Saturday, June 28, 2014

Blog Tour: Bloodlust by Nicole Zoltack: Review



Title: BLOODLUST
Author: Nicole Zoltack
Genre: NA Epic Fantasy Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Rating: 4/5 Stars

Book Description:


 In a world torn by prejudice and hatred, six races struggle for supremacy.

Barbarian-Princess Ivy is unwilling to allow her father to provoke the other races into war and forms an unlikely alliance with Lukor the goliath to save her people from utter destruction. Unbeknownst to her, Lukor blames the barbarians for murdering his sister and plans on sabotaging her goal.

Almost despite each other, they grow to respect each other on their journey to decode secret messages from the trolls. But nothing Ivy can do will prevent the war as her father is blinded by bloodlust and incites it himself. Not even killing him and becoming Barbaroness can stop the tide. And when Bloodlust claims Ivy, forcing her to kill everyone in her path, she must make a choice to destroy even Lukor, who she may have started to fall for and him her in return.

Friday, June 27, 2014

Cover Reveal: Insurmountable by TE White


Title: Insurmountable
Author: TE White    
Genre: New Adult Contemporary RomanceHosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Insurmountable Book Blurb
This isn’t some happy love story. If you want that, try something else. No, I own this nightmare and would have never guessed it could have happened to me.
My life is painstakingly puzzled out. And if I have to admit it, I fall for Red the first time I see her. In fact, she is the first of many things for me and maybe my last. She is the reflection of my happiness and the beginning to my end. She is the stain that covers my heart in the color of her blood-red hair.
Thoughts of her consume me and continue to bombard my mind like ricochet gunfire. So what can possibly go wrong, you wonder? A humorous chuckle escapes me, in case you didn’t hear it. Yeah, I can tell you, but you will judge me unfairly. This you need to hear from the beginning, so you know all the facts and feel what I felt. Maybe even sympathize and not give me your scorn. Then maybe you can possibly… possibly comprehend the enormity of my crossroads.
You have to know I never planned or meant for any of this. It isn’t my fault. It’s someone else’s sins that have efficiently destroyed my life in one fell swoop. My name?
My name is Tade Astor and happiness for me is insurmountable.

*Warning – this book contains explicit sexual situations and may not be suited for everyone.
              



T.E. White resides in New Jersey and is avid reader who spends stolen moments in time writing stories that will possible shock you, but hopefully in a good way. Writing isn’t a new dream and something T.E. White has been compelled to do. The ultimate goal is to entertain you and create provocative thoughts in your head. The fantasy is to create stories you love. Hopefully all will be achieved. When not writing, T.E. White can be found daydreaming about new stories, watching fantastic TV shows/movies, or spending time with family.

If you would like to connect, please use these links below.

Website http://www.tewhite.net
Twitter: @TEWhiteAuthor
              

Excerpt #1
Gavin asked, “Who’s the redhead you’ve been staring at all night?
My eyes shifted from the captivating creature back to my best mate who sported a smirk having caught me watching her. She was stunning with hair almost the same color as her strawberry colored lips, which contrasting sharply with her porcelain skin. Stupefied with lust, I was mesmerized by her barely revealed yet Venus Flytrap cleavage, intoxicating to look at but deadly to the heart.
“I don’t know her,” I said simply.
In the nearly four years I’d spent at St. Mary’s College of Maryland, a small private honors college on a stretch of remote eastern shore, I’d never seen her before. And I didn’t get the vibe she was local. According to Gavin, some high schools were larger in student population than our school. So it was odd our paths hadn’t crossed and I knew I would remember a face like hers.
“Why don’t you go talk to her before she thinks you’re some creepy stalker or you can take on Cruella for the night?” He laughed to himself at his joke about the girl who just passed us.
I tipped the beer I’d been nursing all night to my lips and took a long swallow. “Mind your business Gav.”
He chuckled. “No way some chick has you caught all up and you haven’t even said one word to her. This is priceless. In three and a half years, no one had you this wound up.”
I might have been coiled tight because my pants were uncomfortably tight. Any more pressure and I might just jizz. It had been too long since I’d gotten laid and I didn’t have difficulty getting any. That wasn’t the problem at all. I was just particular and choosy. It was important to maintain a low profile, as a Senator’s son. Tonight, the redhead in question was the reason I was all worked up. The trouble was she didn’t appear the type for a one night shag. And that was all I had to offer. Yet, I found myself walking in her direction.

Excerpt #2
A riptide of emotions clamped down on my throat rendering me unable to speak. I wanted to reach for Reagan’s hand before I let my own fall away. Stunned, I’d been unable to do anything but stare at the mouths that had continued to speak. However, the ringing in my ear prevented me from hearing a coherent word.
A single ember burned a chasm down my cheek. The blazing hot tear was as unfamiliar as it was appropriate given the situation. My world had burned to ash with the things said and not said in that room.
I felt like a foreigner while the walls moved in on me like a house of card ready to fall. Claustrophobia had set in and finally I faced the woman behind me. 
“Don’t,” I said, watching Reagan’s horror. She gazed at me like I was a monster. The stranger reflected in her eyes wasn’t me. “Please.” It was almost pathetic how I pleaded. How the mighty had fallen. I felt their pity and scorned them for it.
                            
One woman had made me weak and I hated it and didn’t care all at the same time. She was it for me. If somehow they succeeded in poisoning her with their blasphemy, I would live my life a lonely and broken man. No way could I survive without her.

Release Day Blitz: Saving Abel by Gina Whitney




Title: Saving Abel (Rocker Series: One)
Author: Gina Whitney
Genre: Erotica BDSM

Blurb:
Abel Gunner, the lead singer of the band Lethal Abel, is what beautiful nightmares are made of. His gritty, melodic rasp threatens to rip your heart out of your chest and leave you gasping for the very breath he robbed you of. His kisses, detonating on impact, leave you ruined. Abel is also a Dom, and his appetite for seduction is legendary and intense. After a chance encounter with Gia, his need to dominate this woman increases tenfold. He wants to consume her, merge with her, and never leave her body.
Abel's emerald eyes touch the deepest part of Gia's soul in a way that terrifies her. She fears he can see her secret. Lies, guilt, and betrayal lay beneath her skin, and she's terrified of being exposed. How will Gia ever begin to explain? She doesn't believe she's worthy of him, and her greatest fear is that her carefully guarded heart will be shattered. However, she finds herself unable to deny this rogue tattooed rocker whose kisses just might ruin her.
Author Bio:

Gina Whitney grew up reading Judy Blume, and Nancy Drew books. She was raised in the town of North Valley Stream, New York(Long Island)and attended community college for fashion design. At 19 she opened a boutique. She recently published her first paranormal romance novel Blood Ties. When she's not writing, she's hanging with family and friends. She shares a home with her wonderful son’s PJ and Drew, and their 200lb Mastiff Hercules. She currently lives in Massapequa, New York. Reading has always been a passion and obsession. You can usually find her typing furiously while shouting obscenities over her latest work. She also enjoys a good laugh, being snarky, espresso, and above all steamy swooning angst filled novels. She's pathologically obsessed with True Blood(Eric ;), Games of Thrones, Borgias, Vampire Diaries and Originals. You can also find her chatting it up with readers on Facebook.


Links:
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7093718.Gina_Whitney
Twitter: https://twitter.com/ginamwhitney
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Gina-Whitney/e/B00DWDU1KG/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
                                                                             Prologue
   The night

On ecru initialed paper the understanding was brutally clear…You’re to be blindfolded and waiting on your knees for your master. I reread a couple of times, my hands shaking with both fear of the unknown and excited to be delivered to brink of aching pleasure. Man, I was fucked! Folding the note in half, perfectly seaming the edges thoughtfully, musings of biting off more than I can chew swirled cyclonically…causing fluttering in my stomach to mount to upchuck levels. Picking up the Hermes silk scarf, I gentled it along my cheek before breathing in his alpha scent. Him. My eyes closed on their own accord…heart beating in concert with my pussy.  My clit charged and was primed already with my sweet ambrosia. The inner demonness scratching the surface of my psyche, relentlessly thrashing against confinement. Twirling around in a sexual dream-state, my eyes took in floor to ceiling windows—lush drapes pulled back. Gasping heavily… hand on my heart trying to keep the fucker in there. Was he planning to take me in the open—voyeur delight?  I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Then again this was about surrendering. A place my control had no say in. On the left was a free standing bar. His guitar leaning against it.  Crystal decanters lined the top. Amber colored courage called to my parched throat. Begging, needing something to quell the tremors that plagued my body. I couldn’t. Could I?  Or was that breaking the rules? I couldn’t afford to piss him off nor did I want to. I wanted to please him. Hand over the keys to my soul for him to take up occupancy. I needed to take purchase of the prime piece of real-estate—his heart. Old demons plagued my thoughts with their clever mind tricks. Fighting their way to the surface—sneering that I would lose the man I’d come to love because of my deceitful heart. The mother of all motherfucking Karmas was going to bite my ass—hard. I needed to lock these incessant nauseating thoughts where they belonged…behind a door that had no moral key and slam it shut.
Looking to my left, a fire raged stunningly in a pastoral styled fireplace. Crackling embers radiated warmth to nurture my body. Perfect spot! Unbuttoning my pants and blouse letting them both pool at my feet…my bra and panties followed. The heat of the flames licked my skin helping gentle the goose bumps that stepped forward across my body. Double-knotting the scarf, I lowered to my knees, thankful for plush carpet. I sent a silent bid of gratitude upwards. God had no place here today. On this day, I would be rejoicing, reveling and partaking in rituals practiced by heathens. Tempering my breathing, I repeated Namaste over and over until a shiver redirected my attention to the door. Searching my mind to identify its source, the squeak of the door knob stopped all thought process—and thinking.  His innate maleness seeped into my pores, cocooning my skin in his alpha scent—marking my heart as his. Instantly, my body recognized him. An unwilling groan escaped, making my nether region clench in anticipation. He chuckled.
~~~
"Very good. I see you followed my directions flawlessly. I see that beautiful pussy’s shaved bare for me. This pleases me Gia. And you will see how much very shortly. But, are you ready for your Master?  If I part your folds will you be slick and hot for me?"
His warm breath tickled my ear. My mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish out of water, until I finally croaked out, (no paragraph)"Um, yes. I um. I believe so, Abel.”  Christ why am I reduced to a stuttering adolescent? He's fucking dangerous and hot that's why! Stealing myself, I needed to women the fuck up and show him who I am. Palming my chin out, he spoke gruffly.
“Love, when we’re in this setting I am your God…bringer of pleasure and pain.” He released me, clearly awaiting a response of praise.
“Yes Sir. I understand perfectly.” I affirmed. My body chilled knowing the moment he stepped away. The ring of the crystal decanter signaled loudly in the air. Rolling shutters had me clenching—hard. Moments ticked by at a snail’s pace and I wanted to rip my hair out. Frustration built as he took his time leaving me in a vulnerable position. He swallowed his drink before padding back over in my direction and bringing that delicious signature scent of his - musk and something wild I couldn’t put my finger on.
“I’m going to taste you now.” He quantified.
What? Christ on a motherfuckin cross. Two thick fingers teased my clit round and round, spreading my silky juices along my seam and preparing for his invasion. I held my breath. What else could I do?
“You smell like you want to be fucked.” He smiled appreciatively.” Breathe Gia. Your God would like to sample you. I want to commit your taste to memory. Savor you on my tongue. Swallow your goodness.” He rasped leaning into my ear.
I wanted to scream just do it already! His beard scruffed against my face…leaving his mouth against my ear. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Every swallow. Was mine hear. I had a front row seat to an erotic movie that I starred in. Holding my shoulder firmly with his left hand, he roughly entered my opening. One breath in. One long breath out.  Fingering me with precision…two fingers in me and his thumb on my trigger. I ground against his palm.
“You will not come. Yet. Stay still or I’ll stop.” He stated sternly. .  
Well that did it! I needed release and I needed it now. Fuck. Squeezing my eyes tightly, I was thankful for the blind-fold. He had to see how challenging this was for me. With a final stretching thrust he vacated my pussy. The heady juice permeated the air…releasing another gush of wetness. His sucking sound ended with a loud pop, followed by a growl of approval.
“Taste.” He fisted my hair driving his fingers into my open mouth.
“Taste how sweet your pussy is?” He queried.
I had the perfect opportunity to bring him to his knees. My tongue languidly snaked its way around his fingers, sucking greedily any remaining ambrosia—with my own kickass resounding pop. Umm…purring my contentment.  
A seismic roar rumbled its way free from his alpha chest. Oh, he was affected. Breaking dominant control momentarily—he lunged forward. Fisting my hair, his tongue forced my mouth open. Damn this Dom. My lungs fought for air as my hands braced against his muscled chest…alive with the vibrations from the beast tethered within—Abel. Dizziness threatening to take me under. Pulling air into my nose I took a breath. He didn’t let up. Apparently, my survival was to be damned while he consumed me from the inside out. My brain had only registered oxygen. Now I needed to return his kiss. My hands found their way up his neck into his thick hair. Fist full of hair…I pulled. He answered my call with his masterful tongue and gnashing teeth. Needing his cock in my pussy now, I reached for it, feeling its thick steeliness through his jeans. He gently removed my hands. Disappointed, I lowered my head but took the opportunity to nourish my blood with oxygen. He forced my hands behind my back. I sat on the back of my knees to steady myself.
“You have to earn that, Babe. You haven’t earned my cock yet. And he has a bigger ego than I do.” He laughed low and deep as he stood, leaving me again.
Was he serious? His dick had an ego?
Shuffling of drawers opening and closing to my left had me turning my head in that direction. My legs tingled with anticipation and lack of activity. I hoped I wasn’t going to be on my knees too much longer. The loud snap of something caught my immediate attention causing me to lick my dry lips and swallow the golf ball sized knot as I readied myself. Sweet smelling leather assailed my senses.
Do you know what the Cat of nine tails is, Gia?” He asked.
Thanks to Google, my ignorance for basic BDSM wouldn’t be apparent. I schooled my quickly
in the tricks of the trade like knots, whips, and positions 101.
“Yes Sir. A traditionally favored whip with nine separate tails.” I rejoined, quirking a smile. I awaited his answer which came in the form of him running the tails along my breasts…down to my pussy… and snapping my clit to attention. Over and over again my body became acquainted with this new form of torture. With legs shaking, I thrust myself off of them into an upright position, hoping this little exercise would stop this embarrassing bodily display of minor earthquakes. No such luck. My body wanted to surrender to its Master as my wreathing ratcheted to panic-attack levels. An explosion of epic proportions was near tilt. Whack…the leather sliced across my behind. Ow…fuck me!
“Not nearly yet sweetheart. That nice shade of red on your ass is making me hard as fuck though.” He countered.
Well that’s not how I really meant it, but that’s exactly what I wanted right the fuck now. He was turned on. And that turned me on. If his lash marks on my skin do it for him—then so be it.
“I want to taste you, Master. It’s only fair.” I practically whined. Throw me a fucking bone. This BDSM shit was killing me. I’m not a patient person by nature, so, I deserved a reward for the restraint I’ve been practicing today. The sound of his zipper lowering had my full attention. The lava started to trickle down my legs again.
“Is this what you want pretty girl?” He stepped up smearing his pre-cum on my lips.
I moaned embarrassingly loud.  “Yes! More!” I demanded. He presented his cock to my tongue this time. My tongue stroked something unfamiliar. Was it a piercing? Bracing myself on his thick thighs, I fished for the object. Yep, he was pierced. Fuck me.
Expertly I lavished it with my tongue paying homage to this rock God. Maybe his cock deserved its own zip code? This was a local I wanted to move to…like now. Pushing forward I sought his engorged bell. Licking, flickering and tonguing at break-neck speed to the best of my ability. He roared. He ripped the scarf freeing my eyes from their prison. Site was returned. Though, I couldn’t see a fucking thing. Squinting I looked up towards his beautiful face. His face twisted in agony. He needed release. Eyes sparking with warning. His thread-like hold on reality virtually nonexistent. A sardonic smile pulled to his lips as he continued stroking his cock. Up. Down. Up. Twist. Down. Release. Up. Twist. Down. Release. His left hand squeezed his tightened sack roughly. Eyes glistening. His tongue snaked out to wet his plump lips. Sooty lashed eyes closed for a moment and he blew out a long breath…battling for control. I gulped—hard. Something sparkly caught my upturned eyes bringing my gaze back to his sack.
“Like what you see, Babe?” He smiled proudly. His stance was powerful and mighty.
It was then I noticed his tatted dick. Whoa. I didn’t have the time to even comprehend what art graced his gorgeous cock. I’ll come back to that. I was visually over-stimulated. Tilting my head awkwardly left then right. What even was that? I wasn’t naive. I knew there were guys who pierced the head of their dick. Shit. One was right in front of me. But, all along the underside of his cock? Can’t say I ever saw that or even heard of that before.
“It’s called frenum loops, Babe. The one through my head is an Apadravya. You’ll be thanking me soon for it.” His toothy smile made me blush at my naiveté. He took my lip-licking as a signal for further teachings of How to suck Abel’s cock 101.
“Relax. Open real wide. Get it nice and wet.” He instructed.
Relaxing my gag reflex, I readied my throat for his invasion. Not only did I have to worry about his girth, but his hardware as well. My mouth was desert dry. I pursed my  lips to conjure up enough saliva to get the job done. The wide tip of his cock made its way past my lips, wetting a groan from me of appreciation for this male. Lavishing the small beads of pre-come on my tongue…relishing his heady taste. God damn. His hooded eyes caught mine as I acquiesced. I closed my eyes and sucked his head hard with a quick swirl around his Apadravya. I spit into my palm pumping his cock once. Twice. A throaty groan made my clit swell. I loved his male sounds. I knew I was doing this right. I wanted more. More of him. More of that noise. Widening my mouth even further I took his cock deeply. Paying close attention to his frenulum loops,  I concentrated on them with my tongue. The jingling within my mouth had me shuttering. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Tongue. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. Up. Down. Twist. Suck. Gag. His fingers found their home…deeply embedded in my scalp, the pain causing my eyes to mist. Licking from base to tip, I was on repeat. His eyes watched me intently. Appreciatively.
Though, I didn’t always see him watching me, I knew he was. One final swirling suck later,  I let my lips pop loudly. Jerking sounds of wetness aloud. I tried the impossible. To swallow him. Breathing through my nose, I watched. He watched. I swallowed. The thickness of his cock swelling was all the indication I needed. He was ready to blow—hard. My throat relaxed and opened to accommodate his girth further. Abel hissed his thankfulness by thrusting deeply. Once. Twice. Three times. He growled loudly face fucking me into oblivion. Surprising even myself…I swallowed his gift of spicy goodness humming my appreciation to this deity. Swallowing it down and suck-tonguing his Apadravya. I inwardly smiled, milking every last drop of his elixir.            
With a final groan, I fell back and let the fibers of the rug absorb my fatigue. Mentally and physically I was wiped out. I rubbed my fingers through the filaments trying to desperately sooth my restless soul. At that moment, I didn’t care where he was or what he was doing. His gentle fingers caressed my cheek. I closed my eyes savoring his warm touch.
“Oh, Babe we’re not done. Come, I’ll carry you to my bedroom.” He bent and scooped me up. Swaddled in his arms, his hooded eyes caught mine. A few long strides and we were in his bedroom where he gently laid me on his king-sized bed and stepped back.
“I’m gonna take a quick shower. Join me?” He motioned with his hand to the bathroom in not so subtle invitation.
“Nah, I’m good here for now. You go. If I change my mind I’ll find you.” She watched him carefully not sure how he would react to denying him.
His eyes darkened as if he had never been denied before. He nodded and left through the en-suite. Raising myself up to my forearms I took in his room. So this is his room here. Monochromatic black and white made up a majority of his palate choice aside from his poppy red silk shantung comforter. Everything was simple…yet elegant. It was clear to me that Abel sought home comforts and swathed the hotel room with his possessions. I guess a life on the road was a lonely one. Cocooning myself in the lush bedding. There was no better place. And his scent. Lord above if I could bottle his essence I’d be a wealthy chick.  Grabbing his pillow I brought it to my nose inhaling his heady alpha scent. A groan escaped and my clit was beyond engorged—needing release. I needed to steal this pillow.
“Enjoying yourself?” His voice caught me off guard.  I cursed inwardly when I saw his smile reach his eyes. Busted. He abruptly reached for my legs and pulled me across the bed. Holy shit. His eyes alit with mischief as he pulled until my bottom was at the end of the bed. Lying there naked, I started to feel self-conscience so I turned to grab the edge of the comforter.
“Don’t hide your body from me, Gia. Spread your legs for me. I want to see what’s mine. I want to taste your nectar.” He commands. And I obey my spreading my legs. When he doesn’t respond, I get anxious. There’s a mirror on the wall next to the bed and I can see my reflection. What a turn on. Me watching him—us. His eyes visually devouring my pussy. He removes his towel from his waist and turns to see me watching tentatively through the mirror. He grabbed hold of his thick cock, stroking, smiling and watched me for a good long ass minute. This is one big mind fuck and I’m barely holding my own. My blood boiled watching his erotic exhibition. Boy was he a showman. He knelt down and seizing both thighs pulling them back into a V across my chest. The image of us in the mirror is suggestive. He pressed his nose along my pussy—inhaling deeply.
“You’ve got such a pretty pussy, Gia. I’m a man starved for this pussy. When I’m done, I’m going to fuck you like the devil. My cock will be everything you’ve wished for, Babe.” He winked.
Cocky motherfucker. Holding my legs in place he dives face first into my pussy pushing his tongue deep into me…growling…devouring. The sounds of him sucking, licking and nipping my pussy had my muscles locking up. I reached for his hair. I needed to touch him. I wanted to hold his head to my pussy until I was good and ready to let go.
“, Put your damn hands above your head or I will tie you to the bed.” He growled.
I acquiesced. I would fucking die or kill someone if he stopped. Oh, God, don’t stop.
“God has no place here, Babe.” His voice was demonic.
Did I just say that aloud? Never lifting his face from his meal. He pushed my knees almost flush to my chest lathering his face in my juice. Oh, God. Growling, biting and sucking were sounds I would never forget. He was feral. Possessed. Using two fingers, his index finger fucking me as he sucked my clit. My legs shaking with deep vibrations, I started to rock my hips. Twisting the comforter in my hands, I began to scream for my release. He didn’t stop. I barely registered the rumbling from his chest as I floated back down to earth. My eyes now opening to a savage beast. He leaned over to bite my inner thing. I yelped in surprise. He stood tall and proud stroking his long thick massive cock. His face still glistening with my cum Nothing registered to this alpha. He had one thing on his mind and that was sinking his gorgeous cock into my soaked pussy.
“You want this cock now, Babe? He spoke through gritted teeth.  Still stroking his cock he spit in his hand. Fucking hell.
“Please, Abel. I want you now.” I begged. I needed him now.
“Need to hear you say it, Babe. Tell me you want me to sink my cock deep into you.” He whispered, his voice barely audible.
The grit in his voice had me wanting to grab his dick and fuck myself with it. He was watching me closely, his control threadbare.
“Abel, fuck me with that big gorgeous cock of yours. Grind that piercing over my clit.” I hissed. That did it! He couldn’t wait another minute—neither could I. He teased the entrance with the head of his cock agonizingly slow, paying special attention to my clit with his Apadravya. Back and forth. Round and round. The pressure mounted. I couldn’t stand another second of the exquisite torture. I leaned forward and grabbed his cock—hard.
“Stop fucking with me and take me already.” I hissed out my plea. He answered by feeding me his cock one motherfucking inch at a time.
“I have to loosen you up a bit. I can’t go balls deep yet. Let me work myself in there. Love my girl greedy for my cock. Have me harder than fucking stone.” He spoke growled breathlessly. Leaning over me his eyes hooded he fed me his delicious scorching cock. He leaned down over my face, arms at either side of my head. His warm breath humming in my ear. His hand reached down to stroke my clit.
“Come on, Babe. Open for me.” He rumbled. Thrusting a bit harder and quicker I felt my body opening up for this mythical creature. My eyes closed tightly and I tried to wrap my legs around his waist to lock him into place.
“Not yet, Babe. I haven’t worked in my rings yet. I’ll tell you when you need to hang on.” He nipped my ear.
I sighed. Fuck, I thought he was all the way in. Christ, I’m not built for this kind of torment. I reached down to his butt cheeks and clamped down with my hands…pulling him deeper to me. He corkscrewed his ass over and over. I screamed my pleasure.
“That’s it, Mama. Scream for me. You’ll be doing a lot more of that.” He proclaimed.
Biting my lip to stay present and not float away…I took a mental screenshot of this moment. I felt so full. My walls stretched to accommodate his girth. Each thrust he sank deeper. And I fell a little harder. Yeah I was fucked. Literally. The sound of my blood pumping through my veins roared in my ears. I couldn’t tell if it was my breaths or his. It was a hodgepodge of ecstasy. He reached his hand over pinning them above my head.
“Arch your back for me, Babe, and spread those pretty legs nice and wide. I’m going to own this pussy right the fuck now.” He gritted out. I did as he asked completely submitting. After all this was what he asked for. Complete and utter submission.
“That’s it, Babe. Offer me that sweet cunt.” He whispered. How did he make my least favorite word sound like a fucking sonnet? I felt so incredible—so alive. Our bodies in tune with one another. Rutting rhythmically in a crescendo of lust. His frenulum rings hitting spots I’ve never sensed before. He manipulated my body with expert precision. I regarded his handsome face relishing beautiful man on top of me. His eyes bore into me with stealth precision. Looking directly into my soul. He smiled wickedly kissing me deeply. Arrogant prick. Yeah, he knew he was the best ride in town. Fuck me. Grinding my heels into the mattress to get better leverage I met him thrust for thrust. He moved his fingers from my clit. His other hand still pinning my arms above my head and pushed my right thigh up from under my knee. Hitting a whole new angle I lost it. Screaming his name…my pussy clenched and squeezed his cock. Jack hammering me a few good thrusts I felt his head swell further. He released my hands rushing to his knees. After a few long strokes of his dick, his hot thick ropes painted my tits and stomach with his come. Yeah, he was an artist all right. His eyes were closed—mouth parted. His breathing hurried—body still. He looked like a fucking God—absolutely stunning. I will never get this image out of my head.
He opened his eyes finally…to see his handiwork. Abel watched me closely. I smiled in post coital bliss. Blissed the fuck out. He leaned over and on top of me kissing me with his full lips, coaxing my mouth open with his talented wicked tongue. Not caring about the fact that his come was smeared all over is body. Most men would mind. But, he wasn’t most men.  I accepted with a moan. He kissed me for a long while until sleep drew me under. I slept without dreams…just a piece of colorful pastel swirls. If I had any conscience thought it felt much akin to Alice and the rabbit hole. My body enveloped in his scent marking me right down to the bone. I would forever be his…whether he knew it or not. His to control. His to do with as he wished. His to consume…eating away at my very soul. I was in that deep. My veins ran with his essence—fuelling nourishment my body craved. His melodic gritty voice carried me to the surface of conciseness. It was faint, but spoke to my heart—awakening me. I opened my eyes…seeking him out. He was singing an acapella version of…? What song was that? I knew it wasn’t one of Lethal Abel’s. I listened keenly…searching for any frame of reference. Oh, I knew now!  It was his version of Katy Perry’s Dark Horse. His version had an edge to it. Nonetheless, it was beautiful.  And more importantly it was quintessential Abel. He mastered everything he did. It was on his terms.
Make me your cubid
Make me your one and only
But don’t make me your enemy, your enemy, your enemy
So you wanna play with magic
Girl, you should know what you’re falling for
Baby, do you dare to do this?
Cause I’m coming at you like a dark horse
Are you ready for a perfect storm, a perfect storm?
Cause once you’re mine, there’s no going back…
Oh, God. His version of reality was quickly becoming mine. I laid back down and let his voice pull me back under again…swathing me in his gravely tones—carrying me to him.


Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Blog Tour: Beautiful Lies by Gina Whitney: Review



Title: Beautiful Lies
Author: Gina Whitney        
Genre: Erotic Romance

Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Rating: 4/5 Stars

Synopsis:

Enigmatic Cameron Sterling is quickly rising through the ranks at New York’s most prestigious and corrupt law firm Wotherspoon and Associates. He has willfully avoided any meaningful personal relationships and is content to casually hook up with Becky, a young woman who fancies herself as his actual girlfriend. As a child, Cam witnessed his father murder his mother, and this was the genesis of his relationship-avoidance issue. The only thing he cares about now is becoming a partner at Wotherspoon and Associates. Cam is obsessed with the promotion and will not let anything—or anyone—stand in his way.

But when Cam crosses paths with Lilly Amsel, a fashion model, the edges of his well laid plans begin to fray. At first, Cam is unimpressed by Lilly’s exaggerated effervescence and entitled air. However, he is taken aback by her incredible beauty—legs as long as an Amazon’s, silky honeyed-hair, and blazing body. This undeniable physical attraction disturbs Cam on all levels, leaving him intrigued by Lilly and wanting to get away from her at the same time. 

Lilly is strongly aroused by Cam’s moody presence. His dark, erotic looks and heady scent ignite long-dormant embers of wanton desire buried deep within her. Practically hypnotized, she finds her body reacting in the most surprising and carnal of ways. However, the two separate and never expect to see each other again, but somehow they manage to still linger on each other. Lilly’s larger-than-life persona that Cam initially encountered is a sham, though. It is a well-crafted costume that masks deeply rooted insecurity and an unfortunate dependence on prescription drugs. This stems from a horrifically abusive childhood that she is trying desperately, and unsuccessfully, to forget. Her mediocre modeling career was the perfect vehicle for her to escape that tumult and simultaneously receive acceptance and praise. It did not matter to Lilly that the kudos were based on superficial assumptions. She was still almost satisfied with the result and what modeling could not fix, the drugs could. 

Enthrallment and lust have other plans, though. Despite their best efforts to stay apart, Cam and Lilly come back together and embark on a tempestuous affair. For both of them, a torrid weekend getaway in the mountains unleashes years of pent-up sexual frustration and destroys inhibitions. Cam has no problem taking charge as he relishes Lilly’s delicious inner nectar. Again and again, Cam delivers Lilly pleasure she has never known before, leaving her trembling as she reclaims the goddess within.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Blog Tour: The Luthier's Apprentice by Mayra Calvani: Promo



Title: The Luthier’s Apprentice
Author: Mayra Calvani       
Genre: YA Paranormal Fantasy

Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours

Promo blurb:

Niccolò Paganini (1782-1840), one of the greatest violinists who ever lived and rumored to have made a pact with the devil, has somehow transferred unique powers to another…  

When violinists around the world mysteriously vanish, 16-year-old Emma Braun takes notice.  But when her beloved violin teacher disappears… Emma takes charge. With Sherlock Holmes fanatic, not to mention gorgeous Corey Fletcher, Emma discovers a parallel world ruled by an ex-violinist turned evil sorceress who wants to rule the music world on her own terms. 

But why are only men violinists captured and not women? What is the connection between Emma's family, the sorceress, and the infamous Niccolò Paganini?  

Emma must unravel the mystery in order to save her teacher from the fatal destiny that awaits him.  And undo the curse that torments her family—before evil wins and she becomes the next luthier's apprentice…


Author bio:

Award-winning author Mayra Calvani has penned over ten books for children and adults in genres ranging from picture books to nonfiction to paranormal fantasy novels. She’s had over 300 articles, short stories, interviews and reviews published in magazines such as The WriterWriter’s Journal and Bloomsbury Review, among others. A native of San Juan, Puerto Rico, she now resides in Brussels, Belgium.
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