Friday, 26 October 2012

The Lakeland Heatwave Paranormal Erotica Series by K D Grace

New books from the fabulous KD Grace! Snippets, freebies and links - oh my!
And click here for details of the official launch party!
The Lakeland Heatwave Paranormal Erotica Series.

Book 1, Body Temperature and Rising is currently available for FREE on Amazon Kindle! Get yours now – offer ends 31st October.
American transplant to the Lake District, MARIE WARREN, didn’t know she could unleash demons and enflesh ghosts until a voyeuristic encounter on the fells ends in sex with the charming ghost, ANDERSON, and night visits from a demon. To help her cope with her embarrassing and dangerous new abilities, Anderson brings her to the ELEMENTALS, a coven of witches who practice rare sex magic that temporarily allows needy ghosts access to the pleasures of the flesh.
DEACON, the demon Marie has unleashed, holds an ancient grudge against TARA STONE, coven high priestess, and will stop at nothing to destroy all she holds dear. Marie and her landlord, the reluctant young farmer, TIM MERIWETHER, are at the top of his list. Marie and Tim must learn to wield coven magic and the numinous power of their lust to stop Deacon’s bloody rampage before the coven is torn apart and more innocent people die.
Book 2, Riding the Ether is available now!
Cassandra Larkin keeps her ravenous and dangerous sexual appetite secret until she seduces Anderson in the mysterious void of the Ether.  Anderson is the sexy, insatiable ghost who can give her exactly what she needs.
But sex is dangerous in a place like the Ether…
When the treacherous demon, Deacon, discovers the truth about the origin of Cassandra’s powerful lust, he plots to use her sex magic for revenge on Tara Stone and the Elemental Coven, who practice their own brand of sex magic.
Cassandra must embrace the lust and sexuality she fears and learn to use its power. Will she stand with Anderson, Tara, and the Elemental Coven against Deacon’s wrath or suffer the loss of friendship, magic and love?

K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she, cuz otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband recently walked the Coast to Coast route across England. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots.
K D has erotica published with Xcite Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Scarlet Magazine, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop, and her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011.
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Thursday, 25 October 2012

Confessions of a Sex Demon - with Jaye Shields

Confession_sOfASexDemon_Large.jpgToday I have fellow Beachwalk author, Jaye Shields showcasing her new book, 
Confessions of a Sex Demon

Zahra proves that sex demons do it better as she goes from captive to captivator.

Sex Demon Zahra Aniron is a closet romantic. Too bad she spends her time having hot, kinky sex with paying strangers. But she needs the money to pay off her sister's debt to wizard thugs. There could be worse things than getting paid for pleasure, especially since a sex demon needs climax to survive.

As a blacksmith, Lennox Aegros puts his fury to good use pounding steel into swords. When he arrives at a new town, his real cause for being there isn't to sell weaponry, it's for revenge. When he finds the succubus he's been searching for, her beauty means he can mix business with pleasure. But the joke's on Lennox, because as he succeeds in torturing his victim by repeatedly bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then denying her the release that she so desperately needs, he realizes that Zahra's slow demise means the breaking of a heart he didn't think he had.

An Excerpt from Confessions of a Sex Demon

Zahra woke to a sharp pinch against her skin. She tried to peel open her eyelids, but they were heavy stones. She wanted to touch her eyes, but her arms moved nowhere. Fear caused her lids to fly open only to realize that she was indeed strapped down.

The perpetrator smiled, but it was subtle. Very subtle. His tan skin was darker in the dim room. His blue irises appeared so light that his eyes became demonic charcoals glaring at her in the shadowy room. He finished strapping her foot down.

“Do you like your accommodations, demon?”

“You should have asked Bane for help decorating. He’s also very good at the dark, gloomy dungeon thing.” She’d hoped to sound feisty, but instead, her voice was nothing more than a pitiful rasp.

“Since you’re used to your mouth being filled, I’ll help you.” Lennox stood over her. She never took her eyes from his intense frown as he tied a scarf around her mouth. He pulled it tight enough to cut into the edges of her mouth. Zahra did her best to smash his fingers into the cold metal table she was strapped to. Unfortunately, the back of her head missed its mark and thunked hard against the steel.

At least she could still see what was taking place. Fear coursed through her. She barely knew this man and she couldn’t imagine what he had in store for her. She was a succubus, used to kinky requests, and most men knew they didn’t need to kidnap her for such a session. She watched Lennox’s tall form cross the mostly empty room. The only furniture was a small table. Probably where he kept his—

Scissors. Lennox turned toward her with a pair in his hand. As he walked in her direction, he looked entirely too innocent to be foreboding. His blond hair was a stark contrast against his tan skin. She’d felt his muscles earlier and they were those of an intense lover, not a fighter. Clearly this guy was tweaked. He was hot as hell and normally she liked freaky guys. If he hadn’t insulted her ever since they first met, they might’ve even had a chance. No charge.

Lennox stood between her legs and she could barely see him from her tight bondage against the table. The cold metal of the scissors slipped under her corset. As the fabric began falling away, the soft groan of the metal cutting through thick black fabric echoed in the empty room. Her tight top became looser with every passing second. Heat crept into her body. Good news: she had the feeling this guy could make her come. Hard. The bad news: she was kidnapped by a psychopath and no one knew where she was.
Maybe he’s a trap-and-set-free kind of psychopath. Love ’em and leave ’em.

“Your body betrays you. You crave your abductor, don’t you, succubus?” She avoided his gaze by staring at the ceiling. Zahra could feel the heat from his intense appraisal of her body as he guided the shears across her pants. Apparently, he was leaving no clothes for her to try to escape in. It was becoming clearer by the moment that he had no plans for her to leave.


Jaye Shields Author Pic.jpgAbout the Author

Born and raised in the grunge capitol, she took her love of music and poetry from the Pacific Northwest to California. Now she lives in Alameda, a quaint island town in the Bay Area. With a degree in Anthropology-emphasis in Archaeology, she’s itching to climb some more pyramids. When she’s not writing, she’s either at her day-job or taking long walks along the Alameda beach and gazing at the outline of San Francisco in the distance. Oh yes, and her heart can generally be found in Paris...

You can contact Jaye via email here:

Sunday, 21 October 2012

Ghostly Kisses Blisse Kisses

Good morning! It’s been a few weeks since I’ve taken part in the Sunday Snog – but I have some time today before the daily chaos begins to sit back and read along – be sure to click here for more Blisse Kiss After dark kissing and naughtiness from some other authors...
Since it’s all getting a bit spooky and the dark nights are closing in, I thought I’d share a kiss from my paranormal erotic romance, Mia’s Books. In this excerpt, Mia is returning home to her ghost lover after a weekend of passion with her human lover...

Mia stood at her front door, rummaging in her bag for her keys. She’d picked up her discarded coat and purse from the club on her way home. Her fingertips caught on the jangling metal but she kept rummaging around them. She didn’t want to open the door. The curtains fluttered, and she knew her ghost lover was watching. She’d be furious. Mia had stayed for the entire weekend with Anton, indulging in a good old-fashioned love-in.
Suddenly the door flew open and a fierce wind blew Mia into the hallway. The door slammed shut and the wind bolted around the hall, up and down the staircase, gaining momentum until it crashed into her, pinning her to the wall.
“Where were you?” A streak of wind darted into Mia’s ear canal and hissed the words into her brain. “I told you to bring him here!”
“I’m sorry.” Mia didn’t know if she’d just thought the words or actually said them. She was starting to fear this wild little entity. “Please, I never meant to hurt you. I…I...”
“I was lonely,” whispered the ghost.
“I’m sorry.” Mia thought about her words carefully. “I just don’t know how he’ll react.”
“To a ghost, you mean?”
“Well…” Mia bit her lip. “Yes.”
“Don’t worry, he’ll understand.”
“How do you know?” asked Mia, still pinned to the wall, her toes stretching to reach the carpet.
“You did,” came the reply that Mia couldn’t argue with. “Didn’t you?” The voice softened and wound around her brain like treacle, echoing in and out of the most intimate parts of her mind, arousing her thoughts. “You understand me,” the ghost whispered and caressed Mia’s thoughts as if she was running her fingers through her hair, finding doors upon doors to all the erogenous zones in her body.
Mia began to melt into the wall as the feelings grew and swept through her body. She was being aroused from the inside out and began to sway and rock as if in an erotic trance.
“You understand,” the ghost repeated over and over while pulsing energy through and over Mia, down to her toes and back up and out to the tips of each strand of hair on her head. Every nerve in her body tingled and rose to meet the ethereal touch. In and out, up and down the waves of pleasure mounted and Mia tried to locate the center of her building climax. She realized there was none as suddenly her entire being was engulfed in a trillion bursting lights and every cell in her body shuddered and released.
The ghost eased Mia gently through to her bedroom and tucked her into her covers. Mia was still twitching and glowing when sleep rested its yawning presence over her.
Mia slept a full and deep night’s sleep in the warm uttering of her ghost’s mantra, “You understand me, Mia. You understand.”

If you would like more ghostly and human saucy action (and it does get very saucy!) Mia’s Books is currently on sale for 99 cents from Beachwalk Press please click here!
Content warning – graphic sexual scenes with strong language and ghostly interaction. Leave a comment and I'll pick one at random at the end of Blisse Kiss to win a pdf of Mia's Books x x x - if you can't wait that long - follow the links - it's only 99c until the end of October!

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Wednesday, 10 October 2012

The Call of the Sea with Justine Elyot

It's another insight into the authors behind Smut By The Sea - and today 
Justine Elyot is with me to talk about the lure of the ocean...

The sea calls to me. I can live away from it, but I'm always relieved when I'm back by the shore. I like all forms of seaside settlement, and there are so many different ones to choose from. Even the industrial landscapes you find at the mouths of great rivers fascinate and inspire me – the belching chimneys, the looming cranes, the chemical colours in the sky behind. There's a grandeur to it all.

Then there are fishing villages with multi-coloured cottages winding down the cobbled hill to the harbour. Genteel retirement resorts full of neat parks and gardens and Victorian shelters on the prom. Loud, blaring strips of roller-coasters and flashing lights. I love 'em all.

Seaside towns are not like other places. They lure a transient population and their microcosm of society is accordingly skewed. I played on this idea in my 2011 Carina Press novel, Erotic Amusements, and it's just as relevant to my story in Smut By The Sea. People pass through seaside towns – and not just the tourists. Sometimes they settle, but often they drift on to the next place. Mark, the faded crooner who plays the Winter Gardens in Love In The Low Season, is a case in point. Like so many people who come to the shore, he's looking for a reason to stay.

Does he find it in my story? I'd like to think so.

Find out if he really does! Here's those special magic links to lead you to the truth...

Amazon UK
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Friday, 5 October 2012

Oh What A Happy Girl Am I!

Look, look what came all the way over the Atlantic Ocean from Beachwalk Press? My book, A Clockwork Butterfly - in paperback!
Woooo-hoooo! I'm so excited - it's a futuristic erotic romance with lots of saucy hot love action!
You can buy it now for a discounted price AND free shipping from Beachwalk Click Here.

Thanks for reading me lovelies - hope you enjoy x x x

A Clockwork Butterfly by Tabitha Rayne - Futuristic Erotic Romance

Lovers torn apart by duty…will Angelo and Lena be reunited?

Mankind is close to extinction. Toxins have all but wiped out the male population. The remaining fertile men are housed in manors where their seed is collected.

Lena Lee is a new collector with a rare pheromone believed to reignite human fertility. She's assigned a male who's predicted to be her perfect match.

Angelo, a clockwork butterfly maker, is held captive, his essence harvested daily by Lena. Over time, the couple begins to fall in love, something which is strictly prohibited. When their forbidden love is discovered, Lena is banished from the manor.

Torn apart by the duty that brought them together, Lena and Angelo must find a way back to each other. But even if Angelo manages to escape, he doesn't know where to find Lena. Will following the path of the clockwork butterfly lead him to his true love?

Content Warning: strong language, BDSM, and graphic sexual content, including m/f, f/f, and f/f/m sexual interaction
Watch a trailer for A Clockwork Butterfly here!
A little taster…
Lena hardly breathed as her fingertips reached out to the tiny flapping creature. Could it be? She trembled, trying to stifle her excitement with the fear that it might disintegrate beneath her touch, just as it had nightly in the dreams that plagued her.
Closing her eyes, she waited to be jolted into the reality of her cold, empty room. But it was different this time; her fingers flinched as they brushed something real. Lena opened her eyes and picked up the golden butterfly, laying it in her palm. Slowly, the tiny wings stopped beating.
Lena realized her lungs were at bursting point and exhaled up into the ceiling, fearful of sweeping the treasure away with her breath. She studied the lifeless creature carefully. It was so beautiful, so intricate.
"At last," she whispered into her quivering hands, bowing over with relief. "I've been waiting so long."
* * * *
Lena James Lee waited excitedly in the bustling throng of women all the same age as her. They had been picked up by the coach from various stops throughout the country and most were rumpled, tired, and anxious. They all knew why they were there; their fates had been decided by the Archmatrias long before they had known anything of the manors or what it meant to be a collector.
Lena's mother had been so proud; she was the only one in her whole community who had been given the special invitation to attend training.
"Remember, Lena," her mother had advised quite forcefully, "it's not just your life that depends on this."
Lena had hopped on the coach without a care in the world. Now though, rumors swelled, starting with hushed whispers and giggling until all-out mayhem ensued.
"They make you wear nothing but a golden thong and you have to crawl around on the floor, parading yourself," Mae, a loud, stunningly beautiful girl shrieked.
"Are there really men? Do we get to see them?" Lena tentatively asked her in a rare quiet moment.
"Honey, we do more than see them." Mae cackled and swiped Lena playfully on the back of the head.
Lena felt her cheeks burn, it was clear that the other young women knew a lot more than she did.
"Are you really telling me you don't know what you signed up for?" Mae leaned in to Lena. "Has no one ever told you what that's for?" she whispered lavasciously into Lena's ear and slid a hand up the inside of her thigh.
The truth was, Lena had been brought up with great solemnity about becoming a collector. All the girls were vetted and tested from a very young age and if they showed promise in any of the four categories, their life was pretty much mapped out for them from that day. Lena had been pinpointed as a good candidate for a collector because of her striking looks, poise, and perfect proportions.
"Lena, my dear." Mae looked at her intently. "I think your mother followed the rules on abstinence and denial a little too carefully!"
"What do you mean?"
Mae rolled her eyes. "I've never met anyone so sexually unaware in all my life! You must be at least twenty-one, and I bet you've never even pleasured yourself, let alone anyone else."
Lena recalled the delight on her friends' faces when she'd brought out her prize-winning lemon meringue pies at tea parties.
"Yes, I have," she said defiantly, knowing in her heart that confectionary was not what Mae was talking about…

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Wednesday, 3 October 2012

Bound By Pleasure with Lacey Wolfe

I'm featuring the gorgeous Lacey Wolfe's new release from Beachwalk Press today,Bound By Pleasure
Can Megan let her guard down enough to experience the pleasures Greg has to offer?
As an erotic romance author who has spent hours researching the BDSM lifestyle, Megan thinks she knows all about it. But when she decides to explore it firsthand, she quickly learns that there's a lot she doesn't know.
Greg isn't your typical Dom. He's an artist, and his life is anything but organized. He likes Megan from the start. She's honest and he sees something different in her. The more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself acting in ways he never has before. He's developing feelings for her, and he's hopeful Megan might be feeling the same way, but every time he tries to get her to open up to him, it seems that she takes a huge step back.
Megan has a hard time expressing herself, a problem that only intensified when her ex criticized her every time she tried to share her feelings. As a result, she learned to bite her tongue and keep her emotions hidden. So when she begins to fall in love with Greg, she isn't sure how to tell him, or even if she should tell him. But she fears if she doesn't open up to him soon, she may lose him. Can Megan find the courage she needs before it's too late?
Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM theme
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Turning off the car, Megan grabbed her purse. She quickly checked her makeup and hair in the rearview mirror. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of her car and headed for the front door. The house was gorgeous and the yard was well taken care of. Once she made it up the stone walkway, she saw that the door was ajar. Strange.
She pushed it open and called out and was greeted by a deep voice that echoed from somewhere in the back. He directed her to go to his study which she would find to her left.
Well, she had made it this far, and he knew she was here—there was no turning back now. Once again she took a deep breath, and she made her way to his study. The door was closed when she found it, so once inside the room she made sure to shut it back.
Megan couldn’t believe the sight of his office. It was in complete disarray. Not one bit of organization. There were half started paintings on canvases scattered here and there, and piles of paper stacked on the bookshelves and desk. Perhaps it was best to get out of there. She couldn’t understand why Dawn had recommended him. This was not what she’d expected at all.
Right as she was about to leave she heard the doorknob jiggle. Her eyes widened as she wondered what to do next. Should she meet him on her knees? Or simply take a seat in a chair since this was only an interview? She opted for the chair and sat just as he walked in.
It took every ounce of Megan’s self-control not to let her mouth drop open when she saw the man who presented himself in front of her. Once again, this was not what she had expected. In strutted a man in loose, ripped jeans and a baggy t-shirt. He had sandy brown hair that was long and tied back in a ponytail. His eyes were crystal blue. A gorgeous smile was plastered on his face as he took a seat directly in front of her on a bar stool.
“You must be Megan,” he said.
“I am.” She had no idea how to address him or what to say.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting.” He reached over and took a piece of paper from the pile on his desk. “I looked over your application, and I see that you only have a little experience in this lifestyle. Have you ever had a Master?”
“No,” she responded.
Greg’s eyes drifted up and down her body. If she wasn’t feeling self-conscious before, she definitely was now.
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“No, why?”
“You have to be honest with me or else I won’t even consider you. Trust is very important in a relationship such as you’re wanting to enter into.”
Taking a deep breath, she blurted out, “To be frank, you’re not what I was expecting.”
He chuckled. “Continue.”
“You’re so laid back, your office is not organized, and well, as I said, you are not what I was at all expecting.”
“Tell me then, what were you expecting?”
“A businessman with a powerful job.”