he's coming or going. Whenever he's around Malik he can't help but notice the reflected look of lust in his eyes and feel the longing sizzling between them.
Malik stands too close, not close enough. Forbidden attraction simmers between them and the need grows to dizzying heights. But dare they admit to each other what it is they want? And are they brave enough to act on their desires and be honest about their lust? One thing is for sure, a passion this big, this powerful can't be contained and it's all going to explode in the most spectacular of ways.
Monday, 30 March 2015
Wanderlust (Amazon UK) is an erotic anthology due for release from Sweetmeats Press in June 2015 and is available for pre-order now! I have a menage a trois story nestled within these erotic pages - Going Up - which sheds a whole new light on the fun a girl can have with two sexy and willing guys in a hot air balloon!
Going Up will also be released as an individual short story. Watch this space for more details.
Sunday, 29 March 2015
Available from Ellora's Cave, Amazon, Amazon UK, ARe and all good ebook retailers. Shared also has a sequel, Shared Too.
Struggling artist Ariane Arlington flees the Welsh valleys after exposing her corrupt boss. But when the sun rises she finds herself jobless and homeless in Cardiff city with barely a penny to her name.
She responds to an advert in the local paper—Room to let, wanted, girl to share. What she doesn’t realize is that the two insanely gorgeous guys who live in the penthouse apartment really do want a girl to share, in every sense of the word. Fortunately for Ariane, rent is the last thing on their minds.
She discovers the men are bound together by a turbulent past. Liam, a computer whiz, keeps a painful secret hidden beneath his buff exterior, whilst Quinn, a pioneering neurosurgeon, wonders if he’ll ever meet a woman who can live with his controlling ways. They admit the one thing missing from their lives is a woman just like Ariane, who can handle them both in and out of the bedroom and who, together, they can keep satisfied, loved and most of all, safe.
“Jeez, you feel so hot, so damn hot and so tight,” Quinn panted into my mouth, his voice deep and sinful. “I knew you would, I knew you’d feel amazing, Ariane.” He pulled his body up and looked down, his eyes glazed with lust. I followed his line of sight and we both watched as his fingers disappeared into my black curls, pulled out and then vanished again.
Watching him penetrate me had me instantly ready to burst. I could see my moisture coating his skin, hear myself becoming so wet that with each pump of his beautiful fingers small juicy noises filled the air along with my sweet, aroused scent. I clenched around him and he treated me to a third finger as his thumb finally circled my clit. I cried out at the stretching, impaling sensation and the firm pressure where I needed it most. He caught me again in another one of his lethal kisses and the sound became a muffled groan.
“Come, Ariane, come for me,” he murmured after several delicious rotations of his thumb.
I shut my eyes, lost, and began to ride his hand as he worked faster and faster. My breathing came in ragged spurts and my toes and fingers curled. I felt myself climbing up to the exquisite bliss of the first climax I’d claimed in months.
Suddenly I was there. I exploded and shouted out his name. My body jerked and my spine arched. Quinn wrapped his free hand around my shoulders, held me tight as he continued to drive into me, eking out every last tremor of my glorious release. I felt another surge of wetness as my internal muscles pumped around his wickedly expert hand, and then I was panting, desperate for air and looking up at his face silhouetted by the bright ceiling light.
He was staring at me, not smiling, just wide-eyed. “Stunning,” he said. “You’re so responsive, so delectably reactive I can hardly believe it.”
“It’s been quite a while,” I confessed, dragging in lungfuls of oxygen and becoming aware once more of my surroundings. The marble really was hard and very cold on my naked behind.
Suddenly another deep, male voice ricocheted around the kitchen and invaded our private moment. “Glad you two are getting on so well.”
I looked around Quinn’s shoulder at the kitchen doorway. Liam stood, arms folded, feet apart, as he surveyed us draped over the marble island he’d designed.
“Hey,” Quinn said, turning but making no move to take his fingers from inside me.
My heart leapt and I pushed frantically against him. Prickles of mortification swept through the very core of my being as I squirmed and finally rid myself of his invasion. I slid ungracefully from the island and tugged up my jeans. I heard a whimper of embarrassment escape my lips, squeezed shut my eyes and prepared to take flight.
“Hey,” Quinn said, reaching for me. “Ariane.”
“No.” I shrugged him off and sidestepped.
But it was no good. He was too strong and too quick. He scooped me against his chest and bent his head to my ear. “Ariane,” he said again, curling his arms around me in a vise-like grip. “It’s okay, really.”
“I have to go.” I twisted my neck away from where Liam stood. My heart was threatening to burst right out of my chest. He would think I was a tart, a whore, a slut. I’d been giving off serious signals of interest to him only hours ago and now he’d come out of his office to discover me sprawled wantonly over his breakfast counter being hand-fucked by his flatmate. “I can’t stay, not now, please, let me go. I have to go.”
I pushed against Quinn with all my strength and shoved backward, but something caught me. Not something, someone. Liam. Suddenly I was trapped between two rock- hard chests and surrounded by four determined arms.
“Don’t go,” Liam said into my ear. “I’m not mad at you.” He spoke with such softness that instantly my eyes filled with emotion. “I want you to stay.”
“We want you to stay,” Quinn added.
I felt a drip of shame spill over my lower lid.
“Why are you sad?” Quinn asked, tipping my chin. “I thought I just made you fly.”
“You did, but...” I dropped my head into the palms of my hands. “But I’m so embarrassed, you’ve been so kind, so helpful and you don’t even know me, somewhere to stay, clothes, food.” A juddering sob broke free. “And I’ve repaid you by behaving like a whore.”
Liam sucked in a breath behind me. “Don’t you ever say that about yourself again, Ariane.” He spun me to face him instead of Quinn. “I won’t stand for it and neither will Quinn.”
“Absolutely not,” Quinn confirmed. “What you just did made us both very happy and we won’t have you corrupting it.”
My mind was reeling. What on earth were they on about? I had just made them ”both” very happy with my terrible display of sluttiness? “I behave like a loose-moraled tart and that makes you happy?” I asked, stunned, taking my hands from my shame- stained cheeks.
“If you say that again, or anything like that,” Quinn said in a decidedly dangerous growl by my ear, “I will put you over my knee and spank that sexy little ass of yours, Ariane.”
My mouth dropped open in shock as my body trembled at the kinky suggestion.
Liam took full advantage of my open mouth and suddenly he was kissing me, gently and slowly but with a harnessed passion that had me opening for more in spite of my confusing predicament. He cranked up the heat, our teeth touched briefly and then he delved his tongue into my mouth and began devouring me like a starving man. He tasted different to Quinn’s dark, chocolate heat. He was lighter, fresher, like he’d not long since brushed his teeth. But he was equally delicious, equally sexy, equally hot.
Quinn brushed my hair to one side and began to rain kisses onto the supersensitive part of my neck, just below my ear. I groaned in appreciation and curled my fingers into Liam’s t-shirt to hang on. Two pairs of hands began to roam my body, dipping into my waist, smoothing over my butt and thighs, reaching for my breasts.
Quinn’s erection prodded at the small of my back at the same time Liam’s hit my stomach.
I snapped my mouth away. What was I doing? What the hell was going on? My sudden movement caught them both off guard and I was able to slip free.
“No,” I said, retreating at speed. “I don’t know what’s going on here but no...how can you both...?”
“Shh, it’s okay,” Liam said, taking a step toward me.
I backed away, throwing up my hands defensively. “No...” I said breathlessly. “I have to go.”
“But where?” Quinn said, shaking his head. “You can’t go back.”
Saturday, 28 March 2015
Welcome to Saturday Spankings...
What is it about a hot, sophisticated guy who knows how to roll up his sleeves and redden his woman's ass that's so damn sexy? Mmm, maybe it's because when he's in the boardroom no one would suspect him of this, when he's making multi-million pound decisions he has to us those skilful hands to sign on the dotted line? Whatever it is, it's hot, and I have you not one but two sexy billionaires who know how to use their hands. This week meet Kane Ward, the hero of my new BDSM novel In Expert Hands.
Imogen White has it all—a high-flying career, a prestigious London home and friends she knows will fight her corner. She’s going up, and she’s in control, she’s also got the hots for one very important, very sexy client.
Kane Ward is a self-made billionaire whose determination to be the best of the best has left him alone. He has everything money can buy, yachts, jets, and villas in all four corners of the globe, but even he can’t buy time to suit his needs.
And his needs are very specific, his desires a particular shade of kink and his tastes anything but vanilla. So when he sets his sights on Imogen it’s a given that things are going to get dark, that pleasure will be laced with pain and determining his success will be measured by her blushes and gasps and cries of delight. But Imogen doesn’t need to worry, she’s in expert hands and her every fantasy is about to come true—and then some she’d never imagined even in her wildest dreams.
“Tell me it’s sexy,” he said, rubbing her clit.
“Ah…oh, yes…sexy, it’s sexy.” Damn, she was so aroused, more than she’d realized, and him doing that…
“Sir,” he said a little sharply.
“Sir, it’s sexy, Sir.”
He gave a lopsided smile and eased a finger high into her entrance.
Imogen felt her knees slacken.
“There we go,” he said, pulling out. “That’s why we have the bench.” He scooped her close and steered her to the middle of the room.
As she walked, her breasts stayed taut and swollen; the rope didn’t move, it kept her bound.
Kane maneuvered her to the end of the bench then pressed the center of her back. “Bend over double,” he said. “But tell me if it’s too uncomfortable on your chest.”
She did as he’d asked. The leather was cool on her hot nipples, and as she put her weight lower the sensation in her breasts increased, making them more sensitive and adding to the maelstrom of arousal darting around her body. “It’s okay, Sir.”
“Good. Now twist your head so you can see me in the mirror.”
Again she obeyed.
He was standing directly behind her, still in just his suit trousers. He’d removed his shoes and socks, she wasn’t sure when. He looked so big and powerful, so dark and edgy and full of energy.
A tremor of anxiety went through her.
“Shh…” He smoothed his palm over her naked buttocks. “If you need to stop, you know what to say.”
“Yes, Sir.” She widened her stance. She could do this. She wanted to do this.
Stop by next Saturday to learn just how capable Kane's brother Taylor Ward is with his hands! His story features in Sexy Just Got Rich - A Brit Babes Anthology.
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday! This weeks theme is sexy talk so here's a few from Escape to the Country, my super-steamy anything goes novella!
When the stress of city living takes its toll on Annie and Tim, a dirty weekend in the country visiting sexy friends proves to be just the antidote.
London life is hard going for Annie and Tim, and despite being in love, they’re just not hitting the spot in the bedroom.
So, in an attempt to put the steam back into their relationship, Tim whisks Annie to the Cotswolds to visit Matt and Jane his uber-cool, sexually liberal friends from University.
As the temperature heats to melting point in the chocolate box cottage so does the sex, and Annie, with the help of her hosts, discovers a variety of hidden carnal desires, not just in herself but also Tim.
Who would have thought he’d be into that? Who would have thought ‘that’ would have her buzzing from head to toe?
She smiled up at me, her lips lazy, then wrapped her hands around my elbows and glanced with glazed eyes over my left shoulder.
I followed her line of sight.
“That was so fucking hot, Annie,” Tim said, looming over my back with an expression of crazed lust on his face. “So fucking hot. I nearly came in my pants watching that little show... Jeez.”
Jane giggled and our breasts rubbed together.
“You haven’t changed a bit, Jane,” he said, fiddling with his fly as if it was perfectly normal to have watched me giving oral sex to another woman.
“No, but you have. You’re only into her now, aren’t you? No-one else will do it for you.”
“Yes,” he said, standing behind me and shoving my voluminous skirt over my bare back. “Annie is the one for me, today, tomorrow and every day after that, but...” He looped my knickers over my ankles and let my feet hang over the end of the bed, “I’m not opposed to sharing her with you guys to find out what works best for her delectable little body.” He wrapped his fingers around my hips and pulled me backwards.
“But...” I said as his erection prodded my entrance. “But I thought...”
“Shh,” Jane said, smoothing a hand down my cheek. “Don’t think, just feel. Let us make you feel good, Annie. We all know you faked it in the pool earlier. Let us find out what you really want. After this weekend, you’ll never need to fake it again.”
Friday, 27 March 2015
Guys like Ryker Russo don't notice girls like Jenna Armstrong.
Constantly on the move, Jenna doesn't want to settle down anywhere. As long as her latest motel room has a television, wi-fi, and a vending machine, she will make do. It isn't just Jenna's curves that make her self conscious. Beneath her clothes she hides a secret, one that she is running from.
But when her car breaks down, leaving her without a mode of transport to get to the next town, mechanic Ryker seems to show an interest in her. With his muscles, tattoos, and piercings, Ryker has trouble literally written all over him. Jenna can't understand why he would want to be seen with a fat girl like her, and besides, she needs to keep moving. Time is running out and she's terrified if she stays in one place, her past will catch up to her.
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Ryker turned to her, the laughter fading. She caught the look in his eye and it wasn’t one of humor. She bit her lower lip in mock coyness as his eyes raked up and down her body. He took a step toward her, pushing her back into the wall behind. His movements were rough and urgent, grabbing at her clothes to yank her t-shirt over her head while she fumbled at the button of his jeans. He pressed her body up against the wall with the length of his own, kissing her hard, his fingers laced in her hair. His kisses were hard enough to leave her lips bruised, but she returned his urgency, their tongues meeting and sliding together. The silver ball of his piercing grated against her tongue, sending shivers of desire through her body. She wanted to get her hands on his naked skin, and she needed to do it right now. She couldn’t stand the idea of any clothing separating them.
They broke the kiss just long enough to pull t-shirts over their heads and rid each other of their jeans, Ryker losing his shorts with the denim. He grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head against the wall behind her, while his other hand delved down, into her panties.
Held against the wall like this, helpless and at Ryker’s mercy, she moaned as his fingers slid through her pubic hair and down, between her inner lips. He pushed a finger inside her and then added another, curling his digits inward to find the secret spot on her inner wall that made her whole body throb. She cried out with pleasure. He kissed her neck, and across her shoulder, slipping her bra strap down and exposing one breast. His mouth closed over her nipple with a wet heat, his teeth grating.
Jenna’s breathing became more frantic. Only his hand holding her wrists and his fingers insider her held her up, or her legs would have given out, leaving her in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Her arousal started to build in a tightened coil deep in her belly, building higher and higher as he increased his movements inside her. She tried to tug her hands away, wanting something to grab hold of, but he held her firm. His teeth gently sank into her nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pain directly down between her legs and she unraveled, crying out her pleasure louder than she meant to.
Ryker slipped his fingers from her and used his body to hold her up as she collapsed against him. She panted, her forehead rested on his chest, looking down. His arousal was evident, bobbing up to meet her gaze.
She wanted to repay him.
Jenna dropped to her knees and held his length in her hand, steadying him. Ryker gazed down at her, his lips slack, his eyes hooded with need. He reached out and put his palms flat against the wall, steadying himself.
Jenna parted her lips against the shiny, smooth end of him, inhaling the musky scent that was purely Ryker Russo. She licked the salty drop of his desire and then sank her mouth down over his length.
Ryker gasped above her and she glanced up to see his eyes closed, his lips parted. She swirled her tongue around him and increased her pace and suction. He grew even harder in her mouth and she reached out to gently cup his balls and squeeze.
His eyes flew open, locking her gaze with his. “Fuck, Jenna,” was all he managed before he reached down to drag her back up again and tore her remaining underwear from her body.
“Wait,” she said, forcing herself to be sensible. “We need protection.”
“It’s okay, I’m clean.”
“Yeah, so am I, but that’s not the only thing to worry about.”
“Jenna, if you happened to get pregnant, I would be the happiest guy in the world.”
She kissed him. “You’re crazy. But this isn’t the most stable place I’ve been in my life, so get us some protection.”
He gave a smirk. “Whatever you want.”
He grabbed the condom from his drawer and quickly sheathed himself.
She held her arms out to him and gave him a wicked grin. “Now come here and do me.”
He slammed her hard against the wall, and hooked one of her legs around his hip, opening her up to him. His hard length pressed against her most intimate part and with a forceful thrust, he pushed up inside her, filling her. Jenna cried out, her head falling back against the wall. Ryker’s mouth was on her throat, grazing her skin with his teeth, as he thrust again and again. She gripped her nails into the muscles of his shoulders, her body jerking with every movement, her heel digging into his taut ass. One of his hands grabbed the curve of her bottom, while the other roughly held her breast. She didn’t care that their love-making was rough and brutal. It was as if he was trying to claim her for his own, fuck her into submission.
Jenna’s orgasm powered through her, grasping tight to Ryker as he let out a guttural groan and held himself deep inside her.
They clutched each other, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Ryker dropped a kiss on her shoulder and then pushed her hair away from her face with one hand.
“I fucking love you, Jenna. Don’t ever leave me, okay?”
She pressed her lips together. “I love you, too,” she told him.
But she couldn’t promise she would never leave.
Marissa Farrar has always been in love with being in love. But since she’s been married for multiple years and has three young daughters, she’s conducted her love affairs with multiple gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.
The author of seventeen novels and numerous short stories, she has successfully self-published for the last five years. She predominantly writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but has branched into contemporary fiction as well.
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