The Hunt by Jo Tannah

 

About the Author:
I grew up listening to folk tales my father and nannies told either to entertain us children or to send home a message. These narratives I kept with me and finally, I wrote them down in a journal way back when I kept one. Going through junk led to a long forgotten box and in it was the journal. Reading over the stories of romance, science fiction and horror I had taken time to put to paper, brought to light that these were tales I never met in my readings.
The tales I write are fictional but all of them are based on what I grew up with and still dream about. That they have an M/M twist is simply for my pleasure. And I hope, yours as well.

Pre-order link:

http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2041-3-the-hunt/

Title: The Hunt
Published By: eXtasy Books
Author: Jo Tannah
Series: The Adventures of Marcus Kildud #1
Heat Level: 3 Flames
Categories: Adventure, Gay, GLBT, Horror, Science Fiction, Suspense, Erotica
Blurb:
When the hunter becomes the hunted, the only thing left to do is run.
Lieutenant Marcus Kildud and his men are rangers for hire. They specialize in insertion, extraction, escape, and evasion. He answers an urgent request from the Planet Terrus’ Prelate, the Lord Fulsam, whose son has disappeared and is presumed dead.
Their task is to find the ring the Prelate’s son wore. The promised compensation and bonus offered are enough to make this their team’s final mission.
What they meet in the forest is something none of them have ever encountered before. Marcus now faces the unimaginable. He realizes too late that sometimes, running away may be the only option left to stay alive.
Note: This work has been previously published but has been reworked, re-edited, and expanded.
Excerpt 1:
Marcus gave a signal, and again Bruga led the way. They had only gone a few meters when Bruga stopped once more and looked down. He pointed to a piece of bloodied material next to a broken knife. Next to it was a boot. Marcus moved closer and looked down. He gritted his teeth and looked up to meet Bruga’s gaze.
“What is it?” Franco stepped up beside Marcus. He pulled out an evidence bag from one of his pockets.
“See for yourself,” Marcus said with a grimace. He stepped back and began inspecting the ground around them.
“Ah, fuck,” Franco said, picking up the boot. Marcus didn’t have to look his direction to see what Franco held in his hand. The image had been burned into his brain. The boot still had a severed foot inside it, cut off at what appeared to be the ankle of the unfortunate owner.
Excerpt 2:
“No, sleep isn’t what I had in mind,” Marcus said. He took Malik’s face between his hands and looked deeply into his dark chocolate eyes. Behind the impish grin, he saw the flicker of anticipation. He smiled at the young man’s cheek. How dare Malik? Had he no respect for Marcus’ rank and position? “I do promise to make the wait as enjoyable as I can, Malik.”
Malik’s expression turned sober. “Oh, I hope you will, Marcus. Or else, I will have to suspect that your reputation is purely made up or some exaggerated rumor.”

Marcus laughed with delight at Malik’s wit. “I think you’ll have the opportunity to decide for yourself. Now, come to bed.”

Here’s where you can connect with Jo:

eXtasy Books Author link: http://www.extasybooks.com/jo-tannah/

Snatching Dianna by Seelie Kay

Please join us for an interview with author Seelie Kay and hear about her newest book!

Why do you write romance?

 Because I am fascinated by the games people play to find and secure a lasting relationship, which is not always love. There’s the chase, the courtship, the falling, the surrender. That’s what I try to capture in my stories.

Do you prefer a certain type of romantic hero?

I adore smart, dashing gentlemen who aren’t afraid to live on the edge. They can be a bad boy, a billionaire, a prince, or a secret agent. That hint of danger just hooks me!

Why did you write “Snatching Dianna?”

Actually, for two reasons.  First, when writing the Kinky Briefs series, there were certain couples I fell in love with:  The Sheikh and his American lawyer wife who sue terrorists on behalf of their victims, the police chief (with a preference for handcuffs) and his criminal defense attorney wife who seek to right wrongs, and the covert agent and his law professor wife, who are smart, funny, and incredibly hot! Each of these couples have wonderful relationships and incredible lives. And each and every one of them is dedicated to preserving justice. I wanted their stories to continue. So, I created the Feisty Lawyers series. Second, “Snatching Dianna” deals with a law student who is kidnapped by a slave trafficking cartel. This plot permitted me to focus not only on the continuing problem of slave trafficking, but also on the investigative issues behind finding a missing adult. In this story, there is no evidence and no witnesses. It’s takes a lot of investigative savvy to piece together seemingly unrelated clues. I love complex puzzles and this story lets me go wild!

 Why slave trafficking? That seems like such an uncomfortable subject.

My book ends with this statement:  Experts say that more than 3,000 people around the world are sold, kidnapped, or forced into slavery each day, many of them children. Even in the United States, men, woman, and children are snatched off the streets for the purpose of human slavery. Slave traffickers do not discriminate by race, gender, religion, education, or socio-economic status. Victims of slave trafficking come from all walks of life, as do those who traffic in humans. It is a crime of international proportions and one that requires committed international cooperation.

As a lawyer and a human being, I think it is a topic worth calling attention to.

This book includes three very different couples. Wasn’t it a little hard to keep track?

(laughs) At times. However, each couple is at a different stage in their lives and each took a different journey to find one another. That helps to keep them separate.

Romantic suspense is a new genre for you. You’re most known for your Kinky Briefs series, which are collections of stories about lawyers in love, with a dash of kink. Why the shift from erotic romance?

I have always had a preference for mysteries and thrillers. I enjoy plots that challenge the mind. Plus, I am a big James Bond fan. My characters still enjoy erotic, loving relationships, but now the action focuses on solving a dilemma or crime. Instead of “metaphorical guns,” these  characters wield real ones. (Wink!)

How does your former profession as a lawyer impact your writing?

After 30 years, the law and the legal world are so firmly embedded in my brain that I can’t flush them out. That has become the lens through which I view the world and that naturally guides my characters and plots. Little peculiarities that I have witnessed in lawyers and the law always work their way into my stories.

Any plans to write outside the romance genre completely?

Actually, I ghostwrite non-fiction for other professionals—doctors, lawyers, financial gurus—so I dip my toes into a lot of different genres. However, I have been itching to write a book about a relative who founded a religious cult. I researched it for years and found a lot of information that had been buried. I have a pile of paper a foot high. Someday, I need to go through it carefully and start writing. I have the interest, just not the time.

The cover of the book clearly says “Snatching Dianna” is part one in the Feisty Lawyers Series. How many more books can we look forward to?

At this point, I’m not sure. In each book, I introduce new characters with compelling stories, so it is difficult to predict how and when their stories will be brought to a satisfactory conclusion.  However, the second book, “Infamy,” is in the queue, and I have a good start on the third, “Cult.” There should be at least one more after that.

Blurb for “Snatching Dianna”

The hours are counting down as investigators try to prove that Dianna Murphy has been snatched. Unfortunately, without witnesses and solid evidence, all the police really know is that she is missing.

 

When suburban Milwaukee law student Dianna Murphy fails to connect with her roommate, there is no real evidence that she has been snatched. Until Law Professor Janet MacLachlan, a former covert agent, discovers a single clue, one that points to a taking by a slave trafficking cartel. In a race against time, Janet recruits her husband, secret agent Cade Matthews, small-town Police Chief David Manders and his wife, criminal defense attorney Julianna Constant, and other law students to uncover the truth. Can they prove she has been taken, before Dianna disappears without a trace?

 

Romantic Suspense (Three Flames)

 

Excerpt:

After what seemed like hours in the sweltering van, it lurched to a stop.

Dianna heard a man bark orders. A door to the van opened and someone pulled the rope from her feet, then removed her hood. She took a deep breath.  A man grabbed her by the arm, forced to her feet, and pulled from the van. Dianna stumbled when she hit the ground. The stones were hot and her feet were covered by athletic socks, no shoes. Show no weakness.

 

Dianna immediately surveyed her surroundings. It was still night, but she was in a well-lit courtyard. A large stone mansion stood in front of her. She looked to her right, then her left. The courtyard was enclosed by a large stone fence, at least eight feet high. A fortress. Fortunately, Dianna was a rock-climber. She could rappel over the fence with the right equipment. All she would need was something to serve as a pick, maybe a rope. A knife, a screwdriver, even a fork. Keep your eyes and ears open. Be ready.

 

A large black man, dressed in a white suit and a maroon turban, walked out of the front door and down the stairs. He stopped and flashed a malevolent smile. He flung his arms wide and in a cultured baritone boomed, “Welcome to paradise, ladies. I hope you enjoy your stay.”

 

Some of the guards laughed.

 

“Crikey,” Tillie muttered. “Sounds like a blasted genie.”

 

Dianna glanced sideways and for the first time, got a look at her new friend. She was tall and thin, her body well defined. She looked strong and aware, almost fierce. Her eyes seemed to be studying the place, taking everything in. She showed no fear. Instead, she seemed interested. Something was off. Tillie did not act like a victim as the others did. She was not cowed. Was she a cop? Or like Dianna, someone who would not permit themselves to be broken?

 

There was only one thing of which Dianna was certain. She had found a friend. A useful one.

 

 

Buy Links:

 

Publisher:  http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2263-9-snatching-diana/

 

Amazon:  Coming soon

 

Barnes and Noble:  Coming soon

 

 

About Seelie Kay:

 

Seelie Kay is a nom de plume for a writer, editor, and author with more than 30 years of experience in law, journalism, marketing, and public relations. When she writes about love and lust in the legal world, something kinky is bound to happen!  In possession of a wicked pen and an overly inquisitive mind, Ms. Kay is the author of multiple works of fiction, including the Kinky Briefs series, The Garage Dweller, A Touchdown to Remember, and The President’s Wife. 

 

When not spinning her kinky tales, Ms. Kay ghostwrites nonfiction for lawyers and other professionals. She resides in a bucolic exurb outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin, where she shares a home with her son and enjoys opera, gourmet cooking, organic gardening, and an occasional bottle of red wine.

 

Ms. Kay is an MS warrior and ruthlessly battles the disease on a daily basis. Her message to those diagnosed with MS:  Never give up. You define MS, it does not define you!

 

Author links:

 

www.seeliekay.com

www.seeliekay.blogspot.com

Twitter: @SeelieKay https://twitter.com/SeelieKay

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/seelie.kay.77

Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Seelie-Kay/e/B074RDRWNZ/

 

Prior Books:

 

http://www.extasybooks.com/kinky-briefs/

http://www.extasybooks.com/kinky-briefs-too/

http://www.extasybooks.com/kinky-briefs-thrice/

http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-1734-5-kinky-briefs-quatro/

http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-2023-9-kinky-briefs-cinque/

http://www.extasybooks.com/the-garage-dweller/

http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-1504-4-a-touchdown-to-remember/

http://www.extasybooks.com/978-1-4874-1795-6-the-presidents-wife/

 

Coming soon:

 

Infamy (Part Two, Feisty Lawyers):  TBD

Cult (Part Three, Feisty Lawyers): TBD

Chasing Hope (Divorce Divas anthology): January 2019

The President’s Daughter (Stocking Stuffer): December 2018

 

 

 

Rebound ~ Love and Balance

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“This is a powerful and marvelously told story. I never saw the first version, so I have no idea what was missing from Claire’s story/experience, but whatever it was, this full-on revision will knock readers’ socks off. Kudos to you for reaching deep and putting it on the page. Very real and moving.”

**This book was previously published. It has been re-edited, re-formatted, and re-released.**

An award-winning choreographer faces her biggest heartbreak when she’s teamed up to coach with her former lover at a gymnastics camp for Olympic hopefuls.

Claire LeMay is at the top of her game—she’s head coach for a top gymnastics facility in Winnipeg, Manitoba with her gymnasts winning awards for her outstanding choreography. Now her biggest challenge is to coach alongside the man she’s avoided for three years after rejecting his offer of coaching under his command at his club in Ottawa, Ontario.

After sinking every penny of his inheritance into his state-of-the-art gymnastics facility, Justin Black has achieved his dream. But even with hundreds of members and well-trained coaches, when Claire’s presence invades his space, he realizes she’s the one thing that’s missing. Clueless about why she didn’t accept his earlier job offer, he is determined to discover why she turned him down.

Will they be a rebound romance, destined to repeat the same old routine, or can they choreograph a new one?

EXCERPT:

“Nice, eh?” Shelley said. “Want to check out the second floor?”

Tamping down on the rising emotion, Claire nodded and turned, following Shelley up the stairs. At the top, they walked straight into a viewing area equipped with enough chairs to seat an army and a bunch of toys in one corner. A small canteen filled the opposite corner, complete with vending machines.

She stroked her chin thoughtfully and smiled. Justin knew the parents and other family members of gymnasts had a place in the gym, and he wanted them comfortable, albeit from a distance. She’d heard he trained his own coaches and made sure they received coaching certification. If the rumor held true, his club had upwards of a thousand members, from preschool to elite.

Tears pricked her eyes. And he did it all without me.

The murmur of voices drew her attention to the left, and she walked down a small hallway with a boardroom and a door marked Dance Studio off of it. Claire blinked her tears away and swallowed the lump in her throat.

I’ve got to pull it together. She moved toward the boardroom, where the coaches were gathering. Some of the coaches were here to observe, like Shelly, while the rest coached the attending athletes. Since almost everyone knew each other, they took turns shaking hands and giving hugs. Everyone greeted her with hearty hellos, and she turned to greet another coach only to find herself face to face with Justin.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze on the spot. With a roomful of eyes on her, she did the only sensible thing she could think of—she hugged him.

His surprise registered in the way his body tensed, but to save face, he brought his arms around her and gave her a manly slap on the back that made her cough. “Good to see you,” he said.

“Likewise,” she murmured. “Shall we begin?”

EXCERPT #2:

Justin leaned up against a wall, arms crossed over his chest, and watched as Claire led the girls in a warm up. Compassion filled his heart for her. She gave a hundred percent effort into everything she did. Anger flickered in his gut. Why hadn’t she given their relationship just as much effort?

He continued to watch as Claire instructed the girls on a series of still exercises designed to work on their posture, poking and prodding them into position. Then she made them perform successions of leaps across the floor.

He gave an imperceptible shake of his head. None of the gymnasts leaping across the length of the floor had half the grace Claire possessed, nor did they have her presence. A mere five feet one inches tall, when she stood with that impeccable posture and spoke in her clear voice, she could be mistaken for a giant. Too bad she hadn’t been given her chance to shine.

Heat flared in his loins as he watched her perform a leap to demonstrate. Jesus. Fuckin’ perfect. Disgusted with his body’s traitorous response to her, he distanced himself by heading upstairs again.

He snagged a bottle of water from the refrigerator in the canteen and, unable to resist, looked down from the upper level window as Claire led the gymnasts through a short choreographed routine to a pop song. He knew they’d add to it each day, and at the end of the week, the girls would perform it for the coaches. Since the girls had come from all over the country, it provided a good way for them to get to know one another while they did something fun.

He chuckled as they tried to copy Claire’s movements. With the patience of a saint, she went over the steps again and again, watching them intently, giving instruction on arm placement and hip movements. Watching her dance had always captivated him, and it did so now. She had the amazing ability to observe a routine and then perform it near-perfectly.

The grace she possessed spilled into other areas of her life, too. He recalled how she’d accepted defeat that day at the Canada Olympic Trials, never shedding a tear, or swearing, or calling the other girls down as some gymnasts did when they lost. She had made a mistake and accepted it stoically.

The dancing stopped, and the lack of movement on the floor brought Justin back to the moment. Claire stared up at him. He nodded and smiled at her. She tucked a non-existent stray lock of hair back behind her ear and grinned shyly in return. Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lips together.

His heart thudded in his chest. Ah, shit.

He knew right then he hadn’t succeeded one whit in putting behind him what they had shared. In the past, ignoring her had worked, at least somewhat, because he’d known that once the meet was over, they’d both return to their home provinces. Now that they were working alongside each other they’d be expected to field questions and converse with each other, not to mention everyone else. Time to let bygones be bygones.

How the hell do I do that? So much remained unsaid between them, and he didn’t know where to start—anger at her for walking out on him, anger she hadn’t shared his dream. And if he were honest—pissed at himself for letting things get so far off course.

Staring at her now, his heart pounded hard, like a gymnast sprinting down the vault runway. He heaved a sigh. Could he be man enough to call a truce? Would she believe his intentions were sincere? She had no reason to, and he didn’t blame her, but he’d never be able to move on if he didn’t try.

She gave him another half-smile, her blue eyes shining up at him.

He scrubbed a hand over his face and turned away, expelling the air from his lungs.

She’d be here in his personal space for a week. He wouldn’t be able to ignore her this time, and he knew it. So much for not examining my emotions.

Pondering goodwill gestures, he turned and jogged down the stairs to the gym.

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Neptune’s Passion by Cameron Allie

Author Cameron Allie has a special promotion this summer! Check out the post!

 

Summer Promotional Event — Get a FREE copy of Neptune’s Passion

 

Buy a novel and get a FREE short story!

For the months of July and August if you purchase one of the novels in the Unexpected Changes series (My Mistletoe Master, Not His Type, The Perfect Fix, or Somewhere to Belong) directly from the publisher (EXtasy Books) and send me proof of purchase, I’ll send you a FREE copy of Neptune’s Passion.

  1. Purchase either My Mistletoe MasterNot His TypeThe Perfect Fix, or Somewhere to Belong directly from EXtasy Books.
  2. Send proof of purchase to cameron@cameronallie.com.
  3. I’ll send you a FREE copy of Neptune’s Passion, a fun summer read!

Neptune’s Passion

Hot Greek male looking for roommate for tropical vacation. Must be female. Must be sexy brunette, with a passion for reading. Must be Natalie Donovan.

When Griff asked her whether, to cut costs, she’d like to room with him at their friends’ wedding, Natalie should have said no. But now as they sip margaritas on a white sand beach, Natalie finds flirting with her long time crush a little too easy. And finds sleeping next to him, night after night, to be too much temptation.

 Excerpt:

A few chapters further, Natalie got interrupted when water was dripped onto her legs. Frowning she glanced up and found Griff looming over her. With his Greek ancestry, dark features, and sharp blue gaze he resembled the Roman God Neptune. In the fading daylight, water glistened on his body. The only missing pieces: the big beard, and the trident.

“If you want to keep your book safe I recommend you put it away.”

Confused she asked, “Why?”

She shrieked, when without warning Griff squatted down, placed one hand under her bent legs, the other behind her back, and lifted her into his arms. Natalie struggled to get away from his cold, wet body. “Put me down.”

In the pool, their friends laughed and cheered him on.

“You’re going in the water. You can do it alone or with the book.”

“Fine.” She huffed. “Put me down, though.”

He did as she asked, but suggested, “You might want to lose the cover-up too.”

Natalie growled her displeasure over that, but set her book on the chair and dropped her white beach cover-up over top of it. She went a step further and put her glasses on the table. If she was reading the situation correctly, it would be safer if she left them behind. She stared up at a now slightly fuzzy Griff. “Better?”

His gaze ate her up, and with deep male appreciation he replied, “Much.”

Feeling playful, Natalie crossed her arms under her breasts. “I’m not going in the pool.”

He grinned. “Oh, yes you are.”

Deciding she wouldn’t make it easy, Natalie deked around him and darted away. She wasn’t nearly fast enough. She hadn’t even made it passed the end of the pool before he caught her around the waist. Hoisting her up once more, Griff stood at the deep end of the pool. “In you go.”

She squealed in protest as he stepped off the ledge, dropping them both into the water.

 

https://www.cameronallie.com/2018/07/summer-promotional-event-get-free-copy-neptunes-passion/

Begging for More

Begging For More – eXtasy Books

Summer is the perfect season to play.

Samantha Merry is excited her best friend, Jules Foley, will be joining her for a few days out at the country home her Dom, Davis, purchased for her. They’ve turned their country paradise into a playtime heaven for them and their friends, and Samantha has missed Jules something fierce. A little play time is first on the agenda, and she hopes to figure out a way to make Jules a permanent part of her relationship with Davis.

Davis Cathal never imagined himself in love with two women. When he arrives at the country home to find Samantha indulging in playtime with Jules, he quickly plans a scene for the three of them. Jules has chemistry with both him and Samantha. And as an added bonus—she’s a great sub. Unable to avoid the conversation with Samantha, he attempts to find the perfect way to talk to the love of his life about adding Jules as their third.

Will Samantha and Davis be able to communicate their desires, or will they be left begging for more?

 

EXCERPT:

Jules planted another kiss on Samantha’s lips. “I’m here for a few more days. I’d love to see what you’ve done with the place, especially the dungeon.”

They broke apart to swim up to the dock. A deep voice made Samantha’s heart skip a beat.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

She looked up to see Davis kneeling at the dock’s edge, the sun glinting off his blond brush cut, making it look as though he had sparkles in his hair. A length of rope dangled from one hand. “Sir!” she exclaimed, excited to see him. “I didn’t hear you.”

His green eyes twinkled at her, and he nodded at Jules. “I’m not surprised you didn’t hear me, with all the fun you’re having.”

He extended a hand, and she took it. He hauled her out of the water, then assisted Jules in the same manner. Once both women were out of the water, Davis held up her collar.

Samantha bowed her head. “I only took it off so I wouldn’t get it wet.”

He lifted her chin with thumb and forefinger. “I know. You love this and never take it off if you don’t have to.”

Samantha beamed up at him and waited while he dried her off with a towel he’d brought, then secured the collar around her neck again.

Beside her, Jules sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t comment on your collar earlier. It’s beautiful and suits you perfectly.” Another sigh escaped. “I want what you two have.”

Samantha blinked in surprise at her best friend. How could she think she didn’t share in their love? “Do you mean that you want a Dom of your own?” She took the towel from Davis and dried off Jules.

Jules’ cheeks colored, and she looked away. “Yeah… I suppose.” She made a wide sweeping gesture with her arms. “I mean, the parties you have, the play time you freely share with those you care about is…magical. I haven’t found this type of loving openness with anyone else.”

Samantha slung an arm over her shoulders, opened her mouth to speak, but didn’t know what to say, or rather how to best say it. She loved her friend. They enjoyed sex on occasion. She needed to discuss her feelings with Davis first.

Davis cleared his throat to get their attention. She turned her attention to him and saw that he was twirling the rope in his hand. Whatever idea he might have in mind, it made her cunt pulse. “Yes, Sir? How may we be of service to you?”

She heard Jules sigh in acquiescence beside her and knew in her heart that after whatever Davis had planned, she needed to talk to him.

Begging for More – eXtasy Books

 

Menagerie a Trois!

 

When Kat gets a new kitty, she asks the vet to play.

Dubbed the Kat Lady by her roommate, Kat Munroe admits to an ulterior motive for rescuing strays—a chance to visit the cute Dr. Evan Cole at the vet clinic. He makes her heart purr as much as her kittens do. Determined to ask him out before he thinks she’s some crazy cat woman, Kat works up her courage for the next visit.

Evan Cole doesn’t see many females other than the animal variety at his veterinary clinic. Always a believer that the right woman will walk into his life someday, he made everything else—vet school, his career—a priority over searching for love. But from the day Kat Munroe walks through the door with a stray feline rescue, his heart beats to see her again. His dilemma—how to create the perfect romantic date when you’re clueless about dating?

When they finally go on a date, disaster strikes at every turn. Will they be able to handle the menagerie? Or will they decide that more isn’t merrier?

EXCERPT:

The heat from his gaze erupted a solar flare in her gut. Every part of her body tingled. Unsure how she should be feeling, skepticism laced her words when she spoke. “You’ve seriously thought about me?”

“All the damn time.” He sighed. “Kat—I’m not good with women. I make work my life and hope someone will come into it. When you kept bringing animals in to see me, I hoped maybe you were making an excuse to see me.”

She sniffed. “I was. Pathetic, I know.”

He shrugged. “No more pathetic than I was, checking my schedule daily to see if you’d be showing up.”

The corner of her mouth curled up in a half grin. “What a pair we are.”

He nodded. “Indeed. I still want to take you for dinner if you’ll go with me. I know it wasn’t nice to ask such blunt questions, but I wanted a chance to get to know you. If you were already in a relationship of some sort, then I needed to know.”

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Well, that makes sense and you deserve to know what you’re getting into.” She played with the lapels on his sport coat. “This entire thing is not off to a conventional start. I suppose now that we have a ton of awkwardness out of the way, and you just heard most of my sexual history, and I know how wonderful you are with women—which actually isn’t much now that I think about it considering the way you started the conversation—we could get a bite to eat and see how much more awkward things become. If neither of us die from mortification, we might be able to make a go of this.”

“Sounds delightful.” He tucked her hand into the crook of his arm. “I cordially invite you to the most awkward date in the history of dates. And may I say—I like how flustered you get and when it happens you let every thought flow out. In the spirit of awkwardness, it’s refreshing to talk to a woman who doesn’t hold back or want me to guess. One of the reasons I don’t bother a lot with women is the stress of a woman who refuses to communicate honestly.”

“Well, then,” she said and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “I shall endeavor not to disappoint. Ask highly inappropriate questions, and I’ll do my best to answer with as much bluntness as you deserve.”

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Vows, Sex, and Other Ways to Celebrate Love

NOW AVAILABLE FOR PREORDER at eXtasy Books!

Love, laughter, and sex—the best ways to celebrate life.

The Harder’s don’t need monkeys, vegetables, chocolate, or sex toys to bend a few kinks into their well-laid party plans.  When the couple of the hour is a no-show, the siblings worry that their good intentions will have been for naught. Count on good old mom and dad to add a few surprises of their own, mixing a cocktail of love and laughter that no one will soon forget. Get ready to celebrate love, Harder style.

The fifth and final book in the series is here! Each chapter features the couples from each of the previous books in the series so we can see what they’ve been up to. Then we get a glimpse of dear old mom and dad who have been in the background until now. The entire family takes centre stage in the final curtain call for The Harders!

Preorder link coming soon! Will be available at eXtasy Books November 10th! Right now, you can order the first book free in the series to start off the comedy journey! Click on the link above.

~Kellie

April Swings by Adriana Kraft

April Swings

Meghan’s Playhouse, Book 3

Blurb

Ménage? Polyamory? A man sandwich? Sex in public places? Be careful what you ask for.

April Day deeply loves her husband, Derek, but something’s missing. To heat things up, she books them on a Caribbean cruise for their seventh anniversary. She’s not sure what she’s looking for, but she knows she’s found it as soon as she spots the delectable sprite of an actress who stars in the ship’s daily shows.

Meghan Keenan’s having a blast with her latest squeeze, Clark Hendricks, who writes and directs the shipboard main shows. Should she turn down April’s request to heat up her marriage? And if she accepts, where will Clark fit in?

Derek is stunned by his wife’s brash pursuit of the hot young actress. Must he match her boldness to keep her from leaving him?

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“There she is,” April Day whispered to her husband as they shared a late breakfast in the fourth deck restaurant of the cruise ship. “There’s that vivacious girl who does everything in the floor show.”

“You’re infatuated with her,” Derek grumbled. “You’ve been mooning over her for the past two days. Do you even know her name?”

“Meg something, I think.” April thrust out her chin. “Names don’t matter much for what I have in mind.” April inhaled, letting her gaze take in the petite auburn-haired actress. “She’s a woman’s woman. That’s what matters.”

“How do you know that? She’s having breakfast with the guy who directs the show.” Derek chuckled. “She looks like a man’s woman to me.”

Shrugging, April faced her husband. “So, I’m a man’s woman, too. Maybe she’s bi.”

“How can you be so certain?” Derek’s features remained stolid.

“A woman knows.” April sipped her orange juice.

About the Series

What’s your favorite erotic fantasy? Does it include

ménage – maybe a man sandwich, or making love with a woman and a man at the same time? Have you ever kissed a girl?

We started writing our Meghan’s Playhouse series to deliver some of our favorite fantasies for our readers. When we began book 1, we simply planned to write an erotic romp. We knew we wanted a young “sprite,” a bisexual

woman full of energy and inventiveness, as the star in our story. We thought of her as a modern-day Aphrodite, bringing other couples together through sharing sex with both partners.

In the beginning, we didn’t give too much thought to her motivation, or to that of the other major players. Characters have a way of taking over, though, and Meg wasn’t satisfied with just being a piece of fluff having hot sex scenes. Each book in the series is its own love story, stirring up emotions even Meg wasn’t prepared for.

The original five-book series was first rele

ased in 2009 by a different e-publisher. It’s been unavailable for over four years, and we’re thrilled Extasy Books has contracted to re-release it, completely revised and re-edited. In the meantime, Meg insisted

we write one more adventure, coming this December.

About the Author

Winner of the 2014 Bisexual Book Award for erotic fiction, author Adriana Kraft is a husband wife team writing Sizzling Romantic Suspense and Erotic Romance for Two, Three, or More.

Readers can count on our Romantic Suspense line for gutsy characters, hot sex, and breathtaking intimacy as our hero and heroine battle outer threats and inner demons to stay alive and fall in love.

We write our Erotic Romance stories to entertain, of course, but most of all we write them because we believe in happy endings for all who fall in love, whatever their gender, sexual orientation or numerical combination. Here you’ll find multiple partners, three-way, four-way and more, swing lifestyle, lesbian, bisexual, ménage and polyamory, in both contemporary and paranormal settings.

Together we have published more than forty romance novels and novellas to outstanding reviews. We love hearing from readers at adrianakraft99@yahoo.com.

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Time to Tumble with A.B. Thomas!

Me: Today I welcome A.B Thomas to the gym! Before we get started, we have to stretch first to prevent injury. Why don’t you share your favourite stretch with us?

A.B.: Well, Coach Kellie, my favourite stretch is the “one fingered tippy toed swan”. I learned this one last year when my son surpassed my 5’5” height and decided for good measure to be 6’.  He figures what he needs should be at a height that requires as little action on his part, so to that end, he puts things he does not use up on the highest shelf out of his way. He doesn’t drink coffee, but I do.  Guess where the bugger puts the coffee? So the stretch goes like this: you go on your tippy toes and stretch your arm up to where only the point of your middle finger grazes the bottom of the coffee can. You then flick your finger against the bottom of the coffee can, slowly moving it the can closer to the edge of the shelf. There is the added bonus of a secondary stretch. It seems to cause an instinctual jutting out of the tongue, for balance purposes, I suppose, but it does help tone the tongue muscles for later when you, for the millionth time, explain that you do not have gorilla arms.

Me: Haha! It sounds like your son knows how to get you to secretly work out. Ok, time to let out your inner gymnast – if you could, what is the one gymnastics trick you’ve always wanted to learn?

A.B.: The cartwheel.  I have mastered the sommersault, thanks to the many long staircases I have encountered in my life and the perchance to trip over my own feet.  I think it would save the doctors so much time at the emergency explaining about the dangers of concussions if I simply cartwheeled down the stairs rather than went head over heels.

Me: Sounds like your rolling technique has saved you a bunch of times! Is there a piece of equipment you’d like to start with? And may I remind you that playing in the foam pit is always reserved until the end of class.

A.B.: I think I would like the springboard, I’ve always wanted to be able to say that I have a little hop in my step.

Me: Good choice! Have you ever performed gymnastics before? As a kid what kinds of sports did you participate in?

A.B.: I was advised not to participate in gymnastics when I was a child by the phys ed teacher. He said that there was a vote taken and I was elected to be the target for dodgeball practice. As a kid I did sort of play soccer, and I sort of played baseball.  I say sort of because according to my folks, I was easily distracted and often went in the direction of what had caught  my eye rather than where the rest of my team was.

Me: Good old dodgeball! Not one of my favorites. In gymnastics we have to keep in top physical condition, and writing is such a sedentary job. What do you do to keep in shape when you’re not typing out your next story?

A.B.: I walk a lot, mostly into walls – which isn’t my fault. When will those walls learn that I am the top of the food chain, therefore they should fear me, not the other way around.

Me: Haha… And with your rolling skills, I’d say you’ve got it made. Let’s move onto the balance beam, shall we?

A.B.: *stares blankly at me*

Me: You’ll be okay. I’ll hold your hand like I do for my preschoolers. Now, let’s take your mind off of how high this is and tell me when you decided to write to be published.

A.B.: It was about four years ago.  I had gone from blogging and writing poetry to writing articles and cartooning for an online magazine. I concentrated primarily on social issues. It was mentally exhausting to me, always looking at how the world was. I decided that I could either be miserable examining the lacks or I could create worlds where not only could I identify the ills of the world, but do something about it.

Me: Sometimes we need a break from the real world. *helps A.B. hop down from the beam* Woul you care to take a swing on the bars?

A.B.: Oh, sure, though I have to say that I have had plenty of practice taking swings at the bar.

Me: Different kind of bar… *both walk over to apparatus, and A.B. jumps to take a swing* To be good at gymnastics it takes perseverance and determination not unlike that of being a writer. Tell me how you get through those times when you feel like giving up.

A.B.: When I feel like tossing in the towel, I think of the kids. What type of role model would I be if I quit? Someone might say, “so what if you quit, it’s just a story, it doesn’t make a difference to anything”. It does make a difference, not an earth shattering one, but anytime you decide something is too hard, it makes it that much easier to decide something is too hard the next time. Failure isn’t as bad as some people try to make it seem, failure means that something didn’t work in one way so now you have to think of a different way. Giving up doesn’t let you consider other options.

Me: I love that philosophy. I find that often I’m afraid of succeeding rather than failing. It matters that we don’t give up no on things that are important to us. *watches A.B. swing* You’re dong great! Don’t forget to regrip on the backswing.

A.B.: Huh?

Me: Let go now and land on your feet. Very good. How about I teach you that cartwheel now? Or would you like to show me a roll?

A.B.: Whew, I could definitely go for a roll…so where’s the hay? Oh, not that kind of roll. A cinnamon roll would be out of the question too, wouldn’t it? I’m game for any kind of roll that doesn’t involve a flight of stairs.

Me: How about we take a break and you can tell us about your newest book release?

A.B.: Gladly! The latest book is called “Shirtazia”. The hobgoblin, Shirtazia, is living a peaceful life among mortals when her instinct to reproduce surfaces with murderous results. Bounty hunter for the gods Jared Club is sent to investigate and stop the hobgoblin before folklore becomes fact. The only problem is that hobgoblins can change their appearance so the hunter has no idea who he is looking for. Can he stop the hobgoblin before she kills again or will he become one of her victims?

Me: Sounds interesting!

A.B.: Here’s a little snippet:

Rolanda watched from behind the computer register table as the man in the grey duster and greyish fedora crossed the street. What a strange person, she thought to herself, pleasant and quite knowledgeable, but strange.

“Who was that?”

Rolanda jumped at the sound of the voice behind her. She turned to see Shay-Lynn standing in the doorway of the back room.

“Oh, Shay-Lynn, you startled me!” she said with a nervous laugh, “I didn’t realise you were here already.”

Shay-Lynn took several steps toward the woman, repeating her query. Rolanda explained the man had simply asked questions about herbs around the shop and what their uses could be for. For her part, she supplied vague clues of the witchcraft potential of the herbs, which, she opined, the man didn’t seem surprised to hear. It wouldn’t have come as a surprise, Rolanda added, if the man knew more about some of the plants, particularly the ones not locally grown than she did herself.

Shay-Lynn attempted to pick up images from the other’s mind through their connected auras without success. Dark thoughts began to fill Shay-Lynn. Could the sister of her sweet Brenda be capable of blocking her, from letting her see what she wanted to know? Did Rolanda know something or have a seed of doubt about Shay-Lynn planted ready to sprout by that man? The man certainly was not a random window shopper, he had come to the shop with something in mind. It could not be a coincidence that for over five minutes the two of them stood chatting beside the four very bags of herbs that she used in the hamlet’s watershed, or as she preferred to call it, stupor soup. The hobgoblin cursed the heavy curtain that muffled the conversation between the two. She needed to know what was said, specifically what the man or whatever he was, had said.

The man, Shay-Lynn’s mind continued to replay his image repeatedly, wasn’t human. She knew that he wasn’t. When she first came through the back door of the shop and heard Rolanda speaking with someone out front she had increased her shimmering six-fold, so quick that even she had not been able to see her reflection in the mirror by the big wash basin, yet she saw as she was peeking out that he had seen her. She then tried to trickle some of his aural energy, but it had not just been blocked but repelled. A human wasn’t capable of that. Whatever he was, he could prove to be a threat to her search for a cure for her condition.

Shay-Lynn’s brows furrowed, her lips puffed out. Rolanda asked what was wrong.

Shay-Lynn decided that she couldn’t chance any information the man may have said giving Rolanda a curiosity of those plants, she was sure that the mixture would not show up on any internet search. However, if Rolanda decided to experiment with the herbs, and survived, it could expose Shay-Lynn for what she was. Shay-Lynn knew of only one other option to free Rolanda of any resistance to her questions. Swooning. She was sure that Brenda would not be too upset if she ever found out that Shay-Lynn had to seduce her lover’s sister but it was a matter of survival for the both of them. What would Rolanda do if she found out that Shay-Lynn was a hobgoblin? What would Rolanda do if she figured out that Shay-Lynn was not the daughter of a childhood playmate, but the same person? What would Rolanda do if she uncovered that Brenda and Shay-Lynn have been lovers all these years? Who would she tell? What would happen to not only Shay-Lynn but to Brenda?

Shay-Lynn was sure that Brenda would understand the necessity of the action. The problem was how to get Rolanda to let her guard down enough that Shay-Lynn could get intimate with her. The woman was infuriatingly in love with her husband.  She had tried to drop subtle hints to the woman of re-exploring the experiments of her youth but they had fallen on deaf ears. There was no time to lead Rolanda into an agreeable mood. Soon, Ted Kopek would be back from the loam deposit with a load of pots ready for seedlings.  Once reunited with her love, any such thoughts would be lost. It would mean that the opportunity would be lost until the next day and by then, it may be too late. How was she going to swoon the woman in such little time? Shay-Lynn shifted her weight from one side to one side. There was a dull thunk as her carry-all hit the edge of the table.

The jar! Shay-Lynn had not found an opportunity to use her experiment yet. The trap-liners had been in town for the past couple of days and they required no prodding to stir their appetite for what she offered as dinner. She reached into her carry-all, feeling for the baby jar that she had quarter-filled with the breast pump and broke the tight seal. She unscrewed the cap and with her thumb, pushed the lid off before she brought the jar out of the bag, setting it idly on the table. Rolanda looked at the jar curiously.

Shay-Lynn’s demeanour changed. The seriousness had given way to a shy smile.

“It’s just that he looked scary,” the teen said. “I thought maybe he was going to hurt you.”

Shay-Lynn took Rolanda’s hands into her own.

“I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I like you, Mrs. Kopek. I like you a lot.”

“I like you too, Shay-Lynn, but you shouldn’t worry too much about an old Betty like me,” the woman said kindly as she patted the top of the woman’s hand. “I do know how to take care of myself.”

Shay-Lynn blushed and turned her head.

“I know, but still…” Shay-Lynn slipped her hand from the woman’s and began to play with the collar of Rolanda’s blouse, “I still have to, you know, try…” She was watching the other woman’s eyes intently for signs of dilation. The woman was fluttering her eyes often, trying to focus, and it made Shay-Lynn smile. Shay-Lynn moved her hand from her collar to the top button of her blouse.

Me: I’m sure readers can’t wait to read more! You know, Gymnastics was my first passion, and then I found writing. What are your passions other than writing?

A.B.: I love designing things and then building them.  There is nothing like seeing something to completion. I also love just walking around, being utterly lost to the clouds and trees.

Me: Sounds peaceful. What is one thing you’ve always wanted to do in life but haven’t yet?

A.B.: I’ve always wanted to write a screenplay and see how someone else interprets what I see in my head.

Me: I wish you all the best with your endeavors!

A.B.: Thank you for having me! And please visit with me at all the other places I hang out:

http://www.extasybooks.com/a-b-thomas/

https://anthonybthomas.blogspot.ca

https://abthomasblog.wordpress.com/author/anthonybthomas/

Twitter: @ABThomas69

Facebook:ABThomasAB

 

The Master of Surprise

AVAILABLE JULY 16TH!

 

When it comes to being a Dom, he is the Master of surprises.

After the Christmas retreat in their custom-made dungeon at their home, Dom Davis Cathal and his sub, Samantha Merry, decide to take a summer vacation away for a change of scenery. Finding a place that suits their needs and packing the necessary play items for two weeks is a challenge–one they relish in. When a work emergency causes Davis to stay behind an extra day, he instructs Samantha to go alone to set up the place for their play time.

Samantha arrives to find the cottage destination less than ideal. Determined to make the best of it, she goes about the task of preparing for playtime with her Dom. When one too many things go wrong, she is unable to hide her disappointment. Count on Davis to take control and show his sub that with a little discipline, any place is perfect for play and that sometimes disappointments bring about the best surprises.

EXCERPT:

He frowned. When she didn’t answer using the word ‘Sir’, he knew she wasn’t in the mood for playtime. As part of their agreement, they didn’t play the part of Dom/sub twenty-four seven, although as the years went on, she referred to him as ‘Sir’ on a regular basis.

“You don’t seem okay,” he remarked. “Didn’t you enjoy the session out by the lake?”

A frustrated sigh escaped her this time. She rolled over to face him and then sat up. “Yes, I did. Very much.” Anger sparked in her eyes, and he remained quiet to let her get it out. “What I haven’t enjoyed is coming here to see the place in ruins and nothing like it showed when we booked it. I didn’t enjoy having the hot water tap falling off, threatening to flood the house when all I wanted to do was sit in the bath and process. I wanted this vacation to be special. I wanted everything to be the way I thought it would be.”

Davis opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand to stop him. “No,” she continued. “I want to be mad. I have a right to be mad. I have a right to my feelings. This place isn’t what I thought it would be. And I want to go home.”

He shrugged, swallowing hard to hide the giddy feeling welling up inside. He couldn’t keep the surprise from her any longer.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “What? This isn’t funny.”

“I didn’t say it was funny.” He shook his head. “I’m supporting you being mad.”

“By laughing at me?”

“Samantha.” His voice took on a stern tone. “I’m not laughing at you either.”

She rolled her eyes and heaved a sigh. “I don’t mean to pout. It’s just this,” she gestured around, “isn’t what I signed up for.”

“You mean having the man you love most at your side, helping you through the mishaps of life?”

She glared at him and spoke through clenched teeth. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. I also know how attached we can become to an idea, and it bites when reality is different.” He tapped her nose with a fingertip. “Sometimes life is just that way.”

“I know,” she grumbled. “I just want to be grumpy about it for a bit, okay?”

Davis leaned over to check the time on his watch that sat on the bedside table. “How long do you think that will take?”

She cracked a smile for the first time since the bathroom incident. “I don’t know. Stop trying to make me laugh.”

He placed his hand over his heart. “I’m not trying to do anything.” He pushed her onto her back and loomed over top of her. “I just want to know how long I should wait before I eat your pussy.”

Surprise registered on her face. “Oh. Well.” She pretended to consider. “I suppose I’m done.”

“Are you sure?” He scrunched his eyebrows in concern. “I don’t want to interrupt your grump-fest.

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