Thursday, 16 April 2015

Todays Guest Author - Maia Dylan

Maia Dylan has a new paranormal menage in her Grey River Series. Check out her excerpts, Bio, and read a Q&A with Maia.

Ask Maia Questions on Twitter using hashtag #Grey River and tag her @Maiadylanauthor.



When bad things happen is fate or bad luck to blame?  Lucy Blake didn’t believe in fate, but knew just how dangerous bad luck could be.

Lucy was having a really bad... well life!  She put it all down to having the worst luck in the world.  She had always thought that perhaps someone had replaced the 'L' in her Luck with an 'F'.  Running for her life, being chased by a drug dealing, murdering, people trafficker was just the icing on top of a craptastic cake.  She found herself in Grey River hurt and alone but with offers of help and protection coming from the two EMT's who had saved her. 

Cody and Brendan Anderson were Grey River Pack beta.  They find more than an unconscious woman when they answer a call for help.  They had just had the very good fortune of finding their mate!  Now they just had to convince her to let them keep her.

**erotic romance, ménage a trois, paranormal, shape-shifter, anal sex, double penetration


Lucy’s jaw dropped and she felt the color rise in her face, “Cody! You shouldn’t say things about my, my…girl parts!”
“Why the hell not? I have a feeling your girl parts are going to be one of my most favorite things in the world, so why wouldn’t I talk about them?”
Cody looked at her as she was the one talking crazy. She looked to Brendan for some semblance of sanity and he was nodding in full agreement. Oh, for the love of peanut butter cups! Closing her eyes in exasperation, she took a deep calming breath. “We seem to have gone off topic here.” She opened eyes and all thoughts on what she was going to say next evaporated. Somehow they had crossed the room in complete silence and were standing so close to her. Their scents filled her head and clouded her thoughts.
“I don’t know about that, kitten. I think I like the current topic way more than the last one.”
Brendan’s throaty, raspy voice had turned her into the I’d-do-anything-for-you Lucy. Golly, they didn’t fight fair.
“Lucille, we know you want us, the smell of your pussy getting all wet, slick and hot for us, makes me so hot, horny and hard it physically hurts. You are not alone in the attraction stakes here. If you put yourself in our hands we will protect you, keep you safe, and do everything in our power to make you happy.”
“You happiness will be our life’s work, pet.”
Cody stepped forward and lifted his hand to cup her cheek. His eyes bored into hers, and she started trembling, wanting to simply give them everything she had and everything she was, for just one moment of actually belonging to them. “All you have to do is say yes, Lucille. Let us help you to shoulder whatever it is troubling you and let us love on you until you know where you are meant to be.”
Brendan stepped up to her other side and slid his arm around her back, settling his hand on her hip. “We’re here for you Lucille, and unless you tell us there is no chance in hell that you could ever feel for us what we are starting to feel for you then we have no intention of leaving you or allowing you to leave us. Take a chance, kitten. Say yes, Lucille.”
Lucy started to tremble at the thought of taking that risk. It wasn’t a matter of trust. She knew she could trust these men to see to her safety, but she knew what was coming. She knew who was coming. And she knew without a doubt that if it were just her facing Mani and his men on her own, there would be no chance of winning. She would be signing her own death warrant.
When she had taken off that night, it had been in a desperate attempt to save her life. But she had known it was going to be short-lived, that she didn’t have the strength, skills, or resources to survive on her own. Mani was too powerful, too rich, and too desperate for her to disappear. And she had resigned herself to that to a certain degree. Not that she had a death wish or anything, it’s just she was a realist.
Now? She wanted to live! She wanted the chance to stay in Grey River and become someone who might actually be worthy of these two men, men she knew were strong enough to help her, but were they strong enough to take on Mani and his men? The question she really needed to answer for herself was if her fear that staying could bring trouble to their door was stronger than her desire for a future with Brendan and Cody.
And the answer was no.
Well, hello there epiphany! It was really quite simple. Nothing was stronger than her desire for a future with Brendan and Cody. For that she could face anything and anyone. She must have stood there having her epiphany in silence because both men frowned.
“Lucille?” Cody asked quietly.
“Lucy.” She couldn’t help smiling as their frowns deepened.
“What?” Brendan said.
Her smile widened and she felt a weight suddenly lift from her spirit. “Lucy, my name is Lucy Blake, and my answer is yes.”

Excerpt R
“Now, Cody and I are real men. Men who know just how unbelievably lucky we are to have you in our bed. We want—fuck we need—to bring you pleasure. We have to prove to you that we are worth taking a risk on so that you will let us love on you every day for the rest of our lives, starting right now!”
Brendan leaned over, took her nipple into his mouth, and tugged on it strongly. She moaned a loud, and Brendan looked up just in time to see his brother lean over her and swallow her cries with his own mouth. When she arched back, pushing her breast into his mouth as if to say get a move on, he smiled against her skin, then drew on her nipples again, swirled his tongue around, and even grazed his teeth against them.
After a short while, he left her breast, and then dropped kisses down her torso as he moved to lie between her legs. She froze a little and pushed Cody back so she could sit up a little and watch. “Brendan?” He stared into her eyes as his fingers played along the lips of her labia, gently swirling figure eights in the hot desire that pooled there.
“I told you that you smelled fucking delicious.” Brendan rasped as he pressed a hot opened mouth kiss to her inner thigh. “Your scent drives my fucking wolf to distraction. I gotta taste you, kitten.” He dropped his head a little farther, never taking his eyes off her. He swept his tongue over her cunt, giving her a long, slow lick. Her mouth opened on a silent o as he pulled his tongue into his mouth. Her flavor burst in his mouth, and what seemed near on impossible only seconds before now became a reality. His dick got harder, and his arousal reached a fever pitch.
He pressed two fingers into her pussy, twisting them in and out. He glanced against her G-spot, which sent her hips rising into his hands, but he wasn’t quite ready for that part yet. Lowering his mouth he pressed his tongue inside her and took every drop of her sweet musk into his mouth. Damn she was wet! And from the way her pussy was clenching against his fingers, she was close to coming.
“Damn, you look beautiful spread out on our bed, pet,” Cody whispered.
Brendan opened his eyes and saw Cody leaning over their mate, looking down over her body. Lucy’s head was thrown back, and her breasts thrust up. When Cody tugged on one rhythmically, more moisture slid over Brendan’s tongue.
“Oh God, Brendan, that feels so amazing, I never knew…”
They could hear the wonder and excitement in her voice.
“I want to taste you two as well. I want to make you feel as amazing as you make me feel.”
Brendan’s cock twitched and a shit-eating grin graced his brother’s face.
“Well, what my mate wants, she gets! Far be it from me to keep you from getting a taste, pet!” Cody leapt to the head of the bed and knelt next to her head. He spread his knees wide so that his dick was close and lined up perfectly. Lucy reached out a hand, and he groaned as she wrapped it around his cock. “Fuck, pet, you have beautiful hands. Squeeze me, pet. Just a little harder. Yeah! That’s it! That is fucking perfect. Now, take me in your mouth and suck me beautiful.”
Lucy leaned forward and disappeared from Brendan’s view, behind his brother’s leg. From the way his brother roared with pleasure and threw his head back, Lucy had obviously followed his instructions. From the way her body released more of her cream, she was enjoying giving him head as much as it appeared he did receiving it. Brendan swirled his tongue against her clit then twisted his fingers to hit the bumpy ridge deep inside her cunt, finding her sweet spot deftly.
Lucy lifted her hips and rolled them against his mouth, pressing her pussy harder against his tongue, her garbled scream echoing through the room was matched by his brother’s. Within seconds, Brendan had her hovering on the edge. He sucked the swollen nub of her clit into his mouth and gently squeezed it with his teeth, and she flew.


Five questions for the author
Q: What inspired you to write your first book?

A:  I have always been an avid reader.  I am never without a book or two to fill my day, especially as I got older and my career took me around the world giving me plenty of airports and flight time to fill.  I would find myself continually thinking, what if that book ended in a different way?  The next thing you know, on a recent flight and hotel stay, I started writing Lost Faith!

Q:  How much real life do you put into your books?

A: When it comes to my characters, quite a bit!  I have met so many wonderfully strong men and women who have overcome tremendous odds to live full lives and love hard that I often think of them as a character comes to life.  In terms of the locations, they are fictional but VERY real to me, and I hope others find them just as realistic.

Q.  What genre do you like to write and why?

A.  I love everything to do with the paranormal!  I love the idea of shape shifters, and people who have extraordinary gifts.  I am also a firm believer that love comes in all shapes and sizes!  Ménage romances are one of my favorite genre’s to read, and I am really enjoying writing them.  I think I am still finding my way with my writing, but in my world anything is possible, and one of the things I love about writing is that you are only limited by the scope of your own imagination… and my imagination is huge!

Q.  What are you working on at the moment?

A.  Grey River has so many stories to tell, and I am currently working on telling Noah, Chris and Angel’s story in book five of this series.  A few weeks ago, I had this pushy shape shifter nag me until I wrote his story.  His name is Micah and his book is due to be released on May 20.  I am working on his brothers Travis and Cole and their Fire Goddess’ story.

Q.  Do you have anything to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read you work?

A.  If you have read Lost Faith, thank you so very much!  It blows my mind that someone has actually read something that I wrote, but gosh I hope you enjoyed it!  Did you?  Please let me know, I find I suffer from a slight case of needy-nelly with my writing.  If you haven’t read my book, but you love erotic romance stories between strong men and an independent woman, where the path to their happily ever after can be a bumpy one, but there is always a happily ever after, and their love and laugher is real on every page, then you’ll find my books right up your alley!

Author bio:

Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. 

Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.

In January of this year, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing.  She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no!  Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand.  Since then she hasn’t looked back and currently has three books in her Grey River series set for publication.

Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.

Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!

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Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Todays Guest Author - Peri Elizabeth Scott

Peri Elizabeth Scott has a new and steamy historical romance out now! His Rebel Countess is the first in her Challenging the Ton series. Keep reading for excerpts and find out more about the author in her bio.

His Rebel Countess (Challenging the Ton 1)

[BookStrand Historical Romance, HEA]

Oliver Birmingham, Earl of Leith, is an aristocrat—albeit socially minded—and in the market for a bride. Beautiful, intelligent Abigayle Windsor is a commoner, one the Earl is impossibly drawn to, and when he accidentally compromises her, he insists they wed.
Despite her misgivings, Abby agrees to marry Oliver and their honeymoon lays the foundation for a loving, wonderful marriage. But back in London, Oliver is again the Earl, and Abby finds herself adrift and uncertain, unable to fit in, and she garners considerable attention from the gentlemen of the ton.
Frustrated with Abby’s apparent refusal to adapt, and driven wild with jealousy he refuses to acknowledge, Oliver disciplines his bride one fateful night. He then decrees that if she won’t act the part of his Countess, providing him heirs will suffice, and effectively breaks her heart.
Have Oliver’s actions cost him Abby’s love? Or can he leave his father’s influence behind, and make it up to her?


No matter how she cajoled, Mr. Landbourne wouldn’t be convinced to share anything with her, other than his information was relevant to a bill being discussed in Parliament on the morrow. He insisted it wasn’t for the ears of ladies, no matter if this lady had her husband’s ear as she implied, and Abby’s mood soured by the minute. Her curiosity ran rampant as well.

Thomas brought refreshments—tea and pastries. Nothing stronger to give the impression the small gathering was anything more than innocent. And he left the door wide open, his shadow passing by frequently. Belatedly, Abby came to the conclusion that entertaining Edwin might not have been the best choice. She wished for Oliver to hurry home.

Be careful what you wish for. The ominous words filled her head as the front door opened and closed, loud in the quiet of the house, followed by a murmur of voices. Her husband’s large frame filled the doorway, incredulity a dire mask on his features before he composed them. Abby chilled to the bone in the face of it. “My lady. Landbourne.”

His freezing tone didn’t totally hide the bubbling fury in his voice. Abby intuited that Oliver was in a towering rage such as she’d never witnessed, and instinctively stood to insert herself between him and Edwin, who was also on his feet and babbling anxiously.

“Leave. Now.” Where was the Earl of Leith, that paragon of manners and proper behavior? The Earl of Hauteur? Mr. Landbourne obviously looked for him too, going pale and blinking frantically. His lips flapped but nothing intelligible emerged.

Then this new Oliver set her aside, merely grasping her upper arms and lifting her clear to set her away from them, before bearing down on the inoffensive Edwin. Twisting the youth’s arm up behind his back, Oliver frogmarched him out of the room before her astonished eyes, ignoring his pleas. The sounds of a scuffle diminished, then she distinctly heard the slamming of the entry. Thomas dashed in to widen his eyes at her, and tried to say something, only to retreat, as with a measured tread, Oliver gained the room again and crossed to loom over her. Had he always been so tall?

“What were you thinking?” His intimidating near growl frightened her but also sparked her temper, a faint hint of guilt fueling the fire.

“I beg your pardon?” She too could sound icy and forbidding, having been schooled by some of the best in the ton, and Oliver’s eyes flashed in response.

“Entertaining Edwin Landbourne. When you were unwell, too ill to attend the Dowager Duchess’s ball. The event of the season and one extremely important to my status in Parliament. I would have thought you’d hope to showcase your considerable charms to a wider audience.”

The attack on her reputation was the final straw. She’d had enough. Damn his status. And damn his insinuations. What about their marriage? What about her? If Oliver chose not to hear Mr. Landbourne out then it wasn’t her place to tell him the young man had come to share information perhaps very relevant to tomorrow’s day in Parliament. To her husband’s oh-so-precious duty.

“There is nothing to say. And certainly nothing to defend. I have no interest in those balls and parties and soirees you insist upon. I have no interest in any part of this social life you have thrust me into, using me to further your political interests! That you no longer even share with me! I have no interest in being your wife.”

A horrible stillness settled over Oliver, and the difference in him became even more pronounced. He somehow grew taller, his shoulders wider, and the very flesh on his cheekbones thinned to give him a cruel, finely etched appearance. She barely recognized him. His next words flayed her, delivered in such a silky tone it nearly masked the venom.

 “But you are my wife, Abigayle. My countess. And as my wife you will take my direction and advice and obey me henceforth. Without negotiation. Without complaint or protest, or pay a very dear price for defying me.”

Aghast, she retreated as far as the couch behind her would allow and shook her head. “No. I can’t live like that.”

“Then you leave me no choice.”

Bearing her out of the room with no care to her protests and struggles, he took her to a small room at the end of the hall. Her eye caught the quick movements of the servants and she was mortally embarrassed to be handled in such a way in front of them. What transpired next was something she somehow retreated from in order to deny him further and only consider later when alone again in her room, deposited there by a man she no longer knew, yet was married to and forced to deal with for her lifetime. If only at his time and choosing.

Author Bio!
Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. She and her husband have a wonderful son, and a houseful of animals. She works part time in private practice as a social worker and child play therapist. Peri has written for years, mostly short stories and poetry, and reads everything she can lay her hands on. She has only recently turned to penning contemporary romance, although has published dark erotica under another pen name. 

Also by Peri Elizabeth Scott!

Caleb Younger is certain he will never actually love any woman, having been badly burned in the past because of so-called love. He believes he’s fond of Briana Jeffries, has intense sexual feelings for her, and wants her in his life, but doesn’t love her. When he says as much while amongst their friends, she is both humiliated and devastated, and finally accepts she’s been fooling herself, believing Caleb simply incapable of expressing his deeper emotions. She leaves him to get on with her life, grateful she has a good friend who shelters her during her grief. Finding Briana gone, and his life empty, Caleb faces the truth. He loves Briana more than anything, and resorts to everything to get her back. But Briana’s friend doesn’t want Briana hurt again and conspires to keep the two apart. A series of events and coincidences play out, giving Caleb the opportunity to beg Briana to take him back.

Harrison finds another man, albeit alone, in his girlfriend's bed. He is blinded by instant, jealous rage, influenced by his father’s misogynistic teachings. He won’t listen to Maggie’s explanation.
Harrison's secretary then meddles in his affairs, effectively driving Maggie away with a vengeance. She can’t believe he would stoop so low, but the evidence seems irrefutable. Harrison discovers the secretary's perfidy and tries to remedy the situation, and then he finds out Maggie is pregnant.
Determined to win her back, Harrison does his best to provide and care for her from a distance while trying to insinuate himself back into her life. Maggie is hurt and bewildered, worried Harrison now wants her only because she carries his child. Harrison’s world again spins out of control, and he wonders if he is the best man for Maggie and their child after all! Maggie must then teach Harrison his real worth.

While on vacation, Marcus Paxton rescues Fiona Stewart from the loving ministrations of a large, furry dog. He has never been so drawn to a woman, and for Fiona it is love at first sight. Marcus sweeps her off her feet and they marry.
However, Marcus neglects to mention a condition in his father’s will insisting he marry and produce an heir. When Fiona inadvertently finds out, she is devastated, feeling used and betrayed. She is grateful she has not yet conceived, but a routine doctor’s appointment determines otherwise.
Fiona tries to leave Marcus, but he will not let her go because he loves her. Fiona no longer believes him and is determined to get away. She then has nowhere to go, for her own family members betray her and unite with Marcus. Feeling like chattel, and powerless, Fiona sinks into despair. Marcus must prove his love beyond a doubt, and sets out to win Fiona’s heart all over again.

Bronwyn Campbell is a contract lawyer who mixes business with pleasure when she is assigned to sculptor Aedan MacGregor. Alone in the world, Bronwyn finds herself head over heels in love with the taciturn Scot, and believes he feels the same about her, despite his single-minded focus on his art. Until she overhears a conversation between Aedan and his agents.
Her perception of their relationship is challenged, hearing that while Aedan wants her in his life, it is as his lawyer—with benefits—and nothing long lasting. He doesn't require her in any other way. Falling back into old, learned behavioral responses, Bronwyn withdraws, and takes advantage of a job transfer opportunity while Aedan is overseas. Feeling she doesn't owe him an explanation, and in an effort to salvage some scrap of pride and assuage her broken heart, Bronwyn arranges to move to Atlanta.
But when it comes to eavesdropping, sometimes one doesn't hear everything…