Welcome, Rob and Sloane...

 Heat Warning.  The following is intended for adult audiences only.

Today, I have the pleasure of hosting two of my favorite authors.  How fortunate that they've teamed up and combined their talents to create what must be a spectacular read.  I definitely have to get my hands on a copy as soon as I weed through the piles still waiting for review.  Without further ado...I present:

CLAIRE DE LUNE

Robert Appleton & Sloane Taylor

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-011-5 (Electronic)

ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-995-8 (Paperback)

Amber Quill Press – Amber Heat

Genres: Science Fiction / Futuristic / Action / Adventure / Mystery / Detective / Voyeurism

Heat Level: HOT

Length: Novel (70k words)

Buy Link E-book http://amberquill.com/AmberHeat/ClaireDeLune.html

Buy Link Paperback http://www.amazon.com/Claire-Lune-Robert-Appleton/dp/1611249953/ref=sr_1_3_title_0_main?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1292945266&sr=1-3

EXCERPT:

Evelyn’s self-esteem soared like a rocket as she gazed into Gerry’s eyes. All the need and desire that filled him shone through. She liked him, maybe more if she were honest, and had wanted him from the moment his pompous ass walked into her hotel room. Being with him and initiating sex tonight was the right thing for her to do.

Gerry wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her closer. Damn, his hard chest felt good against her achy boobs, but not as good as his rigid cock nestling into her belly.

“Evie—"

“Don’t talk.”


He nodded and traced his index finger along her bottom lip. She nipped the tip, then sucked it in, tonguing the pad until he groaned.

“Ah, Ev—” He caught her face in his hands and kissed her with a passion that ignited her.

His tongue toyed against the seam of her mouth, then delved in, a beautiful taste of wine and herbs, lapping and swirling until her knees trembled. With a regretful sigh, she pulled away.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No talking. It’s my little quirk.” She tapped his mouth, then took his hand and led him to the sand. After she stooped, she patted the ground, inviting him to join her.
Evelyn rose up on her knees and combed her hands down his chest, flicking his nipples until they sprang to life. Intrigued, she swiped her tongue over her dry lips and leaned into him, licking and sucking the copper-colored discs.

She continued lower to the blond tuft cradling his cock. Gently, she glided her thumb over his swollen head, teasing the drops of pre-cum from the slit to the sensitive underside. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling the tight sacs with her fingers, taking pleasure in her teasing.

His hips jerked with each touch. Through hooded eyes, he watched, but did as she had requested and maintained silence.

On a rush of air, she gave his lips a quick peck and eased over him, holding her thighs tight against his frame. Heat emanated from his body, soothing and stimulating, a new awareness she longed to experience more than once.

Her breasts swayed close to his mouth. He stretched up and tweaked her pebbled nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. Cuddling them together, he licked and suckled the sensitive tips, first one, then the other. A deep shiver rocketed through her, increasing the ache low in her belly.

She teased his cock along her nether lips, loving the feel of his hot flesh grazing against her clit. In slow motion, she edged onto his shaft, savoring the inches that penetrated her wet vagina.

He rocked into her, clutching her hips, holding her in place. She locked her hands around his wrists and pulled them away, the need to set the pace paramount.
“This is so sexy I don’t want to come,” he bit out through clenched teeth.

“I do.” She slapped his hip. “Again and again.”

LINKS:

Robert Appleton www.robertappleton.co.uk

Sloane Taylor www.sloanetaylor.com 

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Welcome, Sloane Taylor...I can already feel the heat!

 Sweet as Honey, Hot as Hell!  That one line aptly describes my good friend, Sloane Taylor. When I need help making a scene spicier, she's my mentor.  She and I are doing a cross posting today.  I'm visiting her blog, and she's visiting mine.  I couldn't be more pleased to show everyone that sexual content can include an captivating storyline.

BUT...consider this a disclaimer...this woman's writing can send you straight to a cold shower, seeking relief from the sizzle.  So, if you are easily offended by sexual or adult content...then enjoy her bio, but read no further!  Don't say I didn't warn you - Ginger

Sloane's Bio:

Sloane Taylor is a sensual woman who believes humor and sex are healthy aspects of our everyday lives which carry over into her books. Her stories are set in Europe where the men are all male and the North American women they encounter are both feminine and strong. A true romantic, the women Sloane writes will bring more than lust to their men’s lives.

Born and raised in Chicago, Sloane and Studly, her mate for life, split their time between a home in Illinois and a weekend cottage on the back roads of Indiana…or you can catch up with her as she travels though Europe, researching new material.

Please visit her at her website, Facebook  or Myspace. Sloane loves to hear from readers. Feel free to email her at sloanetaylor at comcast dot net.

LAST CHANCE....THE FOLLOWING INCLUDES VERY ADULT CONTENT.

French Kiss

From Aspen Mountain Press

The Naughty Ladies of Nice

Book Four

BUY LINK http://aspenmountainpress.com/new-releases/french-kiss/prod_349.html

BLURB:

Straight-laced children's author, Rachel Conklin, awakens on a deserted island wrapped in the arms of a sexy pirate. Convinced she's in a dream conjured from the pages of her breakout novel, Rachel casts her inhibitions to the wind. Guilt-free, she seduces the handsome sailor and rides the waves of passion.

Pediatrician Henri Bernier wasn't quite sure what to do with the sexy mermaid he'd pulled from the sea. Then she started kissing him and sent his libido soaring. Now the good doctor is ready to practice anything.

EXCERPT:

His mystery woman wiped mist from the cheval mirror. In the cleared glass, Henri caught her image. He stood in the bathroom doorway, frozen, staring at her through their shared reflection. She smiled at his shocked expression, probably enjoying the fact she had him at a disadvantage.

The bath towel dropped from her fingers, exposing her firm breasts.  Her large, dark nipples drew him like a siren to the sea and his dick sprang to life. The desires to lave and suckle her flooded over him while his stiff cock demanded he bend her over and fuck her until he came.

Droplets glistened on the ringlets of her long hair, reflected by the late afternoon sun. Several beads gathered, then made a slow descent down her spine. He stood mesmerized by the rivulet, staring as it glided to the sleek curve of her hip, following it lower until it disappeared between her firm cheeks.

With her good hand, she pulled thick strands of wet hair off her back and draped it over a shoulder, exposing her delicate neck. She held his gaze and bent over at the waist, offering him a seductive view of her pink labia. In slow motion, she drew a pair of red panties up her legs, then did a little hip wiggle and tugged them into place.

The shiny panties caressed her rounded ass cheeks midway on her derrière, accenting the creamy bare skin and framing the lower portion. His hands itched to cup her, squeeze the firm muscles, but his arms were frozen at his sides.

The kissable white flesh rounded above legs that went on forever down to trim ankles and slender feet. He imagined those long limbs circling his waist, better yet, wrapped around his neck as he watched his cock slide in and out of her.

"Magnifique." The word slipped out hoarse as struggled for oxygen.

He walked closer, his movements dreamlike. The honey shampoo aroma filled his lungs when he finally reached her.

“You are beautiful.”

“Merci, Henri.” A smile twitched her lips.

“Your wrist should be in the sling.” He held up the black cloth with his other hand.

“I agree, but there’s time for that later.”

She leaned into him and reached back for his free hand, hanging limp at his side, then laid it across her bare ribcage. Her smooth skin felt warm against his damp palm.

“I intended to hang it on the handle, but the door popped—”

“Henri, isn’t there something else you’d rather do right now than talk?”

His sex-engrossed brain finally registered her words. “Mai oui.”

He laid a soft kiss on her shoulder, nipping his way along the side of her neck until he reached the tender area behind her ear lobe. Her nipples pebbled with his gentle touch, encouraging him to explore more of her.

His fingers played across her abdomen, sending prickles of anticipation up his arm as they climbed higher. He cupped her breast, massaging the firm mound until soft moans slipped past her parted lips. The entire time he watched her reflection in the mirror while his thumb made slow, teasing circles around her areola.

She wrapped her warm fingers over his other hand and guided it across her body. The combination of soft skin and firm muscle was the most erotic sensation of his life.

Dieu, how he wanted to dip into her hot pussy, His cock, with drops of pre-cum seeping through the slit, demaded relief.

With shaking fingers, she guided his other hand lower until she stopped at the elastic band on her wet panties. He grazed the fabric across her mound and stopped, then moved his hand to her thigh and edged toward her nub. She wrapped her fingers around his forearm, encouraging him to travel beneath the thin cloth. Anxious to please, he glided his fingers under the damp fabric and into her wet hairs, searching for her clit. After a moment of teasing, he slid first one finger, then a second into her hot, wet channel and watched her expression turn to ecstasy.

“Come for me, ma petit.”

Her trembling body tensed. She clutched the basin rim, squeezing her thighs tightly around his hand, grinding her hips against him. Shivers coursed through her. Her whimpers turned to a scream of pleasure as she sprayed hot cum onto him. A unique feeling of joy settled in his heart.

He turned her limp frame in his arms, his fingertips skimming across her tender nipples. She melted against him, pressing her breasts into his chest hairs...

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Someone must have cloned me when I wasn't looking. I'm everywhere today. :) (Disclaimer: This isn't me in the photo...wishful thinking.)

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Tag, Your it!

I was tagged by Anita Davison, so I stole her tag image to use on my blog. I know she won't mind because she probably stole it from someone else. :)

I guess the purpose of this lovely game is to garner interest in my blog and those of my friends. I'm supposed to tell you six exciting things about myself and refer you to six other blogs. The blogs I can do, but I don't know if there are six interesting things to share about myself. I guess I can try.

1. I hate spiders and bugs that jump. I'm afraid to walk across the floor at night because Tennessee seems to have lots of night crawlers despite my continued efforts to poison them all. I have been known to lay in bed with a full and aching bladder because I don't want to risk walking to the bathroom. Don't get me wrong...our house isn't laden with bugs, but you know, there's always the chance.

2. I was a school bus driver once in another life. On my maiden voyage, I was sent to pick up some children who missed their usual bus. When I got to the school, I couldn't find them. I left the bus and went into the office to call my supervisor to ask what I should do. While I was on the phone, I saw my bus roll past the window. EEEK!!!

3. I met my current husband at a single's dance. He came there to meet up with someone else. He joined a dating service and paid a whole lot of money to be ignored by the woman who ran the dance. He was on his way out the door when I noticed him and approached him about a dance. He could have had me for free! Well, I guess he did, although I refused to spend the night with him. I have morals. I made him wait until the second date for a sleep over and that's because he refused to leave. He acted like came to my house on a wagon train instead of in a car.

4. Embezzled Love is really a fairly accurate accounting of what happened to my sister when she hooked up with a guy she met on the internet. I wrote it for entertainment, but mainly to warn people what can happen if you are too trusting.

5. People are so paranoid about their social security numbers. Did you know that if you look on the social security death registry, you'll find the names of most deceased people along with their social security numbers? And we wonder why some dead people are still voting. Duh uh!

6. Okay, one more bus driving revelation. One morning, when my bus was being serviced, I gassed up the best of the sub buses and had it ready to go. When someone came in and asked who was driving it, I announced "Me." I was shocked when they told me it just left the yard. Boy, was I pissed. I ran out the door to discover who took my bus, only to see my supervisor running after it with arms flailing. Luckily old number eight made a perfect left-turn, thus avoiding six driver's ed cars, and passed with ease through the exit gate. This time I set the emergency brake, but I forgot to take it out of drive (the only automatic in the yard) and once it warmed up, it overrode the break and decided to leave without me. Do you see a pattern here? Fortunately, after bumping over the plowed furrows of the field across from the transportation yard, the bus finally stopped. Boy, my supervisor must have really liked me. :)

Okay, here are my six friends:
Tabitha Shay because she's an awesome friend and author. She has a whole series of Witch books and a series on Montana Men. Treat yourself to a peek.

Sloane Taylor . Sweet as Honey...Hotter than Hell. Check out Sloane's Naughty Ladies series.

Anne Whitfield Check out this award winning author of historical and contemporary fiction. You'll love her work.

Carol Shenold . Carol writes wonderful mystery with humor. My kind of gal!

Rita Karnopp . Rita is a wonderful author and a dear friend from Eternal Press. Check out her wonderful romance, Sacred Ground. You're in for a treat.

Cheryl St. John . If you're looking a great blog, a talented author, and someone with a great sense of humor, then check out Cheryl St. John. I'm very proud to call her my friend...even if she keeps denying she knows me. *smile*

So, now I've shared my deepest secrets and notified these lucky six people that they've been tagged. I did my duty, Anita! Aren't you proud of me?