Saturday, October 21, 2017

Excerpt from The Ghosts At Substation #69 by Berengaria Brown

Part of the NAUGHTY PHANTASIA boxed-set, available now!


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Blurb:
A woman fleeing her abusive partner. Her high school sweetheart who wants to rescue her. And two ghosts.
*Published in a previous Naughty Literati anthology.*


Copyright © Berengaria Brown, 2017

Excerpt:

“You shouldn’t be here, Doug. If Lowell sees you he’ll kill you. I’m not exaggerating. He has an entire closet full of guns.” Fern shivered. Lowell had shown her those guns any number of times, usually when she’d annoyed him and he wanted her to do better next time.
“He’s more likely to kill you. I’ve seen the bruises on your face. And during summer you didn’t once wear shorts. You used to wear shorts all the time. I’ve always loved watching you in those shorts. I bet your legs were bruised and that’s why you kept your jeans on.”
Fern shook her head. “I’m stupid. I make a lot of mistakes. Go away before Lowell gets back. Please. I don’t want him to hurt you.”
“See. That proves he’s bashing you. Real men don’t hit their women even if they do make mistakes. Anyway, I watched him go in the bar on Main Street. He’ll be there drinking with his buddies until midnight. This is your chance to get away, Fern. You have to leave him now before he breaks your bones and really hurts you bad. Come on. Come with me now.”
Fern wanted to. She wanted to so much she sank to the floor and shook even harder. But it wasn’t possible.
“He’s taken my ID, my driver’s license, my Social Security card, my passport. If I run away I’ll have no way of proving who I am and getting a job. I can’t leave him.”
“Of course you can leave him. You aren’t married to him, and even if you were, it’s illegal for him to take your ID from you. We’ll get it back or get you new ID. Whatever works. Just come with me, now, please. While Lowell is gone. This is our chance to be together again. I’ve never stopped loving you, never. I want to look after you. I want to wash all the bad times away and make your life full of happiness again.”
Fern sat on the floor shaking her head, tears trickling from her eyes. She’d been so stupid, so very, very stupid, to go with Lowell, to believe him. She’d been infatuated with the older man. Blinded by his nice new car, his beautiful home, his managerial position at the local bank. At first he’d showered her with pretty things, taken her to the best restaurants, been happy with her. But before long she’d started making mistakes, making him angry with her incompetence. But the more he got angry, the stupider she became, until all she did was get everything wrong. Doug would hate her too.
“It’s no use, Doug. I’m so stupid. I do everything wrong. I’m always making mistakes. You’d hate me in a few weeks, too.”
“No I won’t. I’ve loved you since the eighth grade. I’ll never stop loving you. And you aren’t stupid. You graduated school in the top ten in our class. Please come with me. Please let me look after you. I’ll protect you. I know where you can hide from Lowell until we get your paperwork sorted out. I’ll bring you food and everything you need until I can look after you in public. I want everyone to know I still love you and that you’re mine now.”
“You want me?”
“Of course I want you, Fern. I’ve always wanted you.”
“Even though—”
“Don’t keep saying you’re stupid. You’re not stupid. Once you’re away from Lowell you’ll get your confidence back and everything will be all right.”
Fern wanted everything to be all right again. She knew she’d never be happy with Lowell. That she’d never live up to his standards and demands of her. She’d known that months ago. If she was hidden so he couldn’t find her, if the police made him give back her ID, maybe it would be okay. She wanted so much to be with Doug again. He’d never made her unhappy the way she was now. Even when they’d argued he’d always forgiven her and he’d never once hit her or threatened her. She wasn’t stupid around Doug and even when things went wrong he was much more likely to laugh and joke about it than complain.
“I don’t know. I want to, but…” She slumped against the wall. “I already told you he took the door key with him. I can’t get out. The door is deadlocked.”
“What about this window we’re talking through? Can’t you open it and climb out? Or even break it.”
“He’ll be so angry if I’m not here when he gets back. That’s why he locks me inside. So I’ll be here for him.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal, too. What if there was a fire? You’d have to get out then. Do any of the windows open?”
“Only the one in the bathroom.”
“Can you climb out of it? Or just break this one.”
“Let me look.” The bathroom window was high, but Fern had always been good at gym class. She stood on the side of the tub and pushed the window open as wide as it would go, then she gripped the windowsill and chinned herself up. There wasn’t enough room to turn around and exit feet first, so she slid through head first, but Doug caught her and lowered her to the ground.
“Let’s go. My car is just around the corner.”
“Where is this hiding place?”
“You’ll love it. It’s the disused electricity substation. Substation #69.
Fern hardly dared hope everything would be okay again, but she went with Doug, loving his warm arm tightly around her, his strong body beside hers. Already she felt safer than she had in months.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Excerpt from Delia's Heartthrob by Regina Kammer

Part of the NAUGHTY PHANTASIA boxed-set, available now!


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Blurb:
Gadzooks! Valentine’s Day is fast approaching – what’s a scientist to do? Edward knows naught of romance. Can steam power prevail over chocolates to win Delia’s heart?
*Published in a previous Naughty Literati anthology.*


Copyright © Regina Kammer, 2017

Excerpt:

thwack and a curse presaged Edward’s entry into the lab. He stumbled in from his office, bleary-eyed, his brown curls disheveled, his shirtsleeves rolled to the elbow. Whatever Sebastian had done to him last night or this morning—or both—had been clearly far too strenuous. Delia sighed. Sometimes all Edward needed was a cuddle.
He pawed through the drawers of the tool cabinet. “Seb, have you seen my—”
He glanced over his shoulder and froze, staring at Delia, his cheeks rosy under fine stubble, the color deepening as his gaze swept over her thighs.
He turned to face them. “Sebastian,” he asked, now seemingly mesmerized by Delia’s exposed knickers. “Whatever are you working on?”
Sebastian beamed. “I call it the Broadchurch Phalangical Restraint System.”
Delia rolled her eyes. How typical of Sebastian to name the invention after himself.
Edward scowled as he approached. “Is this for one of those clandestine establishments you frequent?” He ran his fingers over the segments of a metal hand, so tantalizingly close to the bare thigh above Delia’s stocking. He no longer blushed, instead his lips and forehead twisted in a thoughtful expression.
“Yeah,” Sebastian said. “Dominick’s.”
Edward’s pinky strayed to her inner thigh. A frisson of lust tore through her, melting her insides, like the ganache centers of the bonbons she had indulged in the night before.
Edward paled and snatched his hand away.
“Miss Bennett,” he said as if just noticing her. “Good morning.”
Delia’s heart pounded, no doubt sending blood to color her cheeks the same red as her frilly knickers. “Good morning, Professor Ockham.”

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Excerpt from Alien Rights by Nicole Austin

Part of the NAUGHTY PHANTASIA boxed-set, available now!


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Blurb:
Be careful what you wish for—it just might come true. While Emily may have wished to be taken away, waking up on an alien cruiser, naked and intensely turned-on wasn’t what she’d had in mind.
*Published in a previous Naughty Literati anthology.*


Copyright © Nicole Austin, 2017

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Bells tinkled a merry greeting as the door of the Moonlight Diner swung open. Emily Baxter finished refilling the last salt shaker and glanced at the clock. Ten minutes until closing time and a new customer shows up. Great, she’d have to work late again.
Story of my freakin’ life.
With his brown hair sticking up in all different directions, white shirt buttoned haphazardly and one pant leg partially tucked into a sock, the man who’d walked in had a wild gleam in his glassy eyes. He had the lean, athletic body of a runner and when cleaned up was probably rather attractive.
“Aliens!” He pointed toward the back of the diner. “I was abducted!”
Okay, cleaned up and dried out, she amended.
Hank’s bald head appeared in the pass-through. “Aliens? Hey, did you get probed?”
“How’d you know?” The customer stumbled as he made his way toward the counter and dropped down onto a stool with a sharp hiss. “Did Calgon get you too?”
She glanced back at Hank, owner of the diner and her boss. One corner of his mouth drew upward into an evil grin Emily knew well. She’d been a victim of Hank’s bullying and her heart went out to the customer who thought he’d found a sympathetic listener.
“Calgon the alien took you away, huh?” Hank sputtered, barely getting the words out. “You’ve been watching too much TV, dude. Hey, Em. Better call the guys with the white coats. He needs a padded cell and one of those jackets with the really long sleeves.”
While Hank laughed and cracked jokes at the man’s expense, Emily set a cup of coffee in front of the customer and patted his arm. “Ignore Hank. Everyone else does.”
The second she went through the swinging door into the kitchen, Hank grabbed her arm and dragged her over to the grill, where he kept a close eye on the man who sat hunched over the steaming mug.
“That guy’s a total crackpot, Em. Don’t get close to him. Might rub off on you.”
“Insanity isn’t catching.” Jerking free of his hold, she punched Hank’s beefy tattooed arm. “But stupidity is,” she mumbled under her breath.
She understood Hank’s bully mentality—how making other people feel small gave him the false sense of being a big man. Still, understanding didn’t make dealing with him any easier. “You are such an ass! That man is obviously down on his luck and could use a little compassion.”
“Compassion?” Hank gave her a slack-jawed stare. “You’re crazier than he is.”
Emily sighed and shook her head. She preferred to believe everyone had some goodness in them, but Hank had proven himself rotten to the core, lacking any depth or virtue. A true lost cause.
The grill had been shut down and cleaned for the night but there was still a pot of soup simmering. She filled a bowl, put a couple of rolls on a plate and headed for the door, not surprised when Hank moved to block her path.
“That bum didn’t order anything and sure as hell won’t have the money to pay.”
“I’m not sending him back out on the street without a meal.” She couldn’t afford to lose her job but would make a stand on the issue if necessary.
“Okay, Sister Teresa, but you’re not giving my profits away.”
Emily shook her head. “You mean Mother Teresa, moron, and I’ll pay for the meal.”
Hank’s brow furrowed with confusion and disbelief shone in his dark eyes. “Must be paying you too much if you’ve got money to throw away on bums.”
Grinding her back teeth, Emily battled the urge to throw the soup in Hank’s cruel face. “The way you treat people is going to come back and bite you in the ass, Hank. It’s called karma. Because I’m kind and help others in need, one day when I’m down low, someone will offer me a hand.”
Hank’s riotous laughter had her hoping she’d be around to witness the day karma tore him a new one. Why did she continue to try to get through that thick skull of his? He would never see acts of kindness as anything other than signs of weakness. And having shown that weakness would make her a prime target for Hank’s brutality in the days to come.
So be it.
“Grow up, Hank. You’re not in grade school anymore.”
Emily not only fed the man, she listened to his tale about the aliens and their high-tech spacecraft. She mentally went over her mounting bills and declining budget as he detailed the aliens probing his rectum. She gave him bus fare to get home before showing him out and locking up the diner.
Her own commute was brief—out the back way and up a rickety flight of stairs to her rented room above the diner.
Stepping into the alley, Emily gazed up at the stars. As a child she’d dreamed of blasting away on the space shuttle to visit distant mysterious places. Her customer had insisted there were other forms of life out there, and as crazy as it may seem, she agreed. Considering all the planets in existence, so many more than humans were aware of, surely some of them were inhabited. To believe Earth harbored the only intelligent life would be rather arrogant and na├»ve.
The whole idea of being abducted and taken away in a spaceship actually sounded pretty damn good to Emily. No more working her fingers to the bone or fending off idiots like Hank. She’d travel to exotic locations and settle down when she found a culture where women were not only cherished but treated with respect as equals.
While the night sky was full of beautiful stars, one in particular captured Emily’s attention. It shined a bit brighter than the others, twinkled faster and appeared closer.
With the customer’s story still fresh in her mind, Emily held out her arms, reached toward the beacon of light and yelled, “Calgon, take me away!”

Between one heartbeat and the next, darkness shut out the stars, her body became weightless and rose into the air, and she drifted off into nothingness.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Excerpt from Weapon of Choice by Katherine Kingston

Part of the NAUGHTY PHANTASIA boxed-set, available now!


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Blurb:
Selvya’s gift for controlling fire made her a weapon in the hands of unscrupulous men. The king’s commander offers a chance for revenge and redemption, but it’s a risk she’s not sure she can take. *Published in a previous Naughty Literati anthology.*

Copyright © Katherine Kingston, 2017

Excerpt:

Selvya sat cross-legged on the bare stone floor, hands extended, struggling to control the tiny flame that danced on her palm. Such a small flicker and yet so hard to get it to move. Once she’d managed huge conflagrations and even directed an enormous forest fire. Now she could barely make this little wisp shift. For the last twenty minutes she’d bent her will on it and only produced a few wiggles.

She channeled all her energy into it, letting the heat and crackle of the flame resonate in her brain. Up another inch, she directed. The flame didn’t exactly resist. It began to stretch itself out, climbing upward a little. But she couldn’t generate the mental force to fuel its growth more than half an inch. Her hands trembled with the effort and exhaustion threatened the little control she had. With a deep sigh, she shook her fingers and dismissed the flame.

“That was better than yesterday.”

She yelped and spun around on her rear. Jorden Corsos, Duke of Cartallia, sat on one of the two hard iron chairs in the room. She hadn’t heard him enter, though given how hard she’d been concentrating, it didn’t surprise her.

“How long have you been there?”

Her knees locked when she tried to stand. He extended a hand to help her up and again she experienced that odd, frightening, humming sensation when their palms met.

“Ten minutes or so.” He made no reference to whatever passed between them, and his expression didn’t change when he released her. “You’ve made some progress. Yesterday there was nothing.”

“I barely managed this. So tiny and it still took so much effort to control it.”

“It’s coming to you.” He stood up and went to the door, spoke a few words to someone there, then returned. “Can we go somewhere more comfortable? I’ve ordered a tea tray.”

She stared at him, bemused for a moment. “Of course.” What was he doing here? Checking up on her? Was he unhappy with her lack of progress? And why did her heart do a strange little flip-flop in her chest? She led the way to the next room, which served as a parlor. Padded chairs, a woven rug, a few tables, and shelves holding a variety of books made this a more relaxing space. He waited until she settled in one of the armchairs before he sat.

“Are you comfortable here?” He waved an arm around the room, encompassing this one and the other three rooms that made up the tower suite. “You’ve asked for very little.”

“And you’ve given me much more. The clothes alone…”

He smiled broadly. “Worth every pence. I still find it hard to believe you’re the same woman as the dirty, skinny, bedraggled creature I first met.”

“Fresh from the dungeon.”

“Even so. I’d never have guessed there was so much grace and beauty under all the grime.”

“You flatter, my lord.”

“Not a bit. The transformation is stunning.” He looked around. “You have all that you need?”

“At the moment, yes.”

“You’ve been able to call a bit of fire, I see, so your ability wasn’t completely burned out.”

She sighed. “Not all of it anyway. But what I can do is so limited now.”

He settled back in the chair. “Why is that, do you think?” He sounded curious but not worried. Because he didn’t want to seem to pressure her into too much effort too fast?

“I don’t know. I may have just used up every last bit of reserve I had when I did the fire for the young baron, and it will take time to restore it. Or perhaps creating that fire burned up whatever channels in my mind let me call and control the flame.”

“If that were true, you shouldn’t be able to create even the small spark you did earlier. Possibly what happened when you called that last flame was so horrible your mind rebelled and is blocking your attempts to do it again.”

She stared at him for a moment. From their first interactions, she’d known he was intelligent as well as handsome and high-born, but the depth of his understanding astonished her. “Yes, it’s possible.”

“It’s also possible that you’re now trying too hard. You’ve done nothing the last few days but work with the flame. You need to relax more.”

“You’ve had people spying on me?” Of course he did, silly. He’s invested a lot in you.

“The servers who bring your meals report back to me. You were already at work with the flame when they delivered the last two morning meals and still doing it at the evening meals.”

“You want the weapon I represent, and I want to have this war done with.”

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

NAUGHTY PHANTASIA - Available Now!

NAUGHTY PHANTASIA: EIGHTEEN FABULOUS FANTASIES
Available Now!


Contains 18 Sci-Fi, Fantasy & Steampunk Stories from bestselling authors writing as The Naughty Literati


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Blurbs:

WEAPON OF CHOICE
Katherine Kingston Selvya’s gift for controlling fire made her a weapon in the hands of unscrupulous men. The king’s commander offers a chance for revenge and redemption, but it’s a risk she’s not sure she can take.

 ALIEN RIGHTS
Nicole Austin
Be careful what you wish for—it just might come true. While Emily may have wished to be taken away, waking up on an alien cruiser, naked and intensely turned-on wasn’t what she’d had in mind. 

DELIA’S HEARTTHROB
(OCKHAM STEAM-WORKS LABORATORY CHRONICLES 2)
Regina Kammer
Gadzooks! Valentine’s Day is fast approaching – what’s a scientist to do? Edward knows naught of romance. Can steam power prevail over chocolates to win Delia’s heart?

 THE GHOSTS AT SUBSTATION #69
Berengaria Brown
A woman fleeing her abusive partner. Her high school sweetheart who wants to rescue her. And two ghosts.

GYPSY WITCH
Suz deMello
Ben’s a tough, down-to-earth cop who doesn’t believe in magic, yet he falls for a modern-day witch. Will Ben and Elena’s fragile love be lost when she reveals what she truly is?

MY CUPS RUNNETH OVER
Francesca Hawley
Five years ago, Brook’s tarot reading and dream premonition predicted his lover’s death so he left to protect her. On the morning of his cousin’s wedding, Delia and Brook meet again. Will their reunion bring love or danger?

PLEASURE QUEST
Tina Donahue
She’s into virtue. He’s not. On a pleasure asteroid, he’ll show her what paradise really is.

COASTAL GHOST
Katherine Kingston
A sunny beach house isn’t the usual place to find a ghost, but the one that haunts Mary’s rental house has a mission and a plan.

STRANGE MAGIC
Lynn LaFleur
Savannah has thirteen days to perfect her changing spell with help from Dominic, her Coven Master and the warlock she loves, or suffer dire consequences.

HOT AS HADES
Regina Kammer
After living in Hell for four months, Persephone returns home to the mortal realm. But can home truly be home without the man she loves?

VALENTIME
Belle Scarlett
Valerie buys a South Carolina plantation and discovers a Valentine addressed to her from a previous owner who bids her to return to him in 1865.

THE MOON MAIDEN’S MATE
Suz deMello
Luna, 2114… A reluctant Shayna must travel to remote Farside Colony to meet her chosen mate.

WHERE OR WHEN
Francesca Hawley
Bardic witch and famous singer Frank Jasper has been Sharon Beryl’s dream lover for years. When she wins a date with him, she is thrilled. Can their mutual desire become reality, or will it remain forever a dream?

CUPID’S CURIOUS CASE
Marianne Stephens
Alan’s last job as Cupid 84 involves neighbor Amy and a special box of candy. Both secretly desire the other. Can they find true love?

THE MAGIC THAT YOU DO
Tina Donahue
Passion. Friendship. Love. Some things a man simply can’t forget… 
Finn has no idea what he’s doing at a haunted house on Halloween, but his tour guide Caty certainly rocks his world. Irresistibly drawn to her, he indulges in wicked delight and a return to their shared destiny.

PHANTOM AFFAIR
Katherine Kingston
Robert is the best lover Kelly’s ever had, even though he’s a ghost. If he could return, could reality live up to the fantasy?

HOW THE ALIEN STOLE CHRISTMAS
Belle Scarlett
On board a deep space station Christmas Trent learns her sexy cyber lover, who may not be human, wants to steal her for his own.

SWING FOLLIES
(OCKHAM STEAM-WORKS LABORATORY CHRONICLES 3)
Regina Kammer
Blimey. Delia’s besotted. With Edward. But when an old flame from Edward’s revolutionary past swings by and steams up the laboratory, has Delia missed her chance at love?

 *All titles have been previously published in Naughty Literati anthologies.*


Naughty Phantasia Contest

To celebrate the release of NAUGHTY PHANTASIA, the Naughty Literati are giving away a 7" Kindle Fire loaded with books by our fabulous authors including:

The Naughty Literati’s complete boxed-set collection
Abducted by Lynn LaFleur
Alpha vs Alpha by Francesca Hawley
Charming the Masters by Katherine Kingston
Chocolate Coated Reunion by Berengaria Brown
Desire in Tartan by Suz deMello
Double Down: The Complete Duo by Nicole Austin
First Comes Desire by Tina Donahue
Not Too Tall To Love by Berengaria Brown
The Pleasure Device by Regina Kammer
The Woodsman by Belle Scarlett (Audible audiobook)
  
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Contest begins October 17th and ends November 4th.


Sunday, October 8, 2017

What do you like to do on a lazy Sunday?



I prefer summer to winter, so my absolute favorite lazy Sunday would be spent on a beach, somewhere hot, with a long cold drink in one hand, a short hot erotic romance novel in the other, and lots of semi-naked, yummy-looking males walking past for me to watch.
In winter, the best I can do is curl up by the fire with a hot drink in one hand, a hot book in the other, and my imagination for the yummy, semi-naked men. Sigh.
Even if I can’t be at the beach in summer, thanks to the day job, at least there are usually shirtless men in the park running around throwing or kicking balls, or possibly shirtless construction workers not too far from my home.
Sadly, I haven’t noticed any men taking off their shirts to shovel the walk in winter, although I live in hope.

A while ago I wrote a story about some people who decided to train as Life Guards.
Ah, life guards. YUM!

Blurb and excerpt "Summer Job, Summer Love"

Bronwyn needs a summer job and thinks being a Life Guard would be fun. In class she’s surprised to find there are twelve men and only three women. She’s even more surprised when Ross and Jake monopolize her attention and want to date her. But this is only a summer romance. It can’t possibly last longer than the ten Life Guard lessons. Can it?

PG 13 Excerpt
“May we kiss you?” he asked.
“I was really hoping you would.”
He took her into his arms, and, as Jake pressed against her back, Ross wrapped his arms around Jake’s shoulders, enclosing her tightly between them. Jake did the same thing with his arms around both their waists.
Ross ground his hot, aching dick into her belly, and she wiggled against him, deliberately arousing him. Her head tipped back against Jake’s shoulder as she watched Ross’s face.
“Tease.” He whispered the word, then drove his tongue into her mouth. He needed to claim her, possess her, and demonstrate to her she that she belonged to them now. Her hands smoothed up and down along his sides as he fucked her mouth as fast and hard as he could.
Jake let go of Ross’s waist and his hands pushed between Bronwyn’s body and Ross’s until he cupped her breasts, and pinched her nipples.
When they finally pulled apart to draw breath, Bronwyn giggled a little. “I guess that’s a special benefit of kissing a swimmer. They can go a long time before coming up for air.”
She was probably right, but Ross couldn’t think now. “I like that dress, but I’d prefer you naked,” he said.
“Let me.”
Jake unzipped her dress and brushed it off her shoulders. Ross bent down and took it as she stepped out of it, laying it on the back of a chair, then he unbuckled her sandals and placed them neatly beside the chair. By the time he got back Jack already had her bra off and was kneeling in front of her sucking her breasts. Bronwyn’s eyes were closed and Ross’s cock was trying to break out of his pants. Quickly, he stripped out of his clothes. Jake lifted his head and turned Bronwyn to face Ross.
Ross stood with his legs apart and pulled her body to him, once again plastering her to every inch of him. Only this time there was only her panties between them, and they were little more than a scrap of green lace and silk. He possessed her mouth once more as he slid both hands inside her panties and flattened his palm against her ass, wanting her to know of his need for her. As he kissed her, he massaged her butt cheeks, letting his thumbs touch her rosette.
He and Jake both hoped she’d agree to double fuck them, but they weren’t confident of it happening on a first date. Hell, they hadn’t even been convinced she’d agree to come back home with them although he’d had a Plan B and even a Plan C to try to convince her to agree.
However, she was busy kissing him back and widened her own stance slightly to let him play with her ass, so there was a definite possibility he and Jake might be able to double fuck her. But he refused to get his hopes up too high. It was a big ask for a woman. Double penetration was the most intense sex and didn’t really say “First Date”.
Once again, Jake stepped behind Bronwyn and began to slide her panties off her hips and down her legs. She had perfect hips, rounded ones that he could hold onto as he fucked her. Not sharp protruding bones as some women had. He liked Bronwyn’s figure. It screamed “woman” to him, someone capable of playing with two men without being too fragile physically to cope with their needs and their love.
He liked Jake’s body, too. Jake was naked now, his cock a long thick flagpole, rising up from its nest of light-brown curls. His torso was all muscle. Sex with a man was much rougher than with a woman. Ross liked both. The freedom to slam as hard as he wanted to into Jake, but also the sweet wet heat of a woman’s cunt. Both. Tonight he planned to have both. As long as Bronwyn agreed.


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Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Join me at #Passport2Romance! by Regina Kammer

Want to meet me, historical erotic romance author Regina Kammer, in person?

Of course you do!

I will be a featured author at the Passport to Romance Reader Appreciation Event sponsored by the Emerald City Writers' Conference!

This evening cocktail -- or "booktail" -- party is free to all and will be held Saturday, October 14th, 6pm-8pm, at the Bellevue Westin Hotel, Bellevue (near Seattle), Washington.

The first 100 readers to arrive will receive a goody bag with lots of author swag, including a download card for a copy of my historical erotic romance The Pleasure Device (Harwell Heirs Book 1)!

I will also be giving away:
- 5 paperback copies of The Pleasure Device (Harwell Heirs Book 1)
- 10 additional download cards for ebook editions of The Pleasure Device (Harwell Heirs Book 1) – for those who did not get a goody bag
- 3 copies of the now-rare naked lady cover edition of The General’s Wife: An American Revolutionary Tale – by request only!
- 2 copies of the now-rare naked butt cover edition of Hadrian and Sabina: A Love Story – by request only!
- promo cards and bookmarks


What: Passport to Romance Reader Appreciation Event, an informal cocktail party
Where: Bellevue Westin Hotel, 600 Bellevue Way NE, Bellevue (near Seattle), Washington
When: Saturday, October 14th, 6pm-8pm
Who: Meet Regina Kammer and other romance writers! Plus cover models!
Cost: Free!

For more information see the Passport to Romance webpage!



About the Author

Regina Kammer is a librarian, an art historian, and an award-nominated, best-selling, multi-published writer of erotica and historical erotic romance. Her short stories and novels make history sexier, whether the era is Roman, Byzantine, Viking, American Revolution, or Victorian. She’s even sexed up contemporary settings, Steampunk, and Greco-Roman mythology. She has been published by Cleis Press, Go Deeper Press, Ellora’s Cave, House of Erotica, Story Ink, The Naughty Literati, and her own imprint, Viridium Press. She began writing historical fiction with romantic elements during National Novel Writing Month 2006, switching to erotica when all her characters suddenly demanded to have sex.

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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Black Magic Woman #TinaDonahueBooks #PassionateRomanceForEveryTaste

Even though I've written every freaking genre around, except for heavy-duty scifi (you know the kind, where you need a science book to follow the plot), my fave is romantic comedy. Cut my teeth on it, and those books were my first pubbed - in print no less.

However, I also enjoy paranormal romance and decided to combine the two. What did I get? An erotic paranormal-romantic comedy series Taming the Beast.


Book one, Freeing the Beast, is releasing October 17. It was a blast to write: sexy, fun, and oh-so romantic.





Series Blurb:

Magic has never been as sexy or as fun. In New Orleans’ French Quarter From Crud to Stud is the makeover service for supernatural beings who want to tame their beasts so they can date mortal babes. Owned by a half-witch and staffed by a good fairy, a reformed female demon, and a voodoo priestess—among others—the place is always hopping. There’s moonlight therapy for weres, aversion therapy to keep vamps from sinking their fangs in anyone’s neck, and no end of spells, potions, and treatments. These ladies definitely put the boys through their paces. But it’s not all work as they search for their one true love. Their journeys aren’t easy, but they’re definitely magical.

Freeing the Beast Blurb:

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

For Becca Salt being a witch isn’t all magic. Too curvy and lonely, she spends her nights running a makeover service for demons, vamps, weres, and zombies who want to project a more human, normal side. Their goal? To get the babes without the authorities hunting them down like rabid dogs. Once Becca suppresses the worst of their beast, they’re on the hunt and gone.

Dating has been a definite bitch for Eric Diletto. Although he’s hot and hung, he’s also one of Cupid’s descendants. A god born to believe in courtship, courtesy, and all that other junk. Tired of women dumping him for the bad boys, Eric hires Becca to release his inner beast. Grrrr.

Two potions later, they’re crawling all over each other. With Eric’s newfound dominance, he’s definitely the man. And the god who intends to take Becca here, there, and everywhere. Who said sorcery and love wasn’t fun?

Warning: A witchdoctor’s nightmare. Contains potions with weird side effects, a sorceress with limited magical skills and a yearning heart, plus a minor god who wants to get down and dirty. Bad, bad boy.



Excerpt:

She fingered her top. “What are you?” He wasn’t a demon or a vamp. However, a were or other shifter wasn’t implausible. “Exactly what?”

“I’m Eric. Di-let-to.”

He’d pronounced his last name ultra slow, as though that should mean something to her.

It wasn’t ringing a bell. “Okay.”

“No, it’s not. I haven’t always gone by Eric. I changed my first name when I was twelve. Got tired of having to fight the other kids, you know?”

Becca did. She’d had her own scuffles when anyone had dared call her fat. Compassion and tenderness for him mingled with her building lust. “Tell me your real first name. Please.”

He sagged to the sofa. “You’ll laugh.”

“Never.” She hurried around her desk.

He leaned away from her.

Becca stopped. No way did she want him to feel more unglued than he already was or to make a fool of herself by being too forward. “I don’t make fun. I don’t bully. I had enough of that when I was a child to know how much it hurts.”

He nodded sympathetically. “The other kids made fun of your hair, huh?”

“No.” She curled her upper lip. “There’s something wrong with my hair?”

He held up his hands in appeasement. “Not at all. I really like the color and the way you wear it.” He gestured to his own head to demonstrate her bob and bangs. “It’s great.”

Sure, and Santa Claus is a card-carrying Communist. “The other kids made fun of my weight.” There, she’d said it. Little need to pretend there wasn’t a four-ton elephant in the room.

“Really?” He took her in, loitering on her ample cleavage and curvy hips. “I don’t see how. You’re perfect. Most women today are too skinny.”

Honesty shone on his face.

Becca liked that and what he’d said. “What’s your real first name?”

He lay on the sofa, arm draped over his eyes. He looked like a patient unwilling to confess his innermost thoughts to a shrink.

“Come on.” She used her gentlest tone. “We can’t help you if you don’t tell us what the problem is. It can’t be that bad.”

“Wanna bet? My real first name is Eros.”





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A witch, cowboys, menages and so much more... #TinaDonahueBooks #Romance

This month I have four releases in different genres, all with steamy romance. 
Three are menages *squeal*.

Let's get started.

SEPTEMBER 1



Including Contemporary, Fantasy, Historical, M/M, F/M/F, Paranormal, Rubenesque, Stepbrother Romance, Threesome, Vampire & Werewolf from bestselling authors.

Featuring Wicked Hot by Tina Donahue



When bad boy rockers Scott and Noah unexpectedly land in Hell, they don’t expect to meet Patience, their lovely admissions coordinator. What happens next is sinfully wicked and pure heaven.




SEPTEMBER 5


AMAZON - iBOOKS - BN - KOBO - GOOGLE PLAY


With the summer months slipping by, the temperature will still stay hot when you read this heart stopping collection of passion and seduction. Brought to you by the authors of Romance Books 4 Us, and written by today’s hottest bestselling authors, there is a little bit of something for everyone in each story. So run, don’t walk, to your nearest online eBook retailer and one-click this compilation of sexy reads which will pull you into… summer nights of delight.

Featuring Make Me Breathless by Tina Donahue

These rugged cowboys know what they want…the biker chick who just became their neighbor.

When Ally inherits a Texas ranch, she’s not about to trade in her Harley for a horse or a cow. However, she is taken with the McCrays, two deliciously virile cousins who own the adjoining land. Lucas and Colt are a hundred percent male whether they’re working their property or stripping to skin to cool off in the creek. Maybe it’s time to meet her neighbors.

Colt’s never known a woman like Ally, sultry yet vulnerable and totally clueless when it comes to ranching. Hell, what kind of man would he be if he didn’t offer to help? Lucas feels the same. Both guys want to give her some fun, Texas style. Long, hard, and thorough.

Ally’s certainly game for a good time, yet the sweetest surprise is what follows.


SEPTEMBER 5



Blurb:

Book one - Taming the Beast

No more Mr. Nice Guy.
For Becca Salt being a witch isn’t all magic. Too curvy and lonely, she spends her nights running a makeover service for demons, vamps, weres, and zombies who want to project a more human, normal side. Their goal? To get the babes without the authorities hunting them down like rabid dogs. Once Becca suppresses the worst of their beast, they’re on the hunt and gone.
Dating has been a definite bitch for Eric Diletto. Although he’s hot and hung, he’s also one of Cupid’s descendants. A god born to believe in courtship, courtesy, and all that other junk. Tired of women dumping him for the bad boys, Eric hires Becca to release his inner beast. Grrrr.
Two potions later, they’re crawling all over each other. With Eric’s newfound dominance, he’s definitely the man. And the god who intends to take Becca here, there, and everywhere. Who said sorcery and love wasn’t fun?
Warning: A witchdoctor’s nightmare. Contains potions with weird side effects, a sorceress with limited magical skills and a yearning heart, plus a minor god who wants to get down and dirty. Bad, bad boy.





SEPTEMBER 21



Blurb:

Book one - Wicked


Two brothers—one woman—unforgettable passion…

Years before, Nikki fell in love with Mitch and Connor, betraying them as only a high school girl could. Now, she’s back and needs their help.

Powerful and commanding, Mitch has never stopped craving Nikki. Connor hungers for her as badly, but isn’t ready to forgive. If she needs some fast cash by working at their gentlemen’s club, she’ll have to audition by stripping for them.

Gladly. Aroused by their shameless scrutiny, Nikki’s willing to do whatever it takes to be near them again…even being punished in the BDSM Room or starring in one of Connor’s erotic films. Mitch won’t have it, unless he and Connor are the ones mounting and enjoying her.

On a sultry weekend in a secluded island mansion, desire reignites on camera and off as Nikki surrenders to their lust, dominance, and exquisite discipline, reawakening their timeless bond and the beginning of forgiveness.






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