Thursday, October 23, 2014

Spooky, sexy spot #10: Hunter S. Jones (and friends)

Today we have a spooky, sexy antho offered up by Hunter S. Jones. And away we go...



Masquerade

Vampires, menages, witches, BDSM, sex clubs, Dommes, subs, zombies. These eight original stories by some of today's hottest erotic romance writers have one thing in common – a Masquerade. Behind a facade, the constraints of society fade, and fantasies come to life. Lose yourself in the Masquerade, and explore your wildest desires. Let the games begin…

Featuring:
C.P. Mandara - Dancing With Death
Alisa Easton - Masked Desires
Paige Matthews - Secrets
Glenda Horsfall - Under Cover
Gale Stanley - Optical Illusions
Kayla Lords - The Iron Maiden
Dakota Skye - Dominating Justice
Hunter S. Jones - Fables Deux


About the author:

HUNTER S. JONES
Writer. Exile on Peachtree Street.
  
I make things up and write them down.

The art form I create when writing is much more interesting than anything you will ever know or learn about me. However, since you ask, I have lived in Tennessee and Georgia my entire life, except for one “lost summer” spent in Los Angeles. My first published stories were for a local underground rock publication in Nashville. Since then, I have published articles on music, fashion, art, travel and history.

October 2013 saw the launch of a novel collaboration, SEPTEMBER ENDS, contemporary fiction laced with romance, erotic and supernatural elements, bound by poetry. SEPTEMBER ENDS has been labeled an “Indie Sensation” due the critical reception and international recognition the novel has received.  It has been awarded Best Independently Published Romance by the peer recommended eFestival of Words. The book has been downloaded in every Amazon domain on the planet. It has achieved #1 status on Amazon for World Literature, #1 in British Poetry, #1 in Artistic Erotica and #1 in Contemporary Poetry.

September 2014 saw the launch of SEPTEMBER FIRST, prequel to SEPTEMBER ENDS. It is the newest addition to the September Stories. SEPTEMBER FIRST is the story of English poets, Jack O. Savage and Indie Shadwick.

Look for MASQUERADE, a paranormal erotic anthology, already on pre-order. MASQUERADE is officially launching November 2, 2014.

You can connect with me at the following social media sites:
https://www.facebook.com/HunterSJonesPR
2 buy links (Amazon and an alternate)

MASQUERADE is available for pre-order on:


On Halloween:

There’s something romantic and sexy about long, cool nights, isn’t there? It’s a time of enchantment.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Spooky, sexy spot #9: Teresa Noelle Roberts

Today's spot goes to one of the nicest people I know, Teresa Noelle Roberts or TNR when I make notes to myself. She's giving us a peek at her book Witches' Waves. I hope I get to read this one. Looks fabulous...




On Halloween:
 
I celebrate Halloween differently than a lot of people. Don’t get me wrong. I love candy and cheesy old monster movies, and I welcome any chance to wear a costume in public. But I’m a Celtic-path pagan, so for me the special aspect of Halloween or Samhain (which, coincidentally or not, also the name of the publisher of the Duals and Donovans series) is that it’s a time to honor and reconnect with ancestors and dead loved ones. After I hand out candy to little ghouls and goblins, I’m meditating, introspective…remembering that love never dies. I can’t speak for everyone, but for me, it’s healthy and beautiful, though sad, to call forth memories of those I’ve lost, to remind myself they’re not truly lost as long as they’re in my heart.

So if you trick-or-treat at my house, you may find me with red eyes and a wistful expression. But it’s all good. For me, it’s more a part of Halloween than the fun size candy bars and the cat ears. (Because, hey, I’m also a full-time writer, so I can wear my cat ears any time I please.)

Witches’ Waves is all about witches and shapeshifters. The scary aspect, though, isn’t the paranormal beings, but a branch of the US government. (Art reflecting life? I’m not saying anything, just in case Big Brother is watching.) But this is definitely a sexy, spooky book, full of magic and danger and the kind of love that changes not only the characters’ lives, but the world. It won’t be out until mid-November, but a little Halloween throwback while you’re getting ready for Thanksgiving isn’t a bad thing.
                                                                                                        
Witches’ Waves (Duals and Donovans: The Different, book 4)
Out 11/18/14 from Samhain Publishing. Pre-order now!

The ocean is on their side. But the fight is on land—and it’s about to get dirty.
 
Long held captive as the Agency’s secret weapon—a blind witch with visions—Meaghan has come to a line she refuses to cross. Rather than betray the infant “child of five bloods” to the Agency’s scientists, she chooses death. Except when she throws herself into the ocean, she doesn’t die. Her repressed water magic comes to life.

When the sodden, delirious witch drifts into Kyle’s arms, his otter dual instincts tell him to get her to the Donovans as fast as possible. Even though one particular surfer-dude Donovan broke his heart.
Declan Donovan continually kicks himself for pushing Kyle away, but his touchy combination of water, earth and lightning magic is too volatile, and Kyle wanted more than Deck was ready to give.
When they come together to help Meaghan control her new magic, it leads the Agency straight to the child of five bloods. They’ll have to dive head-first into total trust—in their magics, in themselves and in each other—to save the child and stop the Agency once and for all.

Warning: Contains an oceanful of sex between an ethereal blind heroine who swears like a pissed-off Marine, an overly serious otter shifter, a would-be beach bum who may be descended from a Norse god, in permutations as fluid as the sea – and themes of abuse and recovery.


And here’s a slightly spooky taste. Otter dual Kyle has just rescued a drowning human woman…and things are getting weird.

The girl stirred and muttered something under her breath.

Donovan.

He swore he heard her say Donovan.

No, couldn’t be. It was just because he’d been thinking about Deck—Declan Donovan,
his Donovan, or the one he wished were his—that he thought he heard the name.

He looked down at her, staring intently as if trying to see through her fragile, fair skin
to the person inside. Could she be one of Deck’s witchy relatives, far from home and in
trouble? She didn’t look familiar but he hadn’t met all of Deck’s siblings, let alone the whole
huge extended family.

Still, Kyle had met a lot of Donovans while visiting Deck. They’d all been fair-skinned,
mostly with fine bones and delicate features like this girl’s, though Deck and some of his
siblings were blond, big, brawny Viking types, more like their Norwegian mother than their
Irish-American father. But witches worked closely with natural energies, and even the most
ethereal-looking of Deck’s relatives, like his scholarly cousins Paul and Portia, had a rosy
glow to their fair skin, an outdoorsy vibe. So the girl was probably not one of the witchy
Donovans.

But they weren’t the only Donovans on the planet, or even in the Pacific Northwest. For
that matter, it could be a first name.

Besides, she’d probably said something different.

She muttered again, and this time there was no question about what Kyle heard: Donovan. Oregon. Baby.

And then she began to convulse.

Her hair stood straight out behind her—her wet, thick hair that up until now had been clinging to her shoulders like nothing would ever move it.

Kyle let out what he hoped was a manly shriek.

If it had been up to his strength of will and professional training alone, Kyle would have turned otter and humped and slithered back to the safety of the water.

What kept him by the girl’s side, making sure she stayed safe during this seizure, possession or  whatever it was, was an otter’s curiosity, stronger than fear or common sense. Something freaky was up here, something he’d never seen before. He’d had a relationship (well, almost a  relationship) with Deck Donovan, who rode waves like an otter and summoned lightning from a clear sky. He’d been on the Donovan estate and met the chatty family ghosts and Deck’s grandmother Roslyn who could pull cancer out of people’s bodies, and Paul’s wife, who was an immortal avatar of Trickster. Kyle thought he knew weird. But everything else he’d seen before paled in comparison to whatever was happening to the poor near-drowned girl. And he wanted to know what was going on.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

You could say I've been obsessed...

with getting this out. Heh. Sadly, my obsession didn't make it go any faster.

But, it's up! I've been working on this for a thousand years. Okay, about seven or eight months. Obsession Suite contains 4 dark erotic tales from 'back in the day'. 4 stories that stood the test of time for me. Stories I wrote years ago that I still love. In a most unholy way.






Available now on Amazon. Coming to other venues soon. 

I'll be back tomorrow with more spooky, sexy spots for your Howl-oween reading pleasure!

XOXO
Sommer


Monday, October 20, 2014

Spooky, sexy spot #8: Lucy Felthouse

Today's spot is the lovely Lucy Felthouse with a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret...



Blurb
Emily arrives at Westbury Hall with a job to do. She’s to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library, preserving them for future generations. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She’d expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. The introductions complete, George leaves Emily in peace to get on with her job. But when a falling photograph sets off a chain reaction of ghostly events, Emily and George are thrown together in order to find out who—or what—is causing them. Their investigation uncovers a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret.

PLEASE NOTE: This is a revised and extended of a previously published title, Love Through Time.

Excerpt
Emily received some strange looks and frowns from the people she passed as she walked across the graveled drive towards the front entrance of Westbury Hall. She could appreciate their confusion. It was closing time for the stately home and the last of the visitors were being politely ushered out of the building, yet she was heading inside. What’s more, she’d been invited. She had a job to do.

An elderly lady stood in the porch smiling and nodding as she held the door open for those departing the property. Most of them seemed in no hurry to leave, stopping to make comments to the woman, thanking her for a lovely visit and so on. Emily waited patiently, allowing the patrons to leave before attempting to get in. When the staff member—most likely a volunteer, Emily thought—caught sight of her, she gave her a polite nod of acknowledgment.

Finally, the last of Westbury Hall’s visitors moved out, leaving Emily free to enter. Climbing the single stone step to the threshold of the front porch, she took the hand that had already been offered to her.

Shaking Emily’s hand with a surprising firmness, the woman said, “You must be Miss Stone.” Her smart appearance and the intelligence in her eyes indicated that despite her advancing age, she was far from past it, “I’m Mrs. Thompson, house supervisor.”

“I am,” replied Emily, dropping her hand back to her side, “but please, call me Emily. It’s lovely to meet you. So, house supervisor? Do you live on site?” Not a volunteer, then, but a paid member of staff.

Indicating Emily should step inside the entrance hall, Mrs. Thompson proceeded to close and lock the porch and front doors of the house, securing them in.

“I do,” the older woman said, turning back to face Emily, “I have rooms in a separate building just off the back of this one. So you needn’t worry about me disturbing you.”

“Oh no,” said Emily, worried she’d inadvertently rubbed Mrs.  Thompson up the wrong way, “I didn’t mean that. I was just curious, that’s all. You’re more than welcome to see me at work, Mrs. Thompson, although I’m afraid you won’t see anything terribly exciting.”

Mrs. Thompson smiled now, the warmth reaching her eyes. Emily almost sagged with relief. She’d yet to see the extent of the work she had to do, but she’d been told it was no easy task, so she could be here for some time. The last thing she needed was to upset any of the staff.

“Oh, you’d be surprised, my dear. This is a fascinating old place. Of course, all these old houses have history, but Westbury Hall’s is particularly rich.”

Emily smiled. The woman’s enthusiasm was infectious. “Well then,” she replied, “I can’t wait to learn more about it. I hope you’ll feed me some historical tidbits throughout the time I’m here?”

Mrs. Thompson gave an enigmatic smile. Then, startling Emily somewhat, she turned smartly on her heel and walked deeper into the house. “Come, my dear, I won’t hold you up any longer. I’ll show you to the library, where you’ll soon start uncovering Westbury’s illustrious history for yourself.”

About the author:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women's Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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On Halloween:
 
Favorite aspect of Halloween~Snuggling up inside with the heating on, eating sweets and reading spooky books!