SOMETHING WICKED RETURNS Blog Hop



A whole month of paranormal stories.
What could be better as we rock into October?
 
There's plenty going on here, let me tell you.

A release is coming up. BLOOD BROTHERS on Friday. Wolf shifters. A vampire. And crime running rampant in Denver. Rocky Mountain Shifters (RMS) #2.


Later this month, RMS #3 is releasing, a wolf and witch romance featuring Sherry Delacroix and Quinn Rothschild. Very mysterious. Yeah...

So, what's going here on this leg of the Something Wicked Returns?

Well, here I'm doing a giveaway of $5.00 Amazon GC and a copy of Collared for a Night, RMS #1 if can tell me who you'd pick to play Santo, the vampire or Fin. I'm doing a post on Fin on my blog, but who would you pick for the other two dudes. Together these are the enforcers for Shawn Barclay, owner of the Downtown Den. They are Glock carrying shifters.

Drawing will be Saturday for this part of the Hop. Then I'll post another blog post and giveaway, so come on back to see what's up next.

REPEAT AFTER ME...WOLF SHIFTER!!
In Blood Brothers, there are two wolf shifters. Fin and Tristen.
Enforcers. Beta Wolves. IRRESISTIBLE!
Hard to choose between them. But for this leg, let's do Fin.
 
Here's my Fin. Jason Momoa, oh my!
 
Or how about this version, cause Fin is a yoga teaching hawt-E type of beta shifter.
Ex-military. Marine. Field Medic.
 
 
Now, it's on you.
Tell me, who you would have play the part of Tristen Morrison, ex-military enforcer.
 
Santo Camio. Vampire. Ex-military. Skin walker.
The drawing will be random (via random.org) so I'll need your email address in your comment.
 
 
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Erotic Rock Romance & Chance to Win a Kindle or Nook

 
 
WELCOME TO THE RULE BREAKER STOP


 
At this stop we're all about the heat of summer
and want to hold on little bit longer...
 
so,
let's dive into the deep end of the romance pool
with some
 HOT-HOT
Erotica
to celebrate a cover change
here's an excerpt to kick up the heat factor
(18+Adult content)

 
~EXCERPT~

“Alana, pushing for a lesson so early in the morning?” Jon asked with his deep British voice. Hell, the devil wouldn’t have sounded as seductively inviting.
Quivers erupted, cloaking her body. Damn, she was sunk. How would she go on for two dismal, platonic weeks when she’d greedily sampled Jon’s dizzying ability to power fuck? Twenty-three minutes…she didn’t think twenty-three hours or twenty-three days would be enough time to get tired of Jonathan Peter Lansing or his awe-inspiring bedroom skills.
“Please, Jon,” she pleaded without shame, longing to feel him dominate her body.
“Damn, I want you to remember us. Naked and shagging.” His eyes scanned her face, catching her in a vise of deep blue fire. “Like this. Is this what you want?” His fingers grazed her wetness. Laughing softly, he teased her, delivering her into another round of delicious torture as he held back from thrusting into her.
“More. I want you inside me.”
“So impatient.” His laughter spilled over her, and then he plunged his finger into her, pumping his hand between her legs. Hard, fast, demanding. “Can’t say I’m not far behind you. Alana, I want you under me and then on top of me. You’re so tight. I’ll loosen your sweet pussy up and then you can ride me, baby. Fuck my brains out.”
“Wishful thinking,” she gulped, unable to comprehend why it was easier to slip into a biting repartee with him. “If you think you’ve anything left after last night. I for one am certain you’re sorely mistaken. You might be running in the red where grey cells are concerned.”
With a cocked brow, Jon stopped finger-fucking her. His hands gripped her thighs, wedging open her legs. “What did I tell you? Still with the mouth, Ms. St. James. There’s a tremendous difference in pillow talk and sounding off in this manner. Should I fill that precious orifice of yours so you can’t spew in bitch blathering mode? We can always enjoy our last few moments together with my hand smacking that round little arse of yours. Afterwards, I can fuck you long and hard, giving you something to truly remember me by. Sound inviting, sweetheart?”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” He tilted his head a fraction of an inch, giving him a wicked, daring expression, and she realized he more than likely yearned for her to say something—anything—that he could construe to make his case for an ass-smacking-farewell.
She swung her head from side to side, careful to keep her expression neutral. Having her ass spanked would hurt worse because she’d have a constant reminder of him without the ability to straddle his lap for relief. This was the last time, and the thought stabbed her.
Far better that she have fewer reminders of how incredible it was to have him thrusting into her. Over and over and over…but after this morning, not again.
Don’t. Go. There. Swallowing, she released the bubble of doubt swelling in her throat and acknowledged this was her band’s moment to garner a future. Not to shop for a sex partner. Fun and games. Not a thing more. The balancing of the equation was up to her. She exhaled, hoping to clear the clusterfuck of ideas and images congesting her brain. One last time. What did she want?
With a deep inhalation, she studied his face, his see-all sapphire blue eyes, and without further ado, she calmly whispered, “Fuck you.”
His jaw dropped open, but then he quickly recovered. A glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes. “That filthy mouth of yours is so enticing, but a promise is a promise.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m a man of my word, sweetheart.” He picked up a condom from the night table and ripped open the packet. He handled his dick with absolute precision in swathing himself in latex and then he was at her opening, gripping his cock with his hand. “Baby, here’s the recap: I’m going to fuck you, spank you, and then fuck you again. Then it’s on to the office.”
 

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ROCK ROMANCE SERIES
CRASH & BURN #2
IT'S a BITCH # 3 releasing 2014

 

RULE BREAKER GIVEAWAY
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One Winner will received a $10.00 Amazon Gift Card (INT)
and RULE BREAKER Swag*! (US only*).
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Here's the new cover!

 
 
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CRASH & BURN is a firestorm unleashed. EROTIC ROCK ROMANCE

RULE BREAKER ~ Book 2
Tasty Tease 
 
 
Don’t. Go. There. Swallowing, she released the bubble of doubt swelling in her throat and acknowledged this was her band’s moment to garner a future. Not to shop for a sex partner. Fun and games. Not a thing more. The balancing of the equation was up to her. She exhaled, hoping to clear the clusterfuck of ideas and images congesting her brain. One last time. What did she want?
With a deep inhalation, she studied his face, his see-all sapphire blue eyes, and without further ado, she calmly whispered, “Fuck you.”
His jaw dropped open, but then he quickly recovered. A glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes. “That filthy mouth of yours is so enticing, but a promise is a promise.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Now who’s acting slow?” He picked up a condom from the night table and ripped open the packet. He handled his dick with absolute precision in swathing himself in latex and then he was at her opening, gripping his cock with his hand. “Baby, here’s the recap: I’m going to fuck you, spank you, and then fuck you again. Then it’s on to the office.”
A seamless delivery. On the next heartbeat, he thrust into her in one hard plunge and she spontaneously cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders.
“Is this how you get a client’s attention?” she asked, squeezing her muscles around his erection.
“God, you’re amazing.” The skin along his jaw twitched; he slammed back into her before responding. “We’ve already addressed that you are a special case. One that requires my complete and personal attention. No more talking, unless it’s my name on your lips. Tell me how my cock feels inside you. Put that dirty mouth of yours to work.”
He felt amazing, but she couldn’t tell him and have those words lingering between them. “No,” she whispered.
“Fuck, Alana. You’re so hard-headed.” He pumped his hips, rocking up and down, slamming his cock into her again and again. “Tell me. Do you like when I fuck you like this?”
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she wanted to shout, Of course I do. Who wouldn’t want an animal between her legs, fucking like nobody’s business?
“Why? You don’t get enough compliments on your work?” She stared back at him, aching with something foreign that promised to slice to ribbons her ability to remain encased and safe in her insulated, circumscribed world.
He stopped moving his torso, changing tactics as he twisted his hands in her hair. “Don’t backslide! I’ll haul your arse across my lap and take care of this issue of your snappy remarks. Or is that what you’re after? Fuck me,” he bellowed, and pulled out of her. In the next instant she was picked up and, true to his word, she lay stretched across his lap, facing the floor. “You count, and if you don’t we begin all over again. On one.”
She tried to scramble off his lap, and that’s when it happened. Smack!
Hard. Loud. And painful. “Jesus Christ,” she breathed out without thinking.
“Not even close. Do we need to go over introductions again as well?”
The white-hot-poker scorching eased and his hold on her loosened. Not a lot, but enough to take a deep breath. “I’m not laughing. That hurts,” she said.
“Something tells me that much of these next two weeks will involve inflicting pain to capture your fleeting attention span.”
“Don’t be a d—,”she cut herself off, choosing another route. “Ridiculous.”
“Good save, Alana. But too late. You owe me, and it’s probably best if you pay the piper now so we can get on with the morning. Time’s a-wasting. Count with me.” His hand rubbed down her ass cheeks, onto the back of her thighs; she immediately noted when he lifted his hand, and could hear his inhalation. “Now,” he said.
“One,” she whispered, unsure of what to expect as she focused on his hand meeting her backside. Again, the blaze of his large palm coming into screaming contact with her ass had her arching. Exhaling.
“Steady,” he said, pushing her back onto his lap, and then he lifted his hand. “Again.”
 “Two,” she said between gritted teeth.
He spanked another section of her ass, spreading the fire from one side of her rear-end to the other. The flaring pain had her wriggling on top of his legs. At first she did so to ease the fiery assault, and then she latched onto an urge to spread her thighs open, on the verge of coming apart. The desire for him to tantalize her there sky-rocketed, and the feeling of hazy clouds of need saturated her brain.
“Please, Jonathan,” Alana whispered through the enticing fog.
“Not until we’re through.” His voice sounded strained. But that didn’t stop him from raising his hand again, or the firm smack he delivered that unleashed a flurry of flashing lights in front of her eyes. 
“Three…three,” she panted.
“Let’s pick up the pace now that you’ve got this part. And afterwards, I’m going to fuck you the way I’ve wanted to ever since you and that smart mouth of yours sounded off last night.”
“Just do it now. God, I want you inside me.”
“Patience. That’s precisely what you need to learn.”
Her head snapped up, and she struggled to remain silent. And him? He needed to learn he couldn’t just do exactly what he pleased. She’d never met a man who stomped through life as though it were one big oyster bed, his to pluck whatever pearl lay within his reach. If there were lessons to learn, J.P. Lansing had a few of his own to acquire. Alana clenched her jaw, stifling the crushing urge to speak her mind.
“And you’re going to teach me?” She flung back, unable to stop feeding him fuel for this sexual firestorm he had set blazing between them.
NEW RELEASE 


 

Alana and Jon are back in Book 2 of the Rule Breaker series.

Sex, Love, & Lies in Music City





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My recommendation for the holidays!

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