Wednesday, 9 November 2016

New Release - Meredith’s Mates by Clair de Lune

Trouble is brewing on Hades. Strome has a reputation for cruelty and when he tries to force a pair of innocent young people into mating with him, winged Meredith goes to rescue them. Little does he expect his life to change forever. He meets and rescues the mates he's been searching for all his adult life.
Safely back on Prosper, he sets out to win their love and make them forget their ill treatment at the hands of Strome. However, a misunderstanding brings danger to his mates from an unexpected quarter.
Will Meredith succeed in thwarting the plans of a wicked woman determined to get her way? Will he rescue his mates from a future of slavery, and can he convince them of his true feelings toward them?

Background to the story
 After I’d written Angel in Hell, based on an image sent to me by a reader, another reader sent me this image of a bronze winged being and inspired Meredith’s story. He was a significant minor character in the first book, and I felt he deserved his own story.


There was a sharp knock on the door. Meredith happened to be crossing the hallway, so he decided to answer the door himself. As he drew nearer to it, he heard voices he recognised.
“Why have you dragged me here?” Oronsay asked.
“I told you why. We need his help,” Colonsay replied in a petulant voice.
“He won’t want to go there. I told you that already.”
“He must. We need him to do this. There’s no one else who is so perfect.”
Meredith listened indulgently for a while, and then he opened the door. He suffered a pang as his gaze fell on Oronsay, such a beautiful young man. There was a greater confidence in his air now, but he was still under Colonsay’s thumb. She positively glowed, and as his gaze flowed over her, he noticed the softly rounded belly and all was explained. These babies would be Oronsay’s, so no wonder he was so protective.
“Well. What are you two doing here? Do come inside,” Meredith suggested.
“Thank you,” Oronsay replied as he gave his arm to his mate to help her into the house. Meredith smiled. He ushered them into the main room and sent the servant, who was hovering in the hall to collect refreshment. Until he returned, they chatted about indifferent topics. Meredith sensed that, in spite of custom, Colonsay wouldn’t be able to keep the real reason for her visit until they had taken wine, or fruit juice and cakes. He was correct. No sooner had the servant deposited the tray on the small table and departed, than she turned her small face to him.
“Lord Meredith, I’ve come to ask you for a favour.”
“What can I do for you, my dear?”
“My cousins are in trouble, on Hades,” she said.
“I see. What exactly is it that you need me to do?” A loud knock fell upon the door. The servant went to open it. It was on Meredith’s lips to tell him to say his master wasn’t available, when he recognised the voice. Arielle came into the room and looked ruefully at his mates.
“What are you doing here, Colonsay? Why are you allowing her to bother Meredith, Oronsay?” In the five years since he’d formed his triad and taken his inheritance as the rightful ruler of Prosper, he’d grown in maturity and assurance. The settled life suited him. He was very protective of his mates, and justifiably proud of his achievements.
“What is it, my dear? Why can’t I help?” Arielle asked.
“Because you have formed your triad, and you are so well-known on Hades. This has to be a man who has yet to do that,” Colonsay said in a soft voice, holding out her hand to her lord, who took it, turned it, and placed several kisses upon her wrist.
“You’d better explain it all to me, to us,” Arielle suggested.
“First you must be seated and take some wine, while you do that Colonsay can explain,” Meredith said.
“My cousins are in trouble on Hades,” Colonsay repeated for Arielle’s benefit.
“How do you know that? Have you received word recently?” Meredith asked.
“No. They can’t send word, but I know.”
“She’s talking about the rapport between females. She can’t read minds, or any such thing, but she can sense when one of her close female relatives is in distress,” Oronsay explained.
“Ah, I see, but why can’t you ask Arielle? Surely as your mate he’s the one who should do this?” Meredith asked.
“Arielle has formed his triad, and so he can’t be the one to go and rescue them,” Colonsay explained.
By this time Arielle had taken his wine, but declined the proffered cakes.
“Vatersay has just come of age. Her mate, Berneray, has been of age for two years and living in her family for three. They will both be well trained by now, and, as they are both of age, there is pressure on them to marry. I don’t know the details, but I do know she’s in danger. She’s distressed, and we must do something.”
 Colonsay stood up and started to pace about the room. Her delicate wings fluttered reflecting her agitation. Oronsay and Arielle rose and the latter took them both in his arms, bent his head, and folded his wings about them.
Meredith felt distinctly de trop. The private moment didn’t last long, but when Arielle released his mates, they both looked much more at ease. Meredith envied them this closeness and support. He’d been thinking about forming his own triad, but he had no candidates in mind, so he was open to the suggestion of going to Hades to seek them. After all, Arielle had returned from his adventure there with two mates who made him very happy. What do I have to lose?
“You are forgetting Kaleen and his mate, Sheeva. It’s true that since he was exiled to Hades, there’s been a lot more contact with that island. I wouldn’t like to fall foul of him. I have too much to lose now,” Arielle said. When he saw how agitated Colonsay became, he continued, “but if you think it’s the only way, then go I will, my pet.”
“I can go alone,” Meredith offered.
“No, it has to do with my mate’s family, so I will go with you. Besides, I’ve been there and I know a little about the customs. Oronsay, you will remain here and guard Colonsay.”
“No! I have to go. Vatersay won’t know either of you. Your size alone will scare her. I must go to reassure her. You don’t know our customs well enough either, so you need someone to advise you. Oronsay can stay here and take care of all those things you do when I’m not allowed to go with you. If I’m not around for him to worry about, he will be better able to concentrate on that.”
Arielle smiled.
“In your condition…” he began.
“Do not go down that road, my Lord. I’m very well, and a sea voyage would do me the world of good, according to the healers,” she countered.

© Clair de Lune, Siren publishing, 2016


Meredith held his breath. He’d needed to offer them a way out, but he really hoped they wouldn’t take it. He watched as Vatersay nodded to Berneray, and then Berneray stood up and came over to him. Vatersay took a little longer, but she followed Berneray’s example. Meredith stood and held out his arms. They wrapped theirs around him, and Meredith folded his great wings around himself and his family. He breathed in the fragrance of the herbs in the soap they’d used to bathe. They were aromatic and pleasing to the senses, but mingled with the special scent that was theirs and theirs alone, the effect was heady, and a little overwhelming. He felt the need to protect them, but also a growing desire.
“Come and sit with me,” Meredith suggested. He sat on the sofa, and they placed themselves on either side of him. He placed an arm around each and was delighted that they responded at once, leaning into him and snuggling into his embrace. Vatersay freed herself and knelt on the sofa. She took his face between her small hands and gazed into his eyes. Meredith looked back at her, warmth and desire in his eyes. She caught her breath, and then she leaned in and kissed him tentatively.
He longed to seize her in his arms and crush her to him as he possessed her mouth, but he restrained himself, with difficulty. He clasped her gently in one arm. She ran her small tongue along the seam of his lips and he opened for her, inviting her in. She flicked her tongue over his, and then she dipped into his mouth. As he stroked her tongue with his, she moaned and grasped his hair in her small fists. She pulled him closer to her. He accepted the invitation and plundered her mouth. He kissed her long and deeply, until she was panting and heated. He released her and turned to Berneray who knelt on the sofa and offered his mouth to his lord. Vatersay snuggled close and licked and nipped Meredith’s chest and neck as Meredith took possession of Berneray’s mouth. The scent of the soap that they’d used was different on Berneray. The musk of his arousal, and his hard cock pressing into Meredith as they kissed, enflamed them both. Meredith’s dick began to grow uncomfortably hard.
He felt Vatersay slip out of his embrace and off the sofa. Her hands relieved him of his loincloth. She took his cock in one hand and ran her tongue over the engorged head, dipping into his slit with increasing pressure as her other hand caressed his balls. His dick throbbed with a life of its own. She licked and nibbled at the pulsing vein on the side of his cock. At the same time, she kneaded and rolled his balls in his sac. She seemed to know exactly when pressure became pain and avoided causing him discomfort. Berneray’s arms were around Meredith’s neck and he kissed his lord long and passionately. He rubbed his chest against Meredith’s and his hands stroked down his neck to find his nipples. Meredith groaned as Berneray rolled and plucked at the buds.
As Berneray kissed licked and nibbled his way to where his hands played, Vatersay swirled her tongue around the head of Meredith’s dick, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. Berneray took one of Meredith’s nipples into his mouth, pinching and flicking the other. Vatersay sucked his cock deeply into her mouth, using her tongue to caress him, and then she sucked in her cheeks, taking him deeper and driving him inexorably to the edge. His hips began to move and she stilled, allowing him to fuck her mouth. The pressure began to build, and he thrust deep in and out of her mouth until he came. His hot seed shot into the back of her throat and she swallowed obligingly. When he was done, she licked him clean, allowing his softening dick to slip from between her lips.
Meredith lay back on the sofa, sated and almost humming in contentment. When he had recovered sufficiently, he enfolded them in his arms and wrapped his wings about them, enclosing them in a private world of their own, again. The feeling of joy that possessed him, as well as the urge to defend these two against any possible hurt or danger, surprised him by its intensity. He could have remained there forever, but his mates needed him. He released them, and led them to the large bed. He folded his wings and lay down on his back. He held out his arms and was delighted at the speed with which they both cuddled into his embrace. He sighed contentedly, and then he turned to kiss Berneray again.
The man’s mouth, with its plump lips was just as delightful to taste as Meredith had imagined. He couldn’t get enough of him. Meredith surged into the kiss, dominating his man as Berneray lay back to receive him, caressing Meredith’s arms and chest. Meredith loved the feel of Berneray’s hands on him. He responded by gathering him into his arms. He lifted him off the bed, so that Berneray’s more delicate wings didn’t have to bear the weight of both their bodies. Berneray sucked on Meredith’s tongue, and then he used to tip of his own to tease and incite. He moaned in pleasure when Meredith responded. His cock was hot and hard against Meredith’s belly. Meredith withdrew his tongue and Berneray followed, plunging into his lord’s mouth and seizing the tip of his tongue in his teeth, flicking his own tongue back and forth over the captive tip. Vatersay hopped off the bed and Meredith heard her pad round the bed and get onto the bed behind Berneray. She nestled into his back, and her small hands stroked Meredith’s arms. Her lips and tongue followed as she nipped and licked her way to his hands. She sucked one thumb into her mouth, alternating between licking, sucking, and nipping. Meredith grew hard once more as he remembered that hot little mouth on his cock. He broke off the kiss and lay back panting. Vatersay looked at him, smiled, and then she climbed over Berneray and lay on Meredith’s chest. She framed his face with her hands as their gazes locked, and then she kissed him soundly. He wanted to fuck them both so badly and right now. As he kissed Vatersay long and passionately, his cock swelled until it seemed to have a mind of its own. He released
Vatersay’s mouth, as he lifted her off his chest, to position her on her hands and knees on the bed.
© Clair de Lune, Siren publishing, 2016

 5 questions for the author:
1.      Why is the series called Angel in Hell?
I mentioned the picture that a reader sent to me.
 When I began to think of the story I came up with the idea of a whole new world. Two races of winged beings live on two islands. I chose the names of Hades and Prospero. They are opposites and where Hades has barbarous customs, Prospero is enlightened. After naming one island Hades, there was only one possible title for the book.

2.       Are there going to be any more in this series?
I can’t imagine there will be another, but I only expected to write one, so I’d better not say there never will be one.
3.      What else is there in the pipeline?
I have a short story in an anthology to be published by VINVATAR in the New Year. It’s a re-issue of Life on the Edge with a brilliant new cover.
4.      What of Prometheus in Chains?
I am writing the next book in the series. As so many of the Doms seems to have entered stable relationships it’s time to introduce a few new single Doms and a couple of subs. That should make life interesting in the club.
5.      What of Flora McGregor?
I am writing a second wolf shifter, this time it will start out as MM, but it’s a ménage.
Which one will be first? Well that very much depends on the characters.

Author bio:
            I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became bored with just the domestic routine.
My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then, writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
I am very grateful for all the help and advice I have received from everyone at Siren, especially my editor, and Christine for so many beautiful covers. A special mention goes to Sage Marlowe for his encouragement and for beta reading my books. I thank Master "K" for his encouragement over the Kinbaku scenes. I am grateful to Lyn L. for beta reading this book. I am also indebted to my many readers and friends on Facebook, for their unfailing support and affection.
I would love to hear from you, and I always answer e-mails or contacts on Facebook.


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Thursday, 29 September 2016

New Release - Suzy Shearer

An Artist Kiss by Suzy Shearer.

Available for download September 22nd! 

Isabella Coburn, 50, left the nude modelling world years ago, but Gabriel Milford, 47, needs a rubenesque, older woman to pose for him. Determined to win her over, Gabriel does it the wrong way—he attempts blackmail, then forces his attentions on her. It is only when she tries to sneak into his property that she finally agrees.
Isabella has had a secret since she was 19, a secret she has only shared with one other person, who treated her like she had the plague when she confessed it. Since then, she considers herself perverted, sick, and tries to forget. Now she has met the one man who makes her dark desires clamor to be free—desires that Gabriel is only too willing to satisfy—and she is running scared.
Can Gabriel convince her that she isn’t perverted? Will she finally accept who she is, or will she continue to shun happiness the way she has for all these years?


Grimacing, Gabriel looked at the brush in his very paint-stained hands then angrily turned back to glare ferociously at Ian.
“What do you mean, you haven’t been able to get a model? There’s got to be thousands of women out there who pose,” he growled.
“True, but you said you wanted an older woman, and most women models that age are just not plus-sized.”
Furiously, Gabriel snarled loudly, “Well, find one!”
“Calm down, Gabriel. I’ve contacted Erica Jones’ agency. We’ve used her agency before, although I’ve never actually met her. She’s got plus-sized models on her books, but I think they’re in their twenties and thirties. Still, she said she might have, or might know, someone.”
“I don’t want someone young, Ian,” Gabriel snapped, sick of telling Ian the same thing over and over. “I told you I want someone in their forties, or even older. I don’t care if she’s in her late sixties or seventies. I want a woman with character, a woman who’s lived.”
“Okay, okay. I get the picture!”
Gabriel threw down the paintbrush and, stomping angrily across to his easel, he tried to look critically at the painting as he fumed on Ian’s unsuccessful search. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard to find one damn model! Ignoring Ian for the moment, he turned his attention back to the huge canvas in front of him.
A foreshortened figure of a gaunt, naked man, lying on his back with his head toward the viewer, filled the painting. Even though the strokes were broad and heavy, there was still a slight softness about the work that created a sympathetic feel. The haunted face appeared as if the man were in pain. Maybe from being stretched out, or maybe he was ill or tortured. Whatever the reason, it drew the viewer immediately, and they felt the same hurt, the same agony. It was an uncomfortable piece, but it certainly demanded attention.
There wasn’t much work left to do on it, and he really wanted to get started on the female nude. He took a deep breath, inhaling the aromas of paint, linseed oil, and turpentine.
Without turning, Gabriel said gruffly, “Just find someone, Ian.”
“I will. For goodness’ sake, Gabe, relax,” Ian snapped a retort.
Surprised at the exasperated tone in Ian’s voice, Gabriel turned back and really looked at the man who was both friend and agent. Gabriel saw with surprise that Ian looked very upset but was still trying to calm Gabriel down. Ruefully, he realised at once Ian would be doing everything he could to satisfy Gabriel’s request.
They’d been friends for so long, ever since Gabriel started making his name in the art world. It was then he’d realised he’d need an agent and found Ian’s agency. Ian worked with the three “As”—artists, actors, and authors. Gabriel knew how hard Ian worked to satisfy his clients. Now Gabriel felt awful for yelling and complaining.
“I’m sorry. It’s just I get caught up and…”
Ian sighed loudly.
“I know, Gabriel. Believe it or not, I do understand. Let’s face it, I’ve seen you working for years, so I know a little of what goes on inside that thick head of yours.” He smiled to take the sting out of his words. “Just when were you planning on starting the nude?”
Gabriel looked back at the vast painting.
“This…” He pointed to the canvas. “It’s really finished. I just want to touch up a few areas, so maybe next week. The client wants this ready in three weeks, so I’m ahead of time. Anyway, I want to get plenty of sketches down on the female nude so I can decide exactly on the pose and size. Until I have a model, I really don’t know the pose.”
He hoped Ian could understand the frustration he felt. His mind was filled with dozens of ideas, but until he had an actual woman in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to decide. The pose would really depend on the woman, how the play of light and shadows affected her body, even the woman’s personality would play into his ideas.
“I’m meeting Erica Saturday night, a party with a few million people. Anyway hopefully she tells me she’s found someone.”
“Thanks, Ian.”
“If she doesn’t have a model, then there’s a good chance she’ll know an agency that might be able to help. Don’t worry, Gabe, I’ll find her for you.”
“Sorry I got angry. I know you’re doing your best.”
Gabriel reached out a hand to Ian as a peace offering.
She almost staggered up the stairs and led him along until turning into her bedroom. Making her stand still, he undid a few more buttons on her dress and then untied one hand so he could remove it and her bra. Once she was naked, he looked around the room. There was another scarf hanging behind the door.
“Bend over.”
When she complied, he moved her until she could rest her head and shoulders on the bed, then he tied one hand to her ankle with the shawl then took the other scarf to do the same with the other side.
“Mmm, what a delightful view.”
Her wet, shiny cunt beckoned him as he forced her legs apart. Before she could react, he slapped her arse hard. Her quick intake of breath showed him it was exciting to her. With another slap to the other cheek, she wriggled into it. Gabriel felt he could hit harder with the next couple and was rewarded with her moans of pleasure.
A ragged “more” was all she could manage.
Once her arse was nicely pinked from a dozen or so slaps, he bent forward and bit.
“Argh… yes!” she shouted out with pleasure.
Using his fingers he reached under and pinched her breasts while biting down on her cheeks. She moaned, moving against his mouth, wanting more. Gabriel was over the moon. To meet this beautiful woman who liked things dark and hard like he did. He hoped she would let him show her more.
“What’s the word to make me stop, Issie?” he whispered in her ear.
“Red,” she gasped.
Smacking her bottom a few more times, he knelt then worked his fingers up and down her slit, spreading her hot juices between her clit and her rosy arsehole. With one hand, he pinched her clit, while the other began rubbing her rosette. He pushed a couple of fingers into her cunt while his thumb kept teasing at the hard nub of her clit.
When he felt her press against his hand he pushed his thumb into her arsehole. She gave a little groan of pain, but he didn’t stop as he pushed it deep. Continuing to fuck her with his fingers, he kept moving his thumb in and out. With his face against her arse cheek, he bit down when he felt her muscles begin to contract.
Fucking her arse, her cunt and biting was all she needed. She screamed loud, and he felt her orgasm pulsate through his fingers. It got him hard again, so he withdrew his hands and pulled off his shoes, socks, and pants. Rummaging in his pocket, he got another condom then tore off his shirt. After rolling the condom on, he gave her arse another hard smack then put his palm down on her back.
Roughly, he pushed his cock into her cunt. Pumping in and out, he put one hand around her body so he could pull and press against her clit.
“Push against me, Issie, push hard.”
His cock felt so snug inside her. It felt like his dick was wrapped in a tight, velvet glove as he felt her move back against him as he thrust in. He slammed forward, his balls slapping against her skin. Soon they were dancing together as he fucked that sexy cunt of hers.
“When you come I’m going to bite very hard,” he warned.
She grunted. He tweaked her clit and thrust in roughly and could feel her begin to tighten her muscles as her climax grew near. As soon as he felt it start, he bit down hard on one rosy cheek at the same time he pressed her clit between his fingers.
Her screams echoed around the room. They echoed in Gabriel’s head. How could he explain what it did to him? The sight of her writhing in pleasure, her screams, they excited him. They took his own pleasure into the stratosphere. The knowledge that it was the things he had done to her that had her this way. More than just a huge ego-boost, it was almost overpowering.
 As he continued pumping in and out, Gabriel felt himself ready to burst so he thrust in as deep and hard as he could, holding her against his cock until he came. Her tight channel milked him dry as the last reverberation of her orgasm began to fade.
Spent, he pulled out and quickly untied her, lifting her so she was lying on the bed. There was a bathroom attached to the bedroom, so he used it and found a cloth to clean Isabella with.
She lay curled up on the bed and let him wash her. When he returned from the bathroom the second time, he gathered her in his arms and settled them in the bed, pulling the warm quilt over them both.
“Beautiful Issie,” he murmured. “You’re so wonderful.”

An Artist’s Kiss is book 4 in the Dark Desires series.

This series is about the secret cravings we have, the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.

Each book in the series is a stand-alone so the books can be read in any order.

The Club series The Club: Bound
The Club 2: Uncollared  
The Club 3: Waxed
The Club 4: Displayed
The Club 5: Submit
The Club 6: Unmasked
The Hunters series A Hunter’s Heart – Book 1
A Hunter’s Choice – Book 2
A Hunter’s Challenge – Book 3
Dark Desires series (each book is a standalone)
Whipped Delights           
Craving Her Master        
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Single Titles
Daemons Are Forever
Build a Love
Perfect Three       
Vol 1 – The Club (Bound and Uncollared) A Hunter’s Heart
A Hunter’s Choice
A Hunter’s Challenge
Perfect Three
Daemons Are Forever Build A Love
Whipped Delights Craving Her Master

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suzyBest-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books have consistently reached her publisher’s Best Seller list with several reaching # 1.  Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop’s Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter’s Heart was runner-up in the Series Category.
Single, Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.
She is a Buddhist, an Author, an Artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. Suzy has a penchant for crazy coloured hair – pinks, purples blues even rainbowed…. it changes every month – oh yes, also a penchant for tattoos!
Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid-40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it’s important for readers to connect. 
When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.
Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn’t mean they aren’t intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn’t just for the under 30s.
When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting – an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. Check out her artwork at: