My Sexy Saturday and there are seven sentences from The Old Star to be released August 23 from Hot Ink Press





 From The Old Star seven sexy sentences.


Cathy ran at him and straight into his arms. She clung to him, kissing him all over his face. He picked her up against his body and she wrapped her legs around him.
Owen kissed her back, but laughed. “What’s this about? Not that it isn’t welcome. Feels good too…I might need a kiss here.” He pointed at his lips since she hadn’t got there yet.

Copyright EP 2013
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Welcome to guest author Tasha Blackstone with her new release Echo in the Night



Hi Tasha, welcome to the blog today,

Thank you Elodie for having me visit today. I’ve been discussing a lot of different topics related to the book and the characters, so today I thought I would give a glimpse into ‘The Story Behind the Story’. How Echo in the Night came to be.
My first two releases, Elle An Erotic Faerie Tale and Waking Beauty, were both loosely based on specific Faerie Tale characters. As much as I love Faerie Tales and truly enjoyed writing both books, I thought that perhaps it was time to branch out and create a world and characters from the ground up. I was taking a break from the daily grind of homework, edits, kids, household, etc. and was reading a Vampire romance novel while watching one of my favorite Witch series in re-runs. As I got lost in a scene of the show, my brain began to wonder if the Witch who was currently having relationship struggles on the T.V. had been involved with a Vampire how would that have changed her story? Could they have a successful relationship, would either one be able to look beyond the others abilities and mis-comings and what in the world would happen to her powers if said Vampire tried to turn her? From there, I put the book away, broke out the notepad and my favorite purple pen and began to try to answer some of my questions. I did some research, spent hours on Google trying to make sure that the two worlds could somehow be combined, and voila, Echo and Henry were born.
It has been such a great trip, getting to know the characters and integrating real life with a supernatural element. Echo has a lot of me in her, a lot of my own weaknesses and strengths. Henry grew from a sexy smoldering bad boy into a man who struggled with his morals and I fell in love so I knew that Echo would as well. Echo in the Night is just the beginning and as of now, I am currently working on Book 2 in the series, where we will see more emotional struggles between Echo & Henry, and watch as their relationship grows into something more than an unbreakable bond. 


Where you can find me on the web:
Siren Author Page www.bookstrand.com/tasha-blackstone





Can a Witch who was born to be a Vampire Hunter find true love with her mortal enemy?
It’s easy to live life on auto pilot and that’s just what Echo Abbott is doing. That is until everything shifts. As her house of cards begins to crumble, she meets Henry Knight. Obnoxious and gorgeous she can’t stop thinking about him and against her better judgment she wonders if he is the key to healing her broken heart.
In this dark, seductive tale set in the heart of Oregon, Echo is a Witch with remarkable powers whose gift is sought after by a power hungry Vampire, Corrine. Corrine’s brother, Henry, is a willing pawn in her fight for the ultimate power and has been tracking Echo for years. Seeking out Echo’s weakness he soon finds his desire for her is more than he can control. He wants Echo all to himself, but can he convince her that he isn’t the enemy before it’s too late or will her stubborn nature be her downfall?

Adult Excerpt:18+
“Head down, love, and spread your legs for me—I want to see how wet you are.”
She obliged, pressing her head deep in the overstuffed comforter and spreading her legs wide. She could feel Henry hovering over her pussy as he took a deep breath and inhaled her arousal before she felt his tongue trail along the length of her pussy lips. She moaned into the bed and wiggled her ass at him, eager for him to take her fully into his mouth. His hands spread her cheeks apart and his tongue teasingly trailed along her slit again.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
“I want you,” she moaned.
He gripped her cheeks tighter and she heard an animallike growl rumble from his gut.
“Yes—and?”
“I want you, Henry! I want you to devour my pussy and make me come!”
“Good girl.” His mouth was suddenly pressed firmly to her, caressing his lips around her pussy lips, tongue pushing deep into her body.
She cried out into the blanket and bucked her hips, pushing against him, eager to feel him as deep as he could be. His tongue wiggled around, licking around in circles, flicking in and out. He dragged it up her slick fold, lapping at her leaking juices as he pushed her hips forward revealing her hidden clit. Her nub pulsed and tingled in wait, and when his tongue teased the tip, she cried out louder, her need controlling her vocals. He continued to flick across her clit, building up her orgasm to the point that she could barely control it. When he sucked the sensitive nub in between his lips, she was done. Her hips seized as the walls of her pussy clenched in response to the ache and pleasure that now flooded her body. As he sucked hard on her clit, draining her of every electrifying surge, her juices flowed down her slit, drenching her. Her body relaxed and Henry continued to dine on her, lapping at her nectar, licking and sucking at her lips, drinking in every last drop that her body released. When her pussy was spent, he flipped her onto her back. His lips glistened with her juices and he dragged his tongue, cleaning up the last bit that had been smeared over his mouth, as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor, revealing his dick pushing hard against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
Nervous excitement filled her as her eyes fell to his cock. Even hidden he was huge.
His fingers slid between the band and his waist and he slid the boxer briefs down over his hips, his dick springing to life, pre-cum glistening at the slit.
“Oh my gawd,” she whispered.
He looked to be a generous eight or nine inches with impressive girth, veins etched along the shaft, skin pulled tight like satin over steel, his mushroomed head purple with need.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.


Erzabet Bishop brings her new release erotica book 'Anything She Wants'



Welcome Erzabet Bishop. Thank you for visiting the blog today
Tell us a little about yourself.
Short bio:

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could first pound keys on her parent’s old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, a holiday kink anthology, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2 (coming this summer), Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers (upcoming) Kink-E magazine, Slave Girls (upcoming), Coming Together: Girl on Girl (upcoming), Shifters (upcoming) and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires and Samhain Shadows (upcoming). She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.

Which book have you brought along to tell us about today?


Anything She Wants:

In the office, on the set of a movie or on the bathroom floor, the ladies in this anthology don't care where they get it on. Power play, first time encounters and office rivalry get the characters in these twelve stories so riled up, the only way to go is down and dirty. Tales of spanking, a wild all-female college party and a waitress with a strap-on grace the pages of Ladylit's first multi-author lesbian erotica anthology.

Caution: Reading 'Anything She Wants' will make you wet!

Stories by Kay Jaybee, Laila Blake, Lucy Felthouse, Erzabet Bishop, Sarah Ellen, L.C. Spoering, Vanessa de Sade, Kelly Lawrence, Giselle Renarde, Alyssa Linn Palmer, Ariel Graham and Harper Bliss

Are you working on another book right now?

Yes. I am working on a full length novel and several short stories of the BDSM variety. I have two erotic horror pieces due out this summer as well.

What do you enjoy most about writing?

I love the feeling of exploring the creative process. Usually when I write for an anthology call, I get a rough idea what is required and then I try to take it up a notch. It sets me free. Writing naughty books is my all-time favorite.

What do you like the least?

Sometimes trying to find time is really tough. I work a day job as a manager in a bookstore, am a dog mom, wife, music reviewer and I write under my real name as well. Sleep has become optional some days. Lol.

Would you like to see any of your books as movies?

Oh sure! Who wouldn’t! I particularly loved “Hooked” in Anything She Wants. What a fun little film that would be!

Can you name any actors you would like to see as the lead characters in your book.

I don’t get to watch a lot of TV and movies so I am a little out of touch with actors.

What things do you like to do to relax?

I crochet, play with my puppies, read, watch a few minutes of true crime TV with my hubby while we eat dinner. I also love to listen to music. That is cathartic.

Do you have another job as well as writing?

Oh yes. As I said before, I am a bookstore manager, blogger, music reviewer and I write under my real name as well.


If you could have one super power in your existence, what would it be?

The ability to swot housework in the butt. Oh, and to get everything done simultaneously while taking a nap and eating salted caramel ice cream. Lol.


If money were not an object, where would you most like to live?

Oh wow. I would love to live in the country so all of my furry kids could roam. It would be nice to write full time so I could live in my writer castle and dream up wonderful smutty books all day.


What kind of car would you have if money was no object?

After living the horrors of a pre-owned Jag, I’ll take my Kia Soul any day of the week.


What’s your favorite food?

Can that be plural? Salted Caramel Ice Cream and Pepperoni Pizza. J

Favorite color?

Pink or black, depending on my mood.

Can you think of a song or piece of music that could be your theme tune?

Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
Run by Matt Nathansen


Just answer these questions as quickly as possible.


Chocolate or vanilla?----- Chocolate

Dog or cat?----Dogs

The film or the book?----- Book


Jeans or dress?  Sweats (or jeans)

Beach or Snow resort? Snow resort

Heels or flats? Flats or bare feet at home

What do you love best about yourself?

Sense of humor, perseverance,  willingness to learn from my mistakes (so I can make new ones)

What do you like least?

My weight. I have lost 20 pounds but want to continue to improve. Had a diabetic scare last year that put it all into perspective and since then I have learned to work on portion control and lots more salad. Lol.


Do you have anything to share with other authors that might be a help?

Yes. Never stop writing, even when you just don’t want to.

If your mind is in a jumble, write a short story. Ray Bradbury was fond of saying that if you write  a short story a week, sooner or later it will be good. J That is my path to noveldom. Practice with shorts until I feel confident enough to write a long one and now I think I have reached a point where I can do that.

Is there anything you would like to say to your readers?

Nice to meet you! I hope you will enjoy the book and the many more to come. My work varies from f/f, erotic horror, BDSM to m/f. I also have a short novel out now, The Erotic Pagan Series: Beltane Fires by NNP and another soon to follow. 

Can you share one of your favorite parts of one of the books?



“Did I miss it?” Carly rushed in, arms laden with a box of cupcakes.
“Yes. Again.” Mercy laughed and took the box from her hands. Setting it on
the counter, she opened the lid and gasped. Each little cupcake had naughty
little candy embellishments.
“You’ve outdone yourself.” Mercy grinned and picked up a vanilla frosted
one with a tiny licorice flogger on top. The strands were thin and black,
sprouting from a handle of red braided candy. “You know the way to a woman’s
heart. Bondage and cake. I think I may love you.” She took a bite of the cupcake
and groaned at the sugary sweetness.
“Do you mean it?” Carly asked, her voice suspiciously calm.
“What?” Mercy swallowed the last of the white cake and was about to put
her frosting laden finger in her mouth when Carly grabbed her hand.
“I said, did you mean it?”
“Mean what?” Mercy stared at her, knowing exactly what Carly was asking,
but afraid to answer.
“Okay, so we are going to be difficult about this I see.” Carly took Mercy’s
frosting covered finger and placed it in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around it,
licking the sweet frosting off, her accusing gaze never wavering from Mercy’s
widened eyes.
Mercy pulled her finger free with a pop, staring at Carly—speechless.
Carly placed her lips on Mercy’s for a fluttering kiss and moved towards the
door. “There. Was that so hard?” Carly flipped the sign to closed. “Mmm. Butter
cream. My favorite. Probably shouldn’t have made those with vanilla frosting
though. Doesn’t really fit the kinky theme, does it?”
“What are you doing?” Mercy started. A warm flutter of desire started in her
belly and moved steadily downward. “It’s not even six thirty yet.”
“I know perfectly well what time it is. You really want someone to come
barging in here?”
Carly clicked the lock and yanked the large curtains at the store front
window closed. “There. Now, where was I?”
Mercy backed away. “What are you doing?”
“I’ve been waiting around for you to ask me out for two years, Mercy
Devereux. Since you won’t take the lead, I will. I’ve seen how you’ve been
eyeing my butt when you think I’m not looking. Every day you stare out of the
window at the end of the day, afraid to come over and talk to me.” Carly
snorted. “I’m tired of waiting for what I want and I want you.”
Mercy stared at her, eyes wide and mouth gaping. “I...”
“Uh huh. That’s what I’m talking about. Tell me you didn’t like it when I
kissed you and I’ll walk out that door and never come back.”
Mercy stared, not knowing what to say. Could it be true?
Carly put her hands on her hips and stared her down. “I think you like to
play at being a kinky little tease, but when a girl gets down to business, you run
for the hills.”
 “Yes. I think I’m going to. You don’t know how crazy you’ve been making
me with your tight jeans and your skin-tight little t-shirts. God, woman! Do you
think I’m made of stone?”




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