Friday, September 19, 2014

Wicked Takeover by Tina Donahue ~ Out Now!


by Tina Donahue

She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.

Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate job, her long-absent father just left her a struggling tattoo parlor along with the virile dude who runs it. Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and inked biceps. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash.
Dante sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance. He recognizes the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.
Carnal games that seduce them until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.

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Growling, Dante not only participated, he fucking claimed her, slipping his arm around her waist, holding her tight enough that Lauren knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
Oh hell yeah. She moaned wantonly. He delivered more pleasure, his tongue pushing hers aside so his could fill her mouth. The scent of coffee lingered on his breath. His skin smelled clean and musky. Lauren sagged into him.
He got all protective and possessive, tensing his arm to support her weight. With his free hand, Dante cupped her boob, his passion matching hers. There wasn’t a bit of hesitation or tenderness, only pure hungry male as he squeezed the soft swell of her breast then thumbed her nipple, making the tip so tight it hurt. The ache felt good. Needed. Lauren opened her mouth even more, her tongue dancing with his. She ground her pussy against his cock. 
They made hungry, shameless sounds that fueled their desire, their kiss going from out of control to beyond anything Lauren had experienced with another man. She dragged her fingers over his shoulders, down his biceps then around to his back, greedy to touch as much of him as she could. Dante was the same, his hands roaming everywhere, not content to settle on one part of her.
Finally, he pulled his mouth free and lifted his face to the ceiling. His chest pressed against Lauren’s as he gulped air.
She stared at his Adam’s apple, transfixed at the way it bobbed with his hard swallow. The shadow of beard on his throat was hotter than sin. Lauren licked those short dark hairs and suckled his neck.
A lewd noise rumbled from Dante, mingling with the music. The Spanish guitars were gone, replaced with a sultry Cuban beat that spoke of tropical nights, fevered kisses and balmy air scented with sex.
Lauren’s ears buzzed. She pressed closer.
Dante whispered something in Spanish that she didn’t understand. Didn’t matter. His actions spoke volumes.
He cupped her ass and pulled her into his rock-hard cock that surely demanded a soft, heated pussy. The ends of his hair brushed her neck as he trailed kisses from her cheek to her temple then to her ear. After licking her lobe, he snuggled his tongue inside.
A shock of desire tore so ruthlessly through Lauren she wilted against Dante, wanting every intimate and carnal act that he’d be willing to share with her.
For now, he concentrated on her throat, suckling it. Ohhhh. Bursts of heat and crazy good sensations had her gasping in pleasure. Gripping his tee, she twisted the stretchy fabric in her fists, wanting to tear it from him.
Dante pressed his mouth to her ear and whispered, “You all right?”
Too lost in the moment to speak, Lauren nodded.
“Good.” Far more swiftly than she would have imagined, he pulled her away from the wall and slung her over his shoulder.
Lauren yelped and gripped his ass for support. His solid muscles flexed beneath her fingers. She let out a crude, wanting moan.
Despite her weight, Dante strode down the hall easily, heading toward the backroom. Visions of melting Dove bars filled Lauren’s brain. She murmured, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” He ran his hand over her ass, his thumb on her cleft. “Yet.”
Her pussy got even wetter. She dropped her head and bit her lip at the sweet scent of his tee and the fragrance of pure man beneath.
His steps slowed when he’d reached his workstation. He carried her inside and kicked the door closed. The sharp sound of metal hitting metal told her he’d locked it. With that finished, he set Lauren on her feet.
Unsteady, she staggered back. Dante gripped her wrist to keep her from falling.
She stared at him. He stared at her. This was really happening. The thought was so welcome and outrageous the room lurched.
Dizzy, Lauren lowered her face.
Dante stroked her wrist. “You’re sure you’re okay.”
She’d never be that way again, not after knowing him. Thankfully, she’d have some dynamite memories once this was over, which it would be. Lying, Lauren nodded.
Dante released her wrist.
She felt the loss of his touch and heat immediately, wanting it back. Lifting her chin, Lauren spoke in the firmest voice she could muster. “I’m ready for anything.”
Bring. It. On.
“Oh yeah?” His smile turned wolfish. “Get naked.”


Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.


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Sunday, September 14, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - Week Two

It's week two already. Whew! The games this week have had some great moments, some messy ones and some great quotes!!! Absolutely. But before we get to this week's quotes, let's get to the Honorable Mentions!

"Nice slant."
When she bends over like that, it is a nice view.

"Stunt inside here."
Is this a nickname?

"Both going down on the same play."
Sounds like play by play for dating.

"A nice pair to draw to."
Someone's talking about a lady's chest. Or a guy's balls.

"Incredibly mobile."
She does get around.

Snicker. I've gotten a little dirtier this time around, but to be fair...they were dirty this week, too. Here are the quotes of the week!

"One guy trying to get him just doesn't work."
Yes, he gets into multiples.

"Come around and come around."
Okay, we got the point...twice.

"Riding it out."
And she loved every minute of it.

"Pretty much straight up."
Now we're discussing positions.

"Isn't it nice to have a tight end like that?"
Yes, it is.

"A little looper."
Um...what did he DO with it?

"Dumped it right in behind him."
Snort. Pictures please?

And now for the Doozy of the Week...Yeah, they went there.

"These guys are brilliant pros."
Well, I'd certainly hope so. That's what they get paid the big bucks for. 

My Bengals won 24-10 against the Falcons. It was a hard-fought battle with a few injuries, but a win is a win. 2 and 0 looks pretty darn good.

Thanks for reading and stay turned for next week's quotes. :-)

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
via Wikimedia Commons

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Caption This!

Week four brings us a statue. I love statuary. This one definitely has a story to tell. What do you think? Caption this!

"7 Athlet - Neues Palais Sanssouci Steffen Heilfort" by Steffenheilfort - Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

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Monday, September 8, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week One!

I kinda goofed up and thought preseason had one more week, but I was mistaken. The last of the preseason games came and went. This week marks the first week of the regular season, so now it gets important. The quotes also get even funnier. Grin.

Here are the Honorable Mentions from the last of the preseason games:

"Great ball handling."
And we can tell he loves that ball handling.

"Good synchronization."
All the tally whackers in a row at the same time!

"Been all rams in this game."
Head-butting has come into the picture...interesting.

"Can step up and just drill it."
As long as someone likes it, then it's all good. 

And now for those quotes of the week. Some of these are real rib-ticklers!

"A little explosion on the outside."
That means he came early and made a mess.

"Comes underneath."
Well, maybe it was easier to clean up...

"Nice to have a bigger back end in there."
Yes, smaller sometimes just doesn't do.

"Gotta hang in there and get it off."
Sometimes it takes a little longer to get it off. I tell you, it's worth the wait. 

"He is thick and strong."
Wow. Dog gone! Pictures, please?

"Big stud back."
Again, I say wow. I want to see this one!

It's time for the Doozy of the Week. I couldn't believe this one when I heard it and had to rewind about five times. Yep, I did.

"Big, gaping hole up the middle."
On the outset, it's not bad. There was a place up the middle of the field to run and gain yardage. In my slightly off-kilter mind, it was really pervy. I imagined this big hole charging up the middle and the players shouting, come back here hole! Come back!

New this week!!
The Factoid of the Week:

Ralph Wilson, co-founder of the NFL (National Football League) and the Buffalo Bills passed away in 2013.

The Bengals won this week, 23-16 and that's not shabby. Against the Ravens, too, which means a boost in the division. We've got a good chance this year, but we can't get too cocky. Goooooooo Bengals!!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
via Wikimedia Commons

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Release Blitz for Mustang Maddy by Kacey Hammell

Mustang Maddy
Revved & Ready Book 2
By Kacey Hammell
Contemporary Erotica
ISBN 9780987799326

Grey Burkhardt is an expert at a lot of things—including keeping his feelings for Madison Evans in check. Sexy as sin and sweet as honey, she's always revved his engine. But she's his next door neighbor. No way is he going to muck up friendly neighborhood relations just to satisfy the heat simmering between them.

Madison has never seen anything sexier than the tricked out GT Mustang Grey has been keeping under wraps—other than the glint of danger and intrigue in his eyes when he offers her a ride. Now is her chance to act on the deep passion she’s harbored for him because this might be her one shot at taking control.

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He cleared his throat and stepped closer. “You know, Mads, watching you fawn over my car, stroking her, makes me hot. I can hear every breath you take and sigh you release over her. It’s sexy as hell.”
She stood still as he moved in even closer, wedging her between him and the rear window. Thoughts of getting in the car fled as her heart raced. The hunger in his eyes called to her, her body craved it, wanted it.
She couldn’t deny herself any longer.
Leaning back against the car, she smirked. “I like appreciating great things. And to be honest, Mustangs turn me on. A lot.”
They said confession was good for the soul. Maddy was certain she’d just cleansed hers and there would be no going back.
Her palms flattened on the doors behind her. “The feel of the metal, and the pulse that emanates off the surface even when they’re not running…mmm. Everything in me comes alive whenever I see these muscled beauties.”
Grey lifted his arms, bracketing her in. “You’re one of the hottest chicks I know. No other woman has ever turned me on so much by talking about cars. You know, I’ve watched you—in a non-stalker way of course—for a long time now.”
Thrilled, Maddy’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you going to do with me now that I’m here?” What possessed her to ask, she had no idea, but the need and the desire in his gaze, aimed at her, called to all her sexual instincts. There was no way she could walk away now.
He aligned his body with hers, his eyes hooded as he gazed down at her. She surrendered to the headiness of this man, the pulsing rhythms of her body and waited with bated breath.
“I’m going to taste you...” Grey tilted his head to the side. All she could do was stare at his lips as they came closer. “ any sexy spot you’ll let me.”
His mouth met hers. Maddy opened to him like a budding flower. Claimed. Possessed. Riotous emotions swirled through her and her mind cleared. This. This type of hunger and excitement she’d been missing with any other man was all she desired. Intense, seductive and thirst to let go and give into the headiest of sexuality.
He eased his tongue into her mouth, gliding along hers, exploring, tasting... Maddy never wanted to break free.
A low moan escaped the back of her throat. She encircled his shoulders, arms pulling him in to stand between her legs.
His hardness behind his shorts pressed against her. Gasping, she broke free from his mouth and laid her head back on the car. He kissed his way down her throat. Her pussy throbbed. Her juices flooded her panties. A shiver raced down her spine. Her fingers clenching against his pecs, Maddy trembled as the exquisite tortures of his lips worshipped her, and his hips rolled his cock against her. His teeth grazed her skin along her shoulders. She widened her stance. Grey moaned as he pushed into her, harder and more aggressive.
Laying his forehead on her shoulder, he breathed deep. “Damn you’re intoxicating.”
Maddy palmed the back of his head, holding him in place as his hips still moved and let sweet agony build. The friction of her panties and shorts against her clit were spectacular. But she needed more.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Caption This!

Week Three of Caption This! I found a sweet one this week. See what you think. How would YOU caption this?

BW Embrace.jpg
"BW Embrace" by Tudor from Guelph, Ontario, Canada - Skin. Licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

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Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Out Now – Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985 #erotica #romance #paranormal #ghost

Out Now – Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse @cw1985 #erotica #romance #paranormal #ghost

Emily arrives at Westbury Hall with a job to do. She’s to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library, preserving them for future generations. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She’d expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. The introductions complete, George leaves Emily in peace to get on with her job. But when a falling photograph sets off a chain reaction of ghostly events, Emily and George are thrown together in order to find out who—or what—is causing them. Their investigation uncovers a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret.

PLEASE NOTE: This is a revised and extended of a previously published title, Love Through Time.


Emily received some strange looks and frowns from the people she passed as she walked across the graveled drive towards the front entrance of Westbury Hall. She could appreciate their confusion. It was closing time for the stately home and the last of the visitors were being politely ushered out of the building, yet she was heading inside. What’s more, she’d been invited. She had a job to do.
An elderly lady stood in the porch smiling and nodding as she held the door open for those departing the property. Most of them seemed in no hurry to leave, stopping to make comments to the woman, thanking her for a lovely visit and so on. Emily waited patiently, allowing the patrons to leave before attempting to get in. When the staff member—most likely a volunteer, Emily thought—caught sight of her, she gave her a polite nod of acknowledgment.
Finally, the last of Westbury Hall’s visitors moved out, leaving Emily free to enter. Climbing the single stone step to the threshold of the front porch, she took the hand that had already been offered to her.
Shaking Emily’s hand with a surprising firmness, the woman said, “You must be Miss Stone.” Her smart appearance and the intelligence in her eyes indicated that despite her advancing age, she was far from past it, “I’m Mrs. Thompson, house supervisor.”
“I am,” replied Emily, dropping her hand back to her side, “but please, call me Emily. It’s lovely to meet you. So, house supervisor? Do you live on site?” Not a volunteer, then, but a paid member of staff.
Indicating Emily should step inside the entrance hall, Mrs. Thompson proceeded to close and lock the porch and front doors of the house, securing them in.
“I do,” the older woman said, turning back to face Emily, “I have rooms in a separate building just off the back of this one. So you needn’t worry about me disturbing you.”
“Oh no,” said Emily, worried she’d inadvertently rubbed Mrs.  Thompson up the wrong way, “I didn’t mean that. I was just curious, that’s all. You’re more than welcome to see me at work, Mrs. Thompson, although I’m afraid you won’t see anything terribly exciting.”
Mrs. Thompson smiled now, the warmth reaching her eyes. Emily almost sagged with relief. She’d yet to see the extent of the work she had to do, but she’d been told it was no easy task, so she could be here for some time. The last thing she needed was to upset any of the staff.
“Oh, you’d be surprised, my dear. This is a fascinating old place. Of course, all these old houses have history, but Westbury Hall’s is particularly rich.”
Emily smiled. The woman’s enthusiasm was infectious. “Well then,” she replied, “I can’t wait to learn more about it. I hope you’ll feed me some historical tidbits throughout the time I’m here?”
Mrs. Thompson gave an enigmatic smile. Then, startling Emily somewhat, she turned smartly on her heel and walked deeper into the house. “Come, my dear, I won’t hold you up any longer. I’ll show you to the library, where you’ll soon start uncovering Westbury’s illustrious history for yourself.”


Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Caption This!

It's week two of Caption This. Are you having fun? I am. Here's week two's picture! 

"Guy under shower" by Ordinary Guy (O.G.) - Flickr. Licensed under CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons.

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Sunday, August 24, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - Preseason, Week Three

This week has been hard for Cleveland area teams. First, the Gladiators, the arena football team, blew the Arena Football version of the Super Cleveland. The Browns showed why they've been nicknamed the Clowns in the past. Sigh. At least the Indians won their games.

But this is about football. Grin. The Bengals aren't playing until the late game, so as of this posting I don't know the score. I'm watching, but I don't know the end score. 

While I'm watching, I'll present the Honorable Mentions.

"Some penetration into the back end."
Code phrase for anal sex.

"Delivers the blow."
That's the one on his or her knees.

"big back bangs it inside the twenty."
Now we're talking about a gangbang.

"Went right to his partner for Thanksgiving day."
That's sweet. 

Now, it's time for the funnies. I love these. 

"Forced it up into triple coverage."
A fourway! Nice!

"A nice hole up the middle."
Usually the hole is good in the middle.

"he does it as well as I've seen from anyone else."
Now we're critiquing the players. Nice.

"Whole host of new receivers this year."
Sounds like the starting line up for porn.

"Gets some sort of chemistry going."
Awww. Another sweet one.

"Gang tackled and thrown to the ground."
He probably liked it. Kink can be good.

Now for that Doozy of the Week...

"Lays down the wood there."
Either he's taking his dick out or he's playing with a toy. Can we watch?

Thanks for reading the Football Funnies for the week. 
On a sad note, this is the last set of games before the cuts to the roster. Some will persevere, but others will be cut. I'm sorry to see you go, but I'm glad to watch you play. 

Come on, Cincy! Let's win ONE preseason game and spank that season so we can get into the post season and win one there, too!!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
via Wikimedia Commons

Thursday, August 21, 2014


Bottles and and bottles. How would a bottle be sexy? Hee hee. According to the folks at Everyday Kinky, the bottle above is really sex. So... do you want to read more stories about kink and this bottle? Head on over to Everyday Kinky to read the other stories, but be sure to read mine first. Grin.

Testing Her Limits, Copyright 2014, Wendi Zwaduk

Meg waited for Master James to return. He'd left her alone in the dungeon room. She wasn't worried. He probably had a window she couldn't see and was watching her. The chill in the space wrapped around her. Her nipples beaded and she shivered. The leather cuffs pulled at her wrists and her arms tingled. She'd only been on the cross for five minutes, but the time felt so long.

The door across the room opened and Master James entered the space. He strolled across the dungeon room to where she stood. His suit coat fit his body snuggly, curving around his muscles and showcasing his body. The man liked to be tailored and perfectly pressed. She loved his sense of style and most of all his charm. She hadn't planned on coming to Desire and certainly wouldn't have stayed, if he hadn't been there to hold her hand.

Master James had one hand hidden behind his coat and the other one stuffed into his pants pocket. "Look at me, pet."

When she did, he showed her what he'd hidden--a bottle of Pepsi. He twisted the lid off the bottle. "Thirsty, pet?"

"Yes, sir." She knew better than to thank him yet or to expect him to give her a drink. That was part of their game. He'd test her limits to see if she could handle him.

"Good girl." He tipped the bottle top to her lips, but instead of giving her a drink he slid the cold beverage over her bare body. The sticky liquid caressed her skin and dribbled between her cunt lips. She shivered again and moaned.

Master James pressed his mouth to her breast and sucked. The pull added to her pleasure. She balled her fist in the cuff and wished she could touch him. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair. He raked his teeth over her nipple, then bit.

"Thank you, sir," she cried out.

"Not done yet." He flattened his tongue along the lower swell of her breast, then stood tall. "Now you may have a drink." He held the bottle to her lips.

She gulped down the soda, happy to have something sweet. When she gazed up into his eyes, he smiled.

"I'll keep pushing you, love." He winked. "Just wait and see."