Vixen Claimed by Shyla Colt

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A pin-up model , a Brit and a mechanic. It sounds like a punch line to a joke but it's the start to the first story in my series of novellas , VintageVixens.  Devlin, Claire, Judy, and Dahlia aren’t your average heroines. Tattooed with attitudes, and sass, these best friends have unique journeys on their way to love.  In Vixen Claimed we explore Devlin’s story.

Blurb

When Devlin's car breaks down on a stretch of empty highway, with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A moonlight stroll to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face with the first man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love.

Jace has spent the past six years furious at Devlin for a rejection she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both straight and allows a chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a very special request, that they include his best friend.

Plagued by sexual impotency after being in a wheel chair after a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and disinterested in the opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop unexpectedly changes all of that. Problem is she's his best friend's ex.

Excerpt

Teaser

“You know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in his head.”

“No I am—very attracted.”

He pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment took her breath and she pulled away.

“Wow.”

“I second that, dear.”

“I want to do it again.”

Their lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes popped open to see Jace kneeling between them.

“Don’t stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was constricted. Tease. All thoughts were obliterated by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as Tristan worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole. Tristan pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast through her bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician with a guitar.

“This needs to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking, hissing when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples, making them pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep into her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered.

“Damn, you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.

“Yes,” she said, her voice strained and low.

“Look at how wet she is for us, Trist.”

She opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.

“You smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said.

“Have a taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the spot. One minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of soda and Mentos.

“Holy shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said.

He rubbed her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in spurts. A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she opened her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced her with his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go as Jace flicked her sensitive clit.

“We want you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give him a little taste.”

“Oh God.” A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she detonated.

“Tristan!” She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was. A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again. Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a doll.

“Catch your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s voice tightened something low in her stomach.

“I-I can’t,” she huffed.

 “You can and you will,” Jace whispered from his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders, whispering in her ear.

“I want to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek-a-boo in her vision with each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar flowed from her center. Maybe I can do this again.

“I can feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?” Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man become the pied piper of dick?

“Shit, yes.”

“Oooh, you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.”

“Keep talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can be.”

“Mhmm, is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show our girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her heart soar.

“You ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.

“Yes.”

She crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as she shimmied down to his base.

“You feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve endings as she bounced up and down on his cock.

Vixen claimed release on Jan. 18^th  and can be bought at Evernight Publishing , Amazon, All Romance  E Reader, and Book strand.

Want to know more about Shyla and her work ? You can find her at www.shylacolt.com.

Twitter: @shylacolt

Email: Sassy3134@gmail.com

Previous Works

12 Days of Xanthus

No Man Left Behind

Lessons From the Professor

Cursed

What the Heart Knows

Recovery

Wicked Temptations

The Wanting

Wolf in Waiting

Don’t Fear The Reaper

Sonia Hightower: Napa Valley Naughties series with giveaway!

Announcing the first release of the Napa Valley Naughties by Sonia Hightower

Ladies Uncorked

There’s a reason the room on the ladies only wine tour is so cheap… There’s only one bed!

But it’s big enough for three…

Blurb:

Girls just wanna have fun and what better way to do that than a weekend wine tour? Rozella needs a break from caring for her mother and her friend Nicole is newly single and in need of a respite from her own troubles.

Their eagerness turns to mild dismay, however, when they discover they got a great deal on a fancy hotel room only because they’re apparently sharing a bed...a bed big enough for three. Will they make use of it? They may have a willing bedmate in the form of a sexy tour guide. But first, they must uncork their inhibitions.

Excerpt:

His gaze perused first Nicole, then Rozella, the glint in his eyes appreciative. Rozella busied herself pouring him a glass of wine. She willed her hands not to shake as she offered him the glass. “You’ve been left out of the festivities. I’m sure you’d like to make up for it now.”

He accepted the glass with a twitch at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, I assume I will.” He watched her as he took his first sip. Rozella saw the moisture of the wine on his lips and fought the urge to lick them. But then again, what was stopping her? Isn’t that what he was here for? Did they really want to waste time with their life stories?

As Nicole led him to the bed and sat down with him, her own wine glass in hand, Rozella decided not. They weren’t interested in life stories tonight. The sexual tension in the air was palpable.

She grabbed her own wine glass and gulped greedily, watching as Nicole set her own aside to place one hand on Blake’s thigh and one on his back, leaning in close. The whitish-gold liquid stung her throat and caused her eyes to tear. She wasn’t used to drinking so quickly, and the wine from Vespera’s was more potent than a store bought vintage.

Nicole and Blake were whispering to each other, smiles lighting their faces. Rozella set her glass down, grabbed the wine bottle, and approached them. She gestured to Blake’s empty glass as she held the bottle out. “More?”

“No.” He grinned, set his glass on the nightstand, and rose to stand before her. His chest was almost touching hers. Her nipples hardened beneath the material of her dress. “Maybe after,” he murmured right before he caught her mouth with his own.

Available on Amazon and Secret Cravings Publishing.

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12 Days of Xanthus by Shlya Colt 12-20-12

12 Days of Xanthus Looking for a shortie that will get you in the mood for giving, make you fan your face and take you on adventure out of this world? Look no further.

Shyla will be giving away a ecopy of the book to one lucky commenter who comments and leaves their email address!  Good Luck!

Blurb

Burned out from work and failed relationships, Violet O'Shea is in need of a break. A few weeks at the family cabin seemed like the cure all. Until a tan warrior built like a Viking crash lands his spaceship and ends up on her front porch.

Xanthus has twelve days until his slave bands become inactive and freedom is gained from the Amazon queen he serves. After a life of being used for the pheromones that incite sexual pleasure Xanthus is amazed by the woman committed to helping him. Can he convince her their bond is more than a chemical response?

Excerpt

“Do not be afraid, mistress. I only seek shelter for the next twelve days.”

“Then what happens?” she asked.

“Then the tracking device on my bands will be rendered ineffective."

He held up his arms and the fire glinted off the black bands.

This is really happening.

She opened her mouth to speak, and a throaty purr came out instead. Horrified by her behavior, she gasped.

“It’s not your fault, Mistress,” Xanthus whispered, his dark eyes sad. Her anxiety skyrocketed.

“It’s the hormones.”

“I don’t care if you’ve got a keen sense of smell, or not, Spock. That’s rude.”

“Not your hormones, Mistress, mine. It’s why the strongest of the Xanths are harvested to mate with the Zenths. Our glands secret something similar to what your people refer to as an aphrodisiac.”

“This cannot be happening,” she whispered. Beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.

“Is it hot in here to you?” she asked.

“Please let me ease the ache, Mistress. It will only continue to worsen until I do.”

“No, no, I’m fine.”

 She gritted her teeth and slowly counted to ten. She sat next to an alien who secreted some super scent that made her want to jump his bones. She licked her suddenly dry lips and whimpered when her nipples hardened and her breast grew heavy. Stiff points pressed against the silky material of her bra, creating a delicious sensation that spiraled through her body. A pulse began at her core and her clitoris filled with blood. She wrapped her fingers around the side of the chair and fought against the impulse to rub her thighs together. Her breath came in pants. Desire became a never ending wave that pounded her body over and over until her panties were soaked with her dew, and her body shook from the effort it took her not to move.

“Please, Mistress. Allow me to relieve the tension. It will only become worse and I never intended to cause you pain.”

She glanced up and fell into the deep, dark pools of his eyes. Her body felt heavy and drugged and she watched him approach her through hungry eyes. She wanted to taste every inch of his golden flesh. He pulled the shotgun from her limp fingers and set it on the ground beside her. Xanthus bent over and placed an arm on either side of her body. She inhaled, dragged his scent deep into her lungs. Her nostrils flared. He smelled like the air just before rain mixed with something exotic and mouth watering. Her hand touched the heated flesh of his chest. When had her hand moved? Violet glanced up at him and her vision blurred. She blinked and found his cheek pressed against her own. He nuzzled at her like a cat. The skin to skin contact kicked her sex drive into warp speed.

She turned her head to the left and captured his lips with her own. Xanthus tasted sinful, full bodied and sweet with a bite. His body tensed and he paused, his lips resting against hers without moving. Perhaps they didn’t kiss on Zenton. She thrust her tongue in between his full lips, determined to show him how kissing worked. Her hands curled and her fingers scraped along his chest. His mouth moved against hers, tentative and awkward. It was sweet in a way. For a brief moment, she wondered what the slaves did on his planet. Then he moaned and rational thought flew out the window when he responded. He went from shy to ravenous as he devoured her like a man lost in the dessert too long at a well. Violet had never felt passion like this. Xanthus hadn’t even touched her anywhere but her lips, and she was literally dripping. Her nectar ran from her pussy down to her upper thighs, soaking her blue jeans. They pulled apart for air and his skin once more caught her gaze. Perfection. She leaned in to lick a path around his pert nipple. The salty taste danced along her palette and she traced a slick path around his chest.

She continued to tease him; each pass she made with her tongue moved closer and closer to his nipple but never actually touched it. His muscles tensed. Sweat formed on his skin and she made her move. She paired a swift pinch of his left nipple with a gentle bite to his right. Xanthus jerked. His face flushed and his breathing grew rough as she persisted with her tongue torture. Violet ran her hands over every inch of his body she could reach, as she learned him and his reactions.

“I wish to pleasure you.” His voice rumbled in his chest. God, how could a man so subservient be so damned alluring at the same time? She’d unleashed an inner Dominatrix she hadn’t known existed. Something about those pheromones he produced loosed all her inhibitions.

“Mmhmm, I like the sound of that. Put a hurting on my pussy, Xanthus.”

A sound more akin to an animal then a man burst free and he leaned forward to take her swollen nipples into his mouth through her shirt and her bra. She sucked in breath between her teeth and arched. The wet heat he provided made her shiver. He sucked and nibbled as his hand massaged her opposite breast. Her fingers itched to hold on to something more than the hard underside of the chair. She freed them, buried them into his thick hair, and purred. The luxurious, silken strands felt heavenly. A shimmer in the air caught her eye. Her jaw fell open when she found herself nude in front of him. He’d put some kind of alien whammy on her clothing! She opened her mouth to protest when his hands stopped working their magic on her bare breast and moved down to spread her thighs wide. He dropped to his knees and dove in between her legs like a swimmer into a pool.

His tongue blazed a path between her wet lips once, twice, and then he flicked her swollen button and drove his stiff tongue into her tight entrance. She screamed as the penetration tossed her into a toe-curling, spine tingling completion. Light burst behind her lids. Her body went spastic as every nerve ending she had fired at one time. When she came to, he still lapped at her pussy. He looked up as if he sensed her eyes on him. His tongue paused in mid lick and he pulled back.

“What did you do to me?” Her voice was as shaky as her body.

“When I’m aroused, my glands secret a chemical that heightens my partner's arousal.”

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” The man was literally engineered for sex!

“I’m sorry, Mistress, I don’t understand.”

He shook his head and she focused in on his face. His lips shone with her juices. Heat infused her face. What had she just allowed a complete stranger to do? No. Not just a stranger, an alien. She’d never had an after buzz killed so fast. She crossed her legs and placed her arms over her chest.

“You need to stop calling me Mistress. My name is Violet.”

“You would let me address you by the name given by your birth mates?”

“Yes, you came here to gain your freedom, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Then it’s time you stand up and take some of it back. I do not rule you in any way, Xanthus. I’ll help you hide away. I could never sit back and allow anyone to be taken back into slavery. But I have two things to ask. Keep your… body parts-” she gestured with her hand. “-to yourself, and please return my clothes from wherever you zapped them off to.”

He nodded and she felt the light weight of cloth and denim.

“The other wish I will not be able to grant, Mi-”

She glared and he paused.

“Violet.”

“Why not?”

“Because you are my Mistress, the connection has already been made; it can’t be taken back, unless I get a new Mistress.”

“Wait! Are you telling me this insatiable need for sexual contact will continue on indefinitely?”

“Yes, but it will lessen and soon the effects will only be felt when it’s time to be intimate.”

She sighed as she placed her hands on her head. "Before we get into this we need to get you something to wear. Maybe it'll block some of that potent scent you have," Violet said standing from the couch.

If you want to read more about Xanthus and Violet it will release Saturday the 22^nd from Passion in Print Publishing.

http://passioninprint.com/future.php

You can find out more about Shyla Colt here www.shylacolt.com

Previous works

No Man Left Behind

Cursed

Demon Mine is here! 9-12-12

I am so excited to share with you all the release of Demon Mine. It's my pride and joy and I was so happy when I received the acceptance letter from Evernight Publishing saying that they wanted it. Evernight was who I wanted this story to go to from the beginning. They didn't disappoint me at all with their hard work, the most excellent cover art and getting me through edits.

For your chance to win a free copy, please comment on this post and also leave your email if you wish to be entered into the giveaway!

Buylinks:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/demon-mine-by-nikki-prince/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Demon-Mine-Karmic-Lust-ebook/dp/B00999G31I/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1347433530&sr=1-5&keywords=nikki+prince
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-demonmine-939884-140.html
Here's the blurb and an excerpt:

Samael is a fallen angel doomed to repeat his life and love for Lilianna Jackson over and over again. That is until she finally remembers who she is and the reason for the curse that has befallen them both. For you see, Lilianna was once Lilith the first wife of Adam and the lover of Samael. Are they doomed to keep repeating the past? Or will there be a new future for the reincarnated lovers?

Excerpt:

Liliana Jackson sat on the bed in the darkened room. Her breath was ragged as she eagerly waited for her lover to arrive. The need she felt was always instant when she thought of him. The slightest movement of cloth from her sundress scraping over her hard nipples tortured her as her bare pussy dampened. She glanced at the small clock on the wall opposite her bed. It would be only a matter of minutes before he stepped across the threshold.

She tried to be patient and wait. She let out a whimper, trying her best to wait for him, but failing. Slowly, she slipped her dress up her thighs, baring her shaved pussy to the air in the room, parting her legs while she leaned back onto the pillows; her fingers teased along her slit in one smooth stroke. She slid two fingers around her wet entrance, and then leisurely teased her clit. Liliana inched one, then two fingers inside of her drenched folds with a moan. She rocked her hips to push them in deeper as her head fell back against the pillow.

She groaned once more as she neared orgasm. One without him. He'd want to punish her, and she'd welcome it. She loved it when he acted all badass around her. In fact, she wanted it. Even as independent as she had always been, she needed his commanding presence, lust and strength. It fueled all of those things within her as well. His needs fed her needs. Her eyes moved to the door. She grinned. There he stood, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his muscled chest. He looked angry—the edges of his mouth turned down and narrowed eyes fixed on her undulating body.

“Hello, lover.­” Her words were a raspy purr of arousal.

Samael, her lover and the object of her lusts, filled the doorway with his presence. Samael, with his lithe, muscular body, tattoos on his arms, long, dark hair that fell past his shoulders, and when angry, eyes so dark they were fathomless against his paler skin. He was her dark demon, the possessor of her very being, her soul. He continued to stand there, arms crossed over his chest. Samael’s dark eyes turned hazel as they slowly traveled her body to focus on her fingers, which continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. The change in eye color was a sure sign of his rising lust, a hue she was well acquainted with and wanted … no, craved to see.

"I ordered you to wait, Lili." She heard the impatience in his voice.

Biting back a small moan, she arched her back up off the bed, her eyes still connected with his as her fingers curled to stroke her g-spot.

"You order me to do a lot of things, Sami. I don't always listen."

 He gave a low warning snarl. A groan from her was the response he received. He hated when she shortened his name from Samael to Sami. Her eyes moved down his body with leisure, exploring every nuance that made up the fabulous male standing before her. The black t-shirt fit his muscled form well, along with the black jeans that did little to hide his huge hard-on.

"You protest, yet your cock is enjoying the attention I'm giving myself. Seeing as you were late, I thought it would be okay to start without you. Honestly, do you think I would rather have your cock or my fingers?" All the while, her fingers continued to plunge into her tight core, her legs bent on the bed as she arched her back. She splayed her legs out before him so that he saw every thrust.

"Lili, you're just begging to be spanked." She shivered and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. His words sparked more need than fear. His approach was leisurely as he watched her continue to pleasure herself. She moved her free hand between her spread thighs and tugged at her clit. "Stop your fingers now. Remove them or you'll not get what you want from me."

With measured deliberation, Liliana pulled her fingers from her pussy. Keeping her eyes on Samael, she slowly, teasingly licked them clean. His eyes narrowed, and Liliana smirked. "You didn't say I couldn't taste."

"Remove the fucking dress, Lili. Do it quickly, or you will not get a chance to come as you need to. Then get your pretty little ass on your knees and hold on to the headboard." His words quickly wiped the smirk off her face. She didn't say anything as she got to her knees and slipped the sundress off, tossing it to the floor. With one last look of feigned defiance, she turned to settle on her knees with her hands clutched to the headboard. The rustling of his clothing filled the otherwise silent room, and then they were skin to skin. His cock, hard and throbbing, pushed against the crease of her ass as his body pressed close to hers from behind.

Her breath caught in anticipation of his touching her as she craved. She did not say a word. If Liliana tested him, he would follow through on not letting her come. That could not happen; she wanted him bad. A soft mewl slipped from her lips as the head of his cock stroked along her dripping entrance. Her hands tightened on the headboard when he pressed into her. His lips were only an inch from her ear as he spoke with what could only be devilish delight.

The Next Big Thing Challenge Week 12

Release date: 9-12-12! 

How this works: There are ten interview questions and I’ll answer these questions for Demon Mine and then tag five more authors who will then answer my ten questions and post on their blog. Special thanks to Tara Chevrestt for tagging me and you can check out her interview here.

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? Zoe Saldana and Oded Fehr.  Both of them have a bit of darkness about them that I love.  They also have the look.


What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?   Can love survive the passage of time?

Will your book be self published or represented by an agency? Evernight Publishing


How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? About two months, give or take.


What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? Hmmm hard to say really.  It has paranormal elements, romantic elements, angels and demons, erotic elements...I would say it has something in it for everyone.


Who or what inspired you to write this book? A call for submission came out looking for a story on succubi in an erotic romance.  The muse and the characters had other ideas on how this story would be played out.


What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? I really think that if your looking for a wonderful happily ever after look no further. :)  Angels and Demons at play.

Thank you all for playing along with me.

I am tagging:

Shyla Colt

Dahlia DeWinters

Chacelyn Pierce

Savannah Chase

Guest blogger: Shyla Colt with newest book: Cursed

Please leave a comment with email if you want to be entered into the giveaway!

Hello All :Waves: First off I’d like to thank, Nikki for letting me stop by and chat to you all about my new release, Cursed due out on October first. This is my first in the Edgeworth Men series, and I’ll be doing a blog hop focused around the town the book is set in, Baxter. I’ll be giving away a prize every week, so be sure to comment to win.  

Good Luck, Shyla 

 Welcome to Baxter where everyone knows everyone’s name…. and their business. Deep in the heart of Mississippi this town has had a rash of broken heart’s caused by the Edgeworth boys, and rumor has it, it’s not their fault. Their great-great-great granpa got them in a heap of trouble when he bamboozled a local witch and jumped town with her money. Since then every man in the Edgeworth family has had crap luck in love. You’d think the towns women would stay clear of them but once they share that flirtatious wink, show those dimples, and turn on the charm … you’re sunk. Around here one of the most popular places for dining is, Hog Heaven. The BBQ is so good, it’ll make you smack your mama, and the atmosphere is casual, perfect for warding off those first date jitters. Come and see what part it played in Cursed for Avalyn, and Colton. Be sure to comment and win for a chance to win a Hog Heaven Gift set.

Summary

It’s common knowledge the Edgeworth men are unlucky in love.  Great, great, grandpa bought them a one way ticket to heart break when he romanced the local witch’s daughter, took her money and disappeared off into the sunset. Ashamed the Voiless moved away, until now. As the eldest son, it’s up to him to persuade the Voiles women to remove the curse.  He realizes quickly he wants to keep, Avalyn Voiles for himself.  Now he just needs to make her believe his affections are real and overcome decades of bad blood...

Avalyn’s spent her whole life hearing her grandmother bad mouth the Edgeworth family. So, the last thing she expects when she returns to Baxter, was for the witty, charming, sexy Colton to be her perfect match.  Should she take a chance on love and risk history repeating itself?

Excerpt:

Fifteen minutes later, they were in front of Hog Heaven. She couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose up at the name and the apron-wearing pig with a chef’s hat that graced the giant sign in front of the tiny building. Smoke curled up from the back, and she guessed they had a smoker of some kind. 

“Now don’t let the tiny building or the name fool you. This is the best barbecue you will ever taste. The meat melts right off the bone, and it’s smoked to perfection and bursting with flavor.” Excitement filled his tone, and his face looked almost reverent. “The sauces range from tangy to sweet and hot to mild, so there’s sure to be one that’s just right for you.”

 “With a recommendation like that, I can’t wait to get in there.” 

“I hope you don’t mind eating with your hands, because that’s the only way to do it justice.”

 “I don’t have a problem with getting my hands dirty.” 

“Good to know,” he said. 

He led her inside, and she was amazed at the amount of people packed into the small space. The delectable scent that assaulted her nose the moment they entered took away all her doubts. Any place that smelled this good was sure to be a slice of heaven. There were brown picnic benches covered with red table cloths taking up every inch. On each table was a roll of paper towels and a metal basket filled with an array of sauces ranging from yellow to a ruby-red you couldn’t pay her to touch. She liked heat, but that looked downright deadly. Colton followed her line of sight and grinned. 

“That’s the devil’s brew. I don’t recommend it unless you’re into pain.” 

She laughed out loud as they entered the line of people waiting to grab a seat. It was obvious this was a popular place among the locals. “I’m gonna have to pass on that one.”

 “Smart girl.” 

They reached the end of the line and stood in front of the cash register. The meat was lined up and displayed on a carving station. She licked her lips and decided on the brisket plate with potato salad and an ice-cold sweet tea. No one produced sweet tea like the south, and she’d missed the sugary substance when they lived up North. It was served in a Mason jar with a healthy wedge of lemon. When they had piles of meaty goodness and sides on their plates, they chose a table toward the back, where it was less crowded.

 “We have nicer places here in Baxter, but I figured if I was supposed to be showing you the town, local, home-cooked cuisine would be a better fit.”

 “If it tastes half as good as it smells, this place will have a new regular.” 

He chuckled, and a lapse in the conversation came as they prepared their food. She went with the hickory brown sugar sauce on her brisket. The meat was tender and moist, and combined with the sauce, it had her closing her eyes and moaning. The smoky meat’s sweet flavor was downright orgasmic. She could feel the calories piling on top of each other. She opened her eyes and found Colton’s gaze fixed on her. Heat blossomed in her cheeks, and she cleared her throat. 

“What?”

 “Nothing. I like a woman who can eat.”

 She smirked. “I’m southern. I thought enjoying fatty foods was a requirement of girls raised in the south. ” 

“You’d be surprised.”

 Her head filled with thoughts of waif women who munched on salad and sipped on water with lemon. She suppressed a shudder. That was no way to live. She was a meat and potatoes kind of girl and liked her curves, thank you very much. She was proud of the bodacious Voiles butt and child-bearing hips she’d inherited. Unlike some, she was fortunate to have strong women in her life who taught her to buck tradition and love her form and her being for what it was. Because of all the people in the world, there was only one Avalyn Rae Voiles, and no one could do her better. 

The eye roll that accompanied Colton’s statement earned him a few more brownie points. She liked what she saw so far, but she needed to test the waters. 

Fifteen minutes later, their plates were clear and she was taking a blind leap. 

“So, I heard the local woods here are haunted. Is there any truth to that?” She took a giant gulp of sweet tea to bolster her courage and glanced up. He chuckled and shook his head. 

“I’ve never seen anything suspicious there myself, but if you ask me, there are supernatural beings out there living among us. 

 She arched an eyebrow. “That’s smart thinking.”

 “Well, I was top in my class.” 

She laughed and relaxed. Well, he was open-minded at least. That was a start. 

“Why? Do you have experiences with ghosts you feel like sharing?” 

“Maybe?” She glanced up and cast a sly smile in his direction. 

“A women of mystery, huh? I can respect that.” 

His voice washed over her like liquor. The rich tone danced along her nerves, making her nipples harden and her thighs tingle. He made her want to forget her raising and head home with him for a night of smex. Better than your average lay, smex was a nasty, dirty, no-holds-barred ride to completion. He had bigger than average feet. She knew because she’d looked. It had her mind drifting to thoughts of what those thick, calloused fingers of his would feel like over her flesh. Avalyn shifted in her seat as her mind began to fill with images totally inappropriate for the dinner table. She was a woman in the middle of a draught so long she could barely remember what it felt like to be full of a stiff cock. She licked her lips and tried not to leer as she focused on the conversation once more. A quick romp was something she could’ve had years ago. What she wanted involved rings and vows, or at the least a long term commitment. 

“So what brings you to Baxter? It’s not a city people flock to. It’s more of a town you grow up in and never leave.”

 “You don’t like it here?” 

“No, I love it. This place has spoiled me for living anywhere else. We’re a hidden jewel. I think the hidden part is why we remain unchanged by outside influence.”

 “My family is originally from here, but we branched out a few decades back to live a couple states over. My gran and my mom suddenly got the itch to rediscover our roots. The next thing I know, we’re headed back to the original Voiles homestead and buying a space out on Main Street for the store. Not that I minded really. I was tired of life in the city, and smaller towns tend to look on what we do with a kinder eye.” 

“What’s that?” he asked. 

“Make things from scratch and do our best to heal people. Maybe make this world a better place one person at a time.” She shrugged, embarrassed by her rant. 

“I like that,” he said. A soft smile curved his cupid bow’s pink lips, and she felt herself melt just a little more. “Lord knows the world’s got enough negativity in it.”

 “I like you more and more with every word you speak. That’s a rare gift you should share with the rest of your brethren.” 

His cheeks reddened, and she swore she saw panic in his widened eyes. “My brethren.” 

“Yes, men. They tend to put their feet in their mouths at least seventy-five-percent of the time.” 

“Oh, them.” He laughed, but it sounded thin and reedy. It was obviously forced. Avalyn wanted to ask him what he’d thought she meant, but she didn’t want to ruin the wonderful report they had going because of a silly, misunderstanding. 

“As much as I’d like to speak for my entire sex, I’m going to have to decline. I can’t even get my younger brothers to listen to me. Forget the entire world.”

 She laughed. “How many brothers do you have?” 

“Two. Too many.” 

“Come on, you don’t mean that, do you?”

 “Most of the time, no. Sometimes…” He trailed off and shrugged. “What about you? Do you have any siblings?” 

 “No. Despite how many times I asked my mother to give me a brother for Christmas, it never happened.”

 He sniggered and shook his head. 

She glanced down at her watch and sighed. “I’m enjoying this, but I need to head back to the shop soon.” 

“I understand how it is when you own your own business. I’ll go settle the bill.” 

She opened her mouth only to clamp it shut when he shot her a glare.

 “Don’t you dare spout any Yankee nonsense about splitting the cost. I asked you out, and you accepted, so I’m paying.”

 “Yes sir.” She gave a mock salute. 
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 I hope you enjoyed that glimpse into , Cursed. 

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Guest Blogger Shyla Colt's coming release!

Please everyone welcome my friend and fellow Author Shyla Colt!  Shyla is here giving us a blurb and an excerpt of her new release set for 7/23/2012

Blurb


Does the heart every truly forget who it’s loved?


Oliver Young has been a mess since he lost his wife, Hannah, two years
ago. The memory of the woman continues to haunt him as he moves
mechanically through life. A chance encounter at a coffee shop on the
anniversary of his wife’s death, changes all of that. Juniper Bloom,
“Juni,” has an amazing aura that draws him in like a moth to a flame.
His heart recognizes her as a kindred spirit, and he clutches onto her
youth and vitality like a lifeline as he rediscovers what it means to
truly live and love again. But will Juni remain with him when she
discovers the truth about his wife’s’ death?


Juni Bloom is a woman with a hidden past. A near death experience has
given her a new lease on life and the ability to always look on the
brighter side of things. From the moment she meets Oliver, she knows
he’s the man she’s been waiting for her entire life. Now she just
needs to convince him, and when she finds herself acting out of
character, she blames it on being lovesick. She has no idea a
malevolent force is at work, waiting for the opportunity to rip her
and Oliver apart.

Mocha Kisses has been submitted.

I took on the challenge to write a 4k or less story that was centered around a cafe and/or mocha.  Mocha Kisses was born from that.  The story is 3,922 words.  Eden Connor so graciously helped me to perfect it and I am forever grateful.


Meri and Ronan are the characters.  It's a contemporary Interracial Cougar Erotic romance.  Hopefully Mocha Memoirs Press will love it as much as I do.  

Wish me luck!

Six Sentence Sunday: Hot For The Teacher

This week I am sharing six sentences from Hot For The Teacher (contracted by Keith Publications).  It is the Interracial Cougar Erotic Romance that I co-wrote with friend and Author Bella Rosso  .  


Meet Professor Dyani Delacroix and college student Caleb Tegner: 

Excerpt from Skin Deep by Jasmine Haynes

First of all I want to thank Jasmine for being here this whole month.  It has been fun and I have enjoyed reading along with everyone else.  Remember about the contest, leave your comment and your email address for your change to win.  Also check out the contest that Jasmine has going on, on Goodreads,com the info for it is in the next paragraph.  Thanks again Jasmine you have been a doll!

Excerpt: Double the Pleasure (Prescott Twins, Book 1) by Jasmine Haynes

Thanks so much for posting another excerpt for me, Nikki!  It’s been a lot of fun! Berkley gave me back the rights to the two stories I published in the anthology Twin Peaks. They never put this anthology out in ebook, so finally, I’m going to do that for readers. The first story is Double the Pleasure, to be released at the beginning of May, and the second is Skin Deep, coming out at the beginning of June. Here’s a little taste! Be sure to leave a comment and your email address to be entered in the drawing for a pdf copy of Revenge Sex.  

Double the Pleasure

Prescott Twins, Book 1      

One night, one chance, but will she have the courage...

Hitting the big 3-0 birthday like a brick wall, shy, reserved Kristin Prescott just has to break out of her sensible shoes and buttoned-up blouses and find herself a man. And the only one who will do is Ross Sloan, her sexy boss. The problem is, she isn't Ross's type; he prefers sensual, seductive women like her identical twin. But, Kristin isn't sure she can let go of her inhibitions.

Unless she pretends to be her sister.

Ross Sloan has lusted after his secretary, Kristin Prescott, since the moment she walked into his office. When she seduces him while playing the role of her twin sister, he sees through her masquerade immediately. But Ross wants both sides of Kristin: the prim, efficient woman who runs his office and the passionate woman she exposes in the guise of her sister. Forcing Kristin to release her inhibitions and claiming the desirable woman beneath the facade becomes his ambition.

But will the pleasure cost them their business relationship? Or can they have both?

Excerpt

Chapter One

“I think, for your thirtieth birthday, you should seduce a man.”

Kristin Prescott blushed and said a little thank-you prayer that the only other occupant of the steam room had vacated moments before Kirby’s declaration.

Kristin tried to sound flip. “It’s your birthday, too. You do the seducing.”

“My darling sister, I have a vibrator, I don’t need a man. You, on the other hand—”

“I don’t need a vibrator or a man.” Okay, so maybe she needed both, the man definitely more than the vibrator. Sweat dripped off Kristin’s nose, steam pumped from the valve, and the overpowering scent of eucalyptus made it hard to breathe.

Kirby went on relentlessly. “You’ve got to repair your self-esteem.”

“My self-esteem?” A nasty telltale squeak laced her voice.

“Kristin, you’re sadly lacking in the confidence department.”

“I’ve got plenty of confidence.” Not.

“Sure, in your job you do. But get you around a pack of hot-looking guys, and you let yourself fade into the wallpaper.”

Kristin rubbed perspiration from her forehead. “You’ve got me there. I can’t deny it.”

“That’s why you haven’t been on a date since Blake...left.”

“You can say he dumped me.” Her fiancé had given her the heave-ho over six months ago. It wasn’t that Kristin wasn’t over him, she was, it was just... “I haven’t found anyone interesting.”

Except Ross Sloan. Her boss. All he noticed about her, though, were her flawless memos and intricate spreadsheets. She didn’t think he even knew her first name.

Kirby snorted, but didn’t comment on Kristin’s little evasion. “Did I ever tell you what an asshole your ex-fiancé was?” The sisters thought differently about sex, career, marriage, everything, but Kirby was loyal.

“And I love you for saying that.”

Still, Blake’s final crack had slipped beneath Kristin’s skin like a nasty sliver.

Why can’t you be hot and sexy like your twin sister?

The answer was right beside her. Kirby, naked, stretched out on her stomach, her towel draped over the tile beneath her; Kristin, primly seated on the step above, her own towel wrapped tightly, covering her from armpits to thighs. They were identical twins, but in looks alone; their manners and personalities were completely opposite.

With his last words to her, Blake hit Kristin smack dab in the middle of her biggest insecurity—she didn’t have what it took to be anything like Kirby, except on the outside. She wasn’t sexy. She wasn’t hot. But she didn’t dislike sex the way Blake had accused. In fact she’d imagined...yes, she could say the words in her head, she’d thought of going down on Mr. Sloan. In his office.

“Well, forget the little bastard.”

She didn’t think her boss would turn out to be little in any sense of the word. Oh! Kirby was still talking about Blake.

“He was too short for you anyway. And balding. You were way too good for him.” Image was all-important to Kirby. “You’ve just let that whole business beat you down.

“He didn’t beat me down,” Kristin protested.

He’d merely caught on to something she’d known since her first time during college, that she wasn’t good at sex. She hadn’t given him complete satisfaction. She certainly hadn’t found it for herself. Still, in her fantasies, Kristin was like her sister. She did all sorts of toe-tingling sexual things. With her boss. Those thoughts actually made her hot, and she didn’t have any trouble melting into orgasm.

Kirby studied her. “Have it your way. Blake didn’t beat you down. But did he ever make you climax? Even once?”

“Kirby.” There’d been a few, but none particularly memorable.

Nothing like the remarkably memorable ones she’d had while fantasizing about Mr. Sloan, no vibrator necessary.

“Kristin,” her sister mimicked her tone. “Which means he didn’t, right?”

She and Kirby had never really discussed her sexual relationship with Blake. Kirby would have had all sorts of great advice, the first being that the lack of sparks under the covers wasn’t all Kristin’s fault, and Kirby would have been right. Kristin knew that intellectually, but get her heart to believe it? Not an easy accomplishment. Especially when her insecurity problems started with comparing herself to her sexy, hot, over-the-top, confident sister in the first place.

“Could we please talk about something else?”

Kirby spread her hands. “You know what they say. When a horse dumps you, you have to get right back in the saddle and ride again. You need to start dating.”

The old adage that time healed all wounds—as bad a cliché as Kirby’s—was also completely wrong. The longer Kristin waited to hop back into the dating arena, the worse the fear of failing once again.

When Kristin didn’t comment, Kirby rolled onto her back and crossed her legs at the ankles, not indicating an ounce of embarrassment with her nudity.

“Kristin, we’ve got to break out of the rut we’re in.”

Thank God for the change of topic. “We? What is it you want to change?”

“My wardrobe.”

“Your wardrobe?” Kristin echoed, suddenly confused.

“Yes. I’m going to throw out that little red dress. You know, the one you salivated over at Neiman Marcus last New Year’s.”

“I didn’t salivate.” Kristin had.

“You said it cost too much”—it certainly did—“but you know you just thought it was too sexy for you. Which is ridiculous.”

“If I’d worn it, I’d have looked ridiculous. It was too red, too glitzy, too...not me.” Still, she’d adored the sequined bodice and the full, flirty skirt.

She’d wanted that dress badly; only she hadn’t bought it because she’d been comparing herself unfavorably to Kirby. Again.

“You can have it if you want it. Otherwise, I’m sending it to the consignment store.” That was a lie. Kirby was using reverse psychology. “But if you take it, you have to wear it to our birthday party Friday night.”

Ah, the punchline. It was really Kirby’s birthday party, she was throwing it herself. But she’d added Kristin’s name to the invitation. Kristin had chosen the half-day celebration she and Kirby were having right now: a morning off work, a lovely brunch, a good facial, a steam bath. And no need for a stunning red dress.

“I couldn’t wear it.” Could she? Kristin took a deep breath of eucalyptus. If push came to shove, maybe. She needed a push. And a shove.

“There’s going to be tons of gorgeous men there.” Kirby glanced at her. “You can practice your seduction techniques.”

“I don’t have any techniques.”

She could, however, use the stuff of her fantasies. If she found a man who reminded her of Mr. Sloan.

Kirby grimaced. “You’ll learn quickly enough. If you’ve got any balls when it comes to men, that is.”

Kristin would have laughed if Kirby’s words hadn’t been so on target. “I have tons of...cajones.”

Liar, liar, pants on fire. She was turning thirty, and she didn’t even have the courage to put on a sexy dress. Pitiful.

“Chicken,” Kirby couldn’t seem to resist adding.

How long could she go on being afraid of a little red dress? A year? Ten years? Fifty years, living with nothing but fantasies, her body aging, gravity taking over, biological clock in overdrive? Oh. No. The thought was more debilitating than the idea of seducing a room full of Kirby’s gorgeous men. She wouldn’t be merely an old maid, she’d be a shriveled husk. God forbid.

Could she get back on the horse? Actually, the question was more about what her life would become if she didn’t?

“All right, I’ll wear the dress.” She’d find the cajones somewhere. “And I want to borrow the shoes that go with it, too.”

Maybe someday she’d even have the courage to wear something equally provocative to work to see if Ross Sloan finally noticed her. Maybe, just maybe, his eyes would pop out and he’d ask what her first name was.