Release Blitz - The Twelve Cock-tales of Christmas by Charlene M. Martin

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***This is book 4 in the whiskey collection, it can be read as a stand alone, but not recommended. ***

The Twelve Cock-tales of

Christmas

Christmas. That special time of year when we celebrate each other and the gift of life. Alec and Angel have a very different idea of how to celebrate Christmas. They were invited to an elite sex club for its annual Christmas party, and the theme is the twelve cock-tales of Christmas -- a sultry mix of alcohol and everything sensual that just might land you on Santa’s naughty list, if not his lap.

But like every good story, as it unfolds, will Alec and Angel withstand the curve balls life throws in their path? Love isn’t always so cut and dried, the weather outside is frightful, and lives may be lost in this erotic Christmas tale.

       Editorial Review: “Deliciously dirty right from the start.”

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    Editorial Review: “If you want a short erotic story for Christmas this is your book. Charlene M. Martin has a way with erotic books. She always has you begging for more and leaving you very sexually frustrated.”                      ~ Tammie Lee @ For the love of books blog.

I lean down and tenderly kiss the top of her head then slowly slip the blindfold over her eyes before pulling each one of her wrists up and clasping them in the cuffs. Once secured loosely – I never truly want to hurt her – I raise them over her head. “Keep these up here.”

She nods in agreement, and I unclasp the top of her outfit, exposing her bare breasts. “Stay still,” I instruct as I walk back to the bar to grab my desired items. I set the tray of cookies down on the table, adjacent to the chair. By straddling her hips, though my weight isn’t on her, I position my cock over her center and gently cover her nipples in raspberry filling with the spoon from the jar-full on the tray. She wiggles a little in response. I can almost taste her raspberry. My mouth waters, but I continue down and place a little filling in her belly button.

Reaching for a gingerbread cookie, I place it over her pussy. I glide my body up hers to place another cookie in my mouth. I rub it against her lips, and she opens them, taking a bite. “Mmm.”

The remainder of the cookie I skim down her chin, neck, chest, and into the red raspberry filling coating a nipple. I bring it once more to her parted lips, and she takes another bite. “Oh God, that’s good.”

I pull the cookie from between my teeth, and ask, “You like that, do you?”

“Oh god, yes.”

I dip a cookie into the filling and take a bite. It’s one of the most unique flavors I’ve ever had. Gingerbread and raspberry -- who would’ve thought that would be a good combination?

Crunching the remainder of the cookie, I swallow and bring my mouth to her erect nipples. I deliver a long lick, swirling my tongue roughly against them. She arches her back in response. As I run my tongue down her torso to her belly button, I create a sticky trail. I lap a taste of her raspberry-filled navel, then slide my mouth lower, between her legs, taking a bite out of the cookie there. Crunch. Her body shivers in response, and I moan, meeting her excitement. Reaching down, I grab the spoon and pour a big dollop between her parted thighs. Raspberry-covered pussy. . . YUM.

  

*The Twelve Cock-tales of Christmas (Book 4)*

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RELEASE BLITZ - Stud Farm: The Delancey Brothers by Joanna Blake @JBromancenovels

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Title: Stud Farm: The Delancey Brothers

Author: Joanna Blake

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Release Date: December 11, 2016

There's a feisty little filly that needs taming. And I'm just the man for the job. My name's Clint McRae. I took this job without realizing how hard it would be. Hard to train a know-it-all trick rider like Pheonyx Delancey, Hard to get her all the way to the National Championships. Hard to keep my hands off her. She's got talent coming out her ears but she's reckless and wild in the saddle. I can't tell if I want to kiss her or spank her. By the time the season is over, I'm sure I'll be doing a fair bit of both. I'm older and more experienced so I should know better. But she's the one who's got me hogtied. Meet the newest Delancey! Stud Farm includes the ALL NEW novella Pheonyx Rising, Ride With Me, Bound To Me and the rewritten Branded as well as an ALL NEW Very Delancey Chrismas! *Please note, these stories are not available anywhere else!

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I splashed water on my face, then looked up at myself, leaning against the sink. I had to get out of here. I was way too riled up. I was no good around horses right now. Never mind it being good around Pheonyx. I didn't trust myself not to toss her over my shoulder and carry her off with me. I wanted to do things to her. Not gentle, sweet things like a beautiful, young girl deserved. Rough and filthy things. I splashed more water on my face. Then I tugged my jeans out and splashed water on my stomach and cock. I flinched at the cold but it didn't do a damn thing to make it lie down. "Bad dog." I muttered, shaking my head. There was no use for it. I had a twenty four hour seven a day a week kind of boner. I had to git, while the gittin' was good. I left the bathroom, sneaking around the back way towards my car. I left my favorite lawn chair where it was. I figured it would be here tomorrow. I couldn't take one more second of almost-naked Pheonyx, covered in slippery suds. I cursed as my hard on got even harder. I cursed again as a sexy redhead in next to nothing caught up to me. I didn't slow down. I kept right on walking. That didn't stop her. Those impossibly long legs of hers kept up with me just fine. I tried not to notice that her barely covered chest was bouncing with each step. I wanted to grab her, kiss her hard and bury my face in between those luscious tits of hers. I would wrap her long, silky legs around me and- "Where are you going?" "PJ's. I need a drink." I'd spoken without thinking. PJ's was in town and not more than a couple miles from my house. I could leave my car there and stumble home after a few drinks. More than a few drinks. I knew I was gonna have to tie one on to clear my head. A big, Pheunyx Delancey sized bottle for starters. It was a time honored way to avoid thinking about a woman. "Great, I need one too. I'll follow you." I stopped in my tracks. "Do. Not. Follow. Me." She smiled at me. "Are you okay?" I grunted and practically ran for my car. She was still standing there when I peeled off. Her pretty head was tilted to one side, as if she was hatching something. I shuddered to think what that might be. I was still hot and bothered, sitting at the bar an hour later when Pheonyx walked in. She'd put on some clothes thank the good lord. Too bad those clothes were a skin tight pair of jeans and a hot pink camisole that didn't cover much more than the bikini. She'd done something to her face too. I exhaled sharply when I realized she was wearing makeup. Just a little around the eyes and something pink and shiny on her lips. She'd curled her hair too. I knew it was for me. She was sending me a signal. An impossible to resist one. God help me, but I lit up at the sight of her. I'd thought she was pretty before. But right now, she shined. The air in the room changed as she strode across the bar. Every man in the place sat up straight. I stared straight ahead, refusing to pant after her like the rest of the dogs. Goddammit. She'd followed me.

    

   

 Joanna Blake loves good old fashioned romance, men who open doors and work with their hands. Hot Blooded Heroes is a series of sizzling stories about True Blue American men and the women who love them. She's thrilled to be collaborating with Pincushion Press on her new series! Come along for the ride! XoX, Joanna

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RELEASE BLITZ -What Breaks a Man? Sensible Hearts 2 By H.Q. Frost

What Breaks a Man?

Sensible Hearts 2

By H.Q. Frost

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This sequel to What Makes a Man? navigates a life that can break a man.
There’s a difference between bad guys, and good guys that do bad things.
Stuck on a similar path from his sordid past, Dom’s intentions are pure but his ideas are not. He’s struggling to find himself in the right situation for the right reasons. When his saints all become sinners, he’s not sure what he should stand for anymore. And the life he can’t back away from starts to break him down.

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She said yes seven days ago and I haven’t heard from her since. I lasted all of three days before I started obsessively calling her. She’s got this hold on me and I just want her to love me and let me be at her side. She’s making me insane and I don’t know what help there is left for me. CJ keeps telling me the hardest part is the first few weeks. I’ll be over her in a couple weeks. That doesn’t really feel like an option. Seven years passed and I didn’t get over her. And now, seeing we’re completely different people, I still don’t feel like this is wrong.

                               

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Blog Tour - Heartbeats by Sarah O'Rourke @SarahORourke99

Heartbeats BY Sarah O'Rourke

He’ll fight her every step of the way. She’s fighting because there is no other way to keep him alive.

Alpha FBI agent Matteo Cassano gives the orders. He is not accustomed at all to following them. The control-freak legend of the FBI could have any woman he wants, and often had in the past. But when he meets the amazing, younger Brenna Langley, he might have finally found the woman that could change his entire life.

Brenna Langley is professional, focused, and determined to move ahead in her career at the FBI.  Having tried a few failed relationships, she had decided that romance would not be in the cards for her. That was, until Matt Cassano enters her orbit and she finds herself on a secret, covert mission to save the great man from himself. 

But what happens when these two determined personalities clash and the change is more than either one of them bargained for? And when Matt’s health becomes an issue, can the fledgling relationship survive?

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Brushing a lingering kiss to the center of her now exposed porcelain skin, he lifted his eyes to hers and smiled wolfishly.  “I was just wondering if this couch is gonna provide enough room for me,” he replied as her ran two fingers down the center of her chest until they reached the clasp of her bra.

Her voice caught in her throat at his touch, and it was an effort to even get one word out. "Room to what, exactly?" she asked as her own fingers continued to release the buttons on his shirt. Feeling his lips moving against the fabric of her plain, serviceable lace bra, Bren finally freed that last button on his shirt, her sense of victory easily swallowed up in the sensations he was causing in her body. Burying her hands in the soft springy curls on his chest, she pushed the offending shirt off of his shoulders, her desire to see him too much to ignore.  “Whatcha think you’re gonna do here, Cassano?”

Catching her eyes with his, Matteo grinned against her pale flesh.  “Sweetheart, there’s no thinking to it.  I’ve imagined what I want to do to you a thousand times in a thousand different ways.  I know that I’m about to make those fantasies a reality.  I’m on the verge of devouring this beautiful body of yours.  I’m just curious as to where you’d rather serve me that meal.  Here or in a nice comfortable bed?  I’m good either place,” he returned huskily a scant moment before his teeth captured her nipple through the material of her bra.  Growling against her skin, he suddenly offered a great prayer of thanks to the brilliant genius who first imagined the possibilities of a bra with a front closing snap as his fingers quickly flicked open the clasp.

In one fell swoop, Bren felt her bra leave her body, the insubstantial material flying through the air.  If she wasn't mistaken,  she heard it land somewhere on the linoleum in the kitchen, and at some point later on she needed to remember to congratulate him on the distance he’d achieved. At this exact moment, however, that was the last thought on her mind as his wonderfully warm mouth suddenly found her waiting breast, engulfing it quickly in the fiery heat of his mouth.

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Release Blitz / Giveaway - Avarice Unforgiving by A.C. Melody

 

 

Run. That’s Kami’s first instinct when shit gets a little too real for her peace of mind. Kink was supposed to be an escape, a release, but her mysterious Dom robbed her of that and there’s no going back. Her job was supposed to be an accomplishment, a step forward, but Mr. Kress took that from her and twisted it to his own design. They want her to submit. If Kami had her way, they’d both be kissing her ass on her way out the door. Now, there’s a new threat hanging over her head. An unknown enemy wants to expose all of Kami’s sordid, depraved secrets to the media. Little do they know, that even she has no clue who in the hell she really is...but someone does. Someone who’s about to reveal an incomprehensible tale. A truth that will unravel Kami’s entire life at the seams. Everything she’s ever believed will be altered as she’s thrust into a world she’d never feared existed, and only one undeniable fact will ring through the loudest: Running had never been an option. Trigger/Content Warning: This book contains unorthodox religious views, graphic anal sex, explicit language, dark eroticism, BDSM, violence and references to demonology, paganism and the occult. Intended for mature 18+ audiences only!

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With her sight disabled, she became more aware that the group behind her were quite chatty and flirty. She also grew increasingly aware of the man whose legs were caging her in, whose lap her bound arms were resting upon. She felt the approach of his heat, and then his hand touched her face. His fingers outlined her lips, played at the seam, before crawling their way inside. They conducted a shallow inspection at first, but gradually sank deeper. The first time she gagged, she thought he would retreat, but she was sadly mistaken. The more she choked, the deeper and more aggressively he stroked his fingers in and out. Kami could feel her eyes watering under the blindfold as she did everything in her power to keep from retching all over him. Grabbing her bound wrists, he yanked her into his hard chest as he continued to finger-fuck her throat. “If you can’t even take my fingers, demon, how the hell do you plan on taking my cock?” Once again his tone was mocking, but there was amusement behind it, rather than the cool displeasure he’d offered the anti-blindfold committee. Kami understood the question was rhetorical. Regardless if she could take it or not, his cock would be down her throat if and when he wanted—and he undoubtedly hoped she choked on it. A strange, rubbery noise sounded right before her. He’d adjusted his mask, she realized. His wet fingers abandoned the inside of her throat, cupping the curve of her jaw, and his mouth crushed down on hers. It was a whole new kind of oral sex. That was the only way to describe the aggressive, needy assault. His tongue thrust as his lips dominated hers harder and greedier, like there was some kind of climax waiting for him at the end. A preview of his skills, or a promise that it would be the only way he would invade her body, no matter which part of himself he was using? Regardless, it was ferocious, filthy, and the best damn kiss Kami had ever experienced. She could feel his mask bumping alongside her temple, as if he’d turned the bull snout to the side, but that meant his face was still mostly covered. He must not trust the blindfolds. Did that mean he wasn’t planning on removing the mask at all? Kami hoped not. She wanted him to keep it on. That way her imagination could continue filling in the blanks the way she wanted them, rather than chance being disappointed by reality. She didn’t care how damn shallow that made her. This was her night, and it was already panning out better than any Halloween before it, so no. She didn’t want anything to ruin it. “Mmm, you taste foolishly brave,” he groaned quietly as he licked and nibbled at her lips, diving back in for one last devastating kiss. Settling back in the seat, he returned the mask to its rightful place and forced her down onto her knees again. His thumb picked up its previous stroking over her lips, but when her bound wrists slid down the hard plane of his stomach and into his lap, there was no mistaking the bulging line of his erection. The feel of it had her lust spreading hotter, dampening her panties with desperate anticipation. She earned a soft mocking laugh when she started rubbing her arms over the steely line. “You like knowing what you do to my cock, demon? How hard you make it just by choking on my fingers?” he asked. “Is that what you were hoping to accomplish while you were dancing for me?” If he was trying to embarrass her with that insight, he was going to be disappointed. Knowing he knew, that he’d been aware, only turned her on more. “No, but it’s a start,” she replied. He laughed appreciatively at that, and it was far more sinister than his mocking laugh. “Ambition and Greed go hand-in-hand, little one. As you said, it’s a start.” He wanted her to be greedy? He probably shouldn’t have told her that. Before she could reply, the limo slowed to a stop, reigniting the thrill of uncertainty. When the driver opened the door, her bull man climbed out first, then reached inside and hauled her out by the waist. Once she was on her feet, he grabbed her bound wrists and started leading her across old asphalt. Her heels clicked and wobbled in the rough patches. She thought she heard water lapping and a nearby buoy. It definitely smelled like the docks. The way the noise and voices echoed indicated they were surrounded by warehouses or giant shipping containers. Again, it should have been a red flag, but Kami wasn’t afraid, only morbidly curious. It took her a moment to realize they were drawing closer to the pulsing bass of music. Her escort paused for a moment before a door opened and it washed over them loud and clear. They stopped directly inside to wait for everyone. When the metal door finally closed, her bull man untied the blindfold. Blinking in the dimly lit entrance, Kami saw that it was a makeshift foyer with draping velveteen crimson, black-and-white jack-o-lanterns, Gothic candelabras, antiqued mirrors, and other décor that would indicate they were getting ready to enter a vampire’s secret lair. Even the music thumping and crawling over her flesh was more along the lines of Screamo-Goth-Rave, than the Dubstep bass would suggest. “You know, there are at least a hundred different horror movies that begin this way,” she referred to the space around them by drawing a small square in the air with her index fingers. A more difficult task than one would think with bound wrists. “That’s what makes decorating so easy,” he said, pulling her against his body to slip a hand under her skirt and take his fill of her ass cheek. “The question is, was that just an observation or cold feet?” “My feet never get cold,” she replied. She barely heard the low rumble of his laugh when he bowed his head right beside her ear. “Careful, demon. Some might take that answer as a deliberate challenge.”

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A.C. Melody is a quirky, unconventional and often contrary (mostly to herself) hybrid author, both traditionally and self-published. She has a soft spot for hard ass alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts. Her favorite part of writing, is having the ability to explore her favorite subjects from angels she's never read before. Also, she loves putting her characters through the ringer one way or another, to expose all of the various facets that make them tick. Outside of writing, A.C. is a confessed javaholic who loves reading, music, gaming, American Football, ancient civilizations, foreign cultures and everything supernatural. She has an insatiable curiosity that tends to earn her more hobbies than time. You can find her in the beautifully green Pacific Northwest with her two teenage sons and two blue-eyed, Himalayan-Siamese mixes who think they own the joint.

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