Guest Blogger - Kassanna

Tell Me, Touch Me, Feel Me (Club Lexx Book Three)

He’d have her by any means necessary, even if it meant overcoming her secrets and cutting off his family.

Blurb

Luther Lexington didn’t question why his brother sent for him, but
knowing John, he was sure he had his reasons. What he didn’t expect
was to find a mocha beauty, in the guise of security personnel that
threw her fists first and asked questions later. From the moment she
laid him low, he wanted to get her lower, as in under him.

Tanya Babineaux did what she was supposed to do as a Club Lexx
security guard. Make trespassers leave by any means necessary. How was
she to know he was the owner's little brother? Now he corners her
every chance he gets, and she doesn't have time to play.

Tanya harbors a secret, and if Luther didn’t stop chasing her…in the
end she could lose it all. That is, of course, if his brothers don't
ruin everything first.

Excerpt

After making sure all the lights were on, she took a good look at Luther. He’d removed his shoes and was stretching in the middle of the ring. With his chest bared she saw every ripple his muscles made. Cream filled her panties. Right now he’s the enemy, idiot. Stop letting him distract you. Tanya berated herself while trotting back to the ring. She climbed up and stared at him for a moment before crawling under the ropes.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Why, you scared?”

“Of you? Phhhfffttt.” She blew a raspberry at him.

“So how do you want to do this?”

“Pin me. Two out of three wins.”

“Remember you agreed to this so don’t get mad at me when I win.”

“Bring it on.” Tanya raised her and crooked her fingers.

Luther didn’t hesitate. Grabbing her around the waist he went straight for her body. Scrambling, Tanya gripped his forearms while pushing back against his chest to loosen his hold then she dropped, slipping from his grasp. Tanya rolled between his legs and came up behind him. Kicking at the back of his knee he went down. Turning over before she could jump on his back he came up quickly to face her.

“I’m pretty sure that is an illegal move.” He limped back and forth.

“You didn’t say we were playing by rules. I’ll have to remember that.” Tanya wiped a hand down her face, hiding her smile.

“No, rules aren’t necessary. Glad to know where we stand.” His eyes narrowed as he studied her.

They circled each other a few circuits around the ring. He tackled her legs, taking her down. They hit the mat with a thump. Pulling one leg from his grasp she twisted her body and tried to crawl from beneath him. Luther let go of her other leg and wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her back. He fell down on her body. She lay under his body, breathing hard and listening to his breath saw in and out of his lungs.

“You give?” His words came in short pants.

“Not even, you have to pin my shoulders.” Bucking, she got enough room between their bodies to slither free. He grabbed her ankle and flipped her, tugging her back toward him. Bringing her knees to her chest before he could fall on top of her, she heaved him up and off her. He didn’t move far, hustling to climb back on top of her. Tanya crab-walked to the side, eluded his grasp and rolled up onto her feet. Luther grabbed her shorts and pulled them down around her knees. Kicking her legs she shed her shorts and did a couple of hops to evade him. She looked down her body, and pursed her lips. Holding out her hand, she waited for him to throw her the clothing.

“No rules, remember?” Luther brought the crotch of her shorts to his nose. “Damn, you smell good.”

“Fuck you.”

“We did that already but I’d love to do it again.” He swung the material on his index finger.

She made a grab for it and missed. He swung her around and pushed her against the ropes. Covering her with his body, Luther lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers, hard. Her mouth opened under his assault. His tongue swept into her mouth, brushing pass her teeth, and tangled with hers. Her hands crept up his arms over his sweat-dampened skin and locked around his neck. He groaned into her mouth when her hands tousled his hair.

Luther lifted his head, looked her in the eye and flipped her around. Kissing the back of her neck and down her spine he pushed her over the top rope, bending her at the waist.

Slipping his fingers into the elastic of her panties, he tugged. The fabric gave way and his fingers dug into the soft cheek of her ass as he kept her from flipping over onto the floor below.

“I want you,” he whispered as he dropped minute kisses along her shoulder blades.

“You can have me if you pin me.” She slipped out of his grasp, naked except for her bra. She stared at the length of his cock straining against his jeans. Meeting his stare, she arched a brow.

“I’m motivated, what can I say.” He shrugged.

Tanya couldn’t suppress the laughter that bubbled up from her chest. “Come and get me, big boy.” She braced her feet in anticipation of his next move.

Luther charged for her, reminding her of a bull on the run. She held her ground, waiting to the last possible second. When he was within range, she gripped his bicep, and jumped off her toes. Wheeling around, she threw herself across his body, dropping him where he stood. The mat shook under their combined weight. Her breast pressed flat on his chest, she took two deep breaths before rising and shifting to crouch over him. With her arms straight and hands pushed against his shoulders, she leaned forward.

Six Sentence Sunday - Forty-four

Shifting gears to my upcoming release, Magic, Mischief, & Mayhem, the final Berserker tale, coming in a couple of weeks.


I've heard from readers that they wanted more Odin and Freyja.  Here, we learn a little more of their story.

The night she’d caught him in bed with several saucy goddesses, he’d finally gotten free of her.  His heart had broken when he’d seen the pain in her face at his duplicitousness.  As she ran from the hall, he’d had to bite his tongue not to run after her and beg her forgiveness.   She’d truly loved him.  She’d been the female that would have stood at his side and been a strong queen.  And he’d thrown it all away.

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Desperately Seeking...Success.

Authors write because they enjoy the written word.  The ability to craft words into a story is almost like magic, weaving your tale for everyone's enjoyment, carrying them through gamut of emotions, ever the reading public's tour guide.

I learned that words had power when I was in fifth grade.

I happened to love the process in which hail was formed.  Don't ask me why, but it really struck me as interesting.  So when the test came around and there was an essay question asking, "How is hail formed?", I rocked that answer out like a pimp rocks a sexy ho.

The following day, my teacher pulled me aside and said there was no way a 5th grader had written that answer and she wanted me to tell her how hail was made.

Of course, I was pretty well able to reply, verbatim, what it is that I wrote down on my paper the day before.  She was shocked and astonished...saying something about how it was almost exactly what it said in the textbook...and I got an A+ on my test.

From that point on, I noticed that essay questions were really easy.  Even if I only knew half the answer, I was able to write an answer that was so well-written that I'd get the teacher to give me an A on it just for the effort alone.

Writing was easy for me.  And I stood out of everyone in my class because I excelled at it.

Now, years later, I am one of many. There are literally thousands, if not millions, of writers out there in writerland, all aiming for your attention as a reader.  Buy this book, nooo, buy THIS book, no, no, no...buy THIS book.  Hey, look at me over here!  BUY THIS BOOK.

I get so sick of promoting my work.  I get so sick of shoving it down your throats and begging you to buy my work.  I feel like that panhandler on the street corner with my hand-out every single day, pleading with you to spare some change. 

I am NOT a panhandler.  I am an artist.  (Although there are some of my naysayers who will not agree with that and say I write crap -- no one will ever make everyone happy.)   I provide people with a product and they pay companies money to purchase said product for which I get a small little piece of the pie.  A reader of one of my books will (hopefully) be given at least a few hours of entertainment.

Like any other product, there is advertisement.  No one can sit back and say that if they just wrote the best product out there, they would become rich and famous.  Not happening.

It takes hard work, strong writing, and a lot of luck.  And promotion.  Unfortunately, it's the name of the game.

I try to keep it to a minimum.  I let people know I have a new book out, or if I have a new contract.  I use my covers as my picture to keep people informed.  But, social media is just that SOCIAL.  I try to let you all in and see a little about who I am, what makes me tick and in return I try to do the same for the 2500 friends I have on Facebook.  It isn't easy to keep up with everyone, but I scour on occasion to see what's out and about.  (When Facebook doesn't want to hide people, that is.)

 Hopefully, I've never pissed people off by letting them know what's going on in my little piece of writer land.  But I'm sure someone out there has rolled their eyes at least once. Which is perfectly fine.  Roll away.

Just smack my ass when you're done, please.  I need the action.  It gets lonely in writerland, sometimes. Oh yeah.  And buy one of my books.  This street corner is cold.

Six Sentence Sunday - Forty-three

I believe this might be the final week of picking pieces from my new release, Deviant Knights.  May shift gears next week...we shall see.


In this Gabriel and Kadence finally get to enjoy some quiet time.

Currents zipped through her, all centering at the core of her.  Her clit began to throb in time with her rapid heartbeat, the need for him to move even lower immediate.  But he languished at her breasts, kissing and biting the sensitive flesh over and over until she was breathless with desire.

            His fingers trailed down her abdomen and slid through the thin patch of hair that had grown to cover her mound.  “Do you need me to kiss you here, querida?”

            “Yesssss,” she hissed out on a low breath.

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Guest Blogger - Doris O'Connor

Welcome Doris O'Connor back to Oh Alex!  She's here to give us a little taste into her new release, a Naughty Fairy Tale, The Last of His Kind.

What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog?  You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right?

Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body's instantaneous reaction to the clit clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch.

Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?

Excerpt

"Well, for starters I haven't got any clothes." He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath, when he dropped the material he'd used to cover his arousal. "Of course if you don't mind, then let's go."

"Err, do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You'll do someone an injury with…with that."

She wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.

****

Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God's gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men's cocks had a mind of their own. It didn't mean he would rip her clothes off. She'd never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.

"Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?" His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn't move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.

"I asked you a question, ceannbeag." The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her pinned so effectively, she couldn't move.

He shook his head at her ineffective attempts.

 "Well? Would you like me to stop those thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you." He pulled back slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. "Thinking will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Did she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.

"If you want me to leave, you have to tell me now." His voice had dropped an octave, his accent thicker than before. "If you want me to stay, and I sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you're mine to do with as I see fit. I will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you every which way you can think of and some you couldn't even imagine."

Oh good God. I'm doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to make sure I have more of them.

"Do I get a safe word?" She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he'd barely touched her.

"Pick one."

"Nessie."

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Evernight Publishing:  http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-last-of-his-kind-by-doris-oconnor/ 

Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Last-Naughty-Fairy-Tales-ebook/dp/B008AQGJC4/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1 

Bookstrand:  http://www.bookstrand.com/the-last-of-his-kind 

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Guest Blogger - Lola Drake

     Welcome guest blogger Lola Drake as she comes to visit, sharing a glimpse of her new release, Pursuit of a Kiss.  One of the Cupid's Conquest line, it revolves around some of my favorite characters, the Greek Olympians.

    

Ousted from Olympus until he can restore true love to the world, Eros stumbles upon a match made in heaven – if they can survive hell first.

Juliet doesn’t have much in common with her namesake. Her career-centric life sorely lacks romance. Then one night everything changes when she witnesses a gang shooting, and she ends up a victim herself.

FBI Agent Jake Parker has known Juliet for years, but only as the baby sister of his best friend. He still imagines her as the awkward teenager she used to be. When Jake must protect Juliet from the gang determined to eliminate the only witness who can testify against them, he discovers that he’s not the only one who’s changed in the last ten years. 

As sparks fly and the danger mounts, Juliet and Jake must decide what they're willing to risk in the pursuit of what's possibly true love's kiss.

     

Excerpt

    

             Juliet emerged from the shower, relieved to be out of the hospital and back at her own house.  Pulling off the plastic bag that had kept her arm dry, she limped the the closet - her hip still a bit sore from the "Flesh wound." Easy for the doctors to say––it wasn't their flesh that bullet had blazed a path across.  She knew she had far more pressing things to worry about, but she couldn't help taking a moment to hope the scar wouldn't be too ugly once it healed.
             Ablutions complete, she sank, exhausted, onto the chair in front of her old-fashioned white vanity. Her mother had used that vanity as a teenager, and she’d given it to Juliet for her sixteenth birthday. Now, even at twenty-nine, Juliet still loved using it. Somehow she always felt prettier seeing her reflection in that ornate antique mirror than she did anywhere else, especially in the last few years since her mother died. She trailed her finger over a tiny crack in the wood. Her mother had been furious when Juliet had done that. Now, however, as she rested her palm upon it, she couldn’t think of anything in the world she wanted more than a hug from her mother and her reassuring voice saying everything would be all right.

            The soft knock on the door startled her. “Come in.”

            Jake poked his head in the doorway. “Are you doing okay? Need any help?”

            “I’m managing.”

            “You in a lot of pain?”

            Juliet shook her head, attempting to brush her hair left-handed. “The medication helps. I’m more frustrated than anything.”

            “So let me help.”

            Jake came up behind her, took the brush from her hand, and stroked it through her hair. His thumb grazed the back of her neck as he gathered up a section of curls, holding them so he wouldn’t pull at her head as he worked out a tangle. Their eyes met in the mirror and held. Juliet’s heart thumped in her chest so loudly she wondered if Jake could hear it. If he did, he gave nothing away as he ran his long fingers gently across her scalp.

            “You have beautiful hair.”

            Juliet chuckled. “Now I know you’re feeling sorry for me. My hair’s brown and boring.”

            Jake shook his head, gently separating out a few strands. His eyes met hers in the mirror once more. “No it’s not. It has shades of auburn and even gold under certain light. It’s beautiful.”

            Her breath caught. The air around them grew heavy with expectation as once more their eyes locked through the mirror. Slowly, as though afraid any movement might startle him like a frightened deer in the woods, Juliet turned around to face him. Desire flared inside her. She’d wanted him for so long, and now, with the heat in his gaze… was he finally going to kiss her after all these years?

            Keeping her eyes glued to his, she rose, their bodies so close they practically touched. Jake’s breath warmed her cheek and a need, a hunger flared in his eyes. As he leaned in, Juliet’s eyes drifted closed, the anticipation of having his mouth on hers at last overwhelming her. And then it happened, his lips touched her––on the forehead.

            What the…? Juliet’s eyes flew open.

            Jake abruptly stepped back, setting down her brush. “Got any good movies? Let’s go watch a movie. I need a beer.” He turned on his heel and practically sprinted from the room.

            Juliet couldn’t understand what the hell had just happened. She did know she wished she had thrown the brush at his retreating back. He clearly wanted her. Didn’t he?

            A photo of her and her brother Aaron from her high school graduation caught her eye. Oh yeah. Aaron. Maybe that had prompted Jake’s decision not to touch her? At least, she hoped that was the reason and not that he still thought of her as an ungainly kid sister. But she felt sure she hadn’t imagined anything. He had lightly licked in his lips in that moment before leaning in, and the way he had caressed her hair definitely didn’t feel like something a brother would do.

No, Jake wanted her. And she would convince him to see that.

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