Mark your calendars for Feb 2 when this week's #ScintillatingSunday book is going to be free #PNR #vampire #NSFW @HotInkBooks

Welcome to the weekly Scintillating Sunday Showcase, The Mile High Muses' permanent blog hop for eight paragraphs, sentences, or words from a romance or erotica novel.
The Black Lion 
Her fingers trailing up and down the other vampire’s body, with her kisses and sighs audible, the scent of her creaming pussy drove Fonteyn wild. He unzipped his black suit pants, pulled out his cock, and pumped it to the same rhythm as Sascha’s fingers in Melissa’s pussy. 
Fonteyn imagined she touched his body. He imagined her tongue in his mouth. He imagined his lips on her nipples. He sucked in the air scented with roses, and Melissa’s desire.
He could hear every murmur, every word, every sound of sex, and slippery cream, and urgent fucking. He pumped his cock, the sensation tightening his balls, his stomach, the orgasm about to overcome him, he slowed, stroked, as he saw Sascha lift Melissa and fuck her. 
Fonteyn heard her come and he clawed at his cock, sheathed it in his hand pounding as if he was in her pussy. He nearly shouted as his orgasm burst through him. His knees buckled and he sank to the floor of the balcony.
He breathed in the scent of Melissa’s clenching pussy, filtering out the sound of Sascha’s groans he filled in his own sounds. He whispered, “Melissa.” He stared through the bars of the decorative balcony barrier and thought about sucking Melissa’s clit, sucking the lips of her pussy, biting her neck, tasting her blood. His cock wouldn’t shrink. It throbbed and pulsed as he heard Sascha and Melissa whisper sex words, and saw they hadn’t finished fucking.
Sascha brought Melissa to straddle him as he lay in the lush grass of the adjacent lawn.
 Fonteyn grasped his cock as he saw Melissa sliding up and down Sascha’s cock, up and down, and then rocking, sliding. Fonteyn groaned. His rival’s whisper horrified him.

“Fuck me, Melissa, fuck me…”
©Elodie Parkes Hot Ink Press, All Rights Reserved
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Interview with a #vampire or several #PNR for #SexySnippets

Sexy Snippets are seven sentences, taken from a work in progress, or published book, brought to you every Sunday.
releasing FEB 10 from Hot Ink Press

Marcus held her gaze with his attractive brown eyes and a palpable intensity. 

“You guess correctly. I can’t invite you.” He stood and gave the slightest bow. “I must go now.”

The bow delighted her. His hard ass in his leather pants as he walked away kept her attention. 
©Elodie Parkes 2016 Hot Ink Press, All Rights Reserved
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From the fab @AuthorHKCarlton #erotic #officeromance a hot new release @evernightpub

The NØ Frat Clause - Naughty Office Romance
Temptation ... It's all around us ... the flesh is weak. Haven't we all been tempted, at one time or another? Sometimes it's just too hard to be good. Whether it's that rich chocolatey slab of cake alongside a cold glass of white milk while you're on a diet, or that drool-worthy musclebound guy at the gym who you can't seem to keep your greedy gaze from, or the gorgeous young intern, new to the firm, who just needs some good training. Temptation doesn't obey the rules and though they try their best to fight it, Roger and Lexi, don't either in, The NØ Frat Clause
Blurb: Fresh out of college, Lexi Wideman lands an entry level job at a lucrative recruiting firm. Only six months into her tenure, she’s offered a major promotion—executive assistant to Roger Kent, the company’s coveted corporate headhunter. Older, irresistible, and ruggedly handsome, Roger Kent turns her into a liquid pool of need with just one smoldering glance. But the opportunity is just too good to pass up this early in her career. Lexi must find a way to remain professional while panting after her boss. Roger Kent is thrown off guard when the company execs all of a sudden decide he needs an assistant. Perhaps he does, but Lexi Wideman is not the girl for him. She's smart, young, and gorgeous. It's hard enough trying to keep his eyes off her. Working in such close proximity, day after day, it would only be a matter of time before his hands followed. So much for the No Frat Policy. I hope you enjoy this naughty tease. A little Love in an Elevator... (sorry, I just got that song stuck in your head for the rest of the day).

 All of a sudden the lights flickered once again, and the lift jerked. Lexi grabbed my thigh in panic. “Oh God!” Oh God was right. Any higher and she was going to get a rock-hard handful. I wound my arms around her, and we held on as the elevator came to shuddering halt. The lights went out entirely, plunging us into complete darkness. The hydraulic hum of the mechanics powering down droned. Then there was silence except for the clicking of the cables. “Ohhh …” Lexi said in alarm. “It’s okay. Take it easy,” I reassured her. “The auxiliary lights should come on in a second when the generators kick in.” But seconds ticked by and nothing happened. “What’s happening?” she asked, her voice warbling. “Power outage from the storm I’d say. Guess you were right, we should have taken the stairs.” “Oh boy.” I felt her take a deep shuddering breath. She shifted, centering her back to my chest, and relaxed into me. I tried to maintain some distance, but there was no help for it, with her perfect little ass snugged right up against my upper thighs. There was no way she missed the massive bulge in my pants. She tensed, but she didn’t pull away either. I inhaled her familiar scent. Another bad idea. It was just as arousing as the rest of her. She smelled fanfuckingtastic. Her breathing became erratic. I was afraid she was about to panic. “We’re okay. Relax.” I ran my hands up and down her arms. She melted into me. “Do you have your cell phone?” I asked in a tight voice. “We could use it for light. And-or call for help. At least let someone know we’re in here.” “No, I left mine at the office. You?” “I think I tossed mine in the briefcase. It's down here by our feet somewhere.” A ringing noise made us both jump. I released her and groped in the dark until I found the little door containing the emergency phone. “Hello?” I answered in a clipped tone. “What's your name, and how many are with you?” a gruff voice barked. “Roger Kent. There are two of us. Myself and my assistant.” “We're working on getting you down. Try not to panic.” “All right, but can you do something about the auxiliary lighting?” “The generators should engage anytime now. Sit tight.” “Okay, we’ll sit tight. As if we have a choice,” I said as I hung up. From the awkward way I'd been leaning, I straightened up slightly, rearranging my hips back into the corner. “We’re gonna be a while,” I said and reached for Lexi. It was pitch black. I couldn’t make out a goddamn thing. “Where'd ya go? Christ, it’s dark.” “I'm searching for the cell.” Just then my palm made contact with a nicely rounded hip. Oh fuck, she was bent over in front of me. I followed the soft plump curve as she rooted through the briefcase. I closed my eyes and took long, slow inventory of her shapely backside. I stifled a groan, but it escaped as more of a grunt. Slowly, she straightened and turned in my direction. The low light from my cell screen glowed, illuminating the space between us. The tension between us was palpable. She stared at me. Her lips parted. I don’t know what she saw in my expression. One of us made a growling sound. I suspect it was me. Simultaneously, she dropped the phone and reached for me as I grabbed for her. I sought her lips hungrily as the darkness enveloped us once more. She moaned something incoherent into my mouth. In a wild frenzy, we nipped and sucked at each other’s mouths, our hands roamed free and greedily. My cock lengthened to painful proportions. Lexi arched into me, her ample breasts pressing against my upper chest. She squirmed as I tried to gather her sweet backside in my greedy hands. Lifting her, I thrust my hips at her, leaving no doubt as to what I wanted. In answer, she pressed her pelvis against me. The pressure felt amazing, but I wanted more. “Yeah,” she cried softly. “Yeah …” Fuck yeah! 

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  Author Bio: H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica. 
  H ~ K I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride. Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me. 
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From @LibbyBRomance and 'evernightpub a new #PNR 'Claimed by the Catamount'

Title: Claimed by the Catamount

Series: Green Mountain Shifters


Cat shifter Cilla Walton would like nothing more than to mate with Riley Cooper, the man she’s secretly been in love with for years. The problem? The beast in her refuses to allow a mating because it doesn’t think Riley is worthy of being her mate. And until the cat agrees, Cilla can never fully give herself to him.
Riley Cooper, son of the Alpha of their Pride, wants to be Cilla’s mate more than anything. But until her cat accepts his cat as a mate, that’s not going to happen. The only thing he can do is try harder to prove his worth…and hope he didn’t wait too long to start the mating game with the love of his life.

Author Bio:

Libby Bishop is a paranormal romance/erotic romance author.

She loves reading, writing, movies, Lindt dark chocolate, autumn, the SyFy Channel (Haven and Bitten!), and spending time with friends and family. She has one fat, fluffy cat who thinks she’s queen of the house…and really, she is :)

She also writes dark fantasy/paranormal/horror under the name October Weeks.

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The smell of food bore down sharply on her senses, and she moved swiftly through the trees and brush to follow it. She was almost silent in her footsteps. Her nose and ears told her everything she needed to know.
            She stopped and sniffed the air. Then, she lowered herself behind brushes and trees and leaves, the autumn colors hiding her tawny, black, and bits of white perfectly. She waited…
            There it was. Dinner. From the west, unaware and getting closer.   
            The whitetail came into view seconds later, dipping its head to a mountain stream. It was rare that a doe was alone this time of year, but here she was. At the perfect angle.
            She lowered herself more, preparing, using her expert hunting skills and knowledge to make the kill. She was very patient.
            Then, with a burst of speed and precision, she attacked. The deer realized her fate far too late and only ran but a few yards. Teeth sank into the neck, and within moments, dinner was served.
            It was the time of year. She just had to hunt more often to work off the extra rush of hormones and need to feed. She was always careful, staying close to or on her vast property. But today was different. She was on a friend’s property, a trusted friend who was out of town for the day. After retrieving her clothes from the porch of the friend’s home, she jogged to her truck and grabbed a pen and paper from the glove box. She wrote a thank you note and IOU for the hunting. Then, she got back to her truck and took off over the mountain to her house…on the dirt back roads.        
            She couldn’t help but go a bit too fast today, knowing who would be traversing them as well.
            The flashing red lights in her rearview as she turned a corner made her grin. She hoped he was in a playful mood this evening—knowing he was on duty had been the reason she’d picked this route home. Her grin widened as a six-foot-two redhead stepped out of his own truck to walk to hers.
            She rolled her window down.
            The fair-skinned man grinned back as he rested his arms on the door. “Cilla Walton, you know better than to drive that fast on this road.”
            Her blue eyes met his brown ones. “Aw, come on, Riley.” She tried to look as sincere as possible. “I was only doing fifty/fifty-five.”
            He chuckled. “On a forty mile an hour road.”
            She laughed softly, loving the scent rolling off of him. She knew he was smelling her as well. “Riley Cooper, are you going to give me a ticket?”
            He leaned in the window about an inch, inhaling. His grin turned wicked, suggesting all sorts of tempting things. She tried not to visibly shiver.
            She won.
            “Not tonight, I’m afraid. I’m heading for my parents’ house for dinner with them and my brothers. As you know, my mom’s birthday is tomorrow.”
            “Yes. I have something for her,” she replied. “I’m also taking her shopping over in Burlington in the morning, with Ginger and my sister Cat.”
            “Dad talked to you.”
            She nodded. “We’ll be back before dinner, around four-thirty.”
            He leaned against her door and reached a hand in to move stray strands of her tawny-colored hair behind her ear. “You’ve been out hunting…and you got the kill.”
            She smiled softly. “Of course I did.”
            “Over at Ram and Mara’s?”
            She nodded.
            “Yeah, Ram mentioned you asked permission to hunt on his and Mara’s land. Why?”
            She shrugged. “I just wanted a different place to hunt—the deer near my house are getting suspicious.” She winked.
            He chuckled.
            Shiver, shiver, shiver… She managed to hide the shiver, but not the scent it caused. Damn autumn air.
            “I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
            “Yes, you will. And by the way,” she said as he stepped away from the door while she put it back in gear, “you smell edible.”
            He grinned. “So do you, babe. And I plan on remedying that soon.”

From Roane Publishing and guest author @AuthorLynneBurke Finding Freedom, Found by Fate 2 #menage #giveaway starting soon



Finding Freedom
Found by Fate 2
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Release Date: February 1, 2016
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Keywords: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, Menage, Novella, Series

Tessa’s life beneath the strict rules of her parents’ cultish church leaves her longing for independence. Her boring, small-town checkout lane job barely covers the bills, let alone fulfill her wants and desires.

Until the weekly visits of god-like Trent and Brody have her dreaming of a Tessa sandwich with both sensual men as her bread.

Fantasies may be a pastime of the wicked, but when Trent asks her on a date—with both him and Brody—Tessa decides to take a chance, knowing the purity of her soul is at stake. Will these two men be her ticket to freedom – or her one way trip to eternal damnation?


Towel wrapped around me, I peeked out the bathroom door into Trent’s dimly lit bedroom. A T-shirt and shorts lay on his massive, king-sized bed.

I tugged the shorts up my damp legs, but couldn’t get them over my bum. More tears pricked as I cursed my too-much body. Trent’s shirt hung to the middle of my thighs. It would have to do.

Trent lounged beside the blazing fire pit. The sound of trickling water drew my attention to the right. Brody stood beneath the outdoor shower, his round, bite-able backside flooding my mouth with drool.

Tearing my gaze off him, I ambled over toward Trent. He patted the couch beside him, and taking care not to reveal my too-much, naked bottom half, I settled on the cushion and allowed myself another peek at Brody.

“Hot, isn’t he?”

Trent’s low, murmured words whipped my head around. “What?”

“Brody.” He continued to stare at his friend, a smirk on his lips, lust in his eyes. “Just look at that ass.”

Unable to help myself, I did as told while trying to wrap my mind around what Trent had said—and the unmistakable desire in his gaze.

“What do you think, Tessa?”

I swallowed and laced my fingers together in my lap. “I think he’s beautiful.”

Trent made a sound of appreciation in his throat as Brody turned, closed his eyes, and tipped his head back, running his hands through his hair.

My focus zoned in on his long, flaccid penis. Cock, my whore-mind whispered. I laced my fingers tighter and forced my attention on Trent.

He met my gaze and grinned. “Quite the temptation, isn’t he?”

“Enough to make me burn in hell,” I admitted with a whisper.

What people are saying about this title:

“This book is hot!!! The passion between these three is off the charts sexy!! I mean what girl wouldn’t want two men lusting after her?? I need more!!” - Alpha Book Club

“I loved the interaction between the heroine and her two sexy guys.” - London Saint James

“Wish I could be the cheese in this sandwich - 5 stars” - Goodreads Review



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Captive Wolf #MWTease dark #shifter #romanticsuspense from @sirenbookstrand The cage door opened .... #PNR

The cage door opened and Ryder raised his head. Astonished, he saw Evie dressed only in a tank top and lace panties, dragged into the arena on a chain behind Doug.

The man marched Evie around the arena to the cheers of the crowd.

Fury rose in white-hot spears through Ryder. He longed to tear Doug’s head off.

Doug stood before him, a club in one hand that had spikes embedded in it and the length of chain with Evie handcuffed to the last links in the other. Brutality, bordering on madness, glinted in his eyes. His face contorted with hatred and power, he taunted Ryder.
“Look what I got for the hungry dog, a tasty little traitor—a sexy little bitch for it to feast on.” Spit flew from his twisted lips as he spoke.

Ryder flicked his gaze to Evie. She had fingerprint bruises all down each arm. Livid wheals lined her upper thighs. One of her cheekbones sported a huge bruise.

She gazed at Ryder forlornly.

Ryder lost it. He charged at Doug, barreling into the man, but all he succeeded in doing was catching a hit from the spiked club.

©Elodie Parkes Siren Publishing 2015
When Ryder Venn sets out to do a favor for his alpha brother, Joshua, he thinks it’s just an ordinary day. Little does he know the horror and adventure that awaits him. Captured and tortured by shifter hunters, Ryder wakes to the gentle care of Evie Thomas.
As Ryder Venn falls in love with the mysterious girl who nurses his wounds and feeds him, Evie discloses her reason for being part of the hunter’s group. 
Deep in love, Ryder marks Evie as his mate.
Gorgeous Ryder will do anything for her.
Lovely Evie will do anything to free him.
5 stars on Siren , 5 stars from A readers' favorite
Captive Wolf , The Venn Pack in Love 3
Hop to the next #MWTease

He took the winding road to his palace #teaserTuesday from A #FairyTale #Romance @evernightpub #erotic surprising

Thorn lingered in the town for a couple of hours. He wandered amongst the tourists, enjoying the distant contact with people. When loneliness really took a hold, just being surrounded by strangers was a treat. He stopped at ‘The Drowning Princess Café’ for coffee. As he waited for his order, he re-read the signs on the walls that told the legend of the princess.

Her family sent her to this place, a far off land, to marry a prince. Her father, the old king, did the deal for riches. The prince wanted this woman to love him, but she couldn’t, and pined for her home. Her miserable existence got the better of her, and she threw herself into the sea, here from the quayside where the townspeople erected a tavern to honor her drowning. Her mother, who had opposed the marriage from the start and was rumored amongst her own people to be a witch, had died too not long after, made ill by grief. The legend told of a spell she cast on the prince before she died. It was so powerful a spell that in her broken-hearted condition she weakened from the exertion and died. The modern day café stood on the exact spot where the princess threw herself into the waves, after the original tavern had finally decayed.

Thorn didn’t think there was even a remote truth to the legend when he’d read the posters on his first visit to the coastal town. Now, he sighed, thinking it was more than likely true. He picked up the coffee served to him and drank a little. It was good coffee. He watched people come and go for a half hour and then left to drive home.

He took the winding coast road up the hillside to his palace. As he drove, he considered Sandy. He knew she liked him. She was a sweetheart and one of only three people who knew what he was now. His doctor knew, his lawyer knew, and Sandy. They’d taken some convincing at first. His doc actually attempted a psych evaluation, but then of course, ‘seeing is believing,’ and at a dinner party where Thorn had arranged especially for them to see, they suddenly became his confidants.

©Elodie Parkes EvernightPublishing All Rights Reserved
When delectable Thorn Valmont buys an old palace to renovate on the Mediterranean coast, he never dreams it will cost him his freedom.
Thorn is part of an aristocratic family. He’s a prince and must find his princess to solve a puzzle he inherits from the ancient owners of the Mediterranean palace.
Will he find her in time to stop his loneliness destroying him completely?

 4 sparkling stars from A readers' favorite
A treat to read this winter. A Fairy Tale Romance will whisk you away to the Mediterranean. 

Monday #MMromance from @vllocey @amor_meg and @NoaXireau #MondayBlogs @ellorascave @loveunleashed

From author Vicki Locey
An #MM romance , Life is a Stevie Wonder Song
Authors know that their muse is a fickle creature. Best-selling spy novelist Stephen Ramsey has been in a hate-hate relationship with his inspiration for months. When Stephen's publisher lays a legal ultimatum upon him, with a rapidly approaching deadline, he knows he must do something to kick-start his creativity or face the unemployment line. His daughter comes up with a possible answer: a summer camp for the creative soul. With nothing to lose, Stephen packs up his laptop, phonograph and beloved record albums and heads from Greenwich Village to the Catskill Mountains. 

There, among a horde of college students attending for extra credits, is Declan Pomeroy, a photographer of fey creatures who is twenty-two years younger than Stephen. The woods are a magical place, and he quickly finds himself falling under the spell of the free-spirited photographer. Confusion wars with desire inside Stephen as he succumbs to the feelings welling up inside. But, sadly, summer camp always has to end. Can a man who has just found himself really leave the person that makes his heart sing? 

Finding yourself can be truly inspirational. 
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From author, Meg Amor and Loose ID

Explosive heat makes sparks fly as two wounded men learn to trust and find a home for their shrapnel-laced souls. 
Hawaiian Orchid

Kulani is “The Orchid,” a young, insecure, pro-surfer who comes from a rough background on the Big Island of Hawai’i. He’s Beau Toyama’s cousin from Hawaiian Lei. But he’s also a healer and has a heart as deep as the ocean he’s part of. Like the great Hawaiians, who have gone before him, warrior Kulani Mahikoa epitomizes the spirit of aloha and love. Kulani’s not only healing his own wounds, but “The Lost Boys”—young, homeless, abandoned and abused gay boys he’s taken under his wing.
Rob Masterson is a wounded psychologist who’s trying to come to terms with his husband Tony’s death. When he died, they were separated but still living together. Can the lone and lonely New Zealand widower reconcile all the pieces of guilt and love, to heal and fall in love again? When he drops anchor in Kona Harbor and meets the exotic islander—young, bolshie Kulani—explosive heat makes sparks fly between them.
Is the age difference between them a barrier or something they’ll get past? Kulani has more layers than Rob ever bargained for. And Rob’s tangled knot of responsibility, grief and guilt with his New Zealand heritage and past life is something he needs to untangle.
Two wounded men have to learn to trust and love one another. Traveling between the South Sea Islands of beautiful New Zealand and the exotic Hawaiian Islands—they forge a sea change, finding a home for their shrapnel laced souls.
Hawaiian Orchid by Meg Amor
Edited by Heather Hollis
Cover Art by Syneca Featherstone
Published by Loose Id, LLC
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From author Noa Xireau and Ellora's Cave 
 Three Kings for Sarah

Three powerful warriors are called on to play the Three Kings for a dying Spanish girl. Shapeshifter Duncan must work with his ex-lover Gedeon, the vampire who once betrayed him. When the mysterious dream-walker Xiu comes out of the shadows, all of them know they are being manipulated.
Instead of a girl, they find a woman who is dying, protecting the Earth from an otherworldly creature. Trapped in Sarah’s dream world without powers, the three men will have to convince her to return with them—by any means necessary.
Gedeon, Xiu and Duncan will need more than just battle skills to work out their issues before Epiphany and not all of them are aware that Sarah is not the only one who’s being seduced…
Inside Scoop: An intense adrenaline rush can make you fight or…well, yes, just that! Be prepared to stumble over two alpha males blowing off steam in a very hot way.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!

They were trapped in her dreams and only hers.
An adult paranormal romance from Ellora’s Cave