Saturday, January 16, 2016

Saturday Scenes from Mystical Christmas--The Vampire Diaries at Kindle Worlds


“Ah, there you are.” Klaus greeted her with a warm smile which was almost an oxymoron.
 Klaus represented everything Elena had grown to hate—despair, danger, and that emptiness she felt inside, the lonely existence she’d begun to recognize as life after Stefan. Klaus symbolized darkness, a darkness she might have otherwise accepted if he hadn’t stood so firmly before her as the gatekeeper, the one creature standing in front of Stefan and deliberately keeping them apart.
 “I’ll be right there,” she snapped, tucking her journal under the mattress. 
“I’ll wait with you.” Klaus snatched Elena’s floral garment bag and draped it over his arm. “It would be a real shame if you backed out at the last minute, Elena. You wanted a Christmas wish and your wish was granted.”
 “With certain terms.” 
“Ah yes.” Klaus tilted his head one way or another. “Well I’ve never been one to greet demands with open arms. Besides, we’ll all feel better on neutral ground.”
“And why is that?” Elena had spent the last few days questioning everything and everyone. When she’d asked Klaus to release Stefan for the holidays, she hadn’t thought about the terms and conditions, the possibility of bargaining with the devil. 
“We all play by my rules, Elena. You still won, sweetheart. You wanted Stefan for the holidays. He’s yours.” Klaus approached her with speed and narrowed his eyes as if he planned to compel her.
She quickly dismissed the thought. Klaus didn’t need her under his spell. She was his human blood bank, a walking natural resource for his hybrid nation. Outside of his need for her blood, he had little use for her, which brought her back to another question. “When I asked you to grant Stefan a holiday weekend, why did you agree to a break?” 
“You always surprise me, Elena. More often I’m merely amused by your requests.” He tilted her chin and his head at the same time, looking at her as if he were indeed perplexed. “When you asked for Stefan’s release so you could celebrate Christmas with both Salvatore brothers, I was curious.” 
“Which explains why you’re going with us to Tennessee?” 
He moistened his lips and for a split second, Elena could’ve sworn his mouth was dripping in blood. She cringed as a memory crawled through her head. Her mind’s eyes flickered with newspaper clippings about a rampant killing spree, a murderous binge controlled by Klaus and executed by Stefan.
 “I’ve always loved the mountains.” Klaus grinned. “Besides, holidays are monumental. We can build memories together. Why would I throw away such an opportunity?”
 “You promised to release him while we’re in Tennessee.”
 “And I will,” Klaus assured her. “Once we’re settled in and before the sun goes down.”
 “Is there a ‘but’ in there somewhere?” 
“All right, Elena, you win. I’ll let you in on a little secret.” His demeanor changed then. “You can’t play with fate or run from it, love. Katerina tried and as you saw for yourself, she failed on numerous occasions. She also loved two brothers as you love two brothers.”
 “I never said—” 
Klaus held up his hand. “Let me finish. Damon gives you what you need, what you must have at any cost. Stefan, on the other hand, gives you what you want—the ability to stay committed to your high moral standards. The Stefan you know gives you a normal relationship, an acceptable bond. Your friends like him. Your teachers accept him.”
 “What about the Stefan you know?” 
“The Stefan I know would rip your pretty little neck apart if I so much as compelled him to do so.” 
She swallowed, processing. Klaus wanted to hurt her. He wanted to watch how she interacted with the Salvatore brothers. He would then later use what he learned against her. “You made Stefan into something he’s not.” 
“On the contrary,” Klaus said. “We’re vampires. That makes us hunters or predators by nature. We’re only killers by choice.”
 “Stefan wouldn’t have done any of this if you hadn’t compelled him.” 
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Klaus said. “I can hand an average man a gun, beat him within an inch of his life, and he will not pull the trigger if he isn’t a killer. The survival instinct, some of us have it and some of us don’t, Elena.”
 “That’s a terrible comparison.” 
Klaus shrugged. “Maybe you’re right. Besides, Stefan’s weapons are embedded in his gums. No one hands him anything. He takes what he wants.”
 “At one time he wanted me.”
“Yes and we all watched in horror as he became this henpecked vampire following you up and down the local high school’s halls. It was dreadfully painful to observe. Sad, really. At least now Stefan is his own person.” 
Elena inched forward, anger driving each of her steps. “What’s sad is you really believe that.” She mustered up the courage to close the last bit of distance between them. “Now tell me, Klaus. Why are you really here?”
Klaus gripped her shoulders. “Let me remind you, sweetheart. You weren’t supposed to spend Christmas with Stefan. Word travels fast in our circles. From what I hear, you and another Salvatore have more in common. Then again, some might argue—at least those who have witnessed your volatile relationship—you and Damon probably weren’t supposed to spend Christmas together. You aren’t exactly an ideal mistletoe-seeking pair.”
 “So you want to go with us and what…referee?” 
“Hmm. I hadn’t thought of it like that, but sure. Think of me as the middle ground.” 
“Ha! You want Elena to see you as a mediator?” Damon entered the bedroom cautiously. He watched Elena as if he were afraid to take his eyes off her. After her heart fluttered a few extra beats, he grinned—because he likely picked up on the fact—and turned to Klaus. “Well?” 
“How do you want her to see me, Damon?” 
“That’s a no-brainer. As the monster you are.”

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Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Release Blitz for Love on Location by Lucy Felthouse

Out Now – Love on Location by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) 

When Theo Samuels heads off to film on location in the village of Stoneydale, he’s expecting drama to take place on camera, not off. But when he meets gorgeous local lad, Eddie Henderson, he struggles to ignore his attraction. A relationship between the two of them would be utterly impractical, yet they’re drawn together nonetheless. Can they overcome the seemingly endless hurdles between them? Or is their fling destined to remain as just that?
Note: Love on Location has been previously released as part of the Brit Boys: On Boys boxed set.
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Theodore Albert Samuels strode through Stoneydale Hall, barely giving the opulent furnishings, the priceless art or the stunning architecture a second glance. It belonged to him, after all. It was all his, his birthright, his inheritance.
He stopped suddenly. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath, hoping none of the film crew were taking any notice of him. Looking over, it appeared they were still absorbed in figuring out lighting, props and where the actors should stand to get the best shots. Good—he wasn’t due to have a camera pointed at him for another two days; plenty of time to get his head around his role. And it was imperative he did—it was his biggest and highest profile part to date. If he got this right, it could truly launch his career. Maybe even into Oscar-winning territory.
Taking several deep breaths, he pulled himself up to his full height of 6ft 4” and adopted a haughty, disinterested manner—channelling Mr Darcy, perhaps? Either the one from Pride and Prejudice or Bridget Jones’ Diary would do.
I am William Arthur Stoneydale. And this property is mine.
They’d pretty much been given the run of the house—the real owners having gone to the south of France for the summer—so Theo continued marching around, upstairs and down, pulling in everything he could from his surroundings to make him truly feel like lord of the manor.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his mop of black curls and headed out into the gardens. They were beautiful; all manicured lawns, parterres, rose gardens, arches and perfectly placed shrubs. Despite the perfection, Theo felt more comfortable here—probably because he’d always been an outdoorsy sort, ever since he was a child. Only the strict yet loving influences of his parents had coaxed him inside to do his homework, study for his exams and eventually land himself a place at The Royal Academy of Dramatic Art, better known as RADA.
The latter had been completely his choice—his mother and father had only wanted him to work hard and do his best. His career options had not been chosen by them, only supported.
Slumping onto a bench, Theo reminded himself of his parents’ wholehearted support and belief. That, and the fact he’d graduated from RADA with a first. Following that, he’d gone from strength to strength.
“Come on, Theo,” he muttered to himself. “You can do this. It’s just another role. A role you can play. Can be.”
His solo pep talk was interrupted by the sound of footsteps crunching on gravel. Then, from behind a line of expertly done topiary appeared a young man, perhaps a few years Theo’s junior.
“Oh,” the other man said, slowing as he spotted Theo, “sorry. Didn’t know anyone would be out here. You’re not filming, are you?” He looked around for cameras. “I was told it wouldn’t be for a few days, give me time to finish—”
Theo cut him off. “Relax, mate, there’s no filming today. Not anywhere. The crew are still setting things up.”
The other man heaved a sigh of relief. “Oh, that’s all right then. Gave me a fright, that did. I need to make sure everything’s spot on in the gardens before they get rolling. So, what’s the star of the show doing out here by himself, anyway?”
Theo gave a wry grin. “Oh, I don’t know about star.”
The man made a scoffing sound. Then, “That’s not what I’ve heard. I’m Eddie, by the way. Eddie Henderson.”
Theo took the hand that was offered, and shook it. “Theodore Samuels. Theo. Nice to meet you.”
“You too. So, you never answered my question. Everything all right?”
“Yeah, I suppose,” Theo said with a shrug. “Just nerves, I think. I’m struggling to get into the right mindset for this character. But I’ve got a couple of days—so I won’t panic just yet. Actually,” he paused as a bright idea illuminated his brain, “could I ask you something?”
Eddie took a seat beside Theo on the bench, and it was only when they were up close and personal that he realised just how handsome the younger man was. He had a lightly-muscled build, ginger hair, a riot of freckles on his face and forearms, blue-green eyes and a slight gap between his two front teeth. Cute and sexy all at once. Christ, he’s going to be trouble.
Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at:

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Release Blitz for Celia J Anderson

Out Now – Moondancing by Celia J Anderson (@celiaanderson1) 


Together since their teens, Molly and Jake have four children, a house in a sleepy village and jobs that bore them to distraction. Their marriage is an accident waiting to happen. When Nick arrives in Mayfield, young, disturbed and in desperate need of mother-love, Molly doesn’t realise that he will be the catalyst that blows everything apart. Add a headmaster whose wife doesn’t understand him and Molly’s unpredictable, frustrated best friend to the mix, and the blue touch paper has been well and truly lit.

‘But who’s going to do our lunch if Mum’s staying in bed?’ asks Max.
‘If people need things putting in boxes, they’ll have to find them and put them in themselves for once,’ says Jake through gritted teeth, as he tries to make toast, unload the dishwasher, find clean socks for Hattie’s netball match and avoid the small pile of cat-sick by the table leg. He sighs and mops up the squelchy mess on the floor before Theo spreads it around the kitchen with her big boots.
It’s only the third day of term so the foolproof system for school mornings hasn’t kicked in yet. Even the two kittens look offended, meowing around Theo’s feet as she rifles through her schoolbag for her lost homework.
Jake feels as if he’s dropped into some alien, much less relaxing world. His early morning routine usually involves sitting at the kitchen table drinking strong coffee and keeping some kind of order while Molly dashes around serving up milky tea, bacon sandwiches, and muesli. As she cling-films sandwiches, throws yogurts and chocolate biscuits into plastic bags and sorts out last-minute crises, she talks him through the day ahead. She likes him to know what’s going on.
Theo still hasn’t found her homework. Jake and Molly’s eldest daughter is reasonably chilled, as a rule, but today she’s in a filthy mood. Her form tutor has given a final warning that if anyone else comes to school with purple streaks in their hair, he’ll make them wear his grey woolly hat to lessons. Theo’s managed to cover the offending bit of her fringe with black poster paint, having run out of dye, but she knows if it rains things could go badly wrong.
Jake can hear Theo muttering as she abandons the homework search and opens a tin of food for the yowling kittens, gashing her finger in the process, and bleeding all over Sam’s newly-made tuna sandwiches. She spits out all the rudest words she knows, and so does Sam, which makes Hattie run round the table screaming, ‘He said the “F” word, Dad, and she said “bugger”.’
                                                                     Jake’s patience, never his strong point, runs out. ‘At your age,’ he thunders, ‘me and my little brother did all the chores for our mum before breakfast, went to school without moaning, and then came back and did our paper rounds. We weren’t spoiled like you lot – you’re all an absolute disgrace.’
Theo pulls herself up to her full five feet four inches. She hasn’t been allowed to have a paper round due to Molly’s fear of possible rapists and muggers on the loose. It’s a peaceful village normally, but there’s a first for everything.
Author Bio:
Celia J Anderson loves cake, champagne and her family, although not in that order. Moondancing is the first book she ever completed but it needed a couple of years relaxing in the cupboard before it was ready to be revamped to follow Sweet Proposal, Little Boxes and Living the Dream out into the world.
One eighth of the Romaniacs, to be found at, Celia regularly blogs with this sparkling group of writers who support each other through the journey to publishing and beyond. Her ultimate aims are to spend less time on Facebook, have a few less chins and to walk five miles a day - she feels the three may be connected...

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Friday, January 1, 2016

New Years Post from Natalie Acres

Screw Me Sideways~Clink One, a Cowboy Sex Trilogy 

Kellan Andrews and Reason Richards aren’t ordinary bartenders but they do a good job pretending they are. Operatives who will protect anyone who needs protection, the sexy Doms didn’t plan to fall in love with a beautiful young woman looking to learn the ropes in a fetish club.
Jade Summers wants experience but she isn’t necessarily interested in taking center stage but that’s where she lands. To add to her troubles, Reason and Kellan are suspicious about her past and pressing for answers. They want to know why she’s untouched and why she befriended a young woman who is marked for death.  
When Jade admits she’s ex-Amish, Kellan and Reason discover her big secret isn’t necessarily a dangerous one. Jade is running from a past she can’t leave behind but drawn to a lifestyle she doesn’t quite understand. Still, the future holds promise when Kellan and Reason welcome her into their lives and lead her straight to their beds.

Screw Me Sideways (MFM)

“Come here,” he rasped, draping his arm around her waist and pulling her against him.
The impact of his body against hers made her gasp and she nearly choked on her next drawn breath. Now he was the man in charge, the one who determined which body part would mash against her. As it happened, his cock nestled against her bottom.
“Everything will be okay, Jade,” he whispered, flattening his hand against her stomach.
Thank goodness she hadn’t removed her plush robe. Thank God he hadn’t shucked his jeans.
Certain his cock had twitched, she cleared her throat and asked, “You expect me to sleep like this?”
He didn’t answer her right away and that made her antsy. She was even more aware of him then than in the seconds leading up to her question. The way his breath came in spurts, the way he fastened his arm around her.
A few minutes passed and nothing happened. Perhaps he was fighting a same or similar inner debate. She wondered which side was winning—to pursue or abandon the chase?
Before she did something foolish like perhaps suggest one of them should sleep upstairs, his hot breath was at her ear. “Take the robe off, Jade.”
“What? Why?” She flipped over and stared up at him. Perhaps now would be the ideal time to tell him more about her past. Not that he’d asked, but maybe he would understand more about her if she just blurted out something like, I’m from Dutch CountryThere, women remain virgins until they’re married. They teach their daughters about the importance of offering their husbands a pure woman on their wedding night.
They certainly didn’t have gingerroot in their freezer along with a frozen sex toy.
“I didn’t stutter.” His expression carried the markings of one willful male. His eyes were dark and his jaw, tight. He’d made up his mind how things would soon play out between them and a woman knew better than to test and try a man like Kellan.
“I’m not comfortable.”
“Which is why I want you to take off the robe.”
Thanks to the light in the hallway, she easily detected the glimmer in his eyes, the way he watched her. She could hardly ignore the determination stamped upon his face.
“Stand up.”
“I thought—”
“Stand up, Jade.” Kellan rolled toward her, cupping the back of his head. He wasn’t smiling. He didn’t look the least bit amused.
Was this the kind of man a woman could expect to find at Clink? Was Kellan the kind of Dom who liked a submissive woman, one he was certain he could train? She knew the answers there.
Not necessarily afraid to cross him, but definitely in a different mindset than she might have been if they hadn’t already gone through the last twelve hours together, Jade slowly stood. As soon as she was on her feet, he fingered the sash at her waist. He taunted her with his touch, sliding the pads of his fingers up and down the material. When he finally gave it a sudden yank, the robe parted down the middle and he dropped his hand.
He was waiting for her to do the rest.

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