#NewRelease GOLDIE LOCKS & THE THRee BROTHERS BEAR, by Pumpkin Spice

GOLDIE LOCK & THE THREE BROTHERS BEAR – The Amāre Tales by Pumpkin Spice

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Release Date: January 7, 2016

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo,

Catch a Bear by the toe,

if he hollers,

don’t let him go…

Goldie Locks & The Three Brothers Bear

About GOLDIE LOCKS & THE THREE BROTHERS BEAR – The Amāre Tales

Heat Level: 3

In the merry village of Amāre, love isn’t just the town’s namesake—it’s a way of life. When Goldie Locks unexpectedly meets the three brothers Bear, she soon discovers that oldest brother, Dylan, is charming, but too passive. Youngest brother, Camden is attractive, but much too aggressive. But the middle brother, Hayden, with his brooding eyes, delicious body and keen sense of timing, well he’s just right.

A FUN Little Blog Post About How Goldie Came to Be…

 

“Goldie Locks and The Three Brothers Bear” began from a headline in our local Wyoming newspaper that sparked my attention: Woman Arrives Home To Find Man Sleeping In Her Bed. Isn’t that how all good fairy tales begin? In this news story, a local woman returned home from an evening away to find an unknown man literally sleeping in her bed!

Apparently the guy tied one on and wandered into her home instead of his own. Footnote: In Wyoming, people leave their keys in their cars. So an unlocked front door, isn’t that uncommon. By the time the police arrived, they found the unknown man still passed out in her bed. The guy ended up being charged with public intoxication.

Still, while it wasn’t meant to be funny, the article had me laughing from start to finish. In my mind, it had all the makings for a modern-day romantic fairy tale – with a twist. Instead of the golden one tormenting the bears, I opted for the three brothers Bear to each individually crash into Goldie’s life – accidentally of course. The result? “Goldie Locks and The Three Brothers Bear” will hopefully have you laughing from start to finish. As one brother Bear upon the next stumbles into Goldie’s bed, crashes her dinner date, and tanks her girls’ night out at the tavern – each brother makes a debacle of Goldie’s life. Goldie can’t wait to rid herself of the brothers Bear – except one. Because isn’t that how fairy tales are supposed to end?

Sometimes, as writers, we search for inspiration anywhere and everywhere we can find it – in crowded coffee lines, eavesdropping on conversations, or people watching at malls. Who knew that a good story could come out of a seemingly bad news story?

So the next time I’m stuck in a writer’s slump, I’m not going to grab a coffee and hope that the person in front of me in line has some juicy gossip I can grab. And I’m also not going to head to the mall, rubber necking for someone to do something worthy of a plot. Nope. I’m going to go as far as my front door. That’s where my newspaper carrier tosses my paper each and every morning. And if he’s every late, I’ll log online. The headlines alone are worth reading. Here was one today: “Managing Imaginary Cash Pays Off For Student”, which, of course, is how the emperor should have paid for his new clothes.

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About Pumpkin Spice:

Pumpkin Spice is the published author of adult romantic fiction. Her Amāre Tale line debuted October 2015 with “Scarlett Hood & The Hunter” through Evernight Publishing. “Scarlett Hood & The Hunter” was selected as both an Editor’s Pick and Readers’ Choice Finalist for 2015.

In December 2015, “My Midnight Cowboy” was included in Red Moon Romance’s much anticipated “The Naughty List” anthology.

This February, just in time for Valentine’s Day, her upcoming Cupid romance, “The Hart Moment” focuses on two college professors who realize there’s nothing academic about their attraction to each other will release February 12 through Evernight Publishing.

So turn up the heat and let it crank! There’s no better time than now to add a little spice to your life.

Pumpkin’s favorite time of year is fall when the leaves are turning, the weather is crisper and the nights are a whole lot longer.

Visit her website: https://pumpkinspicecom.wordpress.com

Write to her at: pumpkinspicecom@yahoo.com

Follow her on Twitter: @PumpkinSpiceU2

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Excerpt:

Goldie sat with her legs crisscrossed just like the stack of firewood, and I sat opposite her. She handed me my wine glass, and I tilted it toward hers.

To mistaken homes, mismanaged meals, and mishaps at midnight,” I said.

She threw her head back and laughed. Her beautiful, swollen lips curved into a smile. “To better endings.” Our glasses briefly chimed against one another.

When she drank, wine dripped down her chin. I leaned over and gently dabbed the streak from her face. “Should I take you to the ER?”

She shook her head. “Trauma.”

The trauma unit?” My voice sounded as hysterical as I suddenly felt.

She grinned and sucked in her bottom lip. “Swollen lips are typically caused by trauma to the mouth.”

I didn’t mean to, you know, punch you. I was aiming for the door.”

Well, if you can’t share a concussion with your loved one, what can you share?”

I caused a concussion?” My tone had moved from hysterical to frenzied.

Goldie erupted into laughter. She held her side and started to sway again. Her honey-colored wine sloshed back and forth in her goblet like liquid gold.

Are you all right?” I said and nervously laughed, which only made her laugh harder. “You don’t really have a concussion, do you?”

She held her glass toward me. I quickly placed my glass on the ledge of the fireplace and grabbed hers. As soon as she was free of her wineglass, she leaned over and broke out into, what could only be described as a fit of giggles.

Yeah, okay, I get it.” I placed her glass on the fire place beside mine. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. Make fun of the guy who punched you. Nice.”

At that comment, she only laughed harder. She stopped momentarily to point her finger at me and widen her beautiful green eyes. “You did! You punched me!”

I shook my head. “It was an accident.”

But more laughter ensued. She barely came up for air when she looked at me with her purple, bruised lips, and then I began laughing. “I’m sorry,” I said. “But those lips. Not so sexy.”

She leaned over and looked at her reflection in the glass fireplace screen and howled. “Oh, my gosh! I look awful!”

I know! You do!”

She leaned into me, and I leaned against her until we were laughing so hard we collapsed back on the blanket. We could barely breathe. With our hands on our stomachs, trying to catch our breath the fire warmed my feet and Goldie’s laughter still seemed to echo in my ears.

Well, this was probably the worst date night of my life,” I said staring at the high ceiling in her house that looked like pixie dust had been scattered across it. It sparkled and shone like stars in the evening sky. Everything in Goldie’s house was magical.

Goldie elbowed me. “Ah, get over it, Bear. This was a great night. How many times do you get to hit on your brother’s date?” She elbowed me again—only harder. “I mean, literally.”

Ah, thanks, Locks.” I turned my head to her. “Didn’t think I could feel any worse about my night.” But she was grinning so wildly it was devastatingly cute. I shook my head and rolled my eyes for good measure.

She leaned over and kissed me quickly.

I playfully wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my shirt. “Ew, get those big lips off me.”

She attempted to swat my arm, but I grabbed her wrist before she made contact. I raised an eyebrow. “Gotta be faster than that, Goldie. Us Bears are quick when we smell honey.” I leaned toward her and started flirtatiously sniffing her neck. Her head turned toward my nose.

Oh, that tickles.” She wiggled beside me.

This?” I said coyly panting and snorting like a big bear. She twisted and giggled, but couldn’t get away because I still held her wrist. I continued to huff and puff like a hungry bear, but the smell of nectar on her neck, the warmth of her skin against mine, and the fire crackling and snapping before us was like a hot command for passion. All the elements were in place including my desire that drove my mouth to nibble her delicate earlobe.

She stopped squirming beside me and started turning into me. “Oh, Hayden.”

My tongue trailed her earlobe down her neck. I softly kissed the hollow of her collarbone and gently buried my nose in the warmth richness of her hair that awakened my senses and my appetite. Goldie’s hair smelled like raspberries and champagne.

I don’t know what you bathe in,” I said with my mouth pressed against the tender nape of her neck and my hand still wrapped around her wrist, pinning her to the blanket. “But I want to immerse myself in you.”

I didn’t even think before I spoke, and suddenly I wished I hadn’t. I closed my eyes tightly. But then she stirred beside me.

If you like how I smell, imagine how I taste.”

I think I stopped breathing. Game on.

I slowly made my way to the opening of her silky pajamas. She arched toward me, and her cleavage sprang my cock to life. My mouth didn’t wait to see if it could unbutton the top button. I held her wrist with one hand and tried to unbutton her top with the other, but the buttons were small and my coordination with one hand wasn’t that great. I started to let go of her wrist when she shook her head.

No,” she said. “Rip it.”

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#NewRelease Spotlight: SPIRIT BOARD, by Erzabet Bishop

 

Genre: PNR/shifters/Fae
 
Pairing: m/f/m, ménage
 
Pages: 99
 
 
 Tags: shifter, ménage,
romance, fantasy, paranormal, m/f/m, Fae, cats, club, BDSM, spanking
 
Blurb:
 
Two mates are better than one…
 
Vanessa lives vicariously through the romance heroines in
her overflowing bookshelf. No real man can ever measure up to the sultry,
shapeshifter heroes with their feral smiles—or so she thinks until a creepy
costume shop and a chance encounter with a fortuneteller shake up her ordinary
life. When Vanessa’s best friend brings her to a sexy costume party, she
realizes more than fur is going to fly.
 
Rick is an Alpha cat shifter and co-owner of the
Imaginarium. When he scents the luscious Vanessa, he has no intention of
letting her slip away. But Rick isn’t the only man searching for his one true
love. Cian is a former Captain of the Winter Court in Faery, wielder of shadows
and magic. When Fey enchantment and shifter might collide, more than mere
hearts are caught in the crossfire. And as a threat looms closer with the
turning of the season, both men may be the keys to Vanessa’s heart—and her
survival.
 
 
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Excerpt:
 
“Do you want your fortune told, my dear?” The crone’s rheumy
eyes met hers, and a shiver slid down her back. The woman gave her the willies.
“I…”
“Please. Be my guest. It will be my treat to show you your
fortune.”
Indecision warred within her. “I’m here with my friend.”
“Go ahead! Get your fortune read.” Aria came up beside her
and looped an arm around her neck. “Let’s find out what kind of night you’re
going to have at the party.”
“OK.” Vanessa made her way to the small table and lowered
herself into the seat. In front of her laid a strange-looking Ouija board
printed with an alphabet and a yes and no.
The older woman took an item out of a wooden box and placed
it carefully on the surface of the board.
“What’s that?”
“It’s called a planchette, silly.” Aria rolled her eyes and
grinned at the annoyed look Vanessa gave her.
“I’ve never used one of these, OK? My father would kill me.”
“Why? Does he think they’re a portal to some other dimension
or something?”
Vanessa wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure. He just never let
anything like it in the house. It’s beautiful.” The workmanship of the board
and the intricate lettering transfixed her. She reached out to touch the
planchette but the older woman stopped her.
“Not yet, my girl. First you must think of a question.”
“What kind of question?”
The woman’s thin lips curved upward. “The spirit board offers
much guidance but also warns of things to come. Ask the right questions and
you’ll find the answers you seek.”
“Cryptic, much?” Aria yawned. “Why don’t you play with the
board and I’ll find you something to wear.”
“Sure. Whatever.” Vanessa focused her attention on the board
in front of her. The letters weaved in front of her eyes.
“Now,” the old woman began, her eyes bright in her pale
face, “think of the question you would like to ask the spirits. But be warned…”
“Of what?”
“The truth can wound or it can set you free.”
Vanessa held out her hand and the old woman enveloped it in
her own. She placed Vanessa’s hand on the planchette and released her.
“Fingertips only. Now…think of what you want to ask.”
Vanessa moved her fingers until only the tips touched the
planchette. Her mind raced. There were so many questions she wanted answers to.
Who was her mother? Not her father’s wife, but her biological mother. Should
she go to this party with Aria on Friday or stay home like she always did, safe
behind a pile of books?
Before the woman placed her own fingertips on the
planchette, it took off toward the yes. Then it sped to the letters and began
to spell out something.
“What the—?” Vanessa snatched her fingers away as if they’d
been singed.
“Goddess…” The fortune-teller stood abruptly, knocking her
chair over. Her brow contorted and her eyes were owlish with fear showing a
ring of veined white around the iris. “Stop.”
“It’s still moving,” Vanessa whispered, her pulse hammering
beneath her skin. “I’m trying to make out what it’s saying, but the thing is
going too fast.”
“What’s going on over here?” Aria scrambled back toward the
table, an expression of horror on her face. “Jesus, Vanessa.”
“I didn’t do it,” she snapped. “It’s wigging out.”
“Obviously.”
The old woman backed up, her eyes wide. “You must go to the
party. Something you need will be revealed to you there. That is all I can tell
you.” With that, she yanked the planchette off the board and swiftly tucked it
back into the wooden box it came from. Without looking at either of the girls,
the fortune-teller retreated into the back room, the door shutting behind her
with a resounding thud.
“Thanks,” Vanessa called, a little too late.
“OK then. That wasn’t weird.” Aria grimaced. “Come on. I
have a couple of dresses you need to look at.”
“Yeah. Sure. OK.” Anything to get her mind off of whatever
just happened. “Freaky” didn’t even begin to cover it.
“How about this?” Aria raised her arm and a flowing Egyptian
priestess costume dangled from her fingertips. The white fabric was sheer, but
it had so many layers, it had the potential to work. Around the hanger was a
plastic bag complete with golden armbands and some kind of bluish lapis
necklace.
“OK,” Vanessa replied reluctantly. “Hand it over.”
Aria scurried over and passed the dress off, a smirk on her
full lips. “This is going to look great on you. Just wait.”
“Sure.” As long as it got her out of here faster. Vanessa
decided putting distance between the fortune-teller and her would be a good
thing. “Why did I let you talk me into this again?”
“Cause you love me and you’ll have lots of fun?”
“You haven’t even told me what kind of party it is.”
Aria gave her a cheeky grin. “And ruin the surprise?”
 
 
 
 
 


About the author:
 
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write
naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave, The Science
of Lust, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark
(upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted
Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016),
Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black
Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection,
Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts:
Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain
Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many
anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015,
winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She lives in Texas with her
husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She
loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she
isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
 
Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop and sign up for her newsletter to keep up with new releases and hot deals!
 
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#NewRelease Spotlight: DART TALES DIARIES 3, by London Saint James

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For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?

When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures out she’s not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing, “Dance for me” completely changes her life, and nothing will be the same again.

For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting. The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to show her Big Girls Do It Better.

Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together would end, each of them finding “the one.” Only, Eric and Jude had other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three’s Not a Crowd.

Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers, spanking

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Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tales-Diaries-London-Saint-James-ebook/dp/B0170VTLNI/

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Add on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27259379-dark-tales-diaries

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“Take off the dress.”

I swallowed hard, reached for the side zip, and pulled the tab down. Next, I slipped my right arm free of the ruffle over my shoulder, allowing the soft material to fall, and stepped out of the dress. Heat infused my cheeks, because standing in front of a man and removing my clothes seemed bolder than I really was. Nonetheless, I walked in nothing but my panties and high heels over to where most of Damon’s clothing was, putting my dress there, too.

“Goddamn.” The way he said this sounded less a curse and more of awed praise for me. “Leave the panties and the heels on.”

“All right.”

When I turned around, Damon held out a hand for me. I noticed he was sporting an impressive bulge beneath his suit pants, which made me smile.

I walked to him and took hold of his outstretched hand.

“Give me your other hand, too.” I did, and he cuffed my wrists together. The inside of the cuffs were lined with what felt like wool-soft against my skin. “I’m going to attach these to that chain,” he said, briefly glancing up overhead. Without wasting another moment, Damon checked the cuffs by running his fingertip along the top and bottom of them where the leather edge met skin, before he did what he’d said, securing my arms up over my head. I wasn’t sure what he did behind me, I couldn’t really see, but the chain attached to the cuffs rose, stretching my arms, and lifted me until my body was taut. However, my feet were still on the ground. “Good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

Warm hands slid down my extended arms, shoulders, and followed the contour of my spine in a sensual glide that had me going instantly wet.

Damon walked around me, keeping his hands on my skin. In fact, he caressed me everywhere, from my ankles and calves, to my thighs, hips, and belly. I whimpered when he used his thumbs to swipe over my nipples and I closed my eyes as he worshiped my body with his touch.

Adored. This is what it felt like to finally be adored by a man.

“Perfection,” he said near my ear, squeezing my ass. He pressed his bare chest into my bare back, fitting his hard package into my backside where his hands had been a moment earlier. “Spread those sexy legs apart for me a little bit.” After I complied, Damon’s strong arm came around my waist-hand resting on my lower belly, fingers splayed. “Tilt your head to the right.”

As soon as I tipped my head to the side, his mouth nuzzled into my neck, follow by his tongue licking a path up to my ear. Heat curled low in my belly. When he took my fleshy lobe and sucked, his fingers dipped past the waistband of my tiny panties, slipped over my waxed-bare mound, and burrowed between my lower lips.

Bull’s-eye.

“Ooh…,” I moaned when a long finger dipped into my tight opening.

“So nice and wet,” he murmured. He brought his slick digit up, and circled my clit. “Let go, angel. Surrender and just feel.”

With one of his big hands palming my left breast, fingers playing with my erect nipple, the other hand down the front of my panties toying with my clit, and the front of his hard body pressed against my back, I had no problem giving myself over to his sexpertise, completely.

My hips moved, ass bumping against his crotch. My body shivered and shook. Need coiled around me and my sex pulsed.

“Oh God.” That fast he was going to make me come and come hard.

“That’s it,” he said, voice low and guttural. “Come for me.”

I detonated. Starbursts went off behind my closed eyelids. I moaned, and my arms pulled at my restraints, fingers curling into my palms.

I’m not sure how long I floated in the aftershocks of bliss, but I came to my senses when his hands slipped free of me and I felt him move.

Turning my head, I saw him grab a flogger from the wall and come back. Two seconds later, he yanked my panties down. They hit my feet.

“Press your sweet ass out for me.”

A moment after that, Damon swung the flogger in quick circular motions, tapping my bare ass, then down to the backs of my thighs, moving up to my ass once again. Little whips of sensation added to the orgasm I just had, and started building toward something I’d never felt before but always suspected I wanted-a bite of pain. Though, what he was doing wasn’t pain. Not yet.

The supple leather tails of the flogger rained down on my shoulder blades and upper back. I squirmed. He worked me, over and over, gradually increasing the power behind the blows. But when the tails smacked against my butt once more, this time, I felt it. The glorious sting. I moaned, and pressed my bottom toward him in a needy offering for more.

I heard him speak four simple words.

“Dance for me, angel.”

I danced-twisting and writhing, going up on my tiptoes, arms stretched above my head as he worked my flesh over.

This is what I’d been missing. What I needed. I fell into this type of zoned-out space-my body no longer tethered. I floated.

When I heard something drop, I came back to the grind of a zipper and the sounds of my own breaths.

Damon latched onto my hips-fingers biting deliciously into my flesh, and entered my sopping wet sex from behind in one, powerful thrust, filling and stretching me completely.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I felt his teeth bite into my upper arm. “Aah, yes!”

I came-pussy convulsing around his hard cock.

He took me without mercy, lifting me up off my feet, and fucking himself with my body. I was his, unable to do anything but enjoy the ride he was giving me. And it was a ride. Long, hard, and unyielding.

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London Saint James is an award-winning, bestselling author. She lives in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. You can find out more about London and her work on her website, www.londonsaintjames.com, her blog at http://londonsj.blogspot.com, or follow her on Twitter @LSJRomance.

Would you like to know more? Join London’s mailing list for her monthly newsletter http://eepurl.com/6P2on. Or, join her book group on Facebook, Slip Between the Pages with London https://www.facebook.com/groups/SlipBetweenthePageswithLondon/

#NewRelease Spotlight: THE GUEST, by Kelsie Belle

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School teacher, Julianne Matthews, has been married to her own real life Prince Charming, the hunky Jared Matthews, for over a year and they couldn’t be happier. That is, until Jared invites his old college buddy, Cole Richardson, to be a guest in their home for the weekend. Cole is a wealthy investment banker from out of state and has been toying with the idea of going into business with Jared for some time. The weekend was supposed to be all about sorting out the details of that business but when these three get into a room together for the first time, the chemistry among them is something none of them had planned for. Julie realizes that she’s just as attracted to Cole as she is to her husband and would like nothing more than to be sandwiched between the two hot men in bed. However, she knows that will probably never happen and feels completely guilty for even thinking about it. Imagine her surprise when she finds out that neither man finds the idea repulsive in any way and that they had both been having similar thoughts all along. What will become of Julie’s perfect marriage when her husband’s house guest gets invited into their bedroom?

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Teaser

Julie Matthews had one of the most wonderful husbands a girl could ever ask for. Jared was a man whom she knew many of her friends envied her for. Good looking, caring, attentive and great in bed, he was the perfect package—there was absolutely no need for her to have a wandering eye.

But his college buddy, Cole Richardson, was something else entirely. He was simply beautiful, with a face any male model would die for and the kind of rangy frame that alluded to subtle yet potent strength. Where Jared was light, Cole was dark. Where Jared was thick and ropey, Cole was lean and sinewy. The two men had very little in common physically, yet she was just a drawn to Cole as she had been to Jared when they had just met. It was crazy, but right off the bat, she’d found herself wondering what kind of lover Cole would be—the gentle, attentive kind who liked to take things slow and easy or the fiercer, more intense kind who would want to break her to his will?

Then a totally unexpected thought sprang into her mind. What would it be like to have both men, so very different yet so alike, attending to her every sexual need at the same time? Each one loving her, worshipping her body in his own unique way. She could imagine it now—heaven on earth, bliss beyond her wildest dreams. She’d probably come a thousand times in that one eventful night, as her senses were inundated with pleasures untold.

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So did you have a good time with Jules today?” Jared’s voice broke into his musing and almost made him jump. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought the guy could read his damn mind.

Ah, it was great. She showed me the place you chose—good choice by the way—and we had some lunch and got to know each other a little better.”

Jared nodded, taking a quick swig of his beer. “Good, good. I was hoping you would.”

Would what?”

Get to know each other better.”

A slight feeling of discomfiture began creeping up Cole’s spine at the line of conversation. He cleared his throat in an attempt to ease some of it. “Um … yeah, we did.”

And what did you think?”

Cole’s brows furrowed in perplexity. “Ah, I already told you, the place is perfect. When I get back I’m going to finish up the paperwork and you can look out for the first installment of the funds in your account by Friday.”

Jared grinned. “That’s great news buddy, thank you. But that’s not what I meant.”

What did you mean then?”

I meant what did you think of Julie?”

Silence settled between them for a long moment as Cole assessed the question his friend had asked him. He took a drink from his bottle to buy a little more time before responding. “Well I, ah, I think she’s a wonderful woman. Obviously gorgeous, but also intelligent and witty. It was pretty easy being in her company.”

So in other words she makes your cock hard.” Jared’s words were low and flat, but the cheeky grin he gave Cole made them almost amusing.

Cole laughed softly, shaking his head in exasperation. “Relax, Matthews. I’m not trying to poach your wife.”

Jared shrugged and took a swig of his beer. “Never said you were.”

More silence followed. Cole’s uneasiness increased and he chugged down some more beer in an attempt to quell it. Where the hell was Jared going with this?

Do you remember Natasha Prendergast?” The question brought Cole up short—Natasha was a girl they’d both liked during college and had ended up having their first threesome with. Well, it had been Jared’s first. Cole had done it a time or two before that and he’d been the one to suggest they try it. But how had the conversation gotten here? They hadn’t even spoken about that in years. He was so busy trying to connect the dots that it took him a moment to reply.

Of course I do. How could I forget?” he said.

Yeah, that was some night, huh?” Jared said, cocking a brow at him.

It was.”

Ever thought about doing that sort of thing again?”

Cole’s brows furrowed. Okay. He hadn’t seen that one coming. “Uh, well, you’re assuming I haven’t.”

Jared’s bark of laughter was loud enough to be heard over the other noisy patrons and the games playing on the screens above their heads. “Touché. Well I haven’t, that’s for sure. Not that I didn’t want to, but that’s not the sort of thing you do with just anybody, you know?”

Agreed. And for the record, I haven’t either. I was just messing with you.”

Jared placed his now empty beer bottle on the counter and beckoned to the waitress to bring another round before he spoke again. “So it’s not something you would do again then?”

Cole inclined his head and studied the other man, slowly beginning to see where this was going. He shuffled in his seat as the discomfiture from earlier on began to dissipate and was slowly replaced by a subtle excitement. If Jared was even contemplating what he was thinking, then he certainly had something to be excited about. In an effort to play it cool though, he waited until the waiter had brought their drinks before he gave his response.

I’d definitely love to do it again.”

Jared nodded but didn’t say anything. He just stared at the beer bottle in his hand contemplatively. Finally his friend looked up at him, a similar excitement brewing in his emerald eyes. “I’d love to do it again too.”

Yeah?”

Oh yeah.”

Another long, deafening silence ensued. Cole had already read between the lines and he couldn’t stop the surge of anticipation that rose in his gut at the thought. But he wanted to make sure he wasn’t jumping to the wrong conclusion. He wanted to hear Jared say the words. Looking pointedly at the other man, he asked, “So what are you saying?”

Jared’s gaze met his as he replied, “I’m saying, Cole, that I would love to share my wife with you.”

Cole’s breath hitched as the potent words slammed into him, going straight to his cock. He expelled a harsh breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding, but he was more than a little happy to know he’d been correct in his assumption. “Damn! And here I’ve been praying all night that you couldn’t tell how badly she’s been plaguing my mind.”

Jared chuckled, his face lighting up with mirth. “Didn’t take a psychic to see that you were into her, my man. Or maybe it’s because I know how you operate.”

Maybe. But tell me this, how do you know she’ll be into it? You guys have obviously never done anything like that.”

No, but I can tell she’s into you, too, and she has a very open mind when it comes to sex.”

I see.” Cole nodded, playing with the rim of his bottle for a moment while he contemplated the situation. Finally, he asked, “So would you just come right out and tell her that’s what we want to do?”

That’s what they’d done with Natasha and it turned out she was just as game as they were. But Julie, now she might be a whole different kettle of fish. If Jared was wrong and she wasn’t okay with it, then it could make the situation extremely uncomfortable for them all.

No, I don’t think so. I think the best way to handle Julie is to show her what we want to do with her.”

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#NewRelease Spotlight: CLAIMED BY HER BEARS, by Doris O’Connor @mamad8

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release, Claimed By her Bears.
 
Loosely based on Goldilocks and the three bears, this is my version of one of my favourite Fairytales with a decidedly naughty spin.
 
Imagine being Goldie. You’re not only running late, but you just have to tumble right into
your new CEO’s arms, covering both of you in coffee at the same time. Not the best impression to make on the new, sex on legs boss.
 
Jason Stanhope, for that matter, did not expect to have his mate tumble into his arms
on his first day at the office. His very human, clueless about shifters, and inexperienced in the lifestyle mate.
 
What’s a Dom to do?
 
This delectable human morsel will run for the hills, if he reveals his bear, never mind the fact that he comes as a package deal, won’t she?
 
Well, Goldie might be human, but she has a few surprises of her own up her sleeve as it were, and as she embarks on a crash course in all things BDSM, she surprises not only her bears, but also herself.
 
In her words:
 
“To heck with labels and what other people might think.”
Let the naughty fun begin J
 
 
 
Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well…
When Goldie Lockwood tumbles into the arms of the new CEO, she falls head over heels in lust with the enigmatic Dom. Interested in the lifestyle she might be, but Jason Stanhope seems way out of her league. 
Jason’s bear wants nothing more than to bend Goldie over his desk and claim her right there, but that wouldn’t be appropriate. This bear shifter comes as a package deal—three for the prize of one. As the oldest of triplets, his mate will also have to submit to his brother and sister.
While Goldie responds beautifully to his training, will a weekend at the club be one step too far, or can she be the sweet sub the siblings need?
Revealing their bears might very well make Goldilocks live up to her name.
 
 
Excerpt
He had originally planned to spank her insolent ass, and then fuck her over his desk, but when she hadn’t appeared, his mood had darkened. For one soul wrenchingly disappointing second he’d thought she’d run out on him, and then his bear had picked up the scent of aroused woman. He’d tracked her down to the ladies’, and just when he thought he’d have to break the door in, she had appeared, and a new plan had taken hold.
Her untutored responses to him had made the Dom in him roar, and his bear had positively strutted at them. Fucking her now was out of the question. His volatile animal was too close to the surface, and he would not be able to resist biting her. No, it was far safer for everyone involved to consummate their relationship at the safety of the club, where his bear would be easier to control in the company of Jacob and Cat.
Besides, they had to establish the ground rules, and his little Goldilocks had some homework to do, starting right now. He spread his legs and raised an eyebrow at her when
she just stood there, staring at him openmouthed.
“I’m waiting, girl. If you can’t follow a simple instruction then this ain’t gonna work out between us.” She gasped at that, and grinning he reached out and shut her mouth with his index finger under her chin. A shudder went through her when he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her kiss swollen lips, and she pouted when he withdrew again.
“Can’t you just spank me or something, and get that punishment over with, please,
Sir?” Jason threw his head back and laughed, and her pout deepened, but when he shook
his head, she gave an exaggerated sigh, and slowly inched the hemline of her skirt up.
It was his turn to groan when her pretty pink pussy lips came into view. Delightfully bare, they glistened in her dew, and his bear huffed his need for a taste of the nectar between her legs.
Jason had to clear his throat to get his voice to work, and the little minx grinned at him.
“Spread your legs, girl. Give your Sir a good view.”
With a groan to match his, Goldie complied, and Jason had to rub his aching shaft through his trousers to gain some relief, as her outer lips opened to reveal the bounty herein. Her inner lips darkened in color the longer he stared at them, as the blood rushed to that area. Her engorged clit stood proudly out its hood, almost daring him to devour it with his teeth, and her pussy hole clenched and released, causing more of her juices to trickle out of it and down the inside of her thighs.
“Now, that is a pretty sight, my girl. I bet you want to come pretty badly right now,
don’t you.”
“Ye-es.”
He smirked at her strangled answer, and taking his phone out of his pocket got to his knees to take some candid close up shots of his girl’s cunt. Both Jacob and Cat would sure appreciate those, not to mention he would, while he imagined himself balls deep inside that pretty flesh.
“What are you doing, Sir?” Her voice wobbled, but she didn’t close her legs either,
and pride surged in him. Maybe this would work out after all. Not claiming her as his was already too painful to contemplate. All three of them would just have to work really hard to make her fall in love with them so that the small matter of them shifting into grizzlies wouldn’t freak her out too much.
He had a sudden vision of her running away screaming from the club when she found out about them like her namesake in the popular fairytale. He shook his head to free it of those disturbing thoughts, and getting back to his feet showed her the last picture he’d just taken.
“Just taking a picture of what’s mine, girl.”
Goldie glanced at the screen briefly and blushed crimson.
“No need to be ashamed, Goldilocks. You have the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever
seen, and I can’t wait to claim it.”
The hopeful look she threw his way made him laugh, and he shook his head.
“Not today though.” He pulled the hemline of her pencil skirt down and tapped her
nose.
“You can close your legs now, but remember what I said. No making yourself come, and no panties. I’ll be checking to make sure you follow that rule, and if you don’t…” He grinned at her sharp intake of breath when he swatted her ass twice.
“You won’t be able to sit that pretty behind of yours down for a week, got it?”
 “Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and he brushed his lips over hers, drinking in the scent of his woman.
“You have some homework to do first, and when I think you’re ready, we’ll be taking
that step at the club.”
Her eyes widened anew at that proclamation.
“The club?” she asked. “Not the one all the staff is dying to find out about?”
Jason tapped her nose again and stepping away, pulled out the list of websites he’d printed off for her earlier out his trouser pocket.
“The very same, baby, only, you’re looking at the new owner. Well one of them. My sister and brother own a third each.”
“There’s more of you?” Her voice rose in her astonishment, and he knew now was the perfect time to test the waters.
“Yes, we’re triplets, and…” He let his words trail off waiting for her reaction, and
she didn’t disappoint.
“Triplets? I guess that makes you really close, right?” she asked, and when he just
shrugged his shoulders, she wrapped her arms around herself.
“Is there a reason you’re telling me this now?” she asked, and he nodded.
“Let’s just say, we like to share—everything.”
Available from Evernight Publishing and all other on-line retailers from September 1st.
 
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Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi,
BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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#NewRelease Spotlight: ONE NAUGHTY FANTASY, by Ravenna Tate @RavennaTate

ONE NAUGHTY FANTASY
**This book features the same three characters that are in SNOWBOUND**
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Nina Santangeles has decided to give her lovers, Cameron Easton and Alex Gable, their ultimate fantasy. Dressed in a red plaid skirt, cotton blouse, bobby socks, and saddle shoes, she surprises them during a presentation they’re giving for architecture and design students at a university lecture hall, causing quite a stir.

When her men take her back to their hotel suite with the intention of punishing her for the naughty behavior as part of their role play fantasy, how far will she let them go?

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They each held one of her hands in the hallway. Alex barely closed and locked the door to their hotel suite behind them before he lunged for her, covering her mouth in a hot kiss that surprised her. Her men were always on fire for her, but this was different. Their reaction was off the charts hot, and she had to assume it was the role playing.

She raked her hands over his back and tight ass, moaning into his open mouth. Pushing her hips against him, she wasn’t surprised to find his erection rock-hard. Behind her, Cameron reached under her skirt and grabbed her ass, groaning. Alex’s mouth released hers, and he nipped at her neck.

Nina started to unzip her skirt, but Cameron stopped her. “No. Leave it on, but take off the panties.”

Alex let go of her long enough to allow Nina to remove her panties and step out of them. Cameron took them from her, and she glanced over her shoulder to watch him bring them to his nose. It was so damn sexy she couldn’t stop the moan.

Nina turned her attention back to Alex and removed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. She peeled it off to reveal broad shoulders and fine dark hairs dusting his muscled chest. She loved their bodies. Both men were so damn gorgeous she could never get enough of them. “You work out, Mr. Gable.”

“Yeah. I do.”

“We both do,” said Cameron.

She ran her teeth over Alex’s nipples as she reached for his pants, unfastening the button above the zipper.

Behind her, Cameron grabbed her ass again. “Oh Christ … Nina …”

“Tell me what you both want,” she said, lifting her gaze to Alex’s eyes.

Alex swallowed hard. “I want to fuck you. Fuck you fucking silly.”

Cameron reached around and grasped her breasts through the cotton top. “I want to fill each of your holes, baby, all night long.” He let go of her breasts and smacked her ass, hard. Nina moaned. “I want to spank you for being such a bad girl. You interrupted a very important presentation for us, you know.”

He smacked her ass cheeks again, and she nearly came. “I know I did.”

“Now we need to punish you for it, and we need to fuck you hard for it.”

She giggled, tossing her hair. “Oh, you can fuck me, but I’m not so sure about the spanking part.” She had to pretend to protest something, after all. That had been part of their fantasy, but it was very difficult to get into the role now that she was alone in a beautiful hotel suite with them.

Alex turned her around so fast she nearly fell. He enveloped her in a bear hug from behind that was more sweet than lustful. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Nina rubbed her ass against Alex’s erection, aching for his dick to fill her, as he nuzzled her neck. “I like you, too, Alex. I like both of you. Let’s get these clothes off you two and see what you have in your pants.”

“In a minute.” Alex nibbled at her neck and reached under her blouse to unhook her bra. Cameron helped him ease the straps off her shoulders under the fabric, and then Alex tossed the bra on the floor. He grasped her breasts, and Nina moaned loudly.

“Oh God, I love your tits.” Alex’s breath was warm in her ear, and the sensation of his hands on her breasts and his erection rubbing against her ass nearly brought her to orgasm.

Cameron shoved his hand under her skirt and rubbed her clit with his expert fingers, then pushed one inside her pussy. She was so damn wet they wouldn’t need lube. “I love wet pussies.”

Nina closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations of Alex kneading her breasts, his thumbs playing with her nipples, while Cameron finger-fucked her and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Her climax was so close it was ridiculous.

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