Sunday, June 28, 2015

New Release - VALENTINE'S INN - Paranormal romance

 


VALENTINE’S INN
By Chris Grover

Blurb:

Rianna Gordon can’t decide if she should sell Valentine’s Inn—a 19th-century structure built by her great-great-grandfather—to a developer or if she should figure out a way to keep it. While she’s trying to make up her mind, an older man shows up carrying a stray kitten he just found and introduces himself as Josh Byford. The kitten is wet and cold, and Rianna and Josh spend time drying him off and making sure he’s okay. While doing this, Rianna lists all the reasons she should sell the inn, but Josh keeps coming up with arguments to talk her out of it.

Eventually, Rianna agrees to at least research the costs of keeping the inn. In the process, she’s introduced to Alan, an attractive and intriguing man who owns a winery, looks a bit like Josh, and is interested in investing in the inn for the purpose of showcasing and selling his wines.

Excited, Rianna rushes back to the inn and tells Josh the good news, who seems happy for her. But sometime later, when Alan visits, Josh and the kitten mysterious disappear. Even stranger, the boxes Rianna made up for the kitty—one with kitty litter and the other for his bed—have also vanished, seemingly into thin air.

What would explain the abrupt disppearance of both man and kitten? And considering the resemblance between Josh and Alan, could there be a connection between the men of which Rianna is unaware? 

Excerpt:

...After checking the downstairs living quarters, the main storeroom, and the dining room, they were about to go upstairs to look when Rianna noticed the door leading to the front portion of the inn was open a crack. Just wide enough for a curious kitten to slip through.

Turning on the light, she pushed the door wide open. The fire that had forced the inn to close had started around suppertime. A spark from a burning log in the lounge fireplace had gone unnoticed. In no time at all, the once elegant, part wallpapered, part wood-paneled and carpeted reception, lounge and bar area had been completely engulfed in the flames. Nothing was left now but a few shreds of faded red-flocked wallpaper clinging to blackened walls, bare floors and a gaping hole where the huge, log-burning fireplace had once been.

As she turned to look the length of the room, remembering how it had once been, with the red patterned carpet and the red and black chairs and sofas arranged in front of the fireplace, she noticed the faint scent of violets. It reminded her of— She frowned. It was her ninth birthday, and someone had given her a huge bunch of big purple violets. A boy…a boy about her own age. Except she couldn’t quite recall who…

As memories crowded her mind, Rianna touched a curl of loose wallpaper with the tip of a finger. She and her parents had always spent the holidays here at the inn. First with her grandparents, then later when it was just Uncle Bill. Josh was right, the inn had never lacked for guests, especially at Christmas and New Year. The upstairs bedrooms were often booked months in advance, but a spot had always been found for Rianna and her parents. Sometimes they’d slept in her grandparent’s spare bedroom in the living quarters next to the kitchen, or on the sofa in the parlor. And once, when she was about ten, she’d brought her sleeping bag and slept in front of the fire here in the lounge.

She’d always loved coming home to the inn for Christmas—the sleigh rides, the snowball fights, and playing hide-and-go-seek with the children whose parents worked at the inn. And then there had been that cute dark-haired boy she’d had such a huge crush on. If she remembered correctly his father had been a chef or something in the inn kitchen. Now, she couldn’t even remember the boy’s name...

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Friday, June 26, 2015

MySexySaturday - PARIS HEAT


June 27, 2015: 

For this week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ I have seven paragraphs from:

 


PARIS HEAT
By Christiane France
http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/558-Paris-Heat.aspx

Blurb:

From old-fashioned girl to swinger in twenty-four hours?

After being dumped by her boyfriend for what he said was her old-fashioned, narrow-minded attitude toward sex, Trish Stacey decided to use a small win on the lottery for a vacation in Paris, France. Paris is the city of love and Frenchmen are supposed to be the world’s greatest lovers, so, hopefully, if she can just loosen up a bit, maybe some of it will rub off and she can finally get with the program.

However, the need to loosen up happens a lot quicker than Trish expected. Before the plane leaves the ground, a man sits down next to her and suddenly ooh la la takes on a whole new meaning. Especially after they arrive in Paris and Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome introduces her to his equally delicious male partner...

Excerpt:

Trish’s nerves were in knots and her heart was beating a lot faster than normal, but when the door was pushed open and the man she assumed must be Carlos came in, she just stared and swallowed hard.

          She’d thought Guy was sexy and good looking, but Carlos would have made a stone statue’s mouth water. Tall, dark curly hair that fitted his head like a cap, dark, deep-set eyes, finely chiseled features, and a body to die for. A pair of ragged blue jeans hanging low on his slim hips completed the picture.

          “Carlos meet Trish. Trish is Canadian. She’s here on vacation, and we met on the flight. Trish, this is my longtime partner, Carlos. Carlos and I were at school together.”

          Trish licked her lips. “Nice to meet you,” she murmured.

          “Hi Trish,” Carlos said as he sat down on the edge of the bed and shot her a quick smile before turning his attention to Guy. “I hear it was a good trip,” he said, capturing Trish’s complete attention as he bent forward and bestowed a long and very deep kiss on Guy’s obviously eager mouth. “But I’m glad you’re back,” he added the moment he came up for air. “I hate being here alone at night.”

          As he spoke, Carlos divested Guy of his polo, then unzipped Guy’s jeans and pulled them off as if the two of them were alone, leaving Trish wide-eyed and open-mouthed with shock. For a brief moment, she wondered if she should leave and let them do whatever they did in private. But then she remembered Guy saying they both liked to watch and be watched. And she had to admit the expression on Guy’s face and the way Carlos was caressing Guy’s burgeoning shaft with his tongue was the absolute biggest turn on imaginable.

          She pressed a hand between her jean-clad legs. She was hot, she was wet, and she desperately wanted a return encounter with Guy’s beautiful big dick. She wanted to taste him, and she wanted to have him taste her. And she wanted to find out what the delectable Carlos had to offer. He looked and smelled delicious and… Before she could stop herself, she reached out a hand and stroked his bare back, feeling his muscles clench in response to her touch.

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Don’t forget this is a blog hop. And don’t forget to check out all the other contributors’ blogs by following this link:  http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/
 

Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
Latest Release: The Replacement -
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Coming soon from Amber Quill Press: Valentine’s Inn – June 27, 2015.
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Friday, June 19, 2015

MySexySaturday - LOVE MATTERS


June 20, 2015: 

For this week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ I have seven paragraphs from:

 

LOVE MATTERS
By Christiane France
http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1130-Love-Matters.aspx

 Blurb:

Cain Carpenter has it all—looks, money, a beautiful home, and a successful business. What he doesn’t have is someone to share it with, someone he loves and who loves him in return.

In spite of the belief that if Cain kisses enough frogs he’ll eventually find the prince of his dreams, the search is proving far from simple. As owner and manager of The Peony, the town’s classiest restaurant, Cain doesn’t have much time for a social life. He’s tried all the usual avenues for meeting people, including a dating agency, and he’s about given up...

But then Cain accepts an invitation to a singles masquerade party and meets a masked man in an elaborate headdress of black feathers who sends his thoughts and senses reeling with excitement. The stranger invites Cain to dance, and from the instant they touch, Cain truly believes, at long last, that this is the special man he’s been waiting for.

A few minutes later, however, the man answers a phone call, mutters something about an emergency and disappears, leaving Cain in a complete panic. The rules of the masquerade include no removal of masks and no exchange of names. If you can’t somehow figure out the identity of the person who sparked your interest, you lose. And Cain doesn’t want to lose, but without the man’s name and no idea what he looks like, he feels hopeless. All he knows about “Black Feathers” is that he’s a little taller and heavier than himself, but that could describe half the town’s male population.

Will Cain be able to track down the alluring stranger in order to determine if they’re truly destined for a future?
Excerpt:

Something about the honey-on-velvet voice, which he thought might be a man’s but he wasn’t one hundred percent sure, caught Cain by surprise. It was rather like being touched without warning in a sensitive spot, and Cain’s body reacted accordingly.

He turned toward the speaker, someone a little taller and at least a few pounds heavier than himself, who wore an enormous headdress composed entirely of long black feathers. A gold half mask surrounded by a fringe of small black and white spotted feathers covered the eyes and forehead, while the lower half of the face was painted chalk white. A black velvet jacket and knee britches, white stockings and black, buckled shoes completed the outfit. The area between the chin and the collar of the jacket was swathed in purple chiffon patterned in silver.

“Well?” The voice pressed a little louder, confirming the speaker was a man.

At that precise moment, everything the other man had said about the mystery and romance of masquerade took over Cain’s imagination. “Yes, of course. Absolutely. I’d love to,” he replied before the stranger got the idea he wasn’t interested and moved on. “Sorry, you’ll have to excuse me,” he continued as the man took his hand and led him onto the floor, “but your headdress is quite amazing. How on earth do you manage to keep it in place?”

“It weighs less than a pound,” his partner replied, “so it’s really no problem. I barely remember I have it on.”

As they began to dance, he brought Cain just close enough so their bodies were touching from knee to chin in a hold that was light yet struck Cain as possessive. It was clear the man was a good dancer, and while there was nothing overtly sexual about his movements or the way he held Cain, there was something so sexy about the man himself it made Cain’s pulse race and sent his imagination into overdrive. He was having difficulty with his breathing. He was also highly aroused, and since his partner’s stiff cock was pressing hard against his thigh, he knew the reaction was mutual.

Cain had no idea if the anonymity afforded by the mask was responsible for his physical reaction, or if it was the result of the whole mystery-romance thing the other partygoer had explained. Whatever the reason, he was beginning to appreciate the appeal of a masquerade. It felt like the start of something exciting; quite what, however, he had no idea. Something he just knew would be both wonderful and different. Something he wished could last forever...

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Don’t forget this is a blog hop. And don’t forget to check out all the other contributors’ blogs by following this link:  http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/
 

Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
Latest Release: The Replacement -
http://www.amberquill.com
Coming soon from Amber Quill Press: Valentine’s Inn – June 27, 2015.
http://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71  http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/ 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, June 13, 2015

MySexySaturday - THE GHOST MAKES THREE


June 13, 2015:
 

For this week’s edition of MySexySaturday http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/ I have seven paragraphs from my latest co-release with KC Kendricks:

 

THE GHOST MAKES THREE
By KC Kendricks and Christiane France

This is the sequel to THE GHOST WORE DENIM with a third story to follow:

Blurb:
Michael Brookes’ life took an unexpected direction when he found the Taylor mansion, a two-story Colonial perfect for a Bed & Breakfast. An untenured college professor, he suddenly became a successful entrepreneur. And best of all, he met sexy deputy Colin Jefferson and they hit it off in a big way. He’s even made friends with a ghost.

Deputy Colin Jefferson is dedicated to his career and to making a life with Michael. Serving the community he loves, he’s well aware of the stories that tell of the Taylor mansion being haunted. Now he’s living there with Michael and Colin knows the stories are true. There’s a ghost with a penchant for wearing denim lurking in his bedroom.

How (Robin) the ghost came to live in at the B&B is a mystery Michael and Colin need to solve. It’s the only way for their resident spirit to find eternal rest. Until then, the ghost makes three.

Excerpt:
I’d barely had time to assemble the makings of the promised light tea, when Robin appeared in the kitchen doorway.

“Thanks a bunch.”

“For?” I knew exactly what for but I decided to play dumb.

“You use me as the star attraction to get paying guests, and then pretend I don’t exist. I’m deeply hurt. How could you?”

“Because the possibility there might be a ghost is far more intriguing than knowing we do for sure. Satisfied?”

“I guess.” He came into the room and wandered around, looking at this and that before sitting on the corner of the table. “Just think what fun it would be if they woke up in the night and found me tucked snugly between them. Can’t you just hear their screams now?”

I whipped around and fixed him with a stern glare. “Don’t you dare do that. Don’t even think about it.”

^ ^ ^

Don’t forget this is a blog hop. And don’t forget to check out all the other contributors’ blogs by following this link:  http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.ca/

 

Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
Latest Release: The Replacement -
http://www.amberquill.com
Coming soon from Amber Allure: The Ghost Makes Three – June 7, 2015.
http://www.facebook.com/chris.grover.71  http://twitter.com/chrisgrover2
http://christianefrance.blogspot.ca/ 

 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

TIME SHIFT and FAST FORWARD - 50% off - one day only.


Summer is the time to travel, so if you enjoy traveling through time, for one day only, Wednesday, June 10, 2015, you can get 50% off the regular price of TIME SHIFT and the sequel, FAST FORWARD - http://www.amberquill.com/store/c/140-Time-Travel.aspx 
 

TIME SHIFT
By Christiane France 

Blurb:

When Mariette Joubert visits the house where her grandfather was born in Paris, France, she falls through a secret doorway and finds herself in 1763, working as a courtesan in a highclass house of pleasure where the infamous Marquis de Sade and his friends are regular visitors. Exclusive rights to Mariette have already been purchased by wealthy merchant, Philippe de Gaspard, but when one of de Sade’s friends decides he want her, Mariette is in big trouble. The Marquis de Vernnay is reputed to be even worse than de Sade. He also has royal connections, so his wishes take precedence over Philippe’s.

Excerpt:

Mariette didn’t need a guidebook or a map to know she’d wandered into an orgy. But how could anyone just wander into something this wild and perverted by mere chance? The existence of sex clubs was no secret. The whole world had them, and everyone knew they were there. But didn’t such establishments have strict rules and tight security to avoid getting raided by the cops?

She took another cautious look around the room. In view of the fancy dress, she wondered if the occupants were re-enactors. She knew most re-enactors spent their weekends re-fighting famous battles from history and living the way people lived a few hundred years ago. So, what was to stop them from re-enacting other historical events if they chose? Le Marquis de Sade had been an historical figure. According to her grandfather, at one time le marquis had been a close friend of a former owner of the house and spent much of his time here.

Her mouth felt dry and her skin prickled with something that felt like a mixture of fear and nervous excitement. If what she’d read about de Sade was true, the man hadn’t been averse to the odd orgy. In fact, the after-dinner orgies were a big part of his infamy. So maybe that’s what the people here were doing. Spending their weekends living life à la de Sade in one of his old haunts.

Convinced she’d solved the mystery, she took a step closer to get a better view of the action. She wasn’t exactly a prude herself, but these guys were really behaving with wild abandon. If any of them had any inhibitions in their regular lives, they’d left them at home tonight.

The naked woman with the kohl-rimmed eyes was now sitting on the young man’s lap. “Touch me,” she instructed loudly. Laying back against his chest, she opened her legs wide and began playing with herself. “I want you to touch me here. Like this, yes? Mmm…it feels so good.”

The young man appeared a little hesitant to do her bidding, so the woman took his hand, opened up her black muff, and tucked his forefinger between the glistening pink folds of her sex. “Rub me like this,” she said, moving his digit back and forth. “And if you’re a very good boy and make me come…” She laughed and tried to make him move his finger a little faster. “I’ll suck your cock as a reward. You would like that, yes?”

The young man’s face was now beet red, but he got the message, and as he redoubled his efforts with the woman’s clit, the couple next to them decided to stop petting and get it on for real.

Mariette watched, her eyes wide, as the man stood up, lifted the woman to waist height and impaled her on his shaft. But then her eyes widened even further as another man joined in the fun. Wrapping his arms around the first man from behind, the second man began ramming his dick up the first man’s butt. And if that wasn’t enough, a third man came forward, opened his pants, grabbed both cheeks of the woman’s butt and did the same thing to her.

Wherever she looked, almost everyone in the room, apart from herself and the four older women, were having at it. There were men going down on women, women going down on men. Twosomes, threesomes, and even foursomes—while the women in the dark dresses and those in period costume just stood and licked their lips as they watched the action.

The room was filled with the sights, sounds and smell of sex. There were moans, groans, and screams, the sucking sounds of cocks going in and out of moist passages, as well as the softer, more urgent sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

Mariette stayed where she was barely able to believe her eyes or her ears. If Bacchanalia was a place, this had to be it. But then the whole audio-visual thing became too much. Her knees sagged, and she felt a rush of moisture between her legs. The scene before her was a bigger turn-on than anything she’d ever seen on late night TV. She felt horny as hell, desperate for release, but no way was she going to join in the re-enactors’ games, or masturbate for the sole purpose of titillating the appetite of anyone who cared to watch.

She needed to sit down and get herself under control. Better yet, she needed to get the hell out of here. But, as she took a backward step, strong arms wrapped around her body from behind.

“You are not feeling well, mademoiselle? Come, let me find somewhere for you to lie down,” a male voice whispered, his hot breath fanning her neck and sending her desire spiraling as he urged her back into the shadows. “Let me do something to make you feel better.”

Her nerves tightened, and she felt another rush of excitement. “And who are you supposed to be?” she asked coyly. “Le Marquis de Sade?”

“You were waiting for le marquis?”

“No. I umm…I just heard that he comes here, so I thought…”

The man’s hands stroked down over her hips as he continued to urge her away from the others. “You wanted to meet him?”

“No. Thank you. I think I’ll pass.”

“A wise choice, mademoiselle. Anyway, he is not here tonight. But from what I know of the man, he does not deserve a beautiful and delicious creature like you—a woman who needs to be loved and who, I am quite certain, enjoys to love in return.”

The voice of the man who held her was like honey on velvet, incredibly soft and persuasive, the kind of voice that could lure a girl into hell and beyond. And the touch of his hands was like nothing she’d ever known before—so gentle, yet so determined. There was no doubt in her mind what he wanted, what he intended to have…

With no other choice in sight, Mariette went with the flow. She knew what would happen when he picked her up in his arms and laid her down on a low bed. She wanted it to happen. In fact, she could hardly wait. She held her breath as she felt his hands pushing up her dress and opening her legs. Then he touched her.

She knew at once this was no inexperienced boy like the one with the naked woman on his lap. This man knew exactly what he was doing and the effect he would produce as he opened her legs wider, and began to stroke her pussy like he was petting a cat.

“You are a virgin, mademoiselle?”

“No.”

His fingers slipped between her folds, and she held her breath as he gently touched and teased. The need within her started to build.

“I was told there would be virgins here tonight. I was really hoping to find one this time.”

Virgins? What the hell have I got myself into? Mariette asked herself. And how on earth can this man just engage in chitchat like we’re at a tea party and play with my pussy all at the same time?

“You were? Well, sorry to disappoint you.” She swallowed hard, wishing he’d shut up and get busy. She’d never been good at multi-tasking. And trying to keep up with the conversation and enjoy what he was doing to her all that same time was impossible. But virgins yet?

Maybe these people weren’t re-enactors after all. Maybe she was in a brothel, at some kind of white-slave-traffic shindig, or a private club for perverts. It could even be one of those new gentlemen’s clubs that were all the rage back home. Although, only God and the customers knew what went on in those places.

She didn’t have a clue where she was or who she was with, and right now, she didn’t care. She didn’t want to think about anything except the man she was with. He was an accomplished lover by anyone’s standards. His hands were sensational—creating magic wherever they went. And no way did she want him to stop.

 


FAST FORWARD
By Christiane France 

Blurb:

From lady’s maid to the life of her dreams in one small jump...

In France, Celeste Rousseau knows she’ll be punished for allowing her mistress to escape the amorous intentions of the sexually depraved Marquis de Vernnay. So when Mariette opens a mysterious hidden door and goes through, Celeste, fearful of her fate and seeking escape, blindly follows along.

She has no idea, however, that the door is actually a portal in time, or that she’s about to be transported 250 years into the future and straight into the loving arms of two handsome and sexy twenty-first-century hunks who are more than willing to provide her with everything she’s ever desired.

Excerpt: 

Listen, learn to fit in and then adapt to change.

Making a silent vow to keep her mother’s advice at the forefront of her mind, Celeste slipped out of the bedroom and down the corridor to the little room with the toilet and the magic light. This was not unlike when she first left the Auvergne and came to Paris. At first, everything had seemed strange and different. And it would be the same this time, too. But already she was starting to learn. Once she became a little more familiar with all these new things, in no time at all it would feel as if she’d been using them her whole life.

Once she was finished with the toilet, she turned out the light and started back toward her bedroom. But halfway along the corridor she paused outside a partly opened door. She could hear soft sounds…whispering, groaning, stifled laughter. In addition, the splash of silvery moonlight across the bed showed her that two persons were there…two persons making love.

Positive Tay had brought another woman into the house, she felt a swift stab of jealousy and moved closer to the door. She had no standing in this house, no right to tell Tay what he could or could not do. And while on one hand she found the thought of Taylor with another woman unbearable, she also found the antics of the couple on the bed exciting. There wasn’t enough light for her to see everything in detail, but just enough for her to imagine it very well indeed. Pushing the door open a little more, she slipped a hand between her legs and watched. But, after a moment or two, she realized that it wasn’t another woman there on the bed with Tay. He was making love with another man.

Was this what he’d meant when he asked if she’d done it with two men? At madame’s house she’d never seen two men together like this. They’d always had at least one woman with them.

As she continued to watch, her eyes adjusted sufficiently to the dim light for her to realize it was Tay who’d just moved over onto his back. And, as the second man grasped Tay’s cock and brought it to his mouth, her fingers found her most sensitive spot and began to move slowly back and forth. The sucking sounds she could hear as the man drew Tay’s sex farther into his mouth made her fingers move faster. Then faster still as she caught the smell of their sex as well as her own.

She was almost there, just another tiny moment or two and then…as a satisfied groan escaped her lips, the action on the bed ceased and both men turned to the door.

“Celeste? That you?”

She thought about running back to her room and locking the door. But she couldn’t stay locked in there forever. And, as the only other person in the house, who else could it be? Anyway, she’d developed an interesting little itch between her legs, and considerable curiosity at the exciting thought of being with two men at the same time.

“Celeste?”

“Yes?”

“You have a nightmare or something?”

“No. I just needed to pee.” She remained in the doorway, unsure whether she should go or stay. But then she shivered.

“Something wrong, baby?”

“Umm…I’m a little chilled. It’s a very cold night.”

Like all the other rooms in the house, Tay’s room had a magic light, and he switched it on. The instant he did so, she was able to see the second man. Dark-haired like Tay, he had brown eyes instead of green, and he was about the same size, except maybe a tiny bit taller.

Both men were completely naked and still fully aroused. And while it was clear the second man hadn’t finished what he’d started, she was glad to see her unexpected arrival had done nothing to spoil his pleasure…except perhaps delay it for a moment. And perhaps enhance it, too?

“You want to join us?”

Celeste hesitated. “I’m sorry. I’m afraid I interrupted. If you wish, I can leave. Or I can wait here until you finish.”

“You don’t want to join us?” Tay sounded disappointed.

“I think this little chickadee likes to watch,” the second man said with a chuckle. “Hey, Celeste, I’m Jase, Tay’s partner. Tay’s told me about you.” He patted a corner of the huge bed. “Why you don’t you make yourself comfortable over here? Slip under the blankets, and when we’re finished, we’ll see what we can do about warming you up. Sound good?”

It sounded better than good to Celeste. She could hardly wait. But she merely smiled and nodded, and did as the second man bade her, sitting down on a corner of the bed and covering herself with part of the blanket.

The man who called himself Jase appeared to have already forgotten about her as he returned his attention to stroking Tay’s body and sucking him off. But as her hand crept below her shirt again, she noticed Tay was watching her watch the two of them. And when he winked at her, she knew he’d guessed exactly where her fingers were and what they were doing.

Just watching the two men with their beautiful big cocks pleasuring one another had made her so wet and so ready. She ran her tongue over her lips. She couldn’t believe she was here, or what was happening. It had to be a dream, and in a moment, she’d wake up in that cold basement room, and hear Justine and the other girl snoring, or moaning in their sleep.

But as she watched Jase pull back and lick the tip of Tay’s still-aroused sex, she knew this was no dream, no fanciful imaginations from which she would awake and find herself wet but alone. She could hear their sighs and moans of delight, she could see the rapturous expressions on their faces, and the scent of their cum perfumed the air. This moment was very real, and if she could continue to contain her impatience for just another moment, she would have two very handsome men to hold her and perhaps make even the wildest and most outrageous of her imaginings come true.

Just then, a strong arm snaked around her slim waist, and Jase tumbled her down on the pillows beside Tay.

“What’s your pleasure, cherie? Do you want to taste me first, or do I taste you?”

Too surprised by the question to reply, Celeste simply smiled, then found herself emitting small sounds of delight as he slid a hand between her legs and touched her wetness. After a moment, he brought the hand to his mouth and licked a finger, groaning softly. “So sweet and so delicious! Know what, Tay, my man? I think we’ve got ourselves a little candy apple here.”
 

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Sunday, June 7, 2015

THE GHOST MAKES THREE - M /M




THE GHOST MAKES THREE
By KC Kendricks and Christiane France
 

Michael Brookes’ life took an unexpected direction when he found the Taylor mansion, a two-story Colonial perfect for a Bed & Breakfast. An untenured college professor, he suddenly became a successful entrepreneur. And best of all, he met sexy deputy Colin Jefferson and they hit it off in a big way. He’s even made friends with a ghost. 

Deputy Colin Jefferson is dedicated to his career and to making a life with Michael. Serving the community he loves, he’s well aware of the stories that tell of the Taylor mansion being haunted. Now he’s living there with Michael and Colin knows the stories are true. There’s a ghost with a penchant for wearing denim lurking in his bedroom. 

How (Robin) the ghost came to live in at the B&B is a mystery Michael and Colin need to solve. It’s the only way for their resident spirit to find eternal rest. Until then, the ghost makes three. 

Excerpt: 

I’d barely had time to assemble the makings of the promised light tea, when Robin appeared in the kitchen doorway.

“Thanks a bunch.”

“For?” I knew exactly what for but I decided to play dumb.

“You use me as the star attraction to get paying guests, and then pretend I don’t exist. I’m deeply hurt. How could you?”

“Because the possibility there might be a ghost is far more intriguing than knowing we do for sure. Satisfied?”

“I guess.” He came into the room and wandered around, looking at this and that before sitting on the corner of the table. “Just think what fun it would be if they woke up in the night and found me tucked snugly between them. Can’t you just hear their screams now?”

I whipped around and fixed him with a stern glare. “Don’t you dare do that. Don’t even think about it.”

“Okay, but it’ll cost you.”

I couldn’t imagine what he had in mind but I just knew I wouldn’t like it. “Cost me how?” 

 

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Wednesday, June 3, 2015

IWSG for June 2015


June 3, 2015:


Have you ever gotten within a gnat’s breath of finishing a story and your mind goes totally blank?

It happened to me this past week. I’d planned to have my wip finished by the end of May and everything was going fine. Then, with only a few days to go and just the final scene to write, the words stopped flowing, the Muse went on vacation, and I was left to stare at the monitor and wonder where it all went.

I could blame it on the stars - I believe Mercury is again in retrograde, but then it usually is. I could also blame it on the weather – last Sunday the humidex reading was up to 30C/86F and next day the temperature dropped to around freezing. I could also blame it on the fact my life has been unusually hectic these past couple of weeks and I’m exhausted from all the drama. But I have a feeling the real reason is my two main characters have worked through all their problems, their hea is a given, so the challenge to accomplish that is gone.

I still have to finish the book and I will, once I’ve rerun the last scene in my mind and got myself back on track. In the meantime, note to self: Even if you have to stay up all night, DO NOT stop writing when you know what will happen next.

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Coming soon from Amber Allure: The Ghost Makes Three (with KC Kendricks) – June 7, 2015.
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