Escape into Another World with Fairy Fun - a #fantasy #shortstory by @AnitaPhilmar

Blurb:

Dedrick Forester, Prince of Endole, is fast approaching the end of his fairy cycle, which means losing his ability to fly, transforming into a wood gnome, and having to choose a mate. Until then he just wants to have fun...and lots of sex.

King Rosewood of Evermore is determined to see his daughter wed, but Chloe loves the freedom of fairy flight too much to settle down as a frumpy old wood gnome. She escapes and spreads her wings to reach new heights...like air sex with a stranger.

Combine her passion with Dedrick's and sparks light up the sky. Both discover pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. But neither is prepared for the emotional connection. Now Dedrick must convince Chloe that losing her wings doesn't mean there aren't other ways to fly? 

Excerpt:

Mel laughed and wiped a rag over the bar. “What you need is a stiff chocolate drink. It’ll help ease the pain in your crotch. And as part of the royal family, every girl in the forest would love to be your bride. They just haven’t decided exactly how to catch you.” Mel glanced at the patrons scattered throughout the bar. “Once they make up their minds, you’ll be hard pressed to satisfy them all.”

“I wish,” Dedrick weighted the options of enjoying sex against the cost of a long-term commitment. If his lust turned to love, then he could satisfy his parent’s demands. He’d marry and have a wife to fuck regularly. “But I can’t let loose right now, because I don’t want to lose my ability to fly just yet.”

“Most fairies love flying, but there are advantages to having your feet on the ground.” Mel picked up a coco-shell cup and placed it under the spout before pulling back the lever. The rich aroma of chocolate filled the area.

Wow, just a whiff and the wicked scent calmed Dedrick’s racing hormones.

After filling the shell, Mel placed the drink in front of Dedrick. “You don’t have long before you’re pass the age to fly any ways.”

“Have you ever done it while flying?” A soft female voice whispered near Dedrick’s right shoulder.

He turned.

A fairy with dark auburn hair stood a few steps away. Her sea green eyes held a teasing glint and a come-hither smile welcomed him closer. He dropped his gaze and scanned her lush body.

Find at 

Amazon

Smashwords

barnesandnoble

Here's to having a little fun,

Anita

In Too Deep by @Anitaphilmar #asmsg #NakedBluffseries #eroticromance

Blurb for In Too Deep

 On the banks of the Trinity River, Sadie Pepperman is looking for a chance to escape the demands of her in-laws. With her husband’s dead, they want her to marry her brother-in-law so they can take control of her farm.

Suddenly, the peace of the day is shattered when her best friend steps too far into the river. Rushing to save her, Sadie meets a handsome stranger that ignites her dormant lust. She sees her friend rescued by a steamship and backs away from Logan Jansen, only to turn her ankle.

The agonizing pain leaves Sadie with the inability to walk. Needing help, she offers Logan a place to stay if he’ll help with the chores on her farm. With his agreement, Sadie adds another problem to her list. Now, not only does she have to worry about how to bring her crops in from the field and run her farm alone but she also has to fight her attraction to Logan.

 Can Sadie end her in-laws’ interference in her life,

 run her farm alone,

 and give love another chance?

Excerpt:

“Zack, damn it.”

The loud shout caught Sadie by surprise. She scanned the shoreline and spotted a man. Drawing to a stop, she threw on the brake, scouting the river bank.

 Two horses grazed nearby. Their saddles, along with other gear, lay discarded in a heap in the middle of a small clearing, as if two people had camped there over night.

A man stood at the edge of the clearing, turning at her approach. Dressed in only a pair of dark cotton pants, he rushed forward. His bright, curly blond hair and his broad shoulders registered briefly with Sadie but with her friend in trouble she didn’t let her sway her from the problem at hand.

“Are you a friend of the woman who is drowning?”

Unable to certain what to say to the stranger, she nodded and worked to clear the lump in her throat. How did this man know about Carolyn?

“Move over. I’ll drive. If we hurry I should be able to save her and my friend.” He placed a foot on the side step of the wagon and crowded onto the bench.

She quickly scooted along the wooden plank, allowing him room to settle beside her. Long fingers closed over the reins and he tugged the leather from her grip.

He didn’t wait for an answer. Lifting the reins, he released the brake.

A loud whistle sounded from the river, followed almost immediately by the slapping of paddles against the water.

The man clicked his tongue to encourage Beauty to get moving. He drove the wagon closer to the edge of the river, creating a rough new trail.

Bouncing on the seat like a rag doll, Sadie tried to keep her distance from the man, even though the task was next to impossible with the constant swaying of the wagon. She continually brushed against his arm, shoulder and thigh. A particularly hard bump almost landed in his lap.

“I’m sorry, but you need to slow down,” she complained and straightened.

Find at: 

Amazon | 

Check out my reviews on GoodRead 

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20935214-in-too-deep

 Have a wonderful day and I hope you enjoy my book,

 Anita

#RockingRomance Ideas and an Excerpt from Naked Rebel by @AnitaPhilmar - #MFRWauthor #asmsg

1. What romantic event would you like to see this year?

A really good romantic comedy movie. Haven’t seen one in years so it would be a nice treat.


2. Name your favorite romantic tip – text, call, write a note but be sure to tell the ones you love – I love you.


3. What Rocking romance do you find intriguing? William and Kat (Reminds me of his mom)


4. What is your Rocking Romance flower?  Roses are most people’s favorite but I like daisies.


5. Plan one romantic evening what would you do? 

Have a nice dinner in an expensive restaurant, then head to a nice hotel and spend the evening think about each other and not all the responsibilities we have at home

Naked Rebel

A spy that prefers to work alone, Nick Royster’s assignment is turned upside down when his superiors sends him a personal companion. Not appreciating the need to watch someone else’s back, he attends a dinner of Salsar’s inner group. Only to learn, he has to sacrifice Rane to get the information he needs to end the war.

Rane knows the important of winning. Her family slaughtered by Salsar, this is her homeland and she plans to do whatever it takes to win her peoples’ freedom.

With everything on the line, can these two have any future together or does love and war equal heartache?  

Excerpt

“Nick?” she moaned in a weary voice and rolled to her side.

 He wrapped his arms around her naked body and drew her to his chest. “Shhhh. You’ve had a busy day. Let’s rest a while?”

She nestled closer and melted into his side.

The seductive caress of her skin ignited an arousing response in his loins. He wondered about taking her again, but decided she needed to rest. They’d have plenty of time for sex in the next few hours. Salzar wouldn’t expect Nick to be back at work until at least tomorrow.

Salzar...

The name evoked so many emotions in Nick, he unconsciously tightened his grip on Rane. She wiggled against him in protest, and he loosened his hold.

If only he could break into Salzar’s inner circle. Once inside, Nick would be privy to the location of the purification plant for the nustru. As Vortar’s sole source of energy, their army would be crippled by the lack of fuel for their equipment, which would also give Nick’s side a huge advantage and possibly end the war.

Nick wondered about Mat’s reasoning behind sending him a companion. Salzar liked woman, and most of his inner circle had at least one woman at their disposal. But Nick didn’t see jeopardizing any woman with such a dangerous assignment.

Yes, women fell into the line of fire occasionally, like his mother and sister when Vortar invaded his country.

But...to purposely put them in harm's way seemed wrong.

With this assignment being at the headquarters of the enemy, the likelihood of exposure threatened both their lives. Salzar, a ruthless beast, slaughtered the ruler of Vortar and his family ten years ago to gain his position of power and would not hesitate to kill again.

But as a woman, Rane was in even greater danger. Salzar’s fetish for sex could lead him to do unspeakable things to her before he allowed her to die.

Purchase link - ebook:
Amazon | UK | CA | AU |

B&N | Kobo |
All Romance 

Toni Lewis (Reviewer) has just completed feedback for Naked Rebel.

Add positive reviews to your NetGalley title record by following this link:https://www.netgalley.com/publisher/viewReview/review_id/1526339

Rating: 5 out of 5 stars

Full Text: This was a really good book ... You have Nick which is use to working alone gets sent Rane as his campion and partner to work with to help bring structure back into the country and Rane's homeland . Nick has no clue who Rane is and why she is really there but at the same time Nick has his personal reason to for what he is doing also. But the chemistry between the two in the book is great ... Wonderful story a must read.

Conquered by the Viking #ashebarker #viking #historical

Media Kit

Conquered by the Viking

By Ashe Barker

Book cover attached separately

·         Stormy Night, 2018

·         Released 17 February 2018

·         Historical romance

·         Viking romance

·         HEA ending

Taglines

·         Invaded. Mastered. Conquered

·   

Publisher’s Sales Blurb

Eighteen-year-old orphan Merewyn has seen enough of Vikings to know she hates them, so she is furious when a band of shipwrecked Norsemen force their way into her home. Despite her best efforts to drive them away, their leader makes it clear they intend to stay for the winter. To her surprise, he also takes an interest in her well-being, and when Merewyn attempts to run off and fend for herself the battle-hardened warrior strips her bare for a painful, humiliating switching.

Despite his willingness to chastise her so shamefully, Merewyn cannot deny that these men are not the savage barbarians she expected, and she does not object when the huge, handsome brute who so recently punished her takes her in his arms and claims her hard and thoroughly. As the weeks pass, Merewyn's uninvited guest masters both her body and her heart ever more completely, but does he plan to truly make her his or will she be left behind when he sails home?

Publisher’s Note: Conquered by the Viking includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Author Synopsis

Can Merewyn overcome her natural fear of the mighty Viking warlord who has invaded her Celtic home? She's encountered his kind before and has first hand experience of the brutality of these ferocious Nordic raiders. Why should this blond invader be any different?

Buy Links

Amazon    (free to read on Kindle Unlimited)

3.      Sensual Excerpt

Mathios shifted from under her and Merewyn winced as her punished bottom pressed against the hay. The discomfort was short-lived, or irrelevant. Mathios opened the cloak fully and spread it out beneath her, He placed his hands on her knees and gently pushed them outward, spreading her thighs. Merewyn gazed up at him. She knew what he would do, how he would touch her now and she wanted it more than she could recall wanting anything before. She needed his touch more than she needed her next breath.

He smiled, then lowered his gaze to peruse that most private place. She was embarrassed, the flush crept up her face from her chest. She felt the mortifying heat of it, but could not, would not stop now.

She wanted him. Wanted this.

He slid his fingers through her slick folds, then smiled at her. "So wet, my Celt. I think you like to be spanked."

She shook her head. Surely such a notion was impossible.

"It hurts, I know, but after..." He stroked her quivering cunny.

She cried out in sheer delight, thrust her hips up toward his questing hand. He slid one long finger inside her and she moaned in surprised pleasure. This was a new sensation, one she had not experienced before in the secluded privacy of her pallet. He drove his finger in and out, slow at first, then harder, faster. Merewyn revelled in the unfamiliar sensation, her inner muscles contracting around him.

"So tight," he murmured, "and so hot."

"Please, that feels so good. I want... I want..." She had no idea what she might want but surely this Viking did. His mastery of her senses had been unerring thus far.

"I know," he replied. "Soon. But first..."

He shoved both hands under her bottom to cup each tender cheek. She was sore, it hurt. She cried out but he just chuckled. "A reminder of who is master here. Do you not agree, little Celt?"

"Yes," she breathed, loving the raw sensuality of the moment. "Yes, please."

He lifted her bottom from the hay and used his thumbs to part her inner lips. Then, as she watched in utter incredulity, he lowered his mouth to her cunny and he started to lick.

Oh, sweet Jesus and all the saints! Her breath left her body in a whoosh. Merewyn gasped, fighting for air. She was flying, weightless. He drove his tongue into that place where his finger had been just moments before, swirled it around as she moaned in delight. The pad of his thumb found her pleasure bud and stroked there, and Merewyn wondered if she might expire from the sheer joy of it. Was it too much for her heart to bear? Surely no one, no one ever before, had felt as she did now. Her senses reeled, her body was no longer hers.

This was beyond heavenly. This was paradise on earth.

More about Ashe Barker

USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days - her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel. 

At the last count Ashe had around seventy titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

Ashe has a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keeps thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from her.

Ashe loves to hear from readers. Here are her social media links:

Newsletter sign-up

www.ashebarker.com

Facebook

Twitter

BookBub

Instagram

Pinterest

Goodreads

Or you can email her direct on ashe.barker1@gmail.com

Two O'Clock with a Billionaire by @daryldevore, #romance, #contemporary, #hotread

Blurb and Buy Links

Two O’clock with the Billionaire is Daryl Devoré’s latest hot romance. A contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of vanilla sexcapades.

Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.

Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.

Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title A Kept Woman.

Amazon

Print

Bio and Social Media

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl Devoré's alter ego when she's inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a black cat named Licorice and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

Blog - Romance - Sweet to Heat

Twitter

Facebook

Google+

Amazon Author Page

GoodReads Author Page

LinkedIn

Pinterest

Excerpt: 

 Deciding to chance it, she led him to the bedroom then set her bag at the foot of the bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Arianne placed a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Facing him, she removed his suit jacket, walked to the closet and hung it on a hanger. Tugging at the knot she released his tie and draped it over her shoulder. One at a time she undid the buttons of his shirt and released his cuff links. Sliding her hands up his bare chest, she slipped her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off his body. It dropped to the floor. She picked it up, placed it and the tie on another hanger and the cuff links on the dresser.

With the same care, she removed his shoes, socks and dress slacks, leaving him in his boxers. She pointed to the bed and signaled for him to roll onto his stomach. She kicked off her shoes then reached into her gym bag and took out a bottle of musk scented body oil. Pouring a quantity into her palms, she cupped it until it had warmed, then dribbled it around his back and shoulders. Using her fingertips, Arianne spread the oil over his bare skin. Kneading the shoulders and upper back she felt his muscles loosen. She worked her fingers down his muscled shoulders and arms. She worked until his brow relaxed and his breathing calmed. “Roll over.”

He tucked his arm under and flipped onto his back. Arianne pulled two long silk sashes out of the gym bag.

His eyes widened as he raised his brows.

She patted his stomach. “Trust me?” Grasping his right hand, she tugged until he got the message and sat up on the pillows. Arianne could see Derek’s curiosity, as well as his libido, were becoming aroused when she secured his hands to the bedpost—not with blood halting knots, just silken restraints, like the material of the sashes. His focus remained on her as she repeated the same maneuver to his legs using the longer sashes.

When he was secure and unable to move his limbs, Arianne stood next to the bed and unbuttoned her blouse. She pulled the material opened revealing a sexy, black, lace bra. Placing the palms of her hands on her breasts, she alternated between cupping her breasts and squeezing them. She slipped her right hand along the white fleshy mound of her breast. Derek’s gaze focused on her fingers as they disappeared underneath the dark lace and fondled her nipple. She eased her left hand inside and teased her other nipple. Pulling her hands back out, she dragged her fingers under the bottom band of her bra and slide it up over her breasts exposing them. With her breasts free, she cupped and squeezed, rubbed small circles and rippled her nipples between her fingers.

Her voice was breathless and low. “The skin is so soft. And my nipples are so round and firm, and pink. Do you know what they like?” Her actions matched her words. “They like to be rubbed ever so lightly. Like this. And they love to be teased—twisted between my thumb and finger—like this. They also adore pain. Pulling the nipples like this, stretching just enough to cause pain, but never enough to make me cry. See what it does. It makes them grow firm. Hard as marbles against my soft flesh.”

Mesmerized, Derek’s gaze never left her breasts. Arianne doubted he’d even blinked. She climbed onto the bed near his feet and knelt. Her breasts hung a breath away from his legs. “Besides being caressed they also like to stroke things.” She bent down until her right nipple grazed the skin on his left shin. Moving back and forth, languorously and sensually, she let it slide against him, and then moved over to his right leg. “Can you feel how hard my nipple is? A perfectly firm nipple to slip between two soft, wet, hungry lips. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“You are going to let me play, right?” His voice was husky.

Thanks for sharing,

Anita