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Thursday, June 6, 2013

Thank You!


 
I received this stunning banner as a gift yesterday from a dear, dear friend.
 
The surprise brightened my day.
 
Her camaraderie, support, and overall wonderfulness have brightened my world from the day we met.



Have a great weekend~

Tessie
www.tessiebradford.com

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Tina Donahue Has "Illicit Intent" And You Can Too!


Wow look at that! Another gorgeous book cover and scorching romance from Tina Donahue. This book is Piper's story and it's book number three in the Appointment With Pleasure series. This series just gets better and better. Want a little more?

Illicit Intent
Book Three – Appointment with Pleasure series
Tina Donahue

What’s your wildest erotic wish?

For Piper, that’s easy. Two Alpha males who ravish her like marauding pirates and find her curves beyond luscious. She knows her type isn’t for every man…certainly not Guy and Joel, right? Guy’s tall, dark and sinfully virile. Joel’s blond and bronzed. They’re freaking gods, escorts her friend hired so Piper’s thirtieth birthday is unforgettable with the bondage and submission she’s fantasized about. Carnal games that awaken Piper’s sensuality, while her voluptuous figure and sweet vulnerability fuels both men’s animal hunger.
One evening of decadent pleasure isn’t enough. Piper aches to perform ménage acts with them for agency clients who like curvy women. A wicked idea, except for her family’s ties with law enforcement, the threat of exposure. Is it worth the risk?
Hell yeah. By day, she’ll be good. During their wanton acts, the three of them will explore their growing bond as they’re very, very bad…


Oh boy! You just know it's going to get steaming hot... How about an excerpt?

EXCERPT:

Both men smiled at Piper with what appeared to be genuine pleasure.
Their charm and utter masculinity drew her closer…the proverbial moth to the flame. She tamped down her reservations reinforced by a spit-and-polish upbringing, a by-the-book father. It would only be dinner and conversation after all. No harm in that. Even her dad might approve of this—if they lived in an alternate universe where sex wasn’t taboo, but something to be celebrated and indulged in as often as possible.
She reached the terrace. The heady scent of soil and vegetation surrounded her, along with the newest tune, a bluesy instrumental heavy on piano and sax. The sounds wicked, seductive.
Guy came around the sofa first, his sudden proximity delivering his scent. Something fresh and aquatic that reminded Piper of her pirate fantasy and made her heart pound, the same as his great looks.
He appeared to be in his early thirties and was one of the most beautiful men Piper had ever seen outside of a movie. Tall, at least six-three, he loomed over her, his body lean, muscular. His hair was thick and black, not dark-brown as she’d first thought, curling around his ears and at the nape of his neck, the ends of it fluttering slightly with the fan’s breeze. His brows were also black, his lushly lashed eyes a rich cocoa. In them, Piper saw heat and surprising tenderness. As though he too had been unwanted in the past and understood her uncertainty.
He held one of the roses from the sofa and offered it to her. “Happy birthday, Piper.”
His baritone soothed and enticed. His gentle smile made her yearn.
Piper wondered how it might feel to be important to him, really treasured. She imagined meeting him after a long workday at a crowded restaurant filled with gorgeous women. He’d be at the bar, alone, nursing his drink, his expression bored—or forlorn—until he spotted her. His handsome features would light up. Ignoring all of the other females, he’d go to her.
“My turn,” Joel murmured, his deep voice beyond pleasant.
Like Guy, he appeared to be in his early thirties and was as tall. He wore his blond hair cropped short on the sides and in the back, which made him seem more reserved, similar to a cop.
Piper wondered if he’d brought handcuffs along tonight. She suppressed a whimper, part excitement, part worry, and continued to stare at him.
In the candlelight, his hazel eyes appeared to also have a hint of green. His features were rough and masculine.
He too offered her a rose and a kiss on her cheek. His beginning stubble felt delicious in contrast to the aching softness of his lips. He smelled so clean, of summer days and sun-baked skin.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he said with unexpected affection.
Piper’s lower lip trembled.
Gently, Guy wrapped his long fingers around her upper arm. His hand was hot, his palm dry. Piper’s throat constricted with too many emotions, all of them tangled.
“You okay?” Guy asked.
Quick tears clouded her vision. Their kindness and concern were overwhelming, proving more powerful than if they’d shown her simple lust. Oddly enough, their attention made Piper realize how much she’d missed out on. Coy flirting. Outrageous seduction. Being the star of someone else’s fantasy.
She answered his question with a nod, then for reasons Piper couldn’t begin to understand, she added, “I’m thirty today.”
“A great age,” Guy assured.
She smiled weakly. “Not really. Well, maybe for a man. How old are you?”
“Thirty-two. Joel’s thirty-one. Right, buddy?”
“Last time I looked. You want to sit down?” he asked her.
Piper realized her legs were trembling. She glanced at the sofa, large enough for three.
Guy eased the chain of her small evening bag off her shoulder and put the purse on the end of the serving table. She caught a whiff of braised beef and Alfredo sauce, her favorite topping, cheesy with a hint of garlic.
Past the food was a huge hot tub she just noticed. Water bubbled and swirled, its fresh scent complementing the other fragrances.
Joel pulled an overstuffed armchair away from the foliage, offering it to her as though he sensed her reluctance to settle on the sofa. Piper sank into the chair’s forest green cushions and pressed her legs together so they wouldn’t shake.
Guy dropped to one knee in front of her. “What would you like to do?”
With great care, Joel eased Piper’s hair behind her ear.
She inhaled sharply.
He bent down and murmured, “Tell us.”
She wasn’t certain how to answer. Her body said one thing with her skin all tingly and her belly fluttering. However, her mind and heart were tentative about taking the next step. Again, she focused on the sofa, which seemed even larger than a few seconds before. Above it, the sky stretched endlessly, dusted with stars. Windows glimmered with light from the not-so-distant buildings. Could the people inside those offices and condos see within this space?
Would they watch whatever happened, just as her milquetoast fiancé had when her pirate lovers had taken her on the ship?
“Can we talk?” she blurted. “That is,” she added, trying to sound in control, “I want to talk.”
“You bet,” Guy said, unfazed by her request. “What do you want to talk about?”
Piper’s answer died in her throat as he undid the ankle strap of her sandal. The red heels were an indulgence, the same as her dress and purse.
Days ago, Elaine had warned, “Wear something nice when we go out on your birthday.”
“Why?” Piper had asked.
“You want to have fun, don’t you?”
Piper hadn’t questioned the wisdom of Elaine’s words, nor had she expected “fun” to be like this.
With her naked foot propped on Guy’s meaty thigh, he ran his fingers up the back of her calf.
Ah. Shocking pleasure swirled from Piper’s leg to her pussy, then clear to her scalp, making it prickle. She bit back a horny moan, grateful she hadn’t worn hose tonight. They would have dulled his touch.
Lightly, Joel massaged her shoulders, his blunt fingertips above the swells of her breasts.
Piper’s head fell back.
Guy seized the opportunity to brush his lips over her exposed throat.
Damn. His touch registered deep within her core, touching her soul. Piper shivered and struggled to pull in a full breath.
“Feel good?” Joel murmured, running his fingers down her cheek.
Piper slumped in her chair, her body weightless, boneless. “Actually, it’s really great—did you train to be a masseur?”
He chuckled, “No.”
With great effort, Piper lifted her head to ask Guy the same. He hadn’t moved back after having touched his lips to her neck. They were close enough to kiss.
Piper stared, unable to do anything else. His lashes were longer than Elaine’s. His sexual allure so overpowering, Piper’s entire body heated up.
Guy’s expression said he noticed her blush. He smiled. “What?”
His breath was fresh and minty. Piper longed to taste him, swirl her tongue over his, lose herself in the glory of his warm mouth and freaking body. To have him take her with abandon, no different from the marauders she’d so often dreamed about.

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

Website: http://www.tinadonahue.com/
Twitter: http://twitter.com/tinadonahue
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 Thank you Tina for being our guest today!
XXOO Kat

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Coming to Loose Id on July 9th, my new M/F/M


Thursday, May 30, 2013

A Bit of This and That


I’m feeling a bit unfocused, so posting random thoughts and babblings seems like the right thing to do this week! 
Justin Bieber is bugging the crap out of me. It seems as if every day there’s a report of him behaving like a spoiled, ungrateful brat. If only a quarter of the reports are true, and I bet the fraction is substantially higher, he needs a serious time out. Plus, I saw him interviewed recently, and I could barely understand a word he was saying – apparently he’s trying to sound like it should make sense why he now wears his pants beneath his ass cheeks and grabs his privates while performing.

In my neighborhood parking is only on one side of the street; mine. Why is it I can never park in front of my own house? Usually I know who the cars belong to, and usually their driveways are completely empty!!?
 
I’m greatly enjoying baking bread. Now I don’t do the blooming the yeast thing, I buy plain, frozen dough, but I’ve been experimenting to put my own spin on the final product. Rolling the frozen dough in olive oil, sea salt and granulated garlic before letting it rise makes yummy sandwich bread. I’ve also made cinnamon nutmeg pin wheels and cheddar rosemary puffy rolls.
 
On Tuesday, The Young and the Restless aired a tribute episode to Jeanne Cooper. It was incredibly moving and beautiful. By the end I was crying so hard that my dogs were all up on me trying to help.
 
I turned in Megan’s Men to my editor on Monday, four days early!!!! During the time I was writing it, I woke up consistently in the middle of the night because the story wouldn’t let me go. When I woke up Monday night, the last part of the last scene was replaying in my head. I’m thrilled with the final product, but will greatly miss spending time with Megan, Garfor, Loban and Rork.

My birthday is in December. My older brother John’s birthday is also in December. For many years now, we haven’t exchanged presents, but instead have enjoyed going out for dinner. I’m incredibly excited that after five months of a whole lot of “are you fucking kidding me” in the life department, we are finally going out this weekend to celebrate!!

Have a wonderful weekend~
Tessie
www.tessiebradford.com
 

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Em Petrova Is "Untouched"


Seven Sexy Scribes has a special treat today, the wonderful Em Petrova is our guest! Em writes some of the hottest stuff out there that also has plenty of heart. Her writer’s voice is clean and fresh, and she makes it look easy. It’s her birthday week too so give Em and yourself a little gift and treat yourself to a Em Petrova book today. (Wink) we have an excerpt from her latest book “Untouched” that might just turn your key. So if you’re ready to sample a darker shade of chocolate, here we go…

Kink Me Up
By Em Petrova

As an erotic romance author, I spend a LOT of time thinking about sex. In fact, there are days I live, eat, breathe, and watch sex. I’m always looking into fun new ways for my characters to connect. To me, realism is best, though. I could read about the sexiest BDSM ever but deep down, I know I’ll never play in that way. Yet I’m not exactly vanilla.

I know a lot of you fall into this category. Let’s call ourselves Dark Chocolates—decadent and rich. So what happens when your partner is milk chocolate or even cookies and cream? Well, we have to spoon-feed him bits of dark chocolate at a time to get him accustomed to it.

How do you ask for more kink?

1.     Play teacher. Let him walk in on you draped in a silk cloth. Then ask him to tie you up with it. Make sure you have a safe word—always! If either of you are uncomfortable, it’s not going to be a good experience.
2.     Read a hot book. I happen to know an author who writes scorching hot sex. *wink* Read a passage aloud to your lover or let him read over your shoulder. Bounce your foot while reading and say, “Listen to this, babe.”
3.     Turn on the tube. Yep—instead of connecting by turning off the TV, tune in to a sexy flick together. Find something that pushes both of your boundaries and ask what makes him hot.
Communication is everything! Read on for a sexy excerpt of my latest release in the Rough Boys series UNTOUCHED, now available from Ellora’s Cave http://www.ellorascave.com/untouched.html
EXCERPT RATED ADULT:
                                                                         
Mason choked the engine of his chainsaw and adjusted it until it was purring. Much like Eva last night.

The vibrations of the saw ran up his arms and through his shoulders. He squinted up at the treetop, assessing it once more. Never could be too careful. Loggers died every year. Even those with a ton of experience like him had accidents.

He tried to shift his night with Eva from his mind so he could focus on bringing down this white oak. The top was heavy on the right side but he didn’t want it to fall that direction. If it did, it would take out a solid thirty-incher that could be cut in a second wave.

He wanted this particular tree to shoot the gap he’d cleared to the left, which meant some fancy saw work was needed.

The wind was nonexistent and the air still after his regular faller, Tommy Cook, had just felled a tree. Two hundred yards away, he was busy select cutting too.

Mason approached the tree and set his saw blade at an angle. The teeth cut through the thick bark and wood like a hot knife through butter. He pulled the blade back and dug in again, drawing the saw upward to cut a wedge from the trunk. Wood dust showered his arms and coated the backs of his gloves. It burned his nose and he sniffed deeply, loving the scents of the sap and the pull of exertion in his veins.

Using the point of his saw, he tapped the notch he’d cut. It dropped to the forest floor soundlessly, disappearing into the shallow drift of snow around the trunk. Circling the tree, Mason set his boots precisely, prepared to jump back in the event that the log kicked out.

Then, glancing around quickly to ensure no one was within distance of this tree, he set the blade at an angle on the backside of the cut. As the trunk was severed in two, it tipped. Cracking and popping noises sounded even through his hearing protection. He felt the smile of satisfaction spread across his face.

With a scream, the white oak plummeted, the top branches ripping through the limbs of other trees, brushing them in farewell. It slammed to earth with a resounding wallop.

A cheer went up from across the clear-cut. Mason looked up to find Tommy sending him a wave of camaraderie. He cut the power on his saw and thwacked his hands against his thigh to dislodge the sawdust from his gloves. The cracked brown leather gloves had been his father’s and one of the only things Mason had saved of the man’s personal possessions.

He’d found them on a high shelf in the entryway. Drawing them down, he’d brought them to his nose and inhaled the tang of leather and sawdust. Both scents he associated with his dad.

He set his saw on the fallen trunk and pulled off his glove. A shock tore through him as the sweet aroma of Eva’s arousal struck him. He’d spent all night loving her. Even this morning he’d fingered her to completion before allowing her to climb from his bed. Christ, he could hardly wait to get home to see if his sheets smelled of her.

He’d barely kept himself from begging her to stay longer. Returning her to Osborn’s house to pick up her little car had spurred that deep possessiveness in him again. Osborn had come outside to harass them about where they’d gone. Mason had put a stop to it, but not before Eva was as flushed as a Christmas rose.

He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled. His balls clenched instantly at the scent of her he caught there. He’d promised to call her later tonight, but he felt like a goddamn teenager, dying to pick up the cell and call her now. Immediately.

What was she doing? Now that he knew she had a child to care for, he envisioned her in several different scenarios—the boy nestled on her lap as she read a story or seated on the floor building a block tower with him.

Why hadn’t he seen it before? She wore her motherhood like she displayed her femininity. She was always caring for people. Even hand-feeding Osborn a tartlet last night.

Mason wanted to jump in his truck and race to her house right now, and that scared the hell out of him. He’d never known such longing, even with his ex-wife. Eva and his ex were like heartwood and rotted wood though. One was strong and beautiful, something wood connoisseurs prized. Mason knew heartwood when he saw it.

Trouble was, he wasn’t going to stick around Salzburg Springs for long. He’d already contacted the company he’d left when his dad died a year ago and been told he always had a job with them. In fact, they wanted him as soon as possible. His roots weren’t firmly entrenched in western Pennsylvania, but they were plunging deeper after last night.

He mentally kicked himself. He never should have toyed with Eva. She deserved much more than a bachelor with a bent for rough play in bed.

Fires flared in him at the memory of her response to that heavy hand. She’d come unglued when he pinched her nipples so hard. And her skin had lifted to him when he tugged on her hair. How far could he push her?

Thanks for reading! I’d love to hear from you. Leave a comment for a chance to win book 1 of The Rough Boys series—Blown Down! http://www.amazon.com/Blown-Down-ebook/dp/B00666KWTQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1368121534&sr=8-1&keywords=blown+down

Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~
Find my books at Samhain, Ellora's Cave, Loose Id, and more

Thank you Em! Best wishes to you.

XXOO Kat