Thursday, January 29, 2015

Cover Reveal: Ensnared Author: Marissa Honeycutt



                                                Title: Ensnared   

                                                    Series: (The Life of Anna #4) 

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Synopsis:
Everything Anna cared about is lost; the only thing left is Devin. She gives him all of herself, but even that seems too little.
As Anna realizes the truth of her Master's desire, she must decide what it is that she truly wants.

There is a subculture within our own world that you’ve only heard whispers of. The conspiracy theorists wish they knew Anna’s story. What the conspiracy theorists think they know is only disinformation, put out there to keep them from the real story.


***NOTE***
This is not a stand-alone novel. This is the fourth of five novels that tell Anna’s story.


***WARNING***
This book is for grownups. This book is not for people who are easily offended, get nightmares easily, or have difficulty reading books about tough subjects. I do not glorify bad things, but bad things do happen to my poor characters. This is not your typical love story. My heroine does not fall in love and live happily ever after... at least not like the typical heroine. There is a happily ever after, but it is a long, painful journey to that end.
This book will likely offend you. This book might make you cry; it might make you throw up. It is a dark book. As my friend, Heidi, said, “It’s dark. It gets darker. It gets even darker, and then it gets even more darker. And then, just when you think it can’t get any darker, it does.”
But, don’t worry. I take you to the deep end gradually. ;)
There are many sexual situations in this series of books. People die. People get hurt. Things aren’t always truly the way they appear. The antagonist isn’t just a bad guy; he’s EVIL. My heroine’s worldview is skewed; things that may appall you are perfectly normal to her.
Any violence in this book is non-gratuitous and crucial to the plot and character development.
Do not read this if you are under the age of consent in your country. Do not get angry if the subject or actual book upsets you. If you're reading this, you've been warned.

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The Life of Anna, Part 1: Enslaved (FREE)


Anna's entire life was scripted out before she was born by Devin Andersen, a man who doesn't have her best interests in mind. She is to be a tool in his hands to gain ultimate power in the USA. No, not as the President, but as the man who controls the President.
Raised by an extremely abusive guardian, Anna was molded into the perfect sex slave for Devin's use. Devin will use Anna's unique gifts to control everyone around him and eventually take her gifts for himself.
When Devin took her for himself at the age of twelve, she had a vision of a man. A man who Devin was very interested in. But why? Why would Devin care about a little girl's dreams?

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The Life of Anna, Part 2: Entwined




Anna has two masters, one she hardly knows, but who makes her feel safe, the other she's known all her life and says he needs her.
Alex wants her to be free.
Devin demands her obedience.
As Anna takes her first steps into the world, into love, into friendship, she wonders if she will ever understand either of them.

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The Life of Anna, Part 3: Embraced



Devin has achieved his goal of becoming Chairman and all seems peaceful...until Devin performs an act of cruelty that pushes Anna to fight back for the first time in her life. Meanwhile, Alex is working hard to give her something that Devin can never take away.
As her Masters work around her, Anna must navigate a life she never wanted.


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Author Bio:
Marissa's story of Anna began with a dream about being kidnapped with Adam Savage from Mythbusters (Yes, really). Over the next year and a half, it morphed into the story that is now known as "The Life of Anna." She has several other stories in progress, one of which is based on her kidnapped dream.

When she's not writing or editing, Marissa is taking care of two young boys, training to be an astronaut, running her household, wrestling with gorillas, playing around on Facebook, promoting whirled peas, and busting her tush for her accounting degree. She enjoys chocolate, air conditioning in the desert's summer heat, really good strawberry margaritas, sleeping, and shopping.


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Blake

Saturday, February 14, 2009

THE WEEKEND WASN’T GOING to make anything better, but I had to give it a shot. I was shaking. Running the razor up my soapy leg. I’d been nervous all day. It had to be the last time, but I wanted to make it count. I knew how twisted that was. Finish on top, as they say. After tonight I’d go back to being the adoring fiancĂ©e. I’d be faithful. And if that was my last night with Casey, I’d need to make it count. I wanted to remember every second. After my legs were smooth and everything else was in order. I put my face under the hot stream of water coming from the showerhead. I thought about the shower we took in Seattle. About how his hands roamed my body and touched me everywhere a man could touch a woman. My hand ran down to my core, feeling my trimmed hair. God I want to feel you bare. I don’t want anything in between us. His words echoed through my mind and I reached for the soap and the razor. I’d gone down to naked skin before, but it was a very, very long time ago. I thought it was probably in college. I took my time, doing a thorough job. When I was finished my skin felt new and sensitive. Like the hair had been hiding me from wondrous sensations. I ran my fingers over myself and anticipated Casey’s doing the same. After I had dried myself and applied his favorite-smelling lotion, I blow dried my hair, then stained my cheeks and lips and darkened my eyes and lashes. I pulled a black garter up each leg. I wasn’t going to be wearing much, but I wanted to enjoy him taking his time removing them. I pulled the black, thigh-high stocking up my calves and fastened them to the garters with the clips that hung from ice-blue bows. I slipped my legs through the black silk underwear and prepared myself for the icing on the cake. The set that I’d ordered, and was currently dressing in, came with a corset. It was black with ice-blue ribbons matching the bows on the garters and panties. It laced up the front. I’d looked at the ones that laced from behind, but they looked like a nightmare. I’d already have a struggle getting into one I could watch myself lace. When the last hook and eye was latched, I straightened it and pulled. Instantly my chest looked bigger, fuller and heaved from the already very low-cut fabric that held my breasts. I ran my hands up the sides, feeling the rigid and straight boning, and yet I felt so comfortable and held together. I pulled on the blue silk robe that completed the ensemble and went out into the main room to find the shoes and start a fire. I plugged my phone into the suite’s speakers and got out the champagne, putting it on ice in a bucket on the coffee table in the main room. I brought a plate of cheese and fruit to the table and then I went back to the kitchenette for the last piece. The courage. The kind from a bottle. I had ordered a small decanter and placed it on the table as well. I was going to need a few shots if I ever had a prayer of pulling this off. Seduction wasn’t my forte. But he deserved it. I usually felt so awkward and clumsy during sex. Well. Not with Casey. With him I felt worshiped and desired. He acted like he craved me in the way he moaned from kissing my neck sometimes. It made me feel special. Made me feel sexy and wanton. I arranged the extra pillows and blankets, that I’d ordered up, and they looked so inviting there on the floor in the center of the room. I’d given it some thought on my plane ride here this morning. I wanted the night to be unforgettable. It was already unforgivable. I downed two shots. Back to back. The cognac tasted sweet and bold. The taste lingered on my tongue. I left the robe on. I wanted him to open me like an expensive gift. I wanted to watch his eyes up close when he saw what I was hiding underneath. I’d told him to be there at eight and it was five to when he knocked. I’d left him a key—as was customary for us at hotels then—knowing he would use it if I didn’t answer. I rose to my feet, with an extra four inches added from the Brian Atwood heels which Reggie bought me for Christmas. How was I to know they’d come in so handy when I’d sent him a joking picture in a text message version of a fairy-tale princess’s Christmas list? As I stood there preparing myself, my heartbeat didn’t exactly feel fast; it just felt strong. A powerful pulsing that reverberated throughout my whole body. The door handle clicked. I’d turned the lights out, only a few recessed lights over the bar area and the fireplace remained lighting the room. It was tastefully amber and dim. The backlighting behind his body from the bright hallway, when he opened the door, gave me a chill. He wore a perfectly tailored suit and looked so masculine in profile. It fit to his tight body in magical ways. His hair was tamed back with that miracle product he used to make it look controlled, and in the light, I could see the front was beginning its rebellion, loosening and falling forward more than it should. He looked like a king. King Casey. He closed the door gently and pocketed his hand into his slacks making the fabric taught over his already visible bulge. I licked my lips. I wanted another shot, but I didn’t dare move. His blue eyes glittered from the lick of the flames behind me. The song changed. I recognized it within the first few chords. The single guitar. The arpeggio. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room. I swallowed. Eyeing him standing there, looking at me, the beautiful confusion of it all made my mouth water. His eyes wandered over me like a search light, both warning and guiding my body home. He walked toward me and I started forward to meet him halfway, but he held a hand up and stopped where he was when we were still feet apart. “You look like my wildest dream.” His perfect hand still hung in the air. “Let me look you at you little more. This memory has to last me long time, honeybee.” He pandered his time. I watched him examine every detail of me. I thought I’d feel self-conscious, but the opposite happened. I was proud, and having him take the time to look at every one of the things I’d done to get his attention felt so gratifying. I had prayed that at least one would capture his interest. The corners of his lips quirked when his eyes shifted focus down toward my garter clips. He faked coolness by biting his bottom lip, but he didn’t fool me. Finally, he said, “Come here.” My right leg, my left leg and I, we all went to him together. My entire body working on its own. It was so easy. “Wait, one more thing,” he interjected. Then did the international sign for spin-it-a-around, his smile bleeding through every feature on his face. His eyes looked like neon in the darkness. I did a slow twirl, looking over my shoulder on my way back around. I batted my eyes to get a reaction. “You look like the definition of temptation.” His eyes squinted and he pantomimed a come-here head nod. God, his claws were sunk so deep into me. If I looked like temptation, he looked precisely capable of charming-the-pants-off the Queen of England. With my shoes, the height brought my eyes to his lips, my favorite latitude on planet Earth. He ran a hand over my hair and pushed it behind my shoulder. “I can almost taste you, you smell that good,” he said, hushed. “You did all of this for me?” “I did.” I was fixated on his mouth. I wanted to put my lips on him. I wanted to touch and undress him, but this was his show and I was only too happy letting him run it. The energy coming off him was palpable. “Do you know how hard I am? I don’t know if you considered my lack of restraint when it comes to you this close to me.” His hands grazed way down my arms. “What is all of this?” “I wanted to do something for you.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “I want to make you happy. I want to be your Valentine.” I took a deep breath, the anticipation of his body hot against mine at the forefront of my thoughts. “Open me.” Ten fingers rushed my face and his lips crushed mine. Then he lifted me into the air. Eye to eye. Mouth to mouth. His arms wrapped around me and held me close. Mine went straight into his hair, my fin-gers spreading to get a grip on my unavoidable man. “You taste like the night we met,” I heard him say. He walked us farther into the room, me in his arms, our mouths tasting one another, his tongue circling mine to a beat unheard before. I let my head fall to his neck and I opened my mouth to wet him with kisses, inhaling his scent—earthy and masculine and something sweet and only him. The music changed again, but at that time, I couldn’t tell you what the song was. When my feet touched the floor again, his hands were urgent. He undid the bow where my robe tied in the front and he pushed the silk off my shoulders. The fabric easily slid off me. The look in his eyes was feral. “Look at you. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He teased as his hands found my breasts and cupped me. Like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to touch, he roamed me. Over the tight trussed-up corset, around to my ass, and back in quick succession. “I’ve missed you. I know I’m not good to you and I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing where the words were coming from. With a finger over my mouth he said, “Shhh. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.” He was right. He did handle it, but what I didn’t know was how. I could barely manage. He continued, “You’re my Valentine. Tonight you’re mine. Understand me? Even your thoughts.” He caressed my cheek. “Don’t think about anything but me. That’s what I want. I’m going to take every-thing you’re wearing off. I’m going to touch every inch of you with my mouth. And I’m not going to pretend this is just a fling tonight, like I’ve done every time. For one night, I want you to pretend like it’s me you’re promised to,” his thumbs ran over my lips, “Mine to care for and adore. Say yes to me. Even if it is only for tonight. Please?” His words came honest. I knew he didn’t always say what he felt, because of me. Because I fought my feelings hard and so, battled his as well. I’d said the most honest sentence I had, “Then I’m yours.” And with all my damned heart, I wished the words were true. He had never offered me more, and I didn’t think he ever would. He took his time unwrapping me. I luxuriated in the feeling of his hands on me and my body followed his gentle direction. When the cor-set was gone and I stood there in my panties, my hands began wandering him. I couldn't help want to touch his body the way he had been mine. My nimble fingers undid the button on his coat and he shrugged out of it. My hands untucked his pressed dress shirt and began the climb of buttons separating him from me. I pulled it open and found him, like always, well defined and muscular. His stomach cut with lean muscles that flexed under my hands. His chest strong and firm. The long ridge of his collarbone, my favorite meal. I didn’t bother with removing his shirt. Having even the slightest access to him was enough for me. In my panties, stockings, and shoes I bent down to my knees with one thing in mind. I wanted to taste, to touch, and to have all of him. To please only him. I kissed along the top edge of his dress pants, undoing his belt, and pulling it through its loops. Then, I tossed it away. The zipper went the way zippers do in these situations, and to my wonderful surprise, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I smiled at my discovery. It looked like he had finally made a decision about his undergarments. My mouth continued to water. His skin, too, was bare. But unknown to him, so was I. My fingers circled underneath his length and pulled him out. I ran both of my hands under his pants to his ass and pulled them down farther to expose his scrotum, taught and collected tightly against him. Everything about him was beautiful. I took him into my mouth and felt him flex inside me, growing even fuller. The taste of him was so intoxicating. His skin was like catnip and the more I had of it the more I needed. I looked up at him to see him watching me in wonder, his jaw ticking and every glorious muscle from my face to his was in full view. I moaned around his cock, the sight of him like this stealing the remnant of every wayward thought from my head. It was only him and me. This night was for us. I moved to a slow beat, enjoying every twitch, every breath he took while I pleasured him. He stood anchored in his spot. He brushed my hair back away from me, threaded his fingers through it, and pushed himself deep inside me before he pulled out of me and urgently pulled me up his decadent body. He kissed me, still holding my head in his hands with my hair. It was rough and his chest rose and fell in time with mine. “Go lay down over there, Blake. I want to play with my Valentines’ gift.” A shiver ran through me. He released my hair and I backed up without looking at where I was going. My body on autopilot, I did what I was told. I felt brazen and daring. I felt like I was living a fantasy. I leaned back on my elbows and drew my legs up then parted them like I’d dreamt of doing so many nights on the phone. He came to crouch next to me and took stock of the table’s offerings. “May I have a drink, honeybee? Good choice with the cognac. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were sentimental.” His voice was rich with sensuality, but his eyes were alight with happiness. He was going to play with me. I was his toy tonight. His toy. He fixed himself a drink. Two pieces of ice clanked in the glass, then two fingers of the sweet liquor followed. He brought the short glass to his lips and hummed his pleasure at the taste. I was on fire and the anticipation of him touching me was thrumming through my veins. His shirt was open and his pants, although still undone in the front were pulled back up. The runaway lock of hair, which had broken formation from the rest, was gathering company from us running our hands through it. While I’d been studying him, I hadn't paid attention to my wandering hand that was now rubbing my breast. My mouth was open and I was nearly panting. After he drank down half of the glass, he touched my leg at the knee and leisurely ran his fingers up the skin to my thigh. His barely there touch wasn't enough. I wanted more. I needed more. I spread my legs farther for him and unabashedly ran my hand to my sex. I rubbed myself over my panties trying to satisfy a need that was blazing deep inside me. His eyes watched me touch myself and I saw that his desire matched mine. The usually cool and easy-going Casey, was again gone, and in his place was the take-control lover I dreamed about nearly every night. On his knees he climbed closer to me, between my legs, and his hand met mine. “I want you, Casey.” He replied, with a firm demanding voice, “Say it again.” “I want you.” Maybe it was the ambiance and romantic mood of the room. Maybe I felt so free because it was, decidedly, my last time with him. That singular thought made me panic and I had to remind myself why. I had to recite in my head, Because you’re marrying another man. Because Casey only likes chasing you. Because he doesn’t want the same things you do. He doesn’t want a family. He doesn’t want a home. He likes traveling and being carefree. And it was those exact things that made me believe I had to leave him and made my heart retch to let him go. Because he would never offer me anything different and I could no longer live with the desperate yearning I had for him, that was entwined with my deeper desires for home, future, and stability. Then he caught me and halted the runaway train that was my thoughts. “I told you, honeybee. No thinking like that.” Had I said all that out loud? Or was it possible my thoughts were loud enough to hear. Still, even though my mind was playing chess with itself, my body and heart never strayed. They belonged to him. “Then kiss me. Distract me.” He reached for the table and his glass, emptying it in his mouth and I watched as he downed every last drop, including the ice. Returning the empty glass to the table, his eyes found mine and I saw a hint of mischief. He dipped his head to my neck. The sensation was hot, but I could feel the coolness of the ice at the same time. He kissed my chest and when he took my nipple into his mouth the ice across my warm flesh sent a rush of need straight through me. I bucked my hips trying to find the pressure and friction I craved, but he backed away and down my body, taking his ice with him. When he got to the elastic at the top of my panties he stopped and looked up at me. “You’re so beautiful, Blake. Your body was made for me.” He kissed above the little blue bow on my panties. He said, low and sultry, “Your smell haunts me.” He dipped his head lower and breathed me in, his eyes flickering as he inhaled. “I crave the taste of you, like a man starved.” Sitting up a little, he grasped both sides of the thin string that circled my hips on both sides of the expensive lingerie bottoms. Then they were gone. He caressed me with his stare. His eyes took in my bared flesh and he prayed, “Mercy.”

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Release Blitz: Dreamweavers Author: C.C. Ravanera

 

Title: Dreamweavers 

Author: C.C. Ravanera 

Genre: Fantasy 

Release Date: January 29, 2015 

Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing

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Anima thrives in a parallel world where she harvests human dreams, but she has a secret. She longs for something more. She wants to be a part of it all and not just a visitor in another body.
Something within her is changing, something she can't explain.....no longer is she comfortable in her own skin. When she suddenly discovers a way to have it all she soon finds out that nothing is as it seems. Everything she's ever known is changing. One things for certain, she's in over her head. Thrust into a reality where she's killing people, fighting for her very existence and meeting the angel of death. She soon finds out her entire existence has been a lie and she is the only one who can change it. They call her the savior, but she's just Anima, how can she save everyone when she is unsure if she can save herself?
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After creating a nice pleasant dream for one of my assigned humans for the night about walking a big yellow dog down the beach, whereas I was the dog, something peculiar happened. I was in the middle of harvesting a decent amount of Lumus when I heard a voice in my head. “What are you doing?” I was asked. Startled, I looked around and found the man in the dream looking at me curiously. I quickly assessed him and found his conscious mind was still asleep. I was faced with an alert subconscious — another new thing I had never encountered before — and one I didn’t know how to deal with. “Oh, hi, ahh… I’m working?” Is this the next test? We were in the middle of his brain activity, which had a faint purple hue to it. I felt calm and rested inside it, even though I’d been rushing all night, finishing our assignments. The energy was gently flowing into me and my human, Michael Red, was watching the process thoughtfully. “Are you absorbing me?” he asked curiously. Uh-oh. Was I? What was I supposed to say? I didn’t really know what happened to humans when they woke up after my visits. I’d always assumed our visits had been undetected, and humans had not been affected by them at all. Since we’d never stayed around to see dawn, nobody had ever seen a human wake up afterwards. Should I stop letting the energy soak into me? But what if this was a test? I must have taken my time answering because Michael Red started speaking again. “I’ve read about beings like you,” he said, changing the topic. Either he wasn’t bothered with being absorbed or he was changing tactics. I was beginning to think that perhaps I should leave, but what he’d said tweaked my curiosity. He’s read about us? “Oh, have you?” He nodded in response. “You look exactly how I imagined you would look.” He’d just hit my most sensitive spot. But how could he see me, the real me, that is? I straightened up and regarded him more carefully. There wasn’t really anything that striking with the man. He was tall for a human and slender in build but not too thin. Humans would consider him handsome, I supposed, with his intelligent-looking green eyes. He had a strong nose and a nice smile, though his black hair made his complexion paler than it was. “How do I look exactly?” I countered back. Again that nice smile appeared. “Ethereal.” I blinked at him stupidly. Ethereal. I’d never considered myself or anyone from the Realm as ethereal. Was there something wrong with his sight?   CC Ravanera C.C. hailed from the Philippines but now lives in England with her husband and two young boys. She works as a full-time nurse and absolutely enjoys it. When she’s not working she spends the rest of her time running around the house with the boys and spending quality time with her husband. In her spare time (whew!) she writes her books and dreams of becoming a ‘proper author’. She’s addicted to coffee and chocolates. She loves reading books and waking up to the sound of birds early in the morning.
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Blog Tour: Lana's Awakening by: Kristin Elyon

Lana's Awakening

Kristin Elyon

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 Book Description
Publication Date: November 21, 2014
Inspired by True Real Life Events… 

Lana Martin had a simple life, uncomplicated by the things that normally plagued her friends. But then terror struck and she found herself the unwilling plaything of a sexual deviant. She is forced to do many things she otherwise would have never considered, the most horrible of all being to take a deep long look at herself. What she sees scares the hell out of her, and those around her. Sex for her is quickly transformed from the mundane to a dangerous way of life. Under his control, she is forced to endure things that would have crushed most people, but somehow she managed to stay alive long enough to be rescued and return to a normal life.

Something dark is awakened inside of her, an unknown desire, an insatiable hunger for a master to use her for his pleasure. Her need for submission takes her down a winding path of pain and pleasure, as she comes to grips with her carnal lust, and her need to have it satisfied. Her captor awoke a sexual beast he hadn’t expected, and no one is prepared for Lana Martin.

Only life would never be normal again for Lana, because she came out of the ordeal with an unsettling knowledge that she had never been truly happy before. The deeply terrifying events she had endured had done something she hadn’t expected; they had awakened something dark inside of her, a lust that could only be satisfied under the protection of a black hood. She found that only in that darkness, could she truly be free from her inhibitions.

When Daniel Morrow, the man who had held her captive is released from prison, Lana’s nightmare begins again, and she fears she will never be safe again. Her life, her future now relies on one man, the man she had once dismissed as unable to satisfy her longing, her former boyfriend Sergio Marsilis. Follow along with Lana as the darkness is awakened inside of her, and then as she searches for the one thing that has always eluded her, perfect sexual freedom.

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Excerpt #1

The thought of asking him to hurry never entered her mind. The wait was hell, but what a delightful hell it was. Her dark prince knew her sins and exactly how to celebrate them, incorporating her punishment into her heavenly reward.
His hand on the small of her back told her he was ready, gently holding her in place with the warmth of a deep embrace. His free hand slid behind her, his fingers protruding past the paddle’s handle, gliding lightly across her skin. The first swat stung deep, sending rapid shockwaves through her body, and causing her skin to tingle ecstatically beneath the paddle. Her legs began to tremble immediately as she allowed her head to hang motionless beneath her.
“Thank you,” she managed, trying to make the strain in her voice sound, at the least, like it originated a bit more from pain than pleasure. But was often a trick harder than she could manage. All he had to do was let one finger slip, and touch her there, and he would know damn well how much she liked it.
A second swat came harder than the first, sending an echoing ‘smack!’ bouncing off the walls before returning to her welcoming ears. Even the sound of the paddle as it quickly reddened her ass caused a barely controllable urge to beg for more. A third swat, then a fourth and fifth came in rapid succession, stealing any delusions of control from Lana’s body, her mouth. She moaned loudly as Sergio applied the wood again and again, any semblance of displeasure lost to her completely. When she felt the handle of the paddle placed into his left hand on the small of her back, she could not hold back the whimper.
“Yes,” she said, knowing he would now know her desire, her appreciation. His finger slid effortlessly inside her aching opening, the sopping sound it made only heightening her desire, her need. A second finger found no further resistance than the first, as he quickened the pace, plowing his fingers inside her again and again. It was only when a third finger was added, that the pace slowed, her pussy tightened around him hungrily.

Ten Fun Facts about Kristin Elyon

1.       I’m 23 years old and have moved 24 times since I was born.
2.       I’ve been to 39 of the 50 states.
3.       I HATE pink and love blue
4.       I am extremely farsighted. (I can only see things close up) and I have astigmatism (my eyes are shaped differently than most people. Think mine are football shaped and yours are round) and strabismus (crossed eye). Those are both big words meaning my eyes don’t do what they are supposed to do. I see blurry things all the time and have trouble focusing. I should be blind but because of several surgeries I can see.
5.       I write words or draw pictures with shaving cream before I smooth it over my legs. It’s a ritual.
6.       When I find a movie I LOVE I watch it as many times as I can. When I hear a word or phrase that is in said movie I begin reciting lines. For Example “Bacon ” I think of the scene in Lord of the Rings when Frodo and the other hobbits are making bacon and make a fire. “Nice crispy bacon…we saved some for you Frodo.. No! put it out you fools…”  I’ve been told it is VERY annoying.
7.       The smell of a forest after a night of rain is the scent of heaven to my nose.
8.       Hot dogs are yummy and I couldn’t care less about what goes into them.
9.       My favorite number is ‘24’ since childhood.
10.   I’m a geek! I LOVE video games! I have the XBOX, XBOX 360. The Wii. Wii U. The Nintendo 3DS and can beat you in Halo and call of duty. 

Excerpt #2

“What do you want more than anything else?” he asked.
She didn’t have to think about that one; she knew the answer before he asked it, in the bath earlier, on the chair in front of Sergio. There was only one thing she wanted, and while she had only recently been able to come to grips with it, somehow she knew she had wanted it all along. She looked back over her shoulder at him and said the truest thing she could remember ever saying in her life.
“I want you to do any and every thing you want to do, without ever asking that question again.”He lowered her until her feet were back on the ground below her, removing his hands from her, and walked around the bench to face her suspended upturned face. Her eyes followed him as he walked, leaning back to watch his face as he approached her again. He was looking behind her, but this time it wasn’t to keep her from seeing his face; he was looking up and down the street to make sure no one had come up behind them. Convinced they were alone, he looked down at her, his eyes locking with hers. Surely, he could see the seriousness in her eyes. She did her best to hold his gaze, the one she had often seen as kind, but was now becoming something different, a truer level of kindness, one which reached past her outer weakness and found the strength inside.
“That’s easy enough to say,” he said, his eyes seemingly searching hers, searching for any hint of regret, for anything resembling weakness. Completely understanding the difference between submission and weakness, Lana smiled.
“So is ‘stop,’ but you will never hear me say it.”
He held her gaze a few seconds longer, then seemingly convinced, stepped forward, unzipping his pants. When he pulled his dick from his pants, she had her mouth open waiting for him. He lowered his pants far enough to keep the buckle of his belt and the zipper from his pants from coming into contact with her face, then gently holding the sides of her head, pushed his dick into her mouth. Lana felt it pause momentarily at the back of her mouth before sliding in deeper. Her uplifted head created a straight line from her mouth into her throat, and though there was some resistance, he had no real trouble getting its entire length inside her mouth. She held no delusion that any prolonged pressure of this nature would turn discomfort into actual pain, but it didn’t matter; she was where she wanted to be, completely vulnerable but in complete control. He held her head in place and fucked her mouth, gentler than she might have thought, but firmly, his pace quickening. His anticipation had been extreme and it was not long until she felt the head of his dick swelling against her tonsils.
He pulled his dick backward, stopping when only the tip remained inside her mouth, and then as a loud grunt came from his mouth, she felt the hot release explode inside her mouth, easily filling it with his salty cum. He pushed forward some, now stopping at the back of her mouth, forcing some of the sticky mess into her throat, while causing some to escape and run down the corners of her mouth. She felt it as it dripped from her chin, while more found its way down her throat into the pit of her stomach, its warmth easily recognizable inside her. He milked the last of it into her waiting mouth before pulling his dick back out into the night air. She tilted her head backwards, swallowing as much as she could, the remainder slipping out of her mouth as she looked up at him and opened her mouth. With his hot jizz on her chin and lips, she looked up at him, whispering the most sincere thing in her heart.
“Thank you,” she said.

About the Author

During the day I work as a senior portrait photographer and a graphic designer. At night I am a writer of DARK erotica and BDSM stories that are guaranteed to make your panties wet.

I'm also a college student who loves Starbucks! I live in California with my fiancé and a doxie puppy. In my free time, I watch The Vampire Diaries, The Walking Dead, and True Blood.

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Release Blitz: The Hysterics by: Kristen Hope Mazzola




Once upon a time, I was Fallon Dunbar.


Rock and roll, drugs, and bad decisions were the life I lived.



I’d fallen so deep into the dark rabbit hole that I was certain I would never make it out alive. People like me didn’t get second chances. People like me didn’t get lifted from the darkness. So when the opportunity showed up, I had to take it.
I walked away from everything I loved, everything that was killing me, and I became Fae Dunham. After that, I hid behind makeup, long sleeves, and a closed-off heart.

All was well until I met Dane Pearson. He wasn’t convinced of the new me, and whenever he was near, I felt like the old me, the real me, filled with passion and a love for music. Every day was a struggle of self-discovery. Every day was a fight to not fall back down the rabbit hole. And every day, somehow, someway, I slowly began to discover what it meant to find myself.

It was a hysteric ride, but it was ours. And I wouldn’t change a thing.


pROLOGUE
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FALLON
I was Fallon Dunbar.
I was a drummer.
I was confident, strong, and driven.
I was a junkie.
I am dead.

The full boxes scattered around my small one room apartment made it feel more real. The sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach made it feel so wrong. The new title and job made it feel surreal.

I am Fae Dunham.
I am the assistant editor of Raging Underground.
I am unsure, nervous, and scared shitless.
I am in recovery.

Staring into the full length mirror I had just hung up on the back of the door in my new room, I saw the shell of what I used to be, the life I could no longer have. The only traces left of my old life were the lips piercing I refused to take out. They were my favorites and they were staying. People like me don’t get second chances, but for some reason, I was standing knee-deep in one.

There’s no turning back now.
I will live again.


You want to know more about me? Well, let's see...
I am just an average twenty-something following my dreams. I have a full time "day job" and by night I am author. I guess you could say that writing is like my super power (I always wanted one of those). I am the lover of wine, sushi, football and the ocean; that is when I am not wrapped up in the literary world.
Please feel free to contact me to chat about my writing, books you think I'd like or just to shoot the, well you know.
A portion of all my royalties are donated to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation.

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Blog Tour: BURNING BARRIERS Author: Sara Shirley



BURNING BARRIERS
Author: Sara Shirley
Series: Barriers Series Book #2.5 
Genre: Contemporary Romance
~ SYNOPSIS ~
Lucy
We were high school prom king and queen.

He moved on. I moved east.

Seven years ago, I left Breckenridge, Colorado, hoping never to return.

All it took was one horrific night not too long ago to change everything.

Now, I’m back in Breckenridge to recover from a recent attack that nearly took my life as well as my best friend’s, and there is one person I hope I don’t run into.

His name is Jake Galloway.

My old boyfriend and my first true love.

I’ve never told anyone about him for fear of my deepest feelings resurfacing.

I’m more afraid of what will happen to me should my path cross with Jake’s again. I know memories of what we once had will hurt me more than anything I’ve recently gone through.

He’ll own my heart and my body all over again.


Jake
She took off running when I confessed I loved her but couldn’t give her the committed relationship she wanted. I needed to live my college years and party it up with lots of girls and booze. 

Sex with Lucy Wyatt was an experience in and of itself. I thought I was doing right by moving on from her. I thought there was more out there than just Lucy, even if we burned for each other like a raging wildfire. 

I haven’t seen her since the night she took off from my house. Little did I know life would throw me a curveball once I got to college. 

I still screw women and drink all night long, but that has to do with the direction my life went seven years ago. It has nothing to do with college, simply because I never made it past my first week once classes began. 

I lost Lucy. I lost out on the college experience. And, I lost my father all in the course of a few short months. 

Now, Lucy’s back, and I want her more than ever. The minute my eyes trailed on her driving down the street, my desire for her burned more than ever. It’s as though seven years apart never happened. It’s just this time I’m not sure I can have her anymore. 

Can old flames still burn? Lucy and Jake are about to find out. 


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~ One Click the Barriers Series ~
~ ABOUT THE AUTHOR ~
Sara Shirley

I think my love for books started when I was a teenager on summer vacations reading Mary Higgins Clark novels. As I grew older that turned into reading romance novels. Now, that's turned into me writing three romance novels and another on the way in the series. 

In college I actually majored in Geography and concentrated in Travel & Tourism. I still love to travel constantly, but now find myself working in the world of Finance during the day and writing romance novels at night. 

I was born and raised just north of Boston and currently live with my husband and cat. When I'm not running a mile a minute with work and books you can find me at a local wine tasting or out with friends at the pub doing shots of Patron. I have a weak spot for candy, Ghirardelli chocolate to be exact. I am addicted to the three "C"s. Coffee, Cheese and Carbs. I grew up with an Italian family and giving those up will never be an option. 

I typically have a dirty mind and zero filter between my head and my mouth. If you are around me...good luck. I'm obsessed with hockey, Oregon football, beaches, Supernatural, Friends and stupid comedy movies. I've been called a "tall drink of water" due to my height and love for platform heels. Chances are you will not miss me if we are ever in the same room. Just look for the chick laughing hysterically, wearing heels and holding a glass of wine in her hand. That will be me.

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