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Beltane just passed and the advent of spring is a reason to celebrate.

Not so for my heroine Natasha Desmond, who has fled to the Scottish Highlands–her wicked stepbrother seeks to institutionalize her and seize control over the family fortune

Today’s Sunday Snog focuses on Natasha and her lover. After hearing legends about the local vampires–and finding two small wounds in her neck after a night in the castle–the question in her mind: is he or isn’t he?

After drinks, dinner and more teasing, Garrett walked me to my car. “’Tis a dark night.” He tilted his head to look at the clouds, which obscured the moon and stars. “I’ll drive with ye to the castle, just to make sure ye don’t lose your way.”

“What about your car?” I opened the passenger door for him.

A Scottish vamp… What could be better!

I got in the car, started it and headed out of the village. “How did you get here?”

“Walked.” He gave me a jaunty smile. “There wasna much to do up at the castle, so I spent the day hiking.”

“Are there good trails hereabouts?”

“Och, yes. Many. Some along the cliffs, some through the glen, some along the beach.” He gestured at me to turn up the narrow road to the castle.

“That sounds fun,” I said.

“I can think of something that’s more fun.”

I stopped the car at the gatehouse, turned and gave him what I hoped was a seductive smile. “What?”

“This.” He leaned toward me, cupped the back of my head in his palm and drew me close. His kiss was a scorching promise of ecstasy. He

tasted like the custard we’d shared for dessert, tasty and completely irresistible. Enraptured, I sucked on his tongue with delight and swirled my tongue in his mouth.

I pulled up his sweater to again explore his body, enjoying the hard planes, the sinew overlaying solid bone. His skin was hot and a little sultry, no doubt from the warm, crowded pub. I rimmed his nipple with a fingernail, and he moaned deep in his throat.

The many facets of this man enthralled me. Last night, he’d been remote, almost discouraging as I’d sought shelter in his castle. When he’d made love to me in my romantic canopied bed, his touch had been cool and controlled, but now he was hotter than August in Los Angeles.

He pulled away and shoved open the passenger door, almost stumbling in his haste. He strode around the hood and yanked open my door. “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

Grabbing my hand, he led me to the gatehouse, down a short hall and into what I guessed was the living room, or the sitting room as they called it in Britain. While he pulled me along, he was tugging at my clothes, taking off my turtleneck, scrabbling for my jeans’ zipper. My hands were no less idle, and by the time we reached the sitting room, we were both naked, our underwear strewn on the carpet underfoot.

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Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

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Happy release day! Gypsy Witch, paranormal menage erotic romance

Gypsy Witch by Suz deMello

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Happy release day to me!

AND MANY MORE!!!!!

Yes, another story by Suz deMello hits the digital shelves at Ellora’s Cave.
Called Gypsy Witch, it’s a paranormal-menage tale set right here in River City!
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It’s a paperback Sunday Snog: a Regency kiss from Lord Devere’s Ward

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I again take advantage of Vicky Blisse’s incredible generosity to post one of my favorite scenes from my award-winning, best-selling Regency romance, Lord Devere’s Ward, now available in paperback for the first time in over a decade.

What’s it about, you ask?

Here’s the blurb:

Orphaned Kate Scoville is trapped in a tower prison by her scheming uncle, who plans to wed her to his loathsome son in order to gain control of her fortune. Plucky and resourceful, Lady Kate escapes to London to ask for help from her guardian. She’s sure the elderly Earl of Devere will help her in her plight.

Kate is astounded to find that the Earl has died, and his son has become her guardian. Quinn, the present Earl, remembers Kate from his childhood as an awkward child he loved to taunt and tease.

But now his ward has grown into a beautiful young woman. Though honor prevents Quinn from making Kate his, their attraction is irresistible…

Will Kate tempt Quinn into abandoning honor? Will the wicked uncle trap Kate, compromise her and steal her fortune?

Here’s the snog

The afternoon warmth heated Kate’s skin where her bonnet did not shade her. The thin, low-cut muslin dress did little to protect her shoulders from the brilliant spring sunshine. She dashed through the maze at Hampton Court, laughing and breathless as she eluded the rest of the party. Quinn had promised a special prize for whichever of the young people reached the center of the maze first. Whatever you want, he had said, winking at Pauline when she wanted to know what the surprise would be. Kate was determined to be the recipient of the treat.

She wondered if she would dare to demand a kiss from Quinn.

Extending her left hand, she kept touching the side of the hedge. She had read that if the searcher kept to the left, always to the left, she or he would inevitably reach the center of the maze.

…

Quinn, armed in advance with a plan of the maze, now waited in the center for his quarry. Having seen the determined glint in his Kate’s eyes, he knew she would find her way to the heart of the maze first.

He sat on a stone bench and wondered what she’d ask of him. He counted himself fortunate that Fashion now favored loose trousers rather than skin-tight, knitted pantaloons. The clear evidence of his emotions at the picnic had been disguised by his pants.

Kate had been subtly but outrageously flirtatious the entire day. Her pink sprigged muslin appeared to be worn over dampened, clinging petticoats. She met his eyes constantly, then let her dusky lashes sweep her flushed cheeks. She had even brushed against him once or twice as they toured Hampton Court Palace.

How on earth had she learned such wiles? And from where?

Quinn frowned. He’d have a great deal to say to this Elizabeth Telmont, of Miss Elizabeth’s School in Bath, if they ever met.

But he had to credit Katherine with discretion as well as coquetry. She had frequently taken the arm of her friend Sybilla Farland

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to giggle with her over some joke. Kate had sat next to Bryan St. Wills at the picnic, choosing to use her eyes and her smile rather than proximity to tempt her guardian. Quinn doubted anyone else knew the little witch was torturing his feelings, except perhaps for Willoughby Hawkes. The sharp-eyed roué wouldn’t miss the byplay, since he already knew Kate’s identity as well as Quinn’s desire for the girl. And if Hawkes knew, there was a fair chance Louisa knew also. Quinn didn’t understand why Anna tolerated the growing intimacy between Hawkes and Louisa but, as it wasn’t his business, he kept his nose out of the affair.

Affair. That was the word, wasn’t it? He wanted to have an affair with his ward…or more.

His breath caught in his throat as Kate appeared at the gap in the hedge, then entered the center of the maze.

They were alone. A butterfly fluttered ’round the silk flowers on Kate’s bonnet. She untied the ribbon beneath her chin, then sat next to him on the narrow bench.

She smiled at Quinn. “I believe I’ve won your prize, my lord.”

“So what shall you demand of me, sweet Kate?”

She tipped her head to one side and regarded him, still flirting with her eyes, her smile. He could tell she was nervous, yet expectant. He did not know if he should encourage her.

“I’m not quite sure yet.” She touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip. “What do you have to give me, my lord?”

His voice rasped in his throat. “Quinn. Please, call me Quinn.”

“My lord Quinn,” she said, with just a trace of mocking good humor in her tone.

“Kate,” he said, taking her chin gently between his long, strong fingers. She quivered slightly but did not pull away as he stroked her cheek. Her response rippled through her body as he drew her into his arms.

Yes. The first kiss was as sweet as he had known it would be. For a few moments, he forgot why he had denied his desire, and hers, for so long.

As he touched his lips to hers, it was as though a spark flashed between them, igniting their emotions. Their mouths caressed and danced. When his tongue sought admission, she did not refuse him entry. He groaned as his embrace tightened, pulling her onto his lap. She reached up, touching his shoulders, tentatively at first, then with more confidence as their kiss deepened. Her arms wound around his neck as he held her close. He could feel her breasts, barely confined by the flimsy muslin, pressing against his chest. Her heartbeat was quick as a rabbit’s, and knowing she was excited aroused him all the more.

When they finally parted he regarded her with amazement. “My darling Kate. Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

She chuckled as she wriggled on his lap. He groaned as she unwittingly rubbed her backside against his erection. Good God, how he wanted her.

“Are you all right, Quinn?”

“I’m fine, sweetling, but let’s move you back onto the bench for now.” She shifted her weight, then let him entwine her fingers with his. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed each fingertip, then the back of her hand, appreciating the delicate interplay of bone and muscle. “That was not a rhetorical question. I am sure neither Aristophanes nor Homer discusses kissing in such detail.”

“I am not entirely book-learned, sir. I have had some small contact with boys.”

“‘Some small contact with boys’? Need I be outraged, my ward?”

She laughed again. “I trust not, my guardian. The brothers of my schoolmates would occasionally visit Miss Elizabeth’s, and I did steal a kiss or two.”

“And how do I compare?”

“Ummm…very well, I must say. You exhibit natural talent as well as considerable experience, my lord.”

“Oof!” Slapping his chest, Quinn affected a shot to the heart. “I suppose I deserved that.”

“Completely. I felt for a moment you were questioning my virtue.”

“Absolutely not. But you do exhibit natural talent as well as, um, some experience, my ward.” He looked down at her and smiled.

She met his gaze without a flinch, lifting her mouth to his again. “Only some experience, I assure you.”

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Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
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A vampiric Sunday Snog from Suz deMello

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Today’s snog is from the bestselling story Angel Laird, Vampire Wife, one of the “Clan Kilburn Vampires” series.

Here’s what it’s about:

Edgar, Laird MacReiver, had never regretted his decision to wed Isobel, daughter of Clan Kilburn’s laird…until she bit his tongue and drank his blood. Will tying her hands, spanking her rump and making her come tame the wild child of the infamous vampire clan?

Or are some women too dangerous to tame?

And here’s the snog:

Edgar’s lips caressed hers and her mind emptied of everything except this new experience. She wanted to remember everything about her first kiss: the strength of his arms, the warmth of his lips followed by the wetness of his tongue as it slid slyly into her mouth.

His flavor was distinctive, a spice like nothing she’d tasted before, a toothsome relish composed of spring water, mint and honey. The scent of the forest mingled with his aroma, a fragrance that melded good male sweat with an underlying freshness that reminded her of the summer sun glittering on the sea.

His hand trailed down her back to curve over her bottom. He squeezed, and the tingling heat of passion spread from his broad warm palm to encompass all of her. A purr rose in her throat. She slid her arms beneath his and held onto his shoulders from behind.

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She pulled him in tight, wanting nothing but this kiss to go on and on forever. Life had become so simple. Their mouths touching, their hands exploring, their bodies pressed against each other were everything. Nothing else mattered.

She sucked on his tongue but still wanted more. She nipped and then, tasting a new flavor, licked the tip. Was it his blood? She didna care. He was delicious.

She sucked harder. Yes, that was his blood seeping over her tongue from the tiny bite, and it was intoxicating…he was intoxicating. He groaned and his grip tightened. She became aware that his muscular body had hardened against hers.

That she’d taken his blood had stirred him, she realized with a bolt of pure lust snapping through her. He was aroused by her need and that, in turn, inflamed her. His maleness thrust blindly, seeking her warmth and heat. She pressed herself against him not only with desire but also with a sense of wonderment. She had not known how good he’d feel pressed against her.

His hands shifted, roamed, explored…he took her wrists and drew them down to the small of her back.

He pulled away but she couldn’t reach for him to bring him back. He gripped her shoulders and looked into her eyes with a peculiar intensity. His blond hair swung loose, and she realized what he’d done.

He’d bound her hands behind her back with his leather hair tie.

“What…why did ye do that?” She tried to tug her wrists apart, but he’d tethered them firmly.

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Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
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Lightning, meet Thunder: Dark Matter by Michael Perkins

San Francisco is a place of pure excess and liberation, where every flavour of sexuality is there for the tasting. Robin wants to be part of it, and by embracing extreme erotic experiences to escape her father’s hypocrisy. Buddy is a rebel, a wild spirit. The moment they meet, sparks fly in a frenzy of desire unbound and darkness unleashed; and when Robin asks Buddy to kill her father, he knows he has found his destiny.

Dark Matter is a hypnotic tale of erotic cravings.

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Excerpt:

Dark Matter by Michael Perkins

The Spiral Dance

Gods, from your rocky home in the highest snow-capped Sierras of the imagination, swoop down now on San Francisco, the City of Perpetual Indulgence.

Blot out all other sounds from your hearing and attend to the dark passage of one in your indifferent keeping — one touched by you, and like you,possessed….

 Yet another turn of the wheel, another rotation of the earth: darkness is cast like a spell. A night without fog.

Straddling her snorting, fire-breathing Harley, Robin Flood roars up the steep undulating streets that slant to the sky and then down them to the Bay. She cuts a loud eructative path through the Marina and rumbles into stern Fort Mason, a former military facility converted into a cultural centre with shops, museums and a famous restaurant.

A bleached full moon leers down at her, one roguish lunar eyebrow cocked; clouds of galaxies extend from it into forever. The dark matter that makes up the unseen universe holds the stars apart. The Gods pay casual attention.

It is the beginning of November, final year of the century, on the night of the Spiral Dance — a Saturday night that falls on Samhain, when the dead pierce the veil that hangs between breathing and not, children who will never die (at least not in the twentieth, accursed century) eat sugar skulls, and a thousand boisterous pagans gather to celebrate the disappeared.

Robin joins the crowd cloaked in the exclusionary circle she draws around herself with strangers. She does not know anyone in the laughing, gesticulating, highspirited gathering of animals with horns, birds of prey, devils of all designs, medieval jongleurs, Green Men, maenads and vampires. Here, New Agers rub shoulders with Dark Agers. Here, imagination expresses the divine with profligate abandon.

Robin regrets momentarily that she has not worn a costume, but her eyes attract more attention than a mask would: they are an unfathomable cerulean, like the sea. Her glance when unguarded can be frightening in what it reveals of the cold wildness inside. Her features are small and finely chiselled, her mouth wide and lush. Her hair is cropped like glossy black feathers. One seashell ear is studded with five expensive earrings, the kind ear-nibblers cut their lips on. She’s prettier than the Queen of Heaven tonight, but there is something indistinct, unformed, indefinable but dangerous about her, as if she might be willing to do anything.

Hidden behind their masks, people stare at her. Aware of the impression she makes, she tucks her ambient rage in a pocket of her black motorcycle jacket and grins like an ingenue on crack. She waits patiently in the line, examining everyone for signs of the roles they might play in the drama of her life. She has a hunger to find out who she is, and she can only learn this from others; she is unknown to herself. Tonight her whim is that she is a temple prostitute come to worship the Goddess, weep for her dead, and party down with the pagans. Her fantasies are usually realised.

The motley line snakes around the pier to Herbst Pavilion, a giant former troop embarkation shed surrounded by choppy Bay waters. The huge space is sombre and magnificent, a maritime cathedral filled with the anxious ghosts of the hundreds of thousands of apprehensive young men who passed through the building on their way to war, and the unhappy spirits of those who never sailed home. It is an appropriate place to celebrate Halloween.

*****

About the Author:

MICHAEL PERKINS is the author of six collections of poetry. The Secret Record, literary criticism, was published by William Morrow in 1976. The Good Parts, selected book reviews, appeared in 1994. Among his other works of fiction and non-fiction are the novels Evil Companions, Dark Matter and Burn. His poems and essays have appeared in The Village Voice, Younger Critics of North America, The Nation,Mother Jones, Paper, Notre Dame Review, Exquisite Corpse, Big Bridge, Talisman, Rain Taxi and American Book Review. He was the Leydig Trust’s Writer of the Year in Great Britain in 2002, the recipient of the 2007 Obelisk Award for Lifetime Achievement and the 1957 Dunbar Poetry Prize. Carpe Diem, New and Selected Poems, appeared in 2011.

*****

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several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, and Liquid Silver Books. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

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Something Naughty…reading, gifts and more!

 

I’m the proud participant in a blog hop hosted by erotic romance authors Lisabet Sarai and Jennifer Wright.

FMI http://tinyurl.com/naughty-bloghop, but if you participate by commenting on any one of the blogs listed below, you’re in the running for the following:

**A $60 gift certificate to Eden’s Fantasies, where you can buy many naughty toys  http://www.edenfantasys.com/

**A $25 gift certificate to any one of the following: Total-E-Bound, Amazon, All About Romance Ebooks, or Barnes and Noble. Two $25 gift certificates will be randomly awarded.

If you comment on my blog, you may get a free ebook–anything in my digital booklist, your choice–that would be Suz deMello’s or Sue Swift’s digital booklists.

Here’s my “something naughty” post. It’s from Temptation in Tartan, best-selling vampire historical erotica:

Blurb:

She had to marry a monster…

Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.

The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.

She was wrong.

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Published by Ellora’s Cave in June 2012, Temptation in Tartan reached #1 on the All Romance Ebooks bestseller list for historical (other) romance and spent a full week in the top five. Its sequel, Desire in Tartan, will be released later this year.

Here’s the very naughty excerpt:

She examined him with an intent gaze. “You mean… Milaird was wrong?”

“Aye. I was wrong.”

“The great Kieran Kilborn was wrong?” His wife’s eyes widened. One eyebrow lifted, and she gave him a wide, disbelieving smile edged with mockery.

“Now, Lydia.” On his side, he tucked an arm beneath his head.

“P’raps the sun has risen in the west, or the sheep fly and instead, birds crop the grass. I must check.” She rose from the bed, wincing a little. He watched her bonny pink arse twitch as she pranced over to one of the arrow slits and peered out.

When she returned, she held lengths of the worn linen they used as towels. She again smiled at him.

He distrusted that impish smile, accompanied as it was by twinkling eyes.

“So,” she said. “Kieran was wrong. Kieran’s been a naughty fellow indeed.” She took his arm by the wrist and brought it to the bedpost above his head, and wrapped a strip of linen around both, binding him.

Bold she was, and lust curled deep in his belly. His prick twitched with dawning arousal. “I daresay I’ve been a bad, bad boy.”

“Oh, yes.” She took another linen strip, rolled him onto his back and trussed the other hand high.

Then she walked away from him. What did she have in mind?

She had evidently learned a’plenty during the few weeks they’d been married.

She dipped a third swatch of fabric into a ewer of water, and let the chilly liquid drip onto his chest, then swished it back and forth from nipple to nipple.  They tightened into taut little kernels, and his cock jumped, stiff and hard as an oaken club.

Her smile broadened. “I like this,” she said.

So do I, he thought, but made a show of struggling against his bonds. “Lydia—”

She chuckled, and slid the cold, wet linen down his belly to his staff. Despite the temperature, despite his already intense arousal, he thickened and lengthened.

“I wonder…” she said meditatively, scrutinizing his cock. She ran the cloth through her fingers and smiled.

She rubbed him with the wet linen, and despite the chill, he swelled. She tickled his rod so it became even harder, then wrapped his member in the fabric until only the broad, round head was exposed. With each caress of her clever wee hands and each touch of the soft, damp towel, he grew bigger and more aroused until he was about to explode.

Bending over, she gave him a little flick of her tongue and he groaned, his hips jolting up.

She laughed. “How does that feel?” She kissed his cockhead again, opening her mouth wide to encompass all of his roundness. Lightning flashed through him and he wondered if his trapped flesh was going to burst.

She gave him a little nip and he started violently.

“I asked you a question.” Her voice was cool and even. She nibbled on him again.

He jerked up, hoping to force his rod further into her mouth and p’raps get some relief, but she was too quick for him, and the wicked bond holding his cock kept him on the boundary between pleasure and pain. He couldna come until she chose to release him.

He was hers to control, utterly. “Lydia, please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please! I’m afeared this will do me harm.”

“Really? As much as a beating?”

“Are ye angry with me?”

“Nay, husband, but what’s sauce for the goose…” She left the remainder of the quote unsaid.

“What would ye have me say or do?”

She ran her hand over his ballocks and they contracted. He was frantic to shoot his load, and writhed on the sheets.

“You’re mine, do you hear?” She tugged on his cock.

“That was never in question!”

“You’re my slave as much as I am yours. Admit it!”

He tossed his body from side to side. “Yes! Yea!” He sensed the justice of her actions and didna want to fight her. And he’d give up one of his balls to come.

“Very well, then.” She tugged away the binding and then pinched the base of his rod, hard.

A blast of pure pain shot through him and he clamped down on his frustrated shout. She climbed atop him to rub her slick cunny over his cock, and he was instantly ready again. He twitched with need, pushing his rod upward toward her slit.

Kneeling, she lifted up then dropped down, her magnificent breasts bobbing. His cockhead lodged inside her, and he groaned with need and relief. She liked what she was doing, he reckoned, because the walls of her quim were fluttering and clenching. Tight, hot and wet…She eased down onto him and he thought mayhap he’d died and gone to heaven.

He shouted, “Rach air muin!” and came in thick jets, coating her channel. He lifted his hips and thrust until he hit the barrier of her womb.

She took all he had, bearing down on him so her pearl slid against him, taking her pleasure as he took his. She flung her head back as she came, riding him like a stallion, gripping his shoulders for support. The little stabs of her fingernails drove him higher, and he swiveled his hips, swirling his cock inside her. With a gasp, she collapsed over his chest. Her splendid breasts caressed his nipples, shooting him into ecstasy one more time.

Minutes later, she stirred, then reached up and released his wrists. He grabbed her in a tight embrace, locking her to him without restraint, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. Their tongues tangled, warred, played … eased into gentler loving.

They lay side by side, regarding each other, startled, sated and pleased. He looked into the warm chocolate depths of her eyes, seeking and finding her soul. His gaze rested within hers for a long while. Gradually, her breaths and his slowed, evened and matched.

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Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, and Liquid Silver Books. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift

She tweets her book picks @ReadThis4fun

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Justus Roux Where Love and Erotic Know No Boundaries	Kayelle Allen Unstoppable Heroes	Kelli Scott Lip Service
Kendall McKenna Love and Dog Tags	Lisabet Sarai Beyond Romance	Lisa Carlisle Lisa Carlisle’s News
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May Water May Water’s Erotica	Michelle Moon Ink Dipped Moon	Mona Karel Mona Karel Blog
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Roz Lee Roz Lee	S. Dora S. Dora	Sapphire Phelan Sapphire Phelan’s Passion Corner
Stormie Kent Stormie Kent’s Musings	Suz deMello Fearless, Fast-paced Fiction	Synithia Williams Synithia Williams
Victoria Pinder Victoria Pinder Romance Author	Virginia Nelson Virginia Nelson, Author

A Scottish Snog: from Temptation in Tartan by Suz deMello

http://victoriablisse.co.uk/sunday-snog

Today’s snog is from my #1 bestseller (according to ARE at least—their historical-other list).

Temptation in Tartan is about a young English lady who found herself in a bit of a mess:

She had to marry a monster…

Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

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But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.

The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors’ ferocity.

She was wrong.

Lydia and Kieran, Laird Kilborn, do end up enjoying their HEA but it was a rough road.

Here’s their kiss. Did I mention that it’s not on the mouth?

“Ye look right funny with yer mouth open like that.”

She shut it with a snap.

“Ye know what a man likes to do with a lassie’s open mouth, don’t ye?”

“Kiss it?”

“Nay.”

“Um, put his tongue into it?”

He stood, unlaced his trews and took out his cock, running his fingers along its already nerve-wracking size. He smoothed away a fleshy covering to reveal a thick, rigid pole.

She gaped.

“Exactly so, me wife. Shall we try this?”

His voice was soft and supplicating. Reassured, she managed a nod. Her gaze remained fixed on his thickening member as he pulled off boots and stockings, shirt and trews.

Her gaze flashed up to his chest, muscular, white-skinned and furred with black curls, then back to his cock, and down. His legs were as hard and brawny as the rest of him, with the shapely calves she remembered from the first time they’d met.

His member again seized her attention. She was fascinated by his tool, framed as it was by a thick bed of black hair.  “I, er, I’ve never known anyone who could divest himself of his clothes so quickly.”

“Ye’re a lass of limited experience, but ye’ll not hear me complain.”

Reaching for her ankles, he tugged them down, then arranged a pillow beneath her head, elevating it for…what?

“Ye seem right curious about my friend, here.” He fondled his rigid length, its vivid color a contrast with the pale skin that covered the rest of his muscular body.

“Er, yes.”

“Explore all ye wish, me bonny wife. He’s yours to use as ye will.” Kieran climbed back onto the bed, kneeling with one knee on either side of her torso. He smiled down at her.

She reached with a hesitant finger and touched the tip. Firm, round and red. She stroked, and from beneath the surface smoothness a hard core jutted into her hand.

“Oh!” She jerked her fingers away.

He replaced them. “He often does seem to have a mind of his own, but I try to think with the one in me head.” He gave her his impish grin.

She smiled back and gave him a hesitant squeeze.

Sucking in a breath, he closed his eyes. Encouraged, she squeezed more firmly and then ran her fingertips up and down, watching and listening as well as feeling. A musky aroma mingled with Kieran’s usual fresh scent and her roses. She leaned forward to sniff his privates and inhaled deeply, her nose nuzzling his cods.

His cock, swaying, bumped against her cheek and she used her lips and tongue to move it away. Another indrawn breath from her husband, this one louder. Interesting. She turned her head to one side and again put her mouth to his shaft.

“Yesssss….”

Aha. She slid her lips up and down his length, eliciting a groan. She hoped it was a happy groan, and looked up to see Kieran’s eyes closed with an ecstatic expression on his face.

If you like what you read, and are interested in more, here’s a buy link:

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Sue Swift/Suz deMello

Here’s where you can find all my erotica:

https://www.amazon.com/author/suzdemello

And here’s a little bit about me:

Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she’s working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.

Her blog is at http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com. Find her reading picks @ReadThis4fun on Twitter, and befriend her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/SueSwift ). Her sites are at http://www.sue-swift.com and http://www.suzdemello.com.

Christmas in China

Those of you who know me are aware that I spent most of 2009-10 in Luoyang, China, teaching English to toddlers. This experience wasn’t one I’d repeat despite the enormous amount of new info I acquired.

Christmas in China

Among that new info was the knowledge that China is very far from being a “godless Communist” society. I’d describe China as very capitalistic and quite religious as well. Every Buddhist temple I visited was busy. There was at least one church in the city where I lived, and Christmas was openly celebrated, albeit in a very secular way.

In China, Santa is very popular. He looks rather like my

Evan as Santa

former literary agent (hello, Evan!) or a sex offender (those big red lips freak me out). Christmas decorations are everywhere,

Scary Russian Santa!

stores conduct Christmas sales and people throw parties.

But Christmas isn’t a day off or a family day. I taught at two schools, and each had a Christmas pageant starring you-know-who as Santa. As you can see, not my best look.

Sue as Santa

But we did get snow a few weeks before, which made a

Ally with snowman

pretty city even lovelier. And there were snowmen!

If you want to know more about my experiences in China, check out this blog:

http://www.susanoverseas.weebly.com.

Enjoy!

Your blog hostess:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

Sue Swift/Suz deMello

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

Find her books at http://www.suzdemello.com

     For editing services, email her at suzswift@yahoo.com

Befriend her on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sueswift

She tweets her book picks @ReadThis4fun

 

Monday Munch #1: Bouillabaise and Strawberry Shortcake

Today I’m premiering a new feature which will appear at this blog every once in a while. I’d love to be able to say that I’ll post a Monday Munch every week, but I’m sure I won’t! So I’ll get to it here and there

Why a Monday Munch, you ask?

Preparing food for someone is a very loving act, and all the more so when such an act is contrary to character. Our concept of an alpha male excludes food preparation as a normal activity. We don’t think about big manly men cooking food anywhere except at a barbecue, so when one of my heroes fixes a meal for his lover, well–that makes my little heart go pitter-pat because he isn’t afraid to show her his softer side. He isn’t afraid to go out of his way, against his macho character to show her he loves her.

So a number of my heroes prepare meals for my heroines.

Here’s one of my faves, from Spy Game. The setup is that Ani Sharif, a low-level operative for a secret security agency, is trying to get to a laptop on millionaire software tycoon Richard Rexford’s boat; he’s suspected of selling secrets to the Chinese, and her handlers believe that proof might be on the laptop.

The menu:

Appetizers: lox, cucumber and sour cream on a cracker with chardonnay

Salad

Main course: Bouillabaise

Dessert: Strawberry shortcake

Here’s a snippet from the scene:

Ani followed Richard into the galley and watched him rummage in the refrigerator.  She couldn’t figure him out.  He’d arrived at her house looking like a vagrant, but kept an immaculate boat.  He’d taunted her at the pizza parlor, but tonight, treated her as though she were a duchess.  He’d opened doors, pulled out her chair, and served her a perfectly prepared meal.

He tried to act like a vicious T-Rex but had gone to the trouble of fixing the mess his father had made, not once but

Sue Swift: Spy Game

twice.

As hard as she tried, she couldn’t label the evening a disaster, especially since she now knew where he kept his computer.  On top of that, she and Richard had a lot in common.  A love of freedom, for one thing.  Computers, for another.  Maybe she’d see him after she’d completed her assignment.  Maybe.

Richard straightened up and smiled at her, each hand holding a dessert plate filled with a pile of sliced strawberries atop shortcake.  His laser-blue eyes glinted.

Their gleam hit her like an electric shock, zapping her back into reality.  What was she thinking?  He wasn’t a cute little guppy.  This was Richard Rexford, one of the biggest, baddest great white sharks around.

No doubt his father had a completely different story of the start-up of Richard’s firm.  Gossip said that Richard had ruthlessly stolen every talented programmer in the place, leaving CompLine reeling.  Rumors still abounded; apparently Thomas and Sundeen plotted to destroy Richard for his alleged crimes against the family firm.

He was her target, maybe even a traitor.  Get with the program, Ani, she reminded herself.

She swallowed, her mouth parched.  She was definitely in over her head.  Thinking that she could play games with Richard Rexford was crazy.  She needed to get to his laptop computer and get out.  She wasn’t sure how to do it, though, but hoped to figure that out before the end of the night.  She had to minimize contact with Rexford.  Another date would be insane.

She cleared her throat, which felt thick and dry.  “I don’t want to like you too much.”

“You’re right.”  He put the desserts onto a counter and crossed the galley to stand in front of her, mere inches away.  ”So why don’t we stop this right now?”

His heat radiated, igniting every cell in her body.  The raw sexual tension between them, thicker than the stew she’d eaten, unnerved her.  That dangerous flutter started again, but this time it made her tingle from head to toes.

She couldn’t speak.  She couldn’t move.  She couldn’t look away from his unfathomable blue eyes.

Taking her chin in his hand, he brushed her lips with his.  He didn’t break eye contact, and neither did she.  The intimacy created was unbearable, as though he’d reached inside her and caressed her soul with the gentlest of touches.

The brief kiss wasn’t nearly enough, but sharpened her appetite for him. She wanted more, and took it, digging her fingers into his shirt front to bring him closer so she could flick her tongue over his lips, deliberately enticing him.

He pulled her into his arms, drawing her to his male heat.  He dipped his head again to kiss her and this time, he didn’t hold back.  He slid his tongue between her lips, making love to her mouth with an insistent rhythm.  Desire pounded at her in waves, intense and powerful as a high tide.  Her body throbbed with passionate hunger.

“It’s going to be very good between us, you know that?” he whispered into her ear.

“Mmmm, yeah.”  Too good, maybe.  She’d never experienced anything like Richard’s kiss.  Hot and deep and all-encompassing, like a desert whirlwind, he threatened to sweep her away.

But she couldn’t let herself be swept away.  She couldn’t take what he offered, no matter how much she wanted it.

If you like what you read, you can find it here:

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The bouillabaise recipe can be found here, in a FREE cookbook full of romance writers’ favorite recipes:

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Enjoy!

Sue Swift/Suz deMello

Your blog hostess:

Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

Immortal Hunters: a taste of the blood, anyone?

In time for your Halloween reading pleasure: a selection from Immortal Hunters,vampire erotica in FANGS, an anthology.

What’s it about?

Genre: Paranormal action-adventure.

vampire erotica

A century-old vampire, Rama is used to shadows and loneliness. She uses the name Hestia White and lives in a California coastal town working as a private investigator. If some bad guys disappear on her shift, no one cares…until John van Helsing shows up. Bearing the name of the vamps’ greatest foe, he interferes in her case and in her life.

Friend, lover or enemy?

And here’s the excerpt:

Being a vampire can suck…oops, sorry about the bad pun. Well, it’s true, it can bite….yikes, there I go again. What I mean to say is that it has its ups and downs. I’m virtually immortal, which is pretty cool. My hair and nails don’t grow, but when I awaken, they’ve been restored to the state they were in when I became undead. It’s inconvenient, since I grew up in a shithole with no running water. A mani-pedi was not merely unavailable, but unimaginable. I was an unkempt mess when I was changed, so every evening when I awaken, I devote an hour or two to personal grooming. My long, black hair is a no-brainer. Up it goes into a French twist or a braid. Nails are more difficult.

So there I was one night on surveillance, tucked into the comfy front seat of my undistinguished Camry in a dark corner of Santa Martina, contemplating the choices I faced: Mango Madness or Ruby Delite? Through my increasingly foggy windshield, I occasionally cast a glance at the crappy apartment a half-block away where I’d run my quarry to ground. Soon I’d take him, after the lights were doused and he’d fallen asleep.

I work for a private investigations firm, and my boss understands my rules. First of all, ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies. Second, night jobs only.

And if a bad guy or two (or three or five or seven) disappears during my shifts, nobody really cares. Operating in Santa Martina is especially convenient due to its location, the northern California coast. Offshore lies a marine mammal sanctuary. Because of the plethora of seals and otter, lots of great whites come to call. The occasional surfer gets chomped. Bodies disappear, or they may wash up on shore, drained of blood.

Get the picture?

As I was saying, there I was one night, picking at a chipped edge of the Ruby Delite flaking off my left index fingernail when someone tapped on my window.

I could see a uniform, so I unrolled. “What’s up, officer?” I asked in a pleasant tone. No sense offending the local cops, you know.

“We’ll have to ask you to move along, ma’am,” he said, an officer at his most officious.

We? I looked beyond the uniform and there he was: a suit. An undercover dick on my turf.

In gray pinstripes, he would have been as inconspicuous as I, if it weren’t for his cornpone, white bread, wheat-fed wholesome handsomeness. Blue-eyed and blond, he would have screamed farm boy in TV Land, but in California most farm workers are Hispanic or Asian immigrants.

“Well, if it isn’t John-boy Walton,” I drawled.

He drew closer, no doubt taking in my black hair, black eyes, black leather, red slash of a mouth and white, white skin. ”Well, if it isn’t Ms. Goth Barbie,” he drawled. Back atcha, honey.

I couldn’t stifle my smile. I like a man with a quick tongue–they have more than one use. “It’s Hestia, actually. Hestia White.”

“Hestia? The Greek goddess of hearth and home? That’s incongruous.”

My smile broadened. I knew few men with “incongruous” in their vocabularies, and fewer still who knew the meaning of the name I cynically used. I liked him. Shame I had to run him off.

He leaned against my door panel, ignoring the condensation wetting his elegant gray pinstriped sleeve. “Well, Ms. Hestia White, you do need to move on out. Police business.”

I lounged back into my seat. “But I kind of like it here.”

“Why? This isn’t the nicest part of Santa Martina. Completely lacks the charm of the marina or the nightlife in downtown.”

I looked into his blue, blue eyes. “I prefer down and dirty.”

He met my gaze without falter. “I could arrest you for loitering.” He leaned closer, partway into my window. “Take you in. Lock you up.”

“Oooh, handcuffs.” I shivered theatrically.

“Actually, Ms. White, we’re on the job.” His voice had gone crisp and businesslike.

“Actually, Detective Whoever, so am I.” I flipped open my wallet to flash my P.I. license.

His eyes widened. “How come I’ve never heard of you?”

I shrugged. “I keep a low profile. Safer that way. Hey, I’ve shown you mine, so why don’t you show me yours?”

I’d teased out a reluctant smile, one that reached deep inside to heat me from my brain to my box. Yes, that box. I was surprised. Mortals don’t usually turn me on.

He reached for his wallet to show me his shield and I.D. John van Helsing. A tremor ran through me, ruffling the tiny hairs on my nape and my arms. Was it chance that this detective bore the name of the most famous enemy of my kind?

“John-boy,” I said with phony delight.

Reviewers liked this story, saying:

…a highly charged, sexually stimulating and all around pleasurable trip…
Robin, MyBookCravings.com

Rating: 4.5: … terrific…Suz deMello did another awesome job…
Tara Renee, Two Lips Reviews

…cool and interesting…
Tammie King, Night Owl Reviews

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Buy it here!

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Your blog hostess:

Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she’s working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.

Her blog is at http://www.fearlessfastpacedfiction.com. Find her reading picks @ReadThis4fun on Twitter, and befriend her on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/SueSwift ). Her sites are at http://www.sue-swift.com and http://www.suzdemello.com.