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On the blog today a #giveaway to celebrate @writeawaybliss new #historical #erotica

Delia's Debt

by Allison West

Publisher: Blushing Books
Genre: Victorian (Historical), Romantic Erotica
Britain - 1851
At twenty-five, Delia has avoided marrying her betrothed. Her excuse: helping her father run his shop at the market. The few pence they have has run out and with no dowry, Delia doesn’t have many prospects, except for the one man she’s promised to, Fred Hill. She’d rather set herself on fire than marry him.
In secret, she’s been reading the newspaper and communicating with a gentleman across town that is in dire need of a governess. How bad could schooling a young girl be?
With a knack for thievery, Delia convinces her father’s coachman to take her to the train station, set out for an adventure far from home. Meeting the elusive and handsome Charles Hayward proves troubling as she learns that she’d stolen from him and will be expected to pay him back her debt. Charles runs a strict household and expects constant obedience. Discovering true submission and his desire to discipline, Delia finds her bottom bared far more than she’d like.
Not for the faint of heart, Delia’s Debt contains elements of age play, anal play, scenes of spanking, and graphic sex.
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About the Author

  Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in BDSM, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.   Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. You can find more about Allison on Facebook and Twitter.   Visit her website here: http://spankingauthor.com/   Don’t miss these exciting titles by Allison West and Blushing Books!     Little Secrets Jailed Little Jade Enrolling Little Etta The Nanny Fire Licked The Murderess Betrayed by Blood  

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Shy and serious by day—insatiable by night new #BDSM #taboo from @lisabetsarai


A Journey to Pleasure and Love

I’m here to share a bit about my newest release, Incognito. This novel chronicles the experiences of a young woman learning to trust her own sexuality. Scarred by the cruelty of her first lover, Miranda Cahill takes refuge in her studies. Though she tries to deny her needs, her attempts to suppress her libido ultimately fail. She finds herself engaging in increasingly extreme sexual scenarios with strangers who have no notion who she is. Her body demands satisfaction, but Miranda’s not willing to risk her heart—not until her equally adventurous colleague Mark Anderson wins her confidence and her heart. She comes to realize that Mark is not only her soul mate, but also her companion in the quest for erotic pleasure, and that far from being opposites, lust and love a mutually reinforcing. 


Incognito
By Lisabet Sarai

New, expanded edition!


Betrayed and abandoned by her first lover, shy and studious Miranda Cahill freezes in response to any sexual attention from someone she knows and likes.

During the day, she works diligently on her doctoral thesis. At night, though, she finds herself drawn into increasingly extreme sexual encounters with strangers. Her anonymous secret life begins to take over when she discovers that the masked seducer she meets in a sex club and the charismatic young professor courting her are the same man.

Reader Advisory: This book contains mention of incest involving an aunt and nephew and also scenes of incest involving a pair of M/F cousins. There is both M/M and F/F content within this book, as well as public sex, ménage et trois, swapping of partners, use of foreign objects during sex, anal sex and a scene of dubious consent.

18+ excerpt

Later, they walked out of the restaurant, into the humid, velvety night. “Come back to Beacon Hill with me,” said Miranda. “We can have a cappuccino at the café across from my apartment, and you can meet Heathcliff.”

“Heathcliff? Shades of Wuthering Heights! I thought you shared your apartment with a woman.”

“Heathcliff’s my cat, a real sweetie. Lucy, my roommate, is away. In fact, she’s in Paris, with the latest love of her life.”

“Sounds like an interesting lady.”

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you,” said Miranda. “But anyway, that’s her private business.” She swallowed hard. “So, are you coming?” She tried to sound offhand, but she wanted him so badly that her voice came out in a little squawk.

“I’d love to,” said Mark, putting his arm around her shoulder as they headed for the subway station. “That is, if you want me to.”

Miranda did not answer, simply enjoying his warm, casual, comfortable touch.

Heathcliff met them at the door. He nosed suspiciously around Mark’s sandals, then jumped up on the bookshelf and stared at him. Mark held out his hand. Heathcliff gave it a perfunctory sniff. Then he began rubbing his head and chin against the outstretched fingers, purring loudly.

“He likes you,” said Miranda, delighted at Heathcliff’s approval of her new flame. “He’s a friendly cat, but he’s usually a bit standoffish for the first half hour or so.”

Mark scratched the orange tabby under the chin. The purr volume ratcheted up a notch.

“He’s great,” said Mark. “And this is a fantastic apartment. Fourteen-foot ceilings, oak floors, and a marble mantelpiece. Does the fireplace work?”

“You want a fire on a sweltering night like this?”

“Not when I’m with a hot number like you. But it might be cozy to cuddle up here in the winter.”

Miranda found that she was blushing. His joking compliment, plus his oblique reference to a future together, made her feel even warmer. “So, would you like a glass of wine? Or would you rather go across the street for coffee?”

Mark flopped down on her sofa as if it were his own. Heathcliff immediately curled up beside him. “Wine would be wonderful. Coffee would keep me awake, and I need to be rested for that lecture tomorrow.”

Miranda retrieved the open bottle of Pinot Grigio from the refrigerator and poured two glasses. Handing him one, she sat down next to him with her own goblet, on the opposite side from Heathcliff’s tawny body. “To London,” she said, raising her glass.

“To London, and other adventures.”

They took a few silent sips. What now? thought Miranda. She tingled all over from nervousness, but for once there was no knot of fear in her belly. Mark was looking at her, searching her face as if trying to read her thoughts. The silence lengthened. Ever so slowly, as if he were afraid that she might flee, he reached for her hand. His skin was warm and dry. She suddenly remembered the way he had stroked her palm, the first time they met. The recollection gave her a little thrill.

She wondered at her own shyness. Given her recent escapades, she could hardly be called sexually inexperienced, yet she felt as much like a virgin now as she had with Geoff.

He was still staring at her, their hands clasped. He must be waiting for me to make the first move, thought Miranda. 

“Mark…”

“Miranda…”

 They collapsed in laughter as they spoke simultaneously. Somehow, the shared humor erased the tension. Miranda turned toward him and kissed him.

His response was immediate and electrifying. His arms encircled her, pulling her close to his chest, while he returned her kiss with a ferocity that was astounding. It was a probing, aggressive, challenging kiss, a kiss that sought out her secrets. His tongue danced in her mouth, boldly exploring. Her sex rippled in response. It was almost as if his tongue was dancing down there, darting in and out of her swollen labia .

Miranda moaned and rubbed her breasts against his torso. Her nipples were hard and round as hazelnuts. She was hungry for him, dying to have him touch her. 

As if in response to her thought, he slid one hand under her shirt and brushed a fingertip across her tit. That simple touch made her writhe. When he rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the sensations dragged her to the very edge of climax. He continued to kiss her, more voluptuously than before, tracing the outline of her lips with his tongue, nibbling and caressing.

Hazy with lust, Miranda realized that she had never been this aroused. Not with Geoff. Not with Big Daddy. Everything Mark did felt good. He smelled good, tasted good. She wanted him to surround her and penetrate her. She wanted their bodies to melt together into one.


 About Lisabet

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter

Can I just wander into the club naked? #WIP #eroticromance for #MWTease this week

 #MWTease this week comes from WIP , 'Incident at the Candy Apple'
Releasing later this year from Hot Ink Press

He stood and walked to the door. He turned around and held the door handle with his fingertips even though the rope bit at him. It took a few moments but he turned it. He concentrated on not letting it slip from his grasp, and bunny hopped to move the heavy door. Thankful he’d taken up weight training for stress relief, he dragged the door open, his biceps only straining a little, and slid behind it. Using his hard ass to keep it open, he stepped into the corridor. As the door closed, it hit on his fingertips. It was then he felt soft fabric under the soles of his feet. His pants were strewn on the tiled floor. He bent and picked them up, but of course, when he stood, they dangled behind him from his tied hands.
Jake took a deep breath. Can I just wander into the club naked? Maybe I should try the surveillance dials after all. A tremor of apprehension passed through him as he tried to open the door to go back into the room, in the same way as he’d opened it to get out.
Holy shit. 
He couldn’t do it. 
The fucking handle won’t turn. A smile tugged at his lips and then he started to laugh.
He looked down at his suit pants and still chuckling he sat down and started the strange activity of trying to get them on. He pushed one leg into the top and then the other leg. He had to do this three times before they were positioned so that he could shuffle the pants almost on, then do a hog tied type position to reach the waistband with his tied hands and drag it over his ass. Jake couldn’t stop smiling as he knelt, then stood holding onto his pants with a tenuous backwards grip. He managed to wriggle his cock into the side of the open fly. The smile left his mouth as he considered what a spectacle he’d be, but he padded down the corridor to the main area.
The low lights didn’t quite reach to the very side of the room and he hugged the wall in the shadows until he had to reveal himself in the white downlights of the small bar counter at the far end. A couple stared at him. Another couple smiled and looked away. The bartender, eyes wide, leaned across the bar. “Fuck me, Jake, what’s going on?”

Jake gave him a wry grin. “Girl left me like this. Get the rope off will you, please, Tom?”
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016 HIP 

On the 'Late Shift' #newrelease #eroticromance from @AlexaSinclaire and @evernightpub



She knew his name. He was always on the late shift at the construction site she walked past every night on the way home from work. Beyond that, he was a mystery. None of that stopped her from inviting him up to her apartment every night and letting him give her the best orgasms she’d ever had. She couldn’t trust herself to give him anything else. And he never asked for more.

He knew it wasn’t right—night after night he walked her home during his break and she always let him have her, anyway he wanted. She never said no, never turned him away, and she brought him apple pie to top it all off. He knew she deserved more but he wasn’t sure he could give it to her.

When disaster hits, can they confess that they both wanted more?


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Excerpt
“So tell me, Tilda, do you often invite men you meet on the street up to your apartment for hot cocoa?” His voice was deep and as he drew out ‘hot cocoa’, she realized how suggestive her invitation must have sounded.
“Oh my God, no, never. Of course not. That’s just stupid. And dangerous. And irresponsible. And stupid. I said that already.” Shit, she was rambling.
Ryan tilted his head to the side, observing her, and she bit her lip to stop herself from spitting out some other moronic reason as to why she shouldn’t invite strangers into her apartment.
“But you invited me up here. And you didn’t even know my name. I could do anything to you. No one even knows I’m here. No one saw us go inside together. You’re a tiny little thing and I could do whatever I wanted.”
He lowered the hot cocoa to the counter behind him and took hers from her hands. Tilda tried not to tremble as his fingers brushed against hers. He was right. Under normal circumstances, she would never bring a strange man up to her apartment, especially in the middle of the night. She wouldn’t have even let him walk her home.
But how she was responding to Ryan was not normal. None of this was normal.
“Don’t you want your hot cocoa?” Her own voice had become husky, and she hated how aroused she sounded.
“I think you know exactly what I want, but first you need to answer me.”
“I didn’t realize you asked me a question.” He smirked and she had to stop herself from reaching out and touching the dimple in his cheek. Shaved head and tattooed paired with a dimple? God, he was lethal combination.
“Why did you invite me up if you know how dangerous it is?”
“Because I know you won’t hurt me.” It sounded so stupid, so ridiculously stupid, but it was the truth. She was drawn to him and she knew by the way he couldn’t stop staring at her that he felt it. “You had plenty of opportunity to drag me into a dark alley on the way here if you wanted to hurt me, and you didn’t.”
He ran his knuckles down her cheek before cupping her face with his large hand. She leaned into it without noticing. He felt so good, so strong, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t crave his touch elsewhere on her body. 

About Alexa Sinclaire
Alexa Sinclaire writes erotic romance: the hotter the better. Originally from the East Coast, she now lives in England with her very own Alpha male British husband.
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His Prize #BDSM from @mamaD8 and @evernightpub #darkromance


Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my newest release His Prize. I fell hopelessly in love with all of The Cleaners when I was writing Ren and Susie’s story, and I hope readers will too. His Prize was, in fact, my first attempt at writing dark romance and I enjoyed it so much that the series was born. All of The Cleaners will find and claim their ladies in future books, so look out for them. J


Now without further ado, I give you Ren and Susie. Enjoy!



It’s the choice of her life—submit or die.
When Susie Elliot stumbles into the middle of a clean-up, undertaken by none other than Ellis Reynolds, she expects her life to be over. No one disturbs this ruthlessly efficient killer and lives to tell the tale.
The man they call Ren has no time for tender feelings, but there is something about the curvaceous redhead that calls to him. Rather than killing her he claims her as his prize. One night should be more than enough time to get her out of his system. However, Susie’s submission means Ren has to confront emotions, completely alien to him. Killing is easy. This relationship thing is fraught with problems.
When his criminal activities catch up with him, loyalties are tested to the max, and Susie has another choice to make—walk away, or stay and accept the darkness within.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, impact play


Excerpt:

“Problem, Sir?” she asked and did her best to glare at him. “You mean apart from being kept a prisoner by you?”
Her frown deepened when Ren swung his head back and laughed.
“Yes, apart from that small detail. And watch the sass. You’re not in a position to exhibit any. I still owe you a punishment as it stands. I’m referring to the loan sharks, for starters.”
He paused to assess her reaction, and when she simply stared at him, seemingly lost for words, he smirked.
“They won’t bother you again, as I’ve pointed out the error of their ways of collecting on our territory. Once they realized you were a Huntly girl, they couldn’t have been more cooperative. Shame, really, I’d have enjoyed killing them…”
A strangled groan escaped her at his words, and he drank in her sudden fear.
“Which leaves your punishment.”
Her eyes widened when he walked over to the rack where he kept his assortment of impact play toys. Running his fingers slowly along them he kept an eye on her expression. The whip made her tense, whereas the flogger made her breathing speed up in seeming anticipation. The cane elicited a similar reaction to the whip, whereas the paddles didn’t seem to faze her at all. In the end he settled for one of his personal favorites. He knew he made the right decision when she didn’t seem capable of tearing her eyes away from the riding crop. She jumped when he slapped it into his open hand, and shivers raced over her skin as he traced the end around her nipples. The little pink nubs firmed under the gentle pressure he used, and Susie gasped when he slapped the underside of each breasts with the end of the crop. Not hard enough to truly hurt her, just enough to leave a very satisfactory red mark behind. Her sweet musk increased, and a quick glance between her open legs confirmed what Ren already knew. She was getting off on this.
Her ex had been most informative in the end. Then again, being strung up by one’s balls tended to make a man sing like a fucking canary. Ren knew all he needed to about this delightful young woman. A natural submissive, she’d thrived under the experienced Doms in the club, Ren, too, occasionally attended. She had been less responsive to Brian’s brand of sadism. Then again that wanker wouldn’t know what to do with true submission if it hit him in the ass and bit him. He’d only been interested in getting Suzie trained up, so that he could sell her on. When the redhead had realized his plans, she’d run. Straight to Huntly and ultimately Ren, which meant her delectable curves were now his for the taking.
He ran the tip of the crop lower, over the quivering flesh of her rounded belly, until he hit the juncture of her thighs. A groan escaped his girl when he teased the crop up and down either side of her slit, and her puffy lips swelled further as more blood rushed to the area. Her clit stood even more erect, and Suzie’s whole body stiffened when he ran lazy circles around that bundle of nerves. The chains clanked, her toes curled under, and her breaths came in short, staccato bursts. More of her sweet musk escaped her clenching hole and dribbled down into the cleft of her ass, as her body climbed toward release.
“I haven’t given you permission to come, pumpkin, remember that.”
Another one of those cock hardening groans was her response, and chuckling Ren increased the pressure he used, while Suzie bit her lips so hard she drew blood in her seeming effort to control her body. The fact that she did wasn’t lost on him. The girl’s submissive streak ran deep, and she had been well trained indeed to respond to his command so instinctively.
“Good girl, how close are you right now?”
Ren withdrew the crop after one long last swipe through her sodden slit, which left the leather soaked in her juices. Such a fucking turn-on.
When she didn’t answer him, he brought the crop down hard on her quivering clit.
Susie screamed and bucked against her restraints, and the fire in her passion glazed eyes when she glared at him made his balls ache anew. There she was, his little hell cat.
“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer, girl, otherwise, I shall leave you strapped up liked this all night, and in a chastity belt to boot, with both your holes plugged and no chance of any relief soon.”
Ren smirked at the way she frantically shook her head.
“Sir, please. I … don’t I get a safeword?”
Tears streamed down Susie’s face, and Ren shook his head in wry amusement.
“How cute that you think this is an option here. Let’s get one thing straight, girl. You’re mine, and I’m going to do to you what I damn well please, and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop me.”
Susie sniffed and gave a reluctant nod.
“Fine, but I hate you.”
The words were brave, but there was no conviction behind them, and when Ren resumed the slow torture of her clit with the end of the crop, Suzie’s feminine mewls of need told him an entirely different story.
“So you say, but your body wants me anyway. Here, taste how wet you are for the man you profess to hate.”
Ren slowly brought the crop up her curves, leaving a wet trail of her arousal behind on her flawless skin, and it was a matter of moments to shove the crop past her lips.
A gasp was his reward, and Ren smiled.
“Lick it clean, and then tell me again how much you hate what I’m doing to you.”

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Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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Meet the elusive Jay Levesque #MMromance #gayromance release day interview and hot #teaser @EncompassInk @HotInkBooks


When Connor Douglas takes a tropical island holiday, he hopes to leave heartbreak behind. Little does he know the extent of the danger and sexual temptation that awaits him.
Long after Jay Levesque has closed down his operations on the very same tropical island, the memory of Connor haunts him.
Warm nights and scorching sex has someone’s heart in chains.





Read the teaser:
Jay grabbed him and somehow they were back in an embrace. This time Jay kissed Connor.

The passion in the kiss exploded in Connor’s mind and he grabbed Jay’s head. He kissed Jay hard, thrusting his tongue into Jay’s mouth, his hands fisting in Jay’s hair, and he tugged to keep Jay’s mouth against his.

Jay’s groan of pleasure filtered through Connor’s haze of lust as they straightened out their bodies and pressed together, each rubbing their erect cocks on the other’s stomach.

Connor’s towel had come off and he was naked in Jay’s arms. His cock ached it was so hard. He moaned into Jay’s open mouth. “I can’t believe how fucking much you turn me on.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2016, Encompass Ink


Meet the elusive Jay Levesque:

Hi Jay, Welcome to the blog

Jay: (Smiles) Hi, It's great to be here.

So tell us a little about yourself.

Jay: Well, you understand I can't say too much, because of spoilers but more for personal work reasons.
I'm six two, I have hair that is dark, but in certain lights it shows up some chestnut color. Blue eyes that Connor says are really turquoise. Weird huh? My work's secret. I have to keep it that way for the time being. I've recently moved cities and I'm loving Boston. 

What about the story, can you tell us something about that?

Jay: It's an adventure/suspense/ love story. (Grins) Naturally, it might not be an adventure if you're on the receiving end of what I dish out during my work. It's a love story for sure. I'm bowled over when I meet Connor. I've never felt like that before. The story happens in a warm and lovely environment, pale blue oceans, palm trees, but my life there's a little dangerous. I've always been in dangerous work and I try to explain that to Connor towards the end of the story.

You mention Connor a lot. Tell us about him.

Jay: He's brave. He's hot. You know one of those guys who is really good looking and doesn't know it. He's a scientist, though not at all what you'd expect. I mean the stereotype of a scientist doesn't fit him at all. He's cool, loves music, working out, and me, thankfully. (Smiles)

What's hot about the story?

Jay: The weather. Me. The love scenes. A sarong. (grins) And Connor of course. The first time I kiss him is so moving, I have to hightail it or fall down at his feet. I have to be fierce to him from time to time, so I'm hiding how I feel then, but when I touch him, damn, it's like an electric shock right to my ... uh ... maybe I can't say where here.

I think we can guess. Do have anything else you'd like to tell us?

Thank you for inviting me to talk with you. I hope people like the story. It's really Connor's and my own journey to something we've always wanted. 

Thanks Jay. He smiles. 


About Elodie:
I’m a writer who is in love with happy endings, currently based in southern UK.
I love: music, art, flowers, trees, the ocean. I work with antiques by day and words by night. Like a vampire, darkness is my friend, that’s when the silence is only broken by an occasional hoot of owls in the woodlands opposite my home, and I write.
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Can a bad reputation hide a good heart? #MM #romance from guest author @bellasettarra #westernromance

‘The Men of Moone Mountain’ Book 2

by Bella Settarra


Can a bad reputation hide a good heart?
After realizing everyone he has been with only wanted him for his money, Rich Buchanan, the billionaire’s son, gives up the dream of a serious relationship and gets his kicks sleeping around. He prefers men, but he only brings home women, since his father would be horrified to find out Rich was gay. But secrets are hard to keep among the rich, and his antics soon earn him the nickname “The Red-Light Wrangler” when people discover that money exchanges hands whenever he sleeps with a guy.

When Nate Walker starts work as Assistant Foreman at the Buchanan Ranch, his good looks and gorgeous body immediately pique Rich’s interest. And despite the gossip, Nate can’t help falling for him, either. But when Rich’s cousin Joey decides to blackmail Rich to pay off his debts, he soon realizes he could get much more out of the situation. Outing his gay cousin and causing a rift between Rich and his father could be just the thing to secure his own position as Frank Buchanan’s sole heir.

Rich has no one to turn to but his lover. But Nate has secrets of his own, and his reasons for being at the ranch are not entirely honorable...

Story Excerpt

“Sorry to hear about your dad, Rich.” Kent Freeman, the Deputy Sheriff, stood there with a grim expression on his face. “Mind if I come in?”
Rich stood back, allowing the tall, handsome guy into his house. He had expected him to go straight into the office, but Kent turned into the sitting room where his eyes went directly to the small table. Shit!
Rich felt his stomach lurch as Kent stared down at the note. “This arrive today?”
“Yeah. I just found it in the mailbox.” Rich frowned. He had expected Kent to be surprised by the note, but he seemed to take it in his stride.
“Mind if I get it fingerprinted?” Kent asked, not even touching the paper.
Rich shrugged. “Be my guest. You know who it’s from?”
Kent sighed as he put on a glove before placing the note in a plastic bag he pulled from his back pocket. “Do you?”
“I’ve got my suspicions,” Rich replied.
“Let me guess. Your cousin Joey or Cole Jackson?”
Rich gawped at him. “How in hell do you know that?”
“You should’ve come to us right at the beginning,” Kent admonished. “Could’ve saved everyone a lot of time and trouble.”
“You took Cole Jackson in about the poisoning, said you couldn’t pin anything on him,” Rich reminded him. “Anything after that would just sound like sour grapes.”
“We didn’t know about your cousin trying to blackmail you. Or Dan Robertson’s involvement.” Kent looked at him, shaking his head.
Rich sighed. “Kent, you know how it is. I’m gay, man. Dad’ll go mad if he finds out. I’ll lose everything.” He slumped into the nearest armchair, and Kent followed suit in the one opposite.
“Being gay ain’t a crime, Rich, but blackmail is. And so is poisoning horses.”
“I know, but Dad won’t see it that way. He’ll disown me, I know he will. Joey knows it, too.”
“That’s what he’s banking on,” Kent agreed. “But you’ve lost half your livestock because of this. And if you can’t prove you didn’t do it yourself you won’t even get the insurance pay out.”
Rich took a swig of his whiskey. “So, will this prove I didn’t do it?” He gestured to the note which the deputy had put in his pocket.
Kent Freeman shook his head. “Nope. I’m afraid it just gives you a motive.”


Adult Excerpt

Suddenly Rich grabbed hold of Wyatt’s muscular arms and pulled him down onto the bed. He got up and stood over him, yanking the blond guy’s long, hairy legs over his shoulders. He heard a loud gasp as he hauled him down the bed to get a better position.
Wyatt grabbed a condom from the nightstand and passed it up to Rich. He snatched it out of his hand and grinned when he opened it. Ribbed. He rolled the rubber onto his pulsating dick and yanked the guy’s hairy ass open. He heard a yelp, but paid him no heed. He watched Wyatt screw his eyes shut and barked at him. “Look at me!”
Wyatt’s eyes shot open and he stared up at him. Rich had a sense of satisfaction at his control. He lined his cock up to the gaping asshole and stared into Wyatt’s eyes as he thrust past the tight rim.
“Aah!” Wyatt’s panicked eyes seemed to glaze over and his jaw tensed.
Rich massaged the guy’s ass with one hand, while stroking his cock with the other until Wyatt’s face relaxed. Then he pumped hard into him, eliciting another loud yell. The cowboy’s shouts soon became excited as the pain must have morphed to pleasure and he began grunting with each thrust. Rich grinned as he pounded hard into the guy’s ass. He needed this. He closed his eyes and Nate Walker’s face flashed into his mind. He felt himself grinning as he thrust harder and harder, visualizing Nate lying naked before him, Nate groaning in ecstasy.
When Rich opened his eyes they were watery and glazed. All he could see was a mass of blond hair on the bed and, with his mind still on Nate Walker, he moaned loudly. He felt the body beneath him thrusting back toward him and heard fevered yelps and groans. The fire in his belly was roaring now and he felt like his whole body was a raging furnace. He hammered hard into the ass under him, yanking on the dick in his hand. With a loud grunt the body he was fucking convulsed and he felt cum like boiling lava trailing down his hand. His own orgasm wracked him and he pounded hard into the guy’s ass, over and over. Lights flashed in front of his eyes and he heard himself roar as relief swept through him. He just kept thrusting until he was finally satisfied. His breathing was rampant as he slunk onto the bed next to his partner, and he felt the cool air wash over his sweating body.
Both men lay in silence, heaving at the air, eyes closed for several minutes. Rich’s eyes opened slowly and he stared at the face next to his. For a split second he had actually expected to see Nate Walker lying there, but realized in horror that it wasn’t. While Wyatt’s eyes were still closed, Rich shot to his feet and grabbed his clothes before heading off to find the bathroom down the hall. He disposed of the condom and splashed cold water over his face and torso. His breathing was still rapid and he took a glass of water to try to recover himself. Pulling his clothes back onto his still-sweaty body felt horrid, and he left his shirt unbuttoned, hoping that the cold night air would cool him off a bit.
His head automatically faced the bedroom when he retreated from the bathroom, but he thought better of it. Like a thief in the night he made for the front door and slipped out. The cold night air bit him hard, and he shivered as he climbed into his car. Opening the windows wide he relished the freezing cold of the wind as it swept through his hair and over his flushed body. He needed the cold. He needed the space.
He needed Nate Walker.


About Bella Settarra
In Bella’s world all the heroes are gorgeous hunks and the heroines are always beautiful. Having said that, she firmly believes that ‘handsome is as handsome does’ and that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’. (She is also a big fan of clichés as well as alliteration!)
She has been hanging out with her ‘imaginary friends’ for a couple of years now and finds the profession exhilarating and intriguing.  Her stories are all Erotic Romances, although they vary considerably in subject-matter.
She loves writing Cowboy Romances and was thrilled when the first book in her The Men of Moone Mountain series, (Etopia Press), entitled Ménage on Moone Mountain, received a nomination for the Ménage Romances Fan’s Award 2015 and became an ARe Bestseller, and the third book in this series, Ménage on Ryder Ranch was also nominated for the Erotic Ménages Romances 2016 . The fourth book in this series, Ménage at the Mode Boutique is now also available in digital format. She is currently writing another Cowboy series, Midnight in Montana (Siren Publishing), the first of which, Dallas at Midnight, is already available, with the second, Meet Me at Midnight due for release in June 2016.
Her Collar and Cuffs series (Etopia Press) also received an ARe Bestseller Award for Waiting on Summer, which has also been nominated for the BDSM Writers Con Golden Flogger Award 2016. This series was set in a BDSM club in Miami, and was a joy to write.
Her writing career began, however, in the fantasy/myth genre, with her first series Sirens and Sailors (Siren Publishing). Although this was a series of six novels, it actually started out as a short story! This was a delight to write and was proof positive that her High School Classical Studies lessons weren’t wasted.
She has also had a couple of short stories published in Men for Hire and Men for Hire 2 (Luminosity Publishing) and even had some rather raunchy poems included in Coming Together in Verse.
 Not everyone is perfect – but it’s the character flaws which make them interesting, she believes. As in life, things don’t always run smoothly, but it’s the twists and turns which provide the drive to keep going, even when it just feels like an uphill struggle. Bella is currently fighting her own battle against breast cancer – a battle which she is determined to win – and believes that all women have the right to feel sexy even when they are battle-scarred.
She hopes you enjoy your foray into her world and would love to connect with you at:       http://bellasettarrabooks.blogspot.co.uk