Red-Hot Valentine's Blog Hop

Hi all,
in celebration or the most romantic day of the year, the fabulous Ranae Rose has designed a fabulous Valentine's blog hop and you can win totally fabulous prizes! (Did I mention the fabulosity of it all?)

Each of the participating authors will be giving away a prize on their individual blog. I'll be giving away a copy each of my historical short story Hot Buttered Strumpet and my BDSM-inspired novella The Accidental Sub. Just leave a comment including your email address and make sure to state which eBook you'd like to win.

Want more fabulous prizes? Make sure you visit all the blogs and leave a comment on each. Here's the link to the blog hop page: http://ranaerose.blogspot.com/p/red-hot-v-day-blog-hop-sign-up.html

Also, you can read fantastic excerpts of sexy, romantic, extra hot stories.

And, here's the best part: by leaving a comment on one or all of the participating blogs you have a chance to enter the drawing for the grand blog hop prize - a $60 gift card to All Romance eBooks!

So, what are you waiting for? Leave a comment below for a chance to win!

And without further ado, here's the hot excerpt from Hot Buttered Strumpet:

 Annie looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. Her hair was a mess. She went back to the dresser and found a comb, with which she tried to disentangle her hair, then she piled the curls up on her head and tied them with a blue silk cravat.
Content with her appearance for the moment, Annie turned away from the dresser and tried the third door. It led from the bedroom into a corridor. There were more doors to the left and right.
She could hear noises at one end of the passage and the clattering of dishes. Her stomach growled. How long since she had eaten? Ah yes, the meal she had shared with Wren before she had sucked his lovely cock.
She found herself staring dreamily down the hall, thinking of Wren and how she could really get used to his company. He was gentle and strong and she went all warm and wobbly inside just thinking about the way he had looked at her when she rode his hard shaft.
She wanted to find him, to be close to him. She pattered down the passage on her bare feet, looking into empty rooms to the left and right until she found another bedroom. Two people shared the big four-poster bed. She gasped and almost closed the door again, before she realised they were Wren and his younger brother, the angelic one. What was his name again? Ah yes, Robert.
Robert, the angelic, lay on his back gloriously naked, one arm sprawled over his head, the other at his groin. He was still asleep but his cock was half-erect, a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip. She wanted to lick it. Ah well, later maybe.
Her gaze was drawn to the other man on the bed. Wren was also quite obviously naked although his body was half-covered with a thin white sheet, which tented quite prominently where his cock had begun to stir. Annie’s gaze wandered up his body appreciatively, surprised to meet his warm grey eyes.
“Good morning, my lovely,” he said in his soft, deep voice. “Care to join us?” He pulled the sheet from his rampant cock and smiled at her invitingly.
Annie blushed but smiled back at him. “I’d love to. But you’ll have to go slow on me today, sir. I’m still a bit sore from last night.”
His answering smile was rueful as he urged her to him for a slow, sensual kiss. Her body snuggling between the two men, she felt warm and content. Then he began to kiss her in earnest, arousing her with the expert caresses of his powerful hands. When she moaned against his mouth and pushed her body against his, he chuckled lightly. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you? I would love to lick your pussy but that will probably wake Rob and he will want to join in the fun.”
She giggled. “I’m ready to go, if you are,” she whispered, suddenly a little shy.
He pulled the dressing gown off her, then crawled down her body burying his mouth between her legs while he straddled her. This position had the definite advantage of presenting her with direct access to his beautiful cock and a pair of impressive testicles covered in smooth skin. She made ample use of this advantage, licking his balls then sucking him deep into her mouth.
His tongue on her clit made her writhe and buck her hips until she moaned her pleasure around his cock, the uncontrollable spasms running through her body encouraging her to suck him even harder. He didn’t take long to bring her to orgasm.
“Careful, lovely, don’t bite it off,” she heard him say in a tight voice muffled by her own pussy.

Newsflash and a chance to win "The Accidental Sub"

Welcome back, everyone, and a very happy new year! I've been busy writing over the holidays on a new project. But that's still a secret. So, don't tell anyone, okay?

For the time being: I'm celebrating the release of my story "The Accidental Sub" as a stand-alone novella. Yay! So if you haven't bought a copy of the amazing Subspace Anthology yet, here's your chance to get your hands on a copy of the story:

I'm guestbloggin at Maria-Claire Payne's wonderful site tomorrow. And you can win a copy of "The Accidental Sub". Here's the link: http://maria-clairepayne.com/blog

Drop by tomorrow and leave a comment to win. See you there!

Guest blog by Tanith Davenport - In dreams

Today I have the great honor of welcoming my first guest to this blog. The lovely Tanith Davenport is going to tell us a little bit about how she came up with the idea for her first novel "The Hand He Dealt". You can also read a juicy excerpt from the novel below, plus you have the chance to win a copy of "The Hand He Dealt" (see details below). Thanks for stopping by on your book tour, Tanith!

Tanith Davenport: In Dreams 

I've been asked a lot where I got the idea for "The Hand He Dealt". My answer is always that it came from several different ideas combined, which is true - I had "sorority" written in my notebook way ahead of time. But the initial idea, the initial spark?

Nice clichéd answer. It came to me in a dream.

Dreams are invaluable for literary inspiration. Mine tend to be very emotional, very intense. They give me the chance to live through parts of the story, an opportunity not available from thinking and mind-mapping.

And, of course, after dreaming of a passionate threesome sandwiched between a cute blonde girl and a hot blond guy, writing it down is irresistible.

Of course, I don't include every aspect of a dream in a story. For one thing, not all of it will make sense in the cold light of day. For another, sometimes the scene in question has no place in the plot. Oh, how hard I tried to insert that specific threesome sequence into "The Hand He Dealt" - but the plot had developed so much by then that there was no room for it. Fortunately there was plenty of room for two other scenes of equal intensity.

The same stood for the character development of Astra and Harry. I woke up with the idea of a boy who thinks he's gay and his girlfriend who wants to be a man, and after some pruning I had Harry's inner turmoil and Astra's secret urge for masculinity. I also had a hot scene involving Harry that we get to view through his bedroom window - at least I was able to keep that one in!

Now I've been able to release "The Hand He Dealt" to the public and I'm working on two more, which also developed in my sleep, and I hope to be describing their genesis in interviews before too long - that would really be a dream come true.

The Hand He Dealt

by Tanith Davenport

ISBN: 978-0-85715-570-2

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Publisher: Total-e-Bound

Book Description:

Astra Scott likes to live life to the full. A sorority girl and Gaming Management student, she spends her days studying and practicing guitar, and her nights partying or working at the Fountain Casino, where she has an internship as part of her final semester. The only blot on her landscape is Ash Drake, her best friend Sasha’s boyfriend. Arrogant, physical and blond, Ash has never forgiven Astra for her rejection months earlier and enjoys annoying her at every turn.

But when Astra’s boyfriend Harry reveals a shocking secret, Astra responds in the only way she can think of: by finding a way to take on a more attractive, masculine role in the relationship. Her experimentation with sex toys finds a surprising outlet in Sasha, but when Ash discovers their secret and wants to get involved, Astra finds herself torn between dislike and desire… and as their undercover relationship grows, Astra finds herself falling in love, a path she feels can only end in heartbreak.

For Ash may be the only man whose own fantasies are a match for hers, but can she knowingly steal his affections from her best friend?  

http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1244 

EXCERPT:

Two hours later, and Astra stood in front of her bedroom mirror, holding in one hand the toy she had bought from Amy’s Delights.

Rubber underwear was laced through her fingers, a small plastic remote control dangling below on the end of a long cord. And attached to the front—

Well.

It was a strap-on.

It was a strap-on dildo.

And it was purple.

A purple length of shiny plastic. A perfect simulacrum of a veined, circumcised penis, five inches long and of a thickness Astra considered average, just the right width to wrap a hand around.

She stared at her reflection for a long time, contemplating the dildo, before slowly drawing it back towards her body, holding it against her stomach.

No.

One foot through the straps, two feet…rubber caught against denim-clad legs, but after a moment’s struggle the strap-on dildo was in place, and Astra’s image stood in front of her, the purple dick jutting out in front like the hilt of a sword.

Slowly she rotated her hips, watching the dildo glide from side to side, before stopping abruptly with a giggle.

Shit. It looks like a fucking light sabre.

Watching herself in the mirror, she closed one hand around its length, giving it a tentative stroke.

Nothing. Unsurprisingly.

She tried it again, this time holding the remote control and flicking the switch. A sudden buzzing, accompanied by a muted vibration through her jeans, made her jolt sharply.

Interesting.

Flipping the switch again, she rocked her hips slowly, her eyes glazing. In her mind formed a picture of Harry’s smooth back and bare buttocks, thighs parting to receive her, Harry’s voice gasping, begging for more, more, please, more…

Oh.

The switch snapped off.

Astra eyed herself coolly, squaring her shoulders, her legs automatically widening into a masculine stance.

Author Bio:

Tanith Davenport began writing at the age of sixteen as a way of utilizing her ability to drift into daydreams at any hour of the day or night. Her interests range between rock music and modern cinema to medieval literature and classical singing. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.

“The Hand He Dealt” is Tanith’s debut novel and was released by Total-e-Bound Publishing on 13 June 2011.  

http://tanithdavenport.blogspot.com/

Would you like to win an ecopy of The Hand He Dealt?

 

One copy is being given away tour wide.

 

To enter just leave a comment at one or all of the stops along the tour

 

A winner will be chosen from all the tour stops after the tour ends. The winner will be announced on the Bewitching Book Tours site.

Do you like Cinderella stories? Comment and win a copy of 'Hot Buttered Strumpet'!

Do you like Cinderella stories? I know, I do. I've always liked the idea of the nice girl getting the prince (as opposed to the mean, greedy bitches who are only after his money and his title and his steaming hot body... ah, okay, that might have been in the r-rated version of the fairy tale). 
Of course, it's all about being rewarded for being nice, but what I like about it is the unexpected bliss just before the happy ending. That moment when everything turns out right although it seemed as if it would all go wrong. I'm a total sucker for that Ahh-moment, Cinderella's unexpected bliss. I can never get enough of that. In the fairy tale it is usually over all to quickly, with the prince proposing, maybe a short description of the wedding, and then ... fade-out. Hm. 
Of course, as a writer I can make the perfect moment last. So, I decided to write my own Cinderella story. I imagined how the prince (or in my story the hero) would creep up on Cinderella (who is called Annie in my story). She would be sleeping and he would start to wake her, slowly caressing every inch of her body. She would be trembling with anticipation, afraid to open her eyes because, surely, this must be a dream. And then...
But I'm not going to tell you what happens then. You'll have to see for yourself. 'Hot Buttered Strumpet' is out now (WOOOHOOO!) and you can win a copy. So, if you like Cinderella stories (with a lot of extra steam in them), just comment on this blogpost and leave your email address to win a copy. Then you can tell me if I've captured the Ahh-moment.