Nov 25, 2013

In the Spotlight with Olivia Jaymes!

Cowboy Justice Association, Book One

Sometimes you have to die to be born. 
One minute Katie is eating lunch with her sister, the next she barely escapes a car bomb meant to kill her. If that wasn’t enough, someone sets fire to her home and burns it to the ground. Luckily, Federal agents are going to give her a new identity until she can testify against the man who wants her dead. They change her name to Presley, her hair color to brown, and her shorts and sandals to jeans and cowboy boots. She’s not thrilled about being sent to a small town in Montana to hide, but she wants to stay alive. 
Sheriff Seth Reilly is doing a favor for an old Army buddy. He’s promised to watch over a woman whose life is in danger, but he didn’t plan on her being so young and beautiful. He’s tempted, but she’s a bundle of trouble. Seth likes his women calm and sedate. Presley is the kind of woman who would keep him up at night and make him crazy. Too bad he’s starting to enjoy it. 
Passion flares between Seth and Presley, heating up the cold Montana nights. Knowing they only have a short time together, they vow not to fall in love. But when danger finds Presley, Seth will risk everything to keep her safe until she can testify. Will Presley get her old life back or start a new life with Seth instead? 

Presley was still standing, swaying to the music, her eyes closed, the wine glass dangling from her fingers.  Her body moved sensuously, the burnished curls dancing around her head.  He couldn’t take his eyes away from her mouthwatering curves.  Everything about her was beautiful, sexy.  Her jeans hugged the curve of her ass and the shirt pulled tight over her round breasts.  He knew what she looked like without her clothes.  He shouldn’t be this hot and hard from a tiny woman dancing fully-clothed in the living room, but he was. 

Why this woman, at this time?  It was messy, dangerous, and damn inconvenient but he didn’t care.  At that moment, he would have crawled naked across burning hot coals to get to her. 

Her eyes opened and Presley smiled at him.  She must know what he was thinking.  Heat swept through his veins and his cock swelled in his jeans.  He shifted to relieve the pressure and continued watching his brown-eyed witch gyrating to the music.  She glided over to the iPod and rubbed her thumb over the wheel until a new song blared from the dock speakers.  By the time he realized the song was Joe Cocker’s ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On,’ Presley was already pulling up her shirt in teasing manner, exposing the bare skin of her midriff.

His cock jerked in his pants and his breath became shallow.  Damn woman was doing a strip tease right in front of him.  She shimmied out of her shirt, tossing it in his face, before turning her back and swaying her heart-shaped ass not three feet from him.  He could have reached out and dragged her down on to his lap, caveman style, but he forcibly kept his hands on his thighs.  His palms were covered in sweat and he rubbed them on the denim as his heart accelerated to the beat of the music.

When Presley turned around, her pants were unzipped and she was pushing them down her legs.  She kicked them away with a flourish, her hands over her head, rocking to the beat.  She flashed him a smile and leaned forward so he had an eyeful of her generous cleavage.

Holy fuck, his dick was as hard as a fence post.  He could feel the blood rushing to it, leaving his brain too little to function.  She was only in a bra and a ridiculous pair of panties, hardly more than a scrap of material.  She went to her knees and reached behind her back, shaking her breasts so the bra slid down her arms.

Where the fuck did she learn to do that?

She giggled, her face pink, but his gaze was riveted to her breasts bobbing as she smoothly stood but bent over him so her nipples hovered over his mouth.  He dipped his head and captured one between his lips but she danced away before he could suck on it.  Blood pounded in his head, and he felt a wave of lust he could barely control.  He dug in his pocket for a condom just as she turned her back again and tugged her panties down her thighs.  He stood up with a roar and grabbed her around the waist.  She yelped in surprise and then moaned in pleasure as he pushed two fingers inside her hot cunt.

Seth wrapped his hand around her trapped panties and ripped them from her body, crotch first, the flimsy material giving way easily.  He turned her head so he could capture her lips even as he held her back to his front.  He bent her over the back of an easy chair, her spankable bottom raised up, her toes off the ground, and the wet pink of her pussy peeking out at him.  He smacked her bottom and she moaned in response.
“Yes, Seth.  Yes.”  Her voice was a throaty whisper but the pleasure was in no doubt.  He smacked her bottom a few more times, leaving red handprints behind on the creamy white flesh.  He jerked at his zipper and pushed his jeans and boxers down far enough to roll on the condom.  His fingers were clumsy but the minute he was sheathed he thrust inside of her in one stroke.

“Seth!”  Presley cried out at his possession.  He reached down and found her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers.  He kissed her spine, then nibbled at it as he fucked her hard and fast from behind, their breathing labored.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”  Presley chanted.  Damn, he loved how she loved sex.  She didn’t act all coy and shy.  She liked it and she let him know he was all man.  She was certainly all woman.  He kept up the blistering pace, slamming into her over and over until the pressure in his lower back and balls was too much to bear.

About Olivia…
I'm a wife, a mother and a writer.  Most days I can be found in front of my laptop, drinking an ice tea, and dreaming about hunky alpha males and the women who love them.  
I also write as Lara Valentine for Siren Publishing.
I love to hear from my readers!  I can be contacted at

Nov 18, 2013

In the Spotlight with Kennedy Layne!


First and foremost, I love life. I love that I'm a wife, mother, daughter, sister...and a writer.
I am one of the lucky women in this world who gets to do what makes them happy. As long as I have a cup of coffee (maybe two or three) and my laptop, the stories evolve themselves and I try to do them justice. I draw my inspiration from a retired Marine Master Sergeant that swept me off of my feet and has drawn me into a world that fulfills all of my deepest and darkest desires. Erotic romance, military men, intrigue, with a little bit of kinky chili pepper (his recipe), fill my head and there is nothing more satisfying than making the hero and heroine fulfill their destinies.
Thank you for having joined me on their journeys...


When former Marine, Connor Ortega, was ordered into the offices of Crest Security Agency on a Saturday morning, he didn’t expect the latest case to hit so close to home. A submissive has been murdered in a particularly vicious manner and to bring her killer to justice, he must go undercover. Not hard to do considering he’s already part of the BDSM lifestyle.

Lauren Bailey, a local vendor of bejeweled erotic implements, lives vicariously through her clients due to her fear of bondage. When Connor’s dominant side can’t resist trying to ease her anxieties, she accepts his proposal and agrees to his one stipulation…keep things casual.

When the killer sets his sights on Lauren, Connor is forced to rethink their relationship. He has the training it takes to catch a murderer, but does he have the courage to escape his inner demons and capture Lauren’s heart? 

Lauren felt lightheaded at his command, and for a brief moment believed she’d faint if she followed it. The butterflies flying in her stomach wanted an escape and she was afraid she’d give them one. Slowly, she bent over to where she could grab her ankles. How was it that he hadn’t even touched her, yet she felt as if they’d just had sex for an hour? A light sheen of perspiration had already broken out over her body and her knees felt like jelly. Lauren forced herself to lock her knees in place.
“You have a beautiful body,” Connor said, slowly walking around her. His bare feet came into her line of view and it struck her that they appeared masculine. The thought made her want to giggle, which was so unlike her. She wasn’t that type of woman, yet her emotions were running rampant. “Your crevice is curved with precision, while your rosebud is perfectly centered and lightly dusted with your red hair. The things I will show you will fulfill every dark fantasy you’ve ever had, Red.”
Heat infused her body as wicked images flashed through her mind. Why wasn’t he touching her if he wanted to show her all of these things? Lauren could feel his heat from inches away and her anus throbbed with the need for contact. She’d never been introduced to anal play, mostly due to the fact the men she’d been with were vanilla in nature, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to experience it. Again, why was he not touching her?
“Palms flat on the floor and spread your legs wider,” Connor ordered, not moving from his position. “I want to see how well you shaved your pussy. I warn you now, should it not meet my satisfaction, that will only add to your count.”
She was relatively sure that Connor knew his words would produce her pussy to cream. Lauren felt the moisture seep through her folds as her hands touched the hardwood floor in front of her. Shifting her feet farther apart, her juices slipped past and coated her inner thighs.
“It pleases me to know that my voice alone can make you aroused,” Connor murmured, surprised her when he slid a finger through her lips. Spasms rocked her pussy, but he did nothing more. She heard him hum and knew that he’d tasted her. “Your flavor is unmistakable. I can’t seem to get enough, but right now we have other things to do. I want you to stand, walk over to the bed and situate yourself on the end of the mattress. You are to place your knees on the edge and keep them separated as wide as you can while your shoulders rest against the comforter. Your ass will be up in the air and exposed to me, while your arms are to either side of you.”
Lauren took her time to stand, the lightheaded feeling have never fully gone away. She was having trouble slowing her heart rate and her mouth had gone completely dry. Did he plan to bind her arms to the mattress? Was that even possible? She didn’t have any type of contraption to do that, but then again, she wasn’t sure what the hair ties were to be used for. They felt no different to her than when she wore her watch on her left wrist. He’d placed them on her, so she assumed he had a reason for doing so.
Making her way to the edge of the bed, Lauren tried to see what he’d placed on the chair. Was that her tube of lubricant that she kept in the spare bedroom for work? Zippers tended to get stuck and chains managed to become tangled...KY Jelly was a simple solution. But she knew his intentions would be totally different. She should be focused on what he had planned for the wrist ties, but her anus was pulsing with what he intended for the lube.
“What were my instructions?” Connor asked, his voice in her right ear. The warmth of his breath caused her to tilt her head as shivers rolled through her. “At this rate, we’ll have to toss out counting how many spankings you obtain. Maybe I should integrate them within this scene. It might help you focus on me instead of what is on that chair.”
Lauren wasn’t sure if she should answer or not, considering Connor had spoken after his initial question. Instead, she quickly climbed onto the bed and situated herself the way he required. The vulnerability of the position wasn’t lost on her. She gathered up the comforter in her fists for something to hold on to and wished her mental state had something similar. As it was, she felt as if she were in free-fall.
“I think that is what we shall do, so that after our scene I can hold you and fall asleep peacefully. Knowing how we’ll both be satiated, mentally and physically, can be rather exhausting.” Connor walked over to the chair, but since her cheek was resting on the blanket, she couldn’t see what he’d grabbed. He walked back and continued until he was behind her. She resisted the urge to move her hips. “Have you experienced the pleasure of a butt plug, Red?”
“No,” Lauren whispered. The sound of her voice seemed far away as blood rushed through her ears. She tried to attach his title to the word, but her long pause was evident. It seemed to give him so much power, yet that was what she wanted. “Sir.”
“By the time this scene ends, your words will flow together nicely,” Connor said, his promise ringing through the air. “Now, I’ll ask once again to give you more practice. Have you ever experienced the pleasure of a plug?”
Lauren’s breath caught as she felt his finger brush over her tight ring. In a whoosh of air, her words came rushing out. She’d never been touched there by a man.
“No, Sir, I haven’t.”
“Now, see, wasn’t that easier?” Connor asked. She heard the familiar click of the tube, knowing he’d flicked it open with his thumb.

Nov 4, 2013

In the Spotlight with Alanea Alder!


 Liam was devastated when he learned that the little cat Sebastian which he has known for months is his mate and has been hiding the truth from him since they met. He has to overcome the pain of his past before he can accept a future with his kitten. But will Sebastian forgive him for ignoring him when the truth finally came out?
Sebastian has lost hope that Liam will ever forgive him. He knows what he did was wrong, and that he wounded his mate deeply. Will he be able to find a way to get Liam to see that he really does need him and earn his forgiveness?
Kent has been walking through life as a spectator. He finds himself mediating between his two hurt mates. Will their history together leave him feeling like a third wheel or will the heat between his two men burn him alive?
Will they be able to come together as a united front before the attempts from an old enemy destroys them?

Story Excerpt
“Good morning my luscious ladies, and how is my baby boy doing today?” he asked making kissing noises at Rebecca’s stomach, sounding like his normal self. Rebecca beamed up at Liam obviously relieved at his familiar laid back persona.
“Aleks said the next time you referred to his son as your boy he was going to choke the life out of you.” Rebecca looked around, snatched up Kate’s coffee cup and took a healthy swig.
“I saw that! No more caffeine for you Rebecca Arkadion, doctor’s orders,” Connor yelled across the diner. Rebecca winced and set the cup down grumbling about stupid doctors and what do they know.
Sebastian removed his hand from Liam’s hazarding a wink at Liam before sucking up all the soda in his cup. Under the table he popped off the lid, then he reached across the table grabbing Kate’s mug. When Connor’s back was turned he carefully poured Kate’s coffee into his soda cup and put the lid back on. He handed it to Rebecca who started bouncing excitedly in her seat. She accepted the cup and held it in front of her.
“Sebastian you are the bestest!” She was about to take a sip when a large hand swooped in and grabbed the cup.
“And no soda either. That has caffeine too.” Connor said before taking the cup to the kitchen sink and pouring it out. Sebastian’s eyes widened as he saw Rebecca’s face turn to a mask of horror before her bottom lip started to quiver.
“Oh no,” Kate said, looking around for another cup of coffee.
“Connor hates me and Doc hates me!” Rebecca ranted.
Sebastian looked over to Liam pleadingly. Liam smiled and nodded. He stood up and scooped Rebecca up in his arms before sitting down and settling her on his lap.
“Okay, baby girl, why did they take you off caffeine?” He asked gently. Sebastian’s heart was melting. His mate had to be the kindest man he had ever met, how could he have ever doubted him? Rebecca had to be one of the most exasperating, but amazing women he had ever met. Living with her he had some of the best times of his life. Liam seemed to have infinite patience when it came to the tiny human.
“They think I’m too excitable, that I’m all over the place and expending too much energy. I tried to tell them that this is au naturel.” She pointed to herself.
“But they didn’t believe me. All because I’ve lost a pound or two.” She sniffled looking at Liam pitifully. Sebastian’s ears perked up and he saw Kate lean forward.
“What do you mean a pound or two, Rebecca?” Kate asked sternly.
“It was only two pounds and ninety-six ounces,” she mumbled. Liam frowned. Sebastian looked at Kate who was looking down at her fingers.
“You’ve lost eight pounds? Since when?” Sebastian asked putting them both out of their mathematical misery.
“Since last week.” Rebecca sighed and stared down at her lap.
“Rebecca!” Sebastian gasped. Liam saw the shocked expression on his mate’s face before turning to stare with concern at his friend.
“Is that a lot?” Liam asked looking from Sebastian to Kate and back.
“In addition to what she lost in the first trimester due to morning sickness it’s drastic,” Ma said coming from behind the counter. She held out a tall frosted glass with what looked like a milkshake to Rebecca.
“What’s that?” She eyed the glass with a colorful swirly straw sticking out of the whip cream suspiciously. She took the glass and scrunched her nose.
“That is my newest concoction. I made it especially for my Alpha Mother. I gave Ma the recipe last week and made sure we had all of the ingredients here.” Ashby said as he and Gabriel walked into the diner.
“Is it a milkshake?” Rebecca asked perking up. Ashby winked at Ma.
“Something like that. Try it.” He sat down next to Sebastian as Gabriel took the last empty seat next to Kate filling the table. Rebecca took a small sip from the glass and her face brightened.
“It tastes like coffee!” She attacked the straw and inhaled half the cup. Sebastian looked over to Ashby who winked at him and nodded to Rebecca who was sucking up the last of the concoction through the straw trying to get the whipped cream off the side of the glass.
“What was that?” Sebastian asked curiously, leaning forward and taking a sniff.
“It’s a moccachino flavored protein shake that I doctored up. Not only does it taste like coffee with no caffeine, it’s filled with all her daily vitamins and also acts as a meal replacement, which will hopefully help her gain weight.” Ashby looked extremely proud of himself. Rebecca looked at Ashby her eyes wide.
“But it didn’t taste bad.” She frowned down at the empty glass.
“That’s the point. It should help satisfy your coffee cravings too. Ma and I have been worried about how much weight you’ve lost so I thought this would be the closest thing to coffee you can get. Don’t you like it?” He asked looking dejected. Rebecca quickly back pedaled.
“Of course I like it. I love it! I’m just surprised I like it.” Rebecca rubbed her small belly.
“I’m full.” She said and yawned. Sebastian had the urge to shift and curl in her lap. He had been looking after her for months, it was hard to let old habits die.
“Aww is my baby boy purring? Yes he is! He liked the new milkshake,” Liam said making baby noises at Rebecca and rubbing her stomach. Sebastian and Ashby laughed.
“Put my mate down so I can beat you to death.” A low grumble filled the diner.
“Look, Rebecca, it’s your grumpy bear. Be careful or he might find out about our torrid affair. Shussshh,” Liam said in a mock whisper. Sebastian rolled his eyes. Gently Aleks lifted Rebecca out of Liam’s lap. He pulled over a chair from another table and sat down with Rebecca snuggled against him.
“As if she would touch your mangy ass. And the baby isn’t purring, he’s growling. He doesn’t like you.” Aleks grunted. Rebecca thumped his shoulder.
“Don’t say that. The baby loves his Uncle Liam.” She yawned again

Adult Excerpt
“Liam, hurry up and take us inside, I’m about to blow and I don’t want to give everyone a show,” Sebastian moaned. Laughing Liam and Kent broke apart and grabbed hands before running for the house.
“Tear that ass up!” Rian yelled.
“Happy mating!” Ma yelled laughter in her voice. Liam waved goodbye to everyone before shutting the back door behind him.
“Hurry!” Sebastian whimpered. He and Kent sprinted for the stairs, they made their way up in record time and nearly ripped the door off the hinges flinging it open. Liam threw Sebastian on the bed as he and Kent stripped off their bathing suits. He heard the drawer open and close and when he looked over to Sebastian, his little mate already had three fingers deep in his own ass.
“God, I can’t wait. I’ve never been this hard.” Sebastian said pushing frantically. Liam had to grab the base of his cock to keep from coming at the sight. He heard a moan and he turned to his right. Kent had one hand reached behind him and he seemed to be wiggling something.
“Sweetheart are you wearing a butt plug?” Liam nearly swallowed his tongue when his gentle giant of a mate nodded. Liam carefully removed his mate’s glasses before pushing him onto the bed.
“Kent, fuck our little slut there while I take this tight ass of yours,” Liam said his voice dropping an octave as his lion came to the surface.
“Do you like being called our little slut?” Liam asked unsure if he had crossed a line.
“Yes, please fuck your slut.” Sebastian’s face went slack with need.
“I need your huge cock so bad my mate, my love.” Sebastian moaned. Kent’s eyes became unfocused as he stalked Sebastian on all fours on the bed. He easily flipped their mate over onto his hands and knees.
“Hard, fuck your slut hard.” Sebastian said taking on the role beautifully.
Kent fed the head of his swollen prick into Sebastian, he paused before slamming the entire length into him, bottoming out. Sebastian screamed in pleasure. Unable to stay away a second longer, Liam climbed onto the bed and pushed Kent over Sebastian.
“Our little slut deserves pleasure, reach around and grab that gorgeous cock of his Kent.” Liam said pulling the butt plug out of Kent excruciatingly slow. Kent dropped his forehead to Sebastian’s back and moaned. He wrapped on arm around the body of his small mate and began to stoke Sebastian.
Liam pulled apart Kent’s ass cheeks and licked the small pink hole.
“Oh fuck!” Kent yelled.
“You taste like heaven,” Liam said before leaning forward to spear his mate with his tongue.
“Please Liam, please fuck me, haven’t I been a good mate too?” Kent asked panting.
“Yes, you both were very good mates today.” Liam sat back on his knees and took his dick in hand. With no preamble he thrust forward and began to ram into his mate’s greedy hole.
“Kent you helped to arrange this party to show your mates how much you care.” Liam reached down and inserted a finger alongside his cock. Kent went wild bucking into Sebastian and then back to impale himself on Liam.
“Sebastian you stood up for your mate, you defended me. No one has ever done that for me before.” Liam said hoping the bond would share with his mates how he felt. How no one had ever taken care of him before and how much it meant to him.
“I love you Liam, I love you Kent. I want to stay like this forever!” Sebastian screamed out his release.
“I love you both so much.” Kent said thrusting as deep into Sebastian as he could as Sebastian’s pleasure washed through them all.
“You both are my everything, I have never loved anyone like this.” Liam said before his orgasm compounded by his mate’s raced through them expanding through every cell before exploding. Liam could feel everything. There was no Kent, Liam and Sebastian, it was if they were all one. Groaning, Liam eased Kent and Sebastian to the left gently laying them all on their sides, the entire time their cocks lay deep in each other.
Slowly their cocks began to harden again. Through tears of joy and release they made love moving as one body. They moved slowly savoring every touch as it was magnified by three. Shortly before dawn their collective orgasm ripped through them, and all three of them gave in to the darkness.

Q   Do you write full-time or part-time?
I write part time. I have a full time job where I normally put in between 50-60 hours per week at.
Q   Do you have a special time to write or how is your day structured?
I like to write in the early morning when I get off of work. I works overnights on the East coast, so my hours are completely backwards to everyone else.
Q   Do you write every day?
No, some days it’s book planning or outlining. I also try to balance that with time on Facebook chatting with my peeps and web building. Social networking is a huge part of being a writer.
Q   Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages per day?
No, I don’t like to feel like  I HAVE to write. If I try to force it, I’m usually unhappy with what I’ve written.
Q   Do you work to an outline or plot or do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?
I do both. I have a rough outline, but when I sit down and start typing sometimes my characters are in the driver’s seat.
Q   How do you think you’ve evolved creatively?
I’m using a wider range of words to describe things. To help with steamy scenes I started an Explicit Word spreadsheet LOL
Q   What was the hardest thing about writing your latest book?
Fated Forgiveness which is being released Nov 7th, was pretty straightforward. But the one after that was hard due to medical terminology. It’s also my tear jerker and emotional roller coaster book. I am warning my readers in advance. Have tissues ready.
Q   What is the easiest thing about writing?
Talking to my characters
Q   How long on average does it take you to write a book?
On average I would say 2-3 weeks
Q   Any tips on how to get through the dreaded writer’s block?

Either I start outlining something new which may trigger needed plot points in the book prior or I skip to the end of the book and write it backwards J

Nov 2, 2013

Sanctuary, Montana Blog Tour: Zara Chase



Farah McLean is driven from Sanctuary, Montana, by the dispute that has raged for years between her family and the Baldwins, keeping her from the love of her life, Drew Baldwin.
A detective in nearby Billings, she returns home, having been shot in the line of duty, to find Drew is also back in Sanctuary, along with his buddy Isaac Kincaid. When she discovers that Drew left Sanctuary because of his feelings for her, their love for one another can no longer be suppressed.
Drew and Isaac share everything—including Farah—but their relationship can’t go anywhere without destroying their families, unless…with time and determination on her side, Farah uses her detection skills to delve into the origins of the dispute.
Will she be successful, and will the stubborn patriarchs of the two clans accept her findings, even if she is…


Isaac merely laughed. “Farah, honey, the way I see it, we don’t have a whole lot to be modest about.”
Farah would die rather than admit it, but she had to agree. Isaac was now lounged elegantly against the doorjamb, his long legs crossed at the ankles, right at home in cowboy boots and worn jeans that hugged his hips and gave her a graphic idea of the state of his butt. She couldn’t help noticing that the denim was especially worn around his crotch area. What was he packing in there? Down, girl!
Drew now stood beside his buddy, and glancing up at them, Farah suddenly felt way too hot. They were quite a sight, what with their broad shoulders, lean, hard bodies, and lazy, persuasive smiles. Their not entirely civilized male auras probably worked favorably on every woman they met, too, and they knew it, the arrogant sods. After all, what girl could resist the challenge of taming bad boys?
Farah wasn’t that shallow. Really, she wasn’t. She only moistened her lips because they happened to be dry, nothing more. She’d go right back into the club, just to show them she wouldn’t be pushed around. Problem was, she couldn’t seem to move. Trying to tell herself she was over her obsession with Drew was like using a Band-Aid to fix a broken heart. It was never going to convince anyone, so she simply stayed put and waited to see what they’d do next. Whatever it was, she wouldn’t agree to it.
She absolutely wouldn’t.
She could understand where Isaac got all those muscles from. He worked with horses all day long. But Drew was a shrink with some fancy outfit in Denver. He had no business looking quite so…well, so virile. She suppressed a shudder, but a frisson of excitement still ripped through her when she recalled how it had felt to be held up close against his sculpted torso.
Damn it, she was losing control again!
Both men flashed lazy smiles, and to her mortification, she realized it was because she’d been staring at them for way too long. She quickly averted her gaze, looking toward Aubrey and Tatum for help. But they’d obviously noticed what just went down. They both knew she’d once had a fixation with Drew. Clearly they didn’t realize she was over that because instead of coming to her rescue they meekly headed toward Aubrey’s car.
“Hey, wait for me!” Farah cried.
“You’re good, babe,” Tatum said with an insufferably smug smile. “Drew and Isaac will take good care of you.”
That’s what I’m worried about. Farah could only stand and stare, dumfounded, as Aubrey sent her a little wave, started her engine, and drove out of the lot.
“Now see what you’ve done,” Farah said, glaring at the two men. “There goes my ride.”
Judging by their amused expressions, she could have phrased that better.
“We’re happy to give you a ride, darlin’,” Isaac said.
“Good. I take it you don’t need directions to the McLean ranch.”
Farah’s head was still itching from the wig. She pulled the elastic band out of her hair and shook it free. When it cascaded about her shoulders in its usual wild disarray, she thought she heard both men inhale sharply. Damn, did they think she was trying to impress them? She absolutely wasn’t. Her head was itching, was all.
“Why did I have to choose the one week when you’re home to visit that club?” she asked, pointing an accusing finger at Drew.
“Oh, he’s not—”
“Where would you like to eat?” Drew asked, cutting across whatever Isaac had been about to say.
“Well, seeing as how you’ve messed up my night out with my best friends, you might as well take me to the Steer House,” she said sweetly, naming the most expensive restaurant in town.
“You got it,” Drew replied. “Come on, we’ll go in our truck.”
Farah didn’t like the idea of being squashed in between these two. Or rather, she did, a little too much. It was hard to play the part of the wronged party with a leaking pussy and painfully hard nipples. And don’t get me started on my toppling gut. Judging from Drew’s insufferable expression he knew precisely what she was thinking, damn him!


“How come you two weren’t snapped up years ago?” she asked. “You must have had offers.”
“One or two,” Isaac said, modest for once. “But we weren’t interested.”
“Why not?”
“Because those women weren’t you,” they said together.
Farah felt herself blushing. “Thanks,” she said meekly. “I hope I don’t disappoint you. Like I said, I haven’t been very adventurous to date.”
“That’ll change once you’re fit again,” Isaac said, taking the cream and gently applying it to Farah’s bruises.
“You like what I’m doing to you?” Isaac asked, abandoning the ointment, instead gently rimming one hard nipple with his forefinger.
“I could take it a little harder.”
“Glad to hear it.” Isaac took her hand. “Come and lay down, honey, and we’ll both give you some attention.”
Farah noticed that Drew was now naked as well. She lay on her right side, her injured thigh uppermost, and felt a large, hot body land on either side of her. Wow, they hadn’t even touched her yet, but already she felt a deep tug between her legs. Juices flowed from her cunt, and lust radiated from her core, spreading through her entire body.
“Just keep still, darlin’,” Isaac said, “and let us love you.”
Drew was behind her, and she felt his lips kissing their way down her spine. She shivered as gloriously diverse sensations rippled through her. At the same time Isaac applied his lips to her nipples. He didn’t just suck them, he bit at them.
“That hurt?” he asked, lifting his head.
“Yes, but I rather like it.”
“That’s right, honey. Just give it a moment for the pain transmutes to pleasure. Breathe real deep and roll with the pain.”
“I’ve heard that said, but never really believed it before.”
“Now you know,” Drew replied, while Isaac continued to torture her nipples.
Large hands and searing lips seemed to attack her from all angles, and Farah loved every minute of it. If she hadn’t completely understood the attraction of ménages before, she certainly did now. Oh my, Drew was playing with her ass, running his fingers between the cheeks, rubbing something cool into them.
“Lube,” he said in response to her unasked question. “You ever had anal sex, honey?”
“That’s good. We wanna teach you everything we know about it. Will you let us?”
Hell, yes! “Sure.”
“I’m gonna slip a plug into your butt, just to get you used to the sensation. You cool with that?”
“I think so.”
“Okay, babe, don’t tense up. Try and relax your muscles and let me in.”
“If feels invasive.”
“Sure he does, but once you get used to the feeling you’ll wonder how you lived for so long without trying it.”
The sensation burned, but Isaac was distracting her with the things he was doing to her tits, and suddenly it didn’t hurt anymore. Her backside felt full, and kinda nice.
“Hmm,” Drew said, clearly sensing her relax. “Do you like that?”
“Yeah, it feels…I’m not sure, warm, maybe.”
“That’s right. The plug’s full of oil. Your body will heat it up and then it’ll blow your mind.”
“Talking of blowing,” Isaac said, abandoning her tits and kneeling over her body so that the tip of his erection touched her lips. “Taste me, darlin’.”
That she was more than happy to do. It was a service she’d performed for Drew earlier, after he’d gone down on her, and he’d seemed more than happy with the way she went about it. She opened her mouth and sucked the head of Isaac’s penis between her lips, making him gasp when she slipped her tongue down its slit. As she did so, she became aware of Drew’s fingers playing with her pussy from behind, agitating the tight bundle of nerves that made up her cit. Farah was always vocal in such situations, keen to verbally express pleasure. Not possible this time. She had her mouth full, licking Isaac from the tip of his cock all the way to his balls and back again, making sure to hit the frenulum nerve on the underside of his shaft in the process.

Drew was now tormenting the sensitive area between her cunt and anus. The plug in her backside was heating up, and so was she. She took more of Isaac into her mouth, enjoying the devastatingly erotic taste of him, the musky scent of his arousal, sensing he was no longer quite so in control.

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Nov 1, 2013

Sanctuary, Montana Blog Tour: Jane Jamison


Six lucky women find out that when men fight hard, they love even harder.

Tatum Baldwin has loved Josh and Will McLean since high school. But the feud between the Baldwins and the McLeans means they’re off limits. When the McLean men come back into town, Tatum’s ready to make the move and claim them as her own. But what if her family finds out?

Will and Josh McLean are tired of sneaking around to be with Tatum. Yet family and the feud make it hard to go public. Just as they’ve finally convinced Tatum to take the risk, an unexpected discovery throws their world and their families into turmoil.

Will they keep their secret? But secrets have a way of coming out, especially when they’re buried in treasure.

Matt grew up with the firm belief in love at first sight. When they meet a woman in town to do research on a book, Eric is tempted to believe it too. But, there are more secrets to Jocelyn Richards then he first believes and when the feud flares to life again she is caught in the middle.  Will the history behind a centuries old feud drive them apart before they can create a future?
Adult Excerpt
“Okay, that does it. I’m through watching.” Josh moved in front of her and took hold of the pink bow that dangled between her breasts. His cocky grin came back as he tugged on it. “Oops.”
The top of her corset fell open, exposing more of her breasts. Will slid his hand between her breasts and over to one side to find her tit. The sensation of the taut bud against his palm was better than he could’ve imagined. It felt so hard, yet so soft, a small bud of womanhood against his calloused skin.
Josh wasn’t through exploring her bows. “I wonder what will happen when I pull the other one.” He took hold of the bow on her panties and untied it. A flap on the front of her panties fell open to reveal the strip of dark hair that led the way to her pussy folds.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” Josh fell to his knees in front of her. Taking her by the back of her legs, he tugged her forward. He groaned then put his face to her pussy.
Will thought she might have dropped to the floor if he hadn’t been holding on to her. He gripped her around the waist and then, once he was sure she was able to keep standing, he bent and took her nipple into his mouth. He lashed his tongue over and around it as she clutched a hunk of his hair and held on.
Her other breast, so firm, so perky, pushed against his shoulder as he lashed his tongue over her nipple time and again. He could hear Josh licking and sucking on her, giving her sweet torture with every stroke. When she straightened up in a quick jerk, he knew Josh must’ve put either his tongue or his fingers inside her pussy.
Her hold on him tightened to the point of pain, but he didn’t mind. Pain was a close cousin to pleasure, and he wanted her to experience that, too. He pulled away from her, gave her a quick kiss, and then yanked Josh’s hair to get his attention.
“What the hell, man?” Josh wiped her juices from his mouth with the back of his hand. “I wasn’t anywhere near done.”
“Neither am I. Get up.” Will waited until Josh stood. “I think it’s time we use the items Tatum brought.”
A gleam of excitement brightened her sex-clouded eyes. “Ooh, yes. I’d like that.”
Josh took her by the chin and made her look at him. “Okay, then, understand this. Will and I are the Doms here. We’re the ones in control. That’s the way we want to play this. That means you’re going to do everything we say. Got it?”
She nodded, already falling into the submissive role. She cast her gaze down.
“But that doesn’t mean you don’t have any control.” Will mimicked Josh by making her turn toward him. “If you want us to stop whatever we’re doing, just say so.”
“My cousin’s right. Sometimes, however, it’s hard to tell when no really means no or when you’re just playing along. So pick a safe word. Something you’d never say during sex. If you use that word, we’ll know that you really want us to stop.”
“A safe word?” She bit her lower lip in thought.
The simple gesture almost brought him to his knees. Had she always done that even back in high school? He doubted it. If she had, not even her family could’ve kept him away. “Yeah. So what’s the word, sugar?”
She considered for a moment longer before speaking. “Molasses.”
“Molasses it is.” Josh turned back to the basket to retrieve the flogger. “I’m thinking it’s time for our woman to get a spanking or two. What do you say, Will?”
“I think you know what you’re talking about.” Will stepped back and grabbed the handcuffs. He tilted his head to the side and waited for her to catch his meaning.
Tatum held out her arms and Will snapped them into place before thinking. “You do have the key for these, right? If not, we’ll have to go to another town to get them off.”
Her bright laughter warmed him in places no flame ever could. “That’s for sure. I can only imagine the uproar if we had to get someone from Sanctuary to help us. But don’t worry. The key’s in the basket.”
“Yeah, cuz. Don’t worry.” Josh flicked the flogger, testing it. “Now get out of the way. It’s time to teach our sweet Tater a lesson.”

a Rafflecopter giveaway