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Friday, December 1, 2017

Taking a break.......

Do to family issues I will be taking time off for awhile. I have personal issues that I need to take care off. I hope to come back and share my love of books. I appreciate all my followers and readers. My children and my being right now are coming first to get out of a bad situation. So just please pray for my children and I during this process. It will take time to adjust but in the end it will get us on the path to being happy again. Thank you.
Thursday, November 30, 2017

A Tangled Web Blog Tour


 We're happy to bring you Mike Martin's A TANGLED WEB Blog Tour! Please leave a comment for Mike to let him know you stopped by!


Title: A TANGLED WEB
Author: Mike Martin
Publisher: Booklocker
Pages: 338
Genre: Mystery

Life is good for Sgt. Wind­flower in Grand Bank, Newfoundland. But something’s missing from the Mountie’s life. Actually, a lot of things go missing, including a little girl and supplies from the new factory. It’s Windflower’s job to unravel the tangled web of murder, deceit and an accidental kidnapping that threatens to engulf this sleepy little town and destroy those closest to him. But there’s always good food, good friends and the love of a great woman to make everything better in the end.

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“Life doesn’t get much better than this,” said Winston Windflower. The Mountie looked over at his collie, Lady, who wagged her tail at the sound of his voice. If dogs could smile, she smiled back. His world was almost perfect. He had the love of a great woman and a good job as a Sergeant in the Royal Canadian Mounted Police patrolling one of the lowest crime regions in the country. Plus, the weather had been mild so far, at least for Newfoundland in early December, and that meant no snowstorms with forced overnighters at the detachment. Life was very good indeed.
He had good friends, including Lady, who was amongst the best of them. And he had a child on the way. His wife, Sheila Hillier, was pregnant and at the clinic for her three-month checkup. He was waiting to hear how both Sheila and the baby were doing. His Auntie Marie had told him the baby was a girl, and if anyone knew about these things, it was his Auntie. She was a dream weaver, an interpreter of not just dreams but of messages from the spirit world. Windflower had recently spent a week with her and his Uncle Frank, another dream weaver, to learn more about the dream world.
Interpreting dreams was part of his family’s tradition. But it was an imperfect tool that gave information, not always answers. Perhaps the most important thing he learned was that dreams do not predict the future. Instead, as his Auntie told him, “Dreams tell us about our past, what has already happened. They also point to actions we should take if we want to get the right result in the future and to the signs all around us that we need to follow.”
Windflower was contemplating that piece of wisdom when he noticed a very distraught woman get out of her car outside the RCMP detachment in Grand Bank. She ran towards the front door. He walked out to meet her, but the administrative assistant, Betsy Molloy, beat him to it.
“There, there now, Molly. What’s goin’ on?” asked Betsy as she put her arms around the other woman and guided her to a seat in the reception area.
“It’s Sarah, she’s gone,” said the other woman between sobs. “I told her to stay close by the house where I could see her. I went out back to put the wash on the line. When I came in, she was gone.”
“Okay, Mrs. Quinlan,” said Windflower as he knelt down beside the two women. “How old is Sarah?” He didn’t really need to know how old the girl was. He wanted to help the mother calm down so she could give them as much information as possible.
“She’s going to be six next month,” said Molly Quinlan. “She’s growing up so fast. But she’s still such a little girl. And now I’ve lost her. Brent is going to kill me.” She started sobbing again.
“What was she wearing so that we can help find her?” asked Windflower, trying to get information but also trying to help Molly Quinlan feel useful.
The woman stopped crying and said her daughter was wearing jeans and a favourite t-shirt. “It was pink and had sparkles. She said it made her feel like she was a princess. And she had her light blue jacket on with a hood.”
Windflower smiled. “I’m sure she’ll show up soon. But let’s go over to where you last saw her, and we’ll start looking. She can’t have gone far. Leave your car here, and come with me. I’ll drive you over.” The woman smiled weakly at Windflower through her tears and allowed him to take her arm and guide her to his Jeep outside the door.
He returned inside to give directions to Betsy. “Get Constable Smithson in here. I’ll call Frost and get him to come in from his rounds.”
Betsy nodded her agreement, and Windflower went outside to drive Molly Quinlan home.
Meanwhile, it turns out, Sarah Quinlan was fine, perfectly fine. She had wandered a little way from home in the centre of town. She was going to go down to the nearby brook to feed the ducks. She knew better than to go into the water, but she couldn’t see any reason why she couldn’t just look. She’d done it before, and nobody seemed to mind. As long as she didn’t stay away too long, everything was okay.
Sarah had that great fearless attitude of a child who grew up in a small and very safe community. She knew most of her neighbours, and they all watched out for her. She also had the natural curiosity of little children, especially when she saw something new. The truck parked on the roadway above the brook was new, so Sarah went to take a closer look. Even better, the back door of the truck was open, and there was a ramp leading inside. This was certainly worth a closer inspection.
Sarah Quinlan was having fun exploring the back of the large truck when she heard a loud, rumbling noise. She didn’t know it, but the driver had started the engine. It was so loud, and Sarah was so frightened by it, she froze. The next thing she remembered was everything going almost completely black and the back door of the truck slamming shut. She cried out, but by then it was too late. Seconds later she, the truck and the unsuspecting driver were barrelling out of town and onto the highway.
Windflower drove Molly Quinlan to her house and got her to show him where Sarah had been playing. Together they walked through the house to see if the little girl had come home and hidden there. But no such luck. While they were searching the house, they were joined by two of Quinlan’s neighbours who took over Molly’s care and made her a cup of tea. Soon afterwards Constable Harry Frost arrived from his highway patrol.
Windflower gave him a quick update and directed him to go to one end of town to start the search. He would begin the house-to-house search through the neighbourhood when Smithson showed up.
He first checked out back and looked in the storage shed, a favourite hiding place of every little kid and probably where Windflower himself would have taken refuge. But Sarah was not there. As he went to the front of the house, Constable Rick Smithson showed up.
“Afternoon, Boss,” said Smithson. “Any sign of her yet?”
Windflower shook his head. “Frost is doing the big circle search. You and I will start the door-to-door. Ask them if they saw the girl this afternoon. I’ll start from here. You go down to the brook, and work your way up.”
Smithson returned to his cruiser and sped off. Windflower wasn’t worried. Yet. But he knew that the first few hours were crucial in finding a missing child. If they didn’t, then it was almost always something more serious. Not time to panic, but no time to waste. He walked up to the first door and knocked.





Mike Martin was born in Newfoundland on the East Coast of Canada and now lives and works in Ottawa, Ontario. He is a longtime freelance writer and his articles and essays have appeared in newspapers, magazines and online across Canada as well as in the United States and New Zealand.

He is the author of Change the Things You Can: Dealing with Difficult People and has written a number of short stories that have published in various publications including Canadian Stories and Downhome magazine.

The Walker on the Cape was his first full fiction book and the premiere of the Sgt. Windflower Mystery Series. Other books in the series include The Body on the T, Beneath the Surface, A Twist of Fortune and A Long Ways from Home.

A Long Ways from Home was shortlisted for the 2017 Bony Blithe Light Mystery Award as the best light mystery of the year. A Tangled Web is the newest book in the series.

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Power Struggle Blog Tour + Giveaway


Power Struggle (Detective Madison Knight) by Carolyn Arnold

Power Struggle (Detective Madison Knight) Mystery/Crime Fiction 8th in Series Hibbert & Stiles Publishing Inc. (November 28, 2017) Hardcover: 320 pages ISBN-13: 978-1988353661 Paperback: 460 pages ISBN-13: 978-1988353647 E-BOOK ASIN: B07588XD65
One hit man who’s back for revenge. One detective who’s not going down without a fight.
It’s been ten months since Detective Madison Knight almost died at the hands of Russian Mafia hit man Constantine Romanov. She hasn’t seen hide nor hair of him since he escaped police custody and fled to Russia soon after his arrest, except now her latest murder investigation gives her reason to believe he’s back in town. Seeing as the victim is the man who killed her grandfather, her perspective may be a little skewed, but with the MO smacking of Constantine and the victim’s connections to the mob, she finds it hard to be objective. Still, she’s doing her best to consider all the evidence.
When she receives a threatening letter from Constantine, however, her suspicions are confirmed. And he’s made it abundantly clear that not only does he plan to finish what he started but he has her family and loved ones in the crosshairs, too. Madison vows to do whatever it takes to save them, but as the hours race by, the body count rises. And the stakes only get higher when Madison’s sister, Chelsea, goes missing.
Now, Madison’s only play is to take Chelsea’s disappearance for what it really means: Constantine is calling Madison out for one final showdown. And they won’t both survive…

Excerpt:

As she walked to her car, the air was cold and bitter. Snow was in the forecast, and she hugged her coat to herself. Goose bumps formed on her flesh, but it wasn’t from the chill. Something was tucked under one of her wiper blades. It could just be a flyer of some kind, but her instincts were firing off warning signals in rapid succession. As she got closer, she saw it was an envelope. She plucked it off the windshield and read the outside: Detective Madison Knight.
Shivers sliced through her body, and her breathing quickened.
Did she really want to open this? What if it somehow confirmed all her paranoia as fact, that Constantine was in town and she had his attention?
Swallowing hard, she slipped a finger under the unsealed lip of the envelope, pulled out a tri-folded piece of paper, and read it:

Were you missing me? No need to any longer. I’m back, and I have my eye on you and yours.
C

She dropped the letter and braced herself against the hood of the car. Her head was spinning and her heart hammering. She felt all the blood drain from her face as dread washed over her, weighing her down to the concrete.
This couldn’t be happening. She’d become complacent, lulling herself into a false sense of security by hiding behind words and faulty logic. And for Constantine to have left this here, he would have been here in the last hour. That meant he must have been following her. And the parking lot was aboveground with automated gates… He had been brazen enough to expose himself in the light of day.
She spun around, frantically studying her surroundings, but she saw no one. Her gut knotted and breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. It was clear he had every intention of following through with his threat. She looked down at the piece of paper that lay on the ground at her feet and went to pick it up. She found herself hesitating, as if it were a serpent that would bite her hand. Any hope that Constantine was long gone disintegrated, because the truth was, Constantine was still in town and he was coming for her. And, from the sound of it, her loved ones.

About the Author
CAROLYN ARNOLD is an international bestselling and award-winning author, as well as a speaker, teacher, and inspirational mentor. She has four continuing fiction series—Detective Madison Knight, Brandon Fisher FBI, McKinley Mysteries, and Matthew Connor Adventures—and has written nearly thirty books. Her genre diversity offers her readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to action adventures.
Both her female detective and FBI profiler series have been praised by those in law enforcement as being accurate and entertaining, leading her to adopt the trademark: POLICE PROCEDURALS RESPECTED BY LAW ENFORCEMENT™.
Carolyn was born in a small town and enjoys spending time outdoors, but she also loves the lights of a big city. Grounded by her roots and lifted by her dreams, her overactive imagination insists that she tell her stories. Her intention is to touch the hearts of millions with her books, to entertain, inspire, and empower.
She currently lives just west of Toronto with her husband and beagle and is a member of Crime Writers of Canada and Sisters in Crime.
Connect with CAROLYN ARNOLD Online: Website - http://carolynarnold.net/ Twitter - https://twitter.com/Carolyn_Arnold Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/AuthorCarolynArnold And don’t forget to sign up for her newsletter for up-to-date information on release and special offers at http://carolynarnold.net/newsletters. PURCHASE LINKS Amazon Barnes & Noble Apple iBooks Kobo Google Play

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Mister Mottley and the Dying Fall. Blog Tour + Giveaway


Mister Mottley and the Dying Fall by Ellen Seltz

Mister Mottley and the Dying Fall Cozy Mystery 2nd in Series Incorrigible Publishing (October 27, 2017) Print Length: 214 pages ASIN: B076YJG7ZV
The only way out is a long way down.
Edmund Mottley, Specialist in Discreet Enquiries, is in a precarious position: his old flame Susan needs his help. Her new fiance is accused of murder, and she wants Mottley to clear his name.
Mottley would rather jump off a cliff than get involved, but when Susan is threatened by a shadowy crime syndicate, Mottley leaps to her aid.
Mottley and Baker, his intrepid valet, pursue the case to an island of otherworldly beauty. But the island is haunted by secrets, treachery, madness, and ... something more.
Every clue crumbles under their feet, pushing Mottley's powers of deduction -- and Baker's loyalty -- to the limit. With his own life on the line, can Mottley save Susan before time runs out?
The Mottley & Baker Mysteries are classic whodunnits set in the Golden Age of 1930's traditional detectives. If you like Miss Marple's pastoral puzzles or Albert Campion's rollicking adventures, you'll fall hard for this cozy historical mystery.
About the Author
Ellen Seltz worked in the entertainment industry for twenty years, from Miami to New York and points in between. Her primary roles were actress and producer, but she also served as a comedy sketch writer, librettist, voice artist, propmaster, costumer, production assistant, camera operator and general dogsbody.
She turned to fiction writing in the vain hope that the performers would do as they were told. Joke’s on her.
Ellen is a native of Birmingham, Alabama, where she now lives with her husband and two daughters. She enjoys vegetable gardening and vintage-style sewing.
Author Links Website & blog: ellenseltz.com/meet. Join my mailing list and receive a free copy of Book 1, Mister Mottley Gets His Man. Facebook: EllenSeltzAuthor Twitter: twitter.com/EllenSeltz Instagram: Instagram.com/MottleyFool Purchase Links - Amazon kobo

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Baby Me Book Blitz + Giveaway


Baby Me
Lacey Silks
Publication date: November 28th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance
Falling in love with Cameron Madden was the easy part.
Keeping that love… well, that’s been a challenge.
See, everything was taken away from me. My faith has been tested. I’ve grieved, I’ve cried, and I’ve screamed in anger. Cameron was the only one by my side, and now that I’ve healed, it’s time for me to give him all that love back.
But in spite of Cameron’s love, the past still haunts me.
It gives me nightmares.
It sends fear coursing through my veins.
When the time comes to face that fear, I’ll have to do it alone.
And if I don’t succeed, I’ll lose everything all over again.
EXCERPT:
By the time we came up, the tub was full. Kate lit a few more candles and double-checked the lock on the bathroom window just as a stray twig snapped against the glass from outside. She jumped back with a fearful gasp.
“I’m going to chop that birch tree first thing in the morning,” I said.
“That scared the shit out of me.”
“I should have cut it down last year, but my father got sick, and plans changed.”
She walked over to the side of the tub. She tugged at the button on her jeans, and my gaze dropped to her fingers. I followed the downward path as she unfastened her zipper.
“You mean the ones after I blew up the Mafia’s warehouse and you were blamed?”
“What?” She brought my attention temporarily back to her eyes because now that she was shimmying her ass out of her jeans, wiggling that behind like a pro and slowly exposing her thighs, I couldn’t help but look down again. Her checkered shirt draped over her legs. My mouth watered and my dick hardened.
She waved her hand. “Never mind.” Her voice was sultry and full of lust.
“Sorry. I didn’t hear you.”
How did she expect me to give her a coherent answer when she was now in the middle of removing her bra from underneath the button-up shirt? One hand snaked inside her sleeve, caught the strap, and pulled it through; then she repeated the motion with the other strap until she could remove the bra through her collar.
That was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. Two naturally standing breasts curved underneath the shirt, and I wondered whether I could get any harder. As she stood there with nothing on but that shirt, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was. One day, once she healed and was ready, it would be my honor to give her the child and family she’d always wanted.
“It’s just that you’re making it a little difficult to concentrate. The past follows us, Kate, and we can’t escape it; but I can assure you that the only part of my past I love, is you.”
She bit her lip and then licked it.
“Kate, what are you doing?”
“I thought my intentions were clear when I took my pants off, but I guess they weren’t clear enough,” she teased, and hooked her fingers into her panties. She removed them in slow motion, and when they were at her ankles, flicked them away with the tip of her toe. They flew onto the counter by the sink, but Kate lost her balance and I caught her just before she fell back into the tub full of suds.
“Got ya.” I held her in my arms. One of her free breasts pressed against my chest and the other one against my arm, and I was sure I didn’t have enough patience to control the situation much longer. “And what may your intentions be?”
“To take a bubble bath?”
“You don’t seem to be sure about that.”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I lowered my mouth to hers at the request. She was soft and tasted like the best fucking thing that had ever touched my lips. I cupped her face between my hands and pressed harder against her, savoring all the tiny noises and pleas that came out of her mouth. She not only tasted delicious but also smelled like a fond memory. It did something crazy in my head, something I couldn’t understand. I swept my tongue against hers, back and forth, all the while feeling my dick grow in my pants. The confinement of my clothes was becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. I clasped my lips around her upper one, sucking on it.


Author Bio:
*** USA Today Bestselling Author ***
Lacey is an Author of Erotic Romance. Her stories come from her life, dreams and fantasies. She's a happily married wife with two kids. Lacey likes to make her readers blush and experience the story as if they were the characters. Drawing on the reader's most sensitive emotions through realistic stories satisfies her more than... ...ok not really, but you get the point;) She likes a pinkish shade on a woman's cheeks, men with large feet and sexy lingerie-especially when it's torn off the body. Her favorite piece of clothing is a birthday suit.

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I Burned Down His House Book Blitz +Giveaway


I Burned Down His House
Jessica Frances
(Love at First Crime #3)
Publication date: November 28th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
She burned his house down, so he lit a fire between them that she could never extinguish.
So, I burned his house down.
It was an accident.
I mean, technically, the dog did it.
Well, the dog helped me to do it.
Did I mention it was an accident?
When circumstances mean I suddenly have a new housemate,
A man who is my ultimate fantasy,
And my entire world is turned upside down by new friends,
And a dog who likes to get me into trouble,
I have to wonder how my life got so crazy.
Add in my neighbor, who is under investigation;
Some unfinished business from the past, which just won’t go away;
Interfering family, who don’t know when to stop;
And mixed signals, making me wonder if fantasies really can come true,
And you have my new, hectic, crazy life.
But, when things take a dangerous turn,
And lives are on the line,
Will we all make it through in one piece?
Or is everything destined to crumble down around us?
Who would have thought that burning down a house would change everything so much?
Then again, as some people say: there is nothing quite like love at first … crime.
EXCERPT:
Trying not to feel like a loser that I have Joey’s number memorized, I dial, hoping like hell he picks up. It has to be in the incredibly early hours of morning, so there is every chance, if he hasn’t come home yet, it’s because he’s out with someone and won’t answer.
After five, drawn-out, torturous rings, he finally picks up.
“What?” he grumbles. I can’t tell if I woke him up, or if he’s just annoyed to be disturbed.
“Hey, Joey, it’s Teagan—”
“Who?”
I pause, annoyed I’m so forgettable he can’t remember who he gave his house key to! “Teagan Bevon, the woman who lives next door?”
“Oh … Oh!” There is finally recognition in his voice. “Right. Look, Teags”—he sounds so distracted I don’t think he even noticed he gave me a nickname—“I’m kinda busy—”
“But—”
“—so I’ll just see you later—”
“Wait!” I cry out, afraid I will hear the dial tone any second.
“Actually, you probably won’t see me later. I’m going to be—”
“I BURNED YOUR HOUSE DOWN!” I scream into the phone and am finally met with silence. “Joey?” I whisper, fearful he already hung up.
“Can you repeat that for me?” he finally gasps out.
“I …” Now I feel nervous. “I … umm … I accidently”—I use too much emphasis on the word, making me sound extra guilty—“burned down your house.”
“Are you okay?”
My heart skips a beat. I just told this man that I burned down his house and his first thought is if I’m okay?
“Some smoke inhalation, but nothing serious. I’m so sorry about your things—”
“How about Karma?”
“Karma got out fine. She’s with the Glovers,” So … maybe she’s not okay. The almost ninety-year-old couple may not be quite at the same speed as Karma.
As he sighs in relief, my hands begin to shake again.
“Joey, I’m so sorry.”


Author Bio:
Jessica lives in Adelaide, South Australia. When she is not writing, you can find her reading, napping or watching excessive amounts of TV. Connect with her on Facebook and Goodreads.



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MAGICK'S PATHWAY Release Tour + Giveaway

MAGICK'S PATHWAY
The Haller Lake Series, Book 2
by Lauren Marie

Grayghost Cover Reveal + Giveaway


Grayghost
Tamara Grantham
(Fairy World MD., #7)
Published by: Crimson Tree Publishing
Publication date: February 26th 2018
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance
The final installment in the epic Fairy World MD series by Tamara Grantham.
It’s been four years since Olive Kennedy sealed the portals between Earth and Faythander. Four years that she’s been living on Earth, working as a consultant to the Houston PD. It helps keep her mind off other things—like being separated from her husband and her dragon king stepfather.
Her ex, Brent Sanchez, works with her on the police force and helps her solve crimes. His friendship is a comfort—but also a reminder of what she’s missing. Everything changes when Olive discovers a broken mirror at a murder scene. It contains magic, and although it shouldn’t exist, it could be used as a portal to Faythander. Dark forces are at work, and the one person she wants by her side to help her is literally a world away. Olive will stop at nothing to solve the murder and return to the only place she calls home.
New from award-winning author Tamara Grantham, Grayghost is the thrilling conclusion to the best-selling fantasy series Fairy World MD.


Author Bio:
Tamara Grantham is the award-winning author of more than half a dozen books and novellas, including the Olive Kennedy: Fairy World MD series and the Shine novellas. Dreamthief, the first book of her Fairy World MD series, won first place for fantasy in INDIEFAB’S Book of the Year Awards, a RONE award for best New Adult Romance of 2016, and is a #1 bestseller on Amazon in both the Mythology and Fairy Tales categories with over 100 reviews.
Tamara holds a Bachelor’s degree in English. She has been a featured speaker at the Rose State Writing Conference and has been a panelist at Comic Con Wizard World speaking on the topic of female leads. For her first published project, she collaborated with New York-Times bestselling author, William Bernhardt, in writing the Shine series.
Born and raised in Texas, Tamara now lives with her husband and five children in Wichita, Kansas. She rarely has any free time, but when the stars align and she gets a moment to relax, she enjoys reading fantasy novels, taking nature walks, which fuel her inspiration for creating fantastical worlds, and watching every Star Wars or Star Trek movie ever made. You can find her online at www.TamaraGranthamBooks.com.

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Dessert Ten Ways Series: Sexy Ten. Book Blitz

   Title: Dessert Ten Ways Series: Sexy Ten #1
By: Kariss Stone
Publication Date: April 28, 2017
Genre: Erotica
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The best things in life are sweet!
Charlotte Castle couldn’t believe her luck, meeting hunky businessman Eric Madison, her sexual equal in every way. Full of creative ideas, he knew exactly how to spice up the sex using desserts, with often interesting results! From Pavlova to Chocolate Mousse, from Sticky Date Pudding to Bombe Alaska, she’d never look at these desserts the same way again. Sugar rush. Sexual high.
Fun and playful sex with no-strings attached. 
The only relationship he wanted.
She understood what she’d signed up for. 
 
But what if she starts wanting more?
 
Dessert Story No 1 

‘Strawberry Dream’ 
(using strawberries and cream) 
His eyes narrowed and sparked with desire as he placed a couple of cream-coated strawberry bits just inside my mound. “Now this is how I like my strawberries and cream.”
I pushed my head back into the soft cushioning, hunger filling me, impatient hips rising. “Suck me now, Eric!” I wriggled, needing his touch.
Dipping his head between my thighs, he swirled his tongue around my pussy lips, before touching my swollen clit, eager tongue colliding with engorged flesh.
Breath hissed out of me. I clenched the edge of the leather sofa with my hands, as my inner muscles tightened with the clawing need to release. Fire licked my body. “Oh Eric… Eric…” I moaned. How I’d wanted this. So badly. Only dreamed of being touched like this. And now it was happening.
His tonguing increased, became faster as loud moans escaped my lips. I glanced down. When his head bobbed up, he smiled, and I saw little bits of creamy strawberry on his mouth and nose. Then his head was back between my thighs, as he delved into my hot wetness and twirled with lush flicks of his tongue. Liquid heat ignited inside me. “Eric…” I was close, yet holding back to draw out the torture inflicted on me. My fingers gripped the leather couch tighter. I panted as my hips flexed faster into his lapping tongue.
My flesh pulsed as he blew a long, slow stream of hot air into me. My body jerked. His mouth a wicked sin to my senses.
Dessert Story No 3 
‘Sticky Moments’ 
(using ridged dates and caramel fudge) 
When she dipped a fresh date into the sauce and caressed my sacs with it, making the gooey mixture mingle with my pubic hair, my balls tightened, my body sung and I succumbed to the erotic power she wielded, knowing I could never stop having sex with this woman.
Withdrawing her mouth, she ordered me to turn around. I loved the fact she was taking charge, promptly doing as I was told so my back was now to her front. I started pulling on my dick, unable to hold back. Breath hissed between my clenched teeth as she worked her special type of magic in my ass.
Looking back and downwards, I watched as she discarded the date she’d just used, grabbed a fresh one and dipped it into the fudge.
After crouching down on the floor, she parted my ass cheeks and circled the warm fudge-covered date around my back hole, lubricating the area. My breath hitched as the date’s ridges grazed the puckered skin and sauce warmed the area. I moaned as a gooey finger slipped inside me. Fucking hell!
Dessert Story No. 4 
‘Banana Excite 
(using choc-dipped bananas) 
She licked her lips in a provocative tease, a wicked gleam sparking in her eyes before she beckoned me with her sultry smile and come-hither look.
Voyeuristic sex. She clearly didn’t care who saw them. My cock grew harder.
After picking up a firm banana from the table next to her, she slowly peeled off the skin, with a what-are-you-waiting-for expression on her face.
Desire arrowed straight to my groin and my hands lowered to my cock where I started jacking myself off, loving watching her, watching me, as twilight silhouetted her luscious curves.
Waiting. Ready. Hungry. Eager. I wanted her more than ever before.
With her gaze locked on me, she dipped the banana in the warm chocolate sauce, maneuvering it all around the bowl until half of it was coated. With her lips curved suggestively, she lifted out the banana, letting the melted sweetness drip down the rest of it.
Wanting her as badly as I needed to breathe, I advanced closer, grabbed the banana from her hand and got down on my knees until my head perfectly aligned with her pussy. First I dipped one finger inside her. Moistness seeped onto it and I rolled my eyes, loving how easily my angel got turned on. As she spread her legs apart, she pushed her hips out to meet me and I slowly eased the half choc-coated banana inside of her, little by little, entranced as her slick flesh expanded with each push I made.
She gripped the balcony fence rail behind her, dipping her head back. “Oh yes, Eric...” she whimpered, “just like that…”
Dessert Story No. 8 
‘Once Liquored, Never Shy’ 
(using liqueur-filled chocolates) 
Something cold squirted into my pussy. I gasped, jerking in my seat, unable to do so unobtrusively. Eric lifted up the end of the tablecloth in front of me for a moment. The strong smell of peach vodka from inside one of the chocolates hit my nostrils and sent my senses soaring.
He whispered up at me, “I think I’m going to get drunk on the vapors.”
I chuckled and he placed the tablecloth back down. A few seconds later, his tongue was there, and he was licking and swirling the liqueur in and around my delicate folds.
Oh God... He was so skilled with his tongue….
At that moment, the waitress came up to me. “Eh...you e il signor would likar zee dessert, si?”
“Um... Eee!” I squealed. The guys and girls at the group table immediately turned their heads to look at me, as did the man seated with the woman. Did they suspect something? And would Eric still be this risqué if the restaurant was packed?
“Mi Scusi. You are hokay?” the waitress asked.
Oh yes, I’m just having a guy licking liqueur out of my pussy! “Yes, yes I’m fine.”
Eric’s tonguing got quicker as he centered around my clit, obviously knowing the waitress was right there. My clit throbbed under his expert caress and my mouth went completely dry as desire rippled through me.
I gulped. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on my forehead. “Ah... can you give us…” I stopped, gritted my teeth as Eric gave me another wide swirl with his tongue. “Anoth–another...ten…ten minutes?”
The waitress gave me a strange look but nodded and walked away.
I met the gaze of the woman sitting at the table with her husband. The woman winked at me and gave me a this-can-just-be-our-little secret smile. Right then, two of Eric’s fingers went deep inside me and my mind immediately went back to what was happening underneath the table. I sucked in a sharp breath as he circled me while drawing on my clit with his tongue, breathing his hot breath there, suckling me.
Breath hissed between my clenched teeth. Liquid desire pooled further within my pussy. I heard lapping sounds from underneath the table where he was licking me ravenously, making my nerve endings twitter with delight. My sex clenched as he gave me another well-positioned flick with his tongue and I struggled to hold back as he drove me toward a spiral of lust I never wanted to end.
***
End of book excerpt: 
I studied Eric. His shoulders relaxed, his hands unclasped from his lap. Had he thought I’d bring up the ‘I love you’ issue again with him? It had crossed my mind. A part of me wanted to, then I remembered what I’d signed up for with Eric in the beginning―a casual affair and nothing more serious. Maybe in time it could be something more, if I didn’t press the issue now.
“And I’ve got just the idea for our next sexual adventure,” he added, giving me a devilish grin.
Already? “Wow, that was quick.”
“It will take our sex to a whole different level.”
“Really? In what way?”
He shook his head, his eyes glinting.
“You’re not going to tell me?”
“Nope.”
Now I couldn’t walk away, even if I wanted to, not when he piqued my interest like this.
THE END… For now.
Simone Cooper, writing as Kariss Stone for her erotica books, has always been a romantic and knew from an early age creative writing was her passion, and that she wanted to be a writer. She loves everything about love and writing and romance in all its glorious forms, and has a natural passion for erotica, because as she says it’s fun and exciting to ‘live out’ any sexual fantasy you want! Simone lives on the Central Coast of NSW in a small flat with her beautiful man and their adorable but cheeky cat Ralph, who is the apple of their eye. When she’s not writing herself, she loves immersing herself in romance and erotica books and is addicted to any romance reality show on TV. Saddened by all the animal cruelty in the world, she donates regularly to many animal charities. Her dream is to set up an animal rescue refuge when she retires. Her first published book was an erotica short story called ‘Lust to the Night’, which describes in detail the first night of hot sex between the hero and heroine of ‘Dessert Ten Ways’ which is the first book in her ‘Sexy Ten’ series. Simone has also written a sweet romance called ‘The Ghost of his Past’ which is part of the Bindarra Creek Romance series: 13 books by 13 authors over 13 months. Set in the picturesque tablelands of New England, Australia, Bindarra Creek is a fictional, often drought-stricken community full of intrigue, adventure, drama and romance. Life and love in a small country town has never been more challenging. To learn more about the Bindarra Creek series, head to www.bindarracreekromance.com To find out more about Simone/Kariss and her books please visit: Website (Kariss Stone) – https://www.karissstone.com Facebook (Kariss Stone) – https://www.facebook.com/kariss.stone Website (Simone Angela) – https://simonecooper.wordpress.com
SNEAK PEEK
Thrills Ten Places
The Finale Book
‘Thrills Ten Places’ © (A ‘Sexy Ten’ erotica novel).
The finale of Eric and Charlotte’s journey to love.
Book # 2 in the ‘Sexy Ten’ series
The follow on book to ‘Dessert Ten Ways’
Is too much of a good thing wrong?
Intimacy in a grocery store, on the back of a bus, in the surf, a nightclub, a cable car. Just for starters! Eric takes his and Charlotte’s ‘thrills’ sex to an all new high.
But Charlotte’s feelings for him grow to the point where a casual affair is no longer enough. Even though she risks losing him, she has to let him know how she feels.
Will Eric overcome his fear of love and commitment or will Charlotte have to walk away from the only man she’s ever loved?
EXCERPTS FROM THRILLS TEN PLACES
Thrills Story No. 2
‘Fruit Ignite’
(In the back of a small grocery shop)
He circled the banana underneath a breast, popping open a couple of buttons of my shirt in the process. If my hands weren’t braced against the shelf behind me, I’d have slid to the ground. I gripped the edge of the box, watching breathlessly as he pulled my shirttails out from my skirt. His eyes grew darker, his jaw tight.
He eased the banana tip inside the waistband of my skirt, before trailing it down to the sensitive area above my mons and my jaw locked. When he blew softly at the side of my neck at the same time, like feathers were touching my skin, I almost succumbed right then.
“Touch my pussy,” I whispered, lifting my skirt to give him better access.
“My pleasure.” With the blunt end of the banana he rubbed the crotch of my thong, dipping the tip into the crease, twirling it around. My body tingled as his circling increased.
“Oh my God. Eric…” My words were a desperate plea.
“Yes, baby, yes.” His raspy voice slid over me like a cool satin slip and I melted into him as easily as chocolate in a hot pan. Thrills raced up my spine. His dark, hungry eyes drew me in further, held me captive, his freshly showered scent invaded my senses. I couldn’t get enough of him. When his hard cock pressed into my stomach, I tipped my head back, and let out a breathy sigh, wanting more, needing more. I wished he could have taken me right here and now, hoist me up on top of the fruit trays and do me rough and wild until the whole fruit section was a mess on the concrete floor. Fruit Ignite indeed! And what a fun, glorious mess we would create.
He captured my clit through the thin fabric with the circling banana, as if determined to make me come, regardless of being sprung.
I circled my hips faster into his quickening assault, as his cock twitched against my lower stomach. I had to grab it, reaching my hand inside the waist band of his shorts and underpants, capturing his thickness, rubbing in the drop of pre-cum lingering at his tip.
“Oh baby,” he whispered hoarsely as I encircled his shaft and masturbated him. “Harder baby.”
Thrills Story No. 3
‘Moving Pleasure’
(in the back of a bus)
My pussy throbbed with need. Desire ignited inside me like matches lit in quick succession. Oh yes… yes… Eric, right there…Oh my god, Eric… If the seats weren’t covered with fabric, I’d have slid right off the edge and jammed my knees against the seat in front.
Completely intent on his mission, his fingers not deviating once from their task, he eased another finger inside me to join the first, stirring up more of my juices. My body gave an involuntary little jerk. His eyes didn’t flinch as he kept his intense gaze glued to me, his fingers continuing to play sweet music inside me, his other hand making light circles around my inner thigh to add to the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.
I let out another high-pitched, forced laugh, causing the group of girls four rows in front to turn and look at me for a moment before resuming their conversation.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he chided in a murmur as he kissed my earlobe, his fingers still circling inside me. He increased the friction with his fingers so much I had to clench my thighs together.
“Remember what I said?”
I leant into him and whispered in his ear, “You expect me to pretend like nothing’s happening when you’re doing things like this to me? Do you have any idea how close I am to coming?”
Yes.” His tone was rough. “I can feel it, and it’s driving me wild.”
Thrills Story No. 4
‘The Wet Rush
(in the ocean)
With my back to the ocean and every wave gently breaking behind me, he shoved his cock deeper into me, his eyes dark. Another small, smooth wave, another inch inside, and this time he gave me a sexy grin.
Then he pulled his cock out, and dipped his fingers into my bikini bottom, swirling them inside me like a stirrer in a cocktail.
“How about this?” he murmured.
“Yes…” I uttered breathlessly as he circled me faster. A wave bigger than the others pushed me forward, pushed his fingers deeper into me.
His thumb stroked over my clit and I didn’t care if anybody saw me come.
“I want your cock again.” My words a desperate plea.
“Your wish is my command.”
My legs were still wrapped around him, holding him tight. The waves grew choppier, but it made it easier for his cock to slide into me. We rocked together without anybody knowing that we were up to no good.
“Oh, Eric,” I rasped, tingly all over as he brought me close to orgasm with his magic fingers.
Thrills Story No. 6
‘Passion in the Dark
(in the night-club)
He sucked in a breath between gritted teeth.
Amidst his own arousal, how he was able to finger me I didn’t know. My orgasm built under his expert tuition. I parted my legs wider, encouraging him, wanting him to draw out more of my juices. The light was almost here again. I didn’t care…
I barely registered the loud music echoing around us. Tucked away in our little dark corner, it was perfect. I attuned myself to nothing except his fingers moving within me, plucking my response like fingers on a harp.
“Harder, faster,” he demanded, matching this order by fingering me faster and harder. “Oh yeah, that’s it, baby. Fuck!”
His cock twitched, thickened. Pulsed. I knew he was holding back.
He pulled out his fingers with my essence glistening on them, and coated my lips, right when the beam smothered us in harsh white light.
The light disappeared again and he lifted my dress, yanked my panties down, leant over my lap and started sucking my exposed clit, his tongue brandishing inside me like a sword in battle. He knew exactly what to do to bring me to the brink.  
Breath held, I tossed my head back, squeezing my eyes shut.
Repositioning himself, he rose and whispered in my ear. “We have about five seconds before the lights hits us. You’re so close to coming it’s driving me fucking crazy.”
Note from author: Charlotte decides half way through the story that she can finally no longer deny what’s in her heart. She wants to be more than just Eric’s sexual partner…
 (after the night-club sex session)
So this was it, my inner voice told me as I settled into my chair in a little café on George Street. My heart raced. I was no longer happy with a casual affair and he gave no indication he wanted more with me.
Tonight I would confess my feelings, put my heart on the line and risk him walking away because I wanted more than he could give. Panic settled in my chest like a boulder at the thought he could up and leave without any regrets. But I wouldn’t be deterred.
Kate’s pep-talk on the phone the morning after my wild nightclub sex had confirmed my course of action.
Maybe Eric had no idea I’d fallen for him over the past few months.
“Earth calling Charlotte.”
Eric’s voice snapped me out of my musings. “Sorry‒what?”
“I asked if you wanted some wine with our dinner.” He narrowed curious eyes my way. “Is everything okay?”
“Um, yes, everything’s fine. And that sounds good. Thank you.”
The conversation over dinner was quiet, mostly about my family and an update on the embezzlement drama. But there’d been awkwardness too after bouts of uncomfortable silence. There’d been forced conversation at other times, even from him. Had he somehow suspected what was bothering me? Our desserts in front of us, I decided I’d been chicken long enough. My hand shook as I placed my spoon on my plate. “Eric, a couple of days ago I said I had to tell you something important.” I paused, waiting for his reaction.
His eyes met mine and he placed the spoonful of chocolate pudding and ice-cream he’d been about to eat back on his plate. “Yes?” A hint of wariness sounded in his tone. Did he have any idea what was coming?
 I chewed my lower lip, scared of being vulnerable, wondering how he’d react, and knowing this could be the end for us.
He reached out and clasped my hands. “Are you okay?”
My heart thumped in my chest and I removed my hands from his grasp, instead reaching for the serviette and clutching it tightly in my fist. Gaze locked on him, I said, “Eric, I’m in love with you.” My heart stuttered. Fear, uncertainty, and hope hit me all at once. I could no longer deny the blatant truth I’d buried for so long. I licked my lips, my breathing quickening as I waited for his response. Had I blown it? Would he get up and walk out of my life?
“You…you love me?” was all he said, his eyes widening. “Really?”
Courage and boldness seeped into me. I owed it to myself to be completely honest with him. “Yes. I’ve loved you for a while and I can no longer hide it. You told me you loved me back in that Athens hospital two months ago. I never brought it up again, but now… I need to.”  
A muscle ticked in his jaw and his grip tightened on his water glass.
“While our new sexual adventure is thrilling, I want more.” There was no point shying away from the hard truths. “I don’t want us to have a casual relationship. I understand this might scare you away.” My gaze held his. “But I’m prepared to risk it, to go for what I want.” 
His gaze dropped to the melting ice-cream on his plate.
Was he wondering how to respond?
Optimistic, I waited.
When he cast his gaze back to me, a solemn look appeared on his face. “You know I’ve never been in a serious relationship before,” he remarked. “I mean I’ve had short term flings, but nothing more serious than that.”
That made sense. You couldn’t be sexy like Eric and not have females throwing themselves at you. He didn’t strike me as a man who would have to actively go looking for a good time.
I softened my voice when I spoke again. “Love scares you, doesn’t it? That’s why you’ve steered clear of it all these years.” 
He pushed his plate away and fell silent.
“Being in a loving relationship doesn’t have to be frightening,” I pointed out, hoping I wouldn’t come across like a soapbox preacher. “And I know this might be hard for you, because you’ve probably never opened up your heart to a woman.” I paused, conviction and determination taking center stage in my heart and mind. “But I need you to.”
“Or else you’ll walk away?”
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