Stand and Deliver by Marie Medina

Today I welcome the wonderful Maria Medina. She’s got a nice little series called Tales of the Highwaymen, part of Evernight’s growing Romance on the Go line. The first one, Stand and Deliver, is available now. How about we look a the blurb and then I naughty teaser? Enjoy!

Blurb:

Eloise thought being whisked to another dimension by a handsome man would be a fantasy come true, but the gorgeous nobleman in question can’t even make her come. As she tries to figure out how to free herself of him, she begins to notice a masked man following her wherever she goes.

In this world of lords and ladies, should she be afraid when this dashing highwayman rides up and demands that she be delivered into his arms? Her brain tells her to be wary, but her body tells her that the ultimate fantasy might be within reach after all…

Teaser Excerpt:

Adam watched Eloise closely. They were in one of the bedrooms of the abandoned Trancy manor, which served as Gerard’s home and headquarters. He had tied her, very loosely, to a chair with silk scarves. She’d made no effort to free herself. The looks she’d given him and the heaving of her breasts told him she was aroused, but he could tell she was embarrassed by it and trying to fight it.

“You aren’t screaming or trying to run away, my lady. I believe you’ve been looking forward to this meeting.”

She searched his eyes. “You’re no ordinary highwayman. I know your voice. You must have been at one of Theodore’s parties.”

Though he was glad she at least knew his voice, it bruised his ego a bit she couldn’t properly place it. “You’re right. I have only been a highwayman for a month. And there is only one treasure I have wanted to steal.”

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

He walked over to her and caressed her cheek, enjoying the feel of her trembling. “Yes.”

“There are easier ways to attract a lady’s attention.”

He went down on one knee and cupped her cheek more fully. “Like this?” He captured her lips, taking advantage of her gasp to fully ravish her mouth. She stiffened, but he held fast, and soon she melted in the embrace. She was breathless when he let her go.

The game he was now playing seemed to arouse her even more. “I believe I have your attention now.” He dipped his head down to kiss her neck. Then lower. He tightened his grip on her shoulder as his lips neared her breasts. Her heart pounded in her chest as his lips caressed the tops of the soft mounds. “Are you frightened, my lady?”

“That is a trick question.”

He looked up at her. “Is it?”

“You’re very good at seduction, but you’re also a kidnapper.” She took a labored breath. “And I’m a goddamned fool for not wanting you to stop.”

He laughed, though he could see in her eyes that she was a little afraid, despite her body’s reaction to him. “Perhaps, Eloise, your heart knows you shouldn’t fear me. Don’t be angry at my little deception.” He untied his mask and let it slip from his face.

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Book 1: Stand and Deliver: Available now!

Book 2: Your Money or Your Life: Coming January 15

Book 3: All Mine: Coming January 30

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Merry Christmas

Today I’m going to break from my normal posting madness and introduce you to the newest edition of my family. It’s been over five years since I had a pet, my darling Rose was seventeen years old when he passed.

While I know there’s pet stores and people with loads of animals, I decided to go through Furry Friends Network. These are families to unselfishly devote their time to caring for strays, getting them spayed or neutered, and taking care of the babies that were born. The benefit of going this route is I knew my fur baby would be void of fleas, worms, and the like. Plus they’re already fixed.

So I went to the local Petsmart that allows this wonderful organization to set up shop in the store. The most important thing is to remember a pet isn’t something you choose. They choose you. I walked by a cage and a kitten stuck out her paw. She was a beauty. I wanted her and she seemed to want me. My son, on the other hand, went straight for the black cats.

You see, Rose was a black male that I bonded with right after his birth. It was that quick. I never had a cat before but he just caught me in his web of cuteness. I even had to find an apartment that allowed pets just for him. It was worth it. My son and him didn’t bond right away. In fact, Rose hissed when I brought my son home from the hospital. Some people might have thought “time to get rid of the cat”. Not me. Rose was my baby too and I knew he’d come around and realize not only was he staying, so was this little human who was taking his place on my lap. I had zero problems. That’s the bond I had with Rose.

So the black kitty’s name was Brine. I pet her and got the feel if we could be compatible. She was a darling. Then came the news after I filled out the paperwork. Another family was interested in Cassie, the first cat I had a connection with. I didn’t want to have one cat, I wanted two. Plus, Brine had been raised with three sisters. How could I not have a playmate for her. So I decided to check out Brine’s sisters. A gray tiger just stared at me. Her name was Ariel. The other cats seemed to show interest in me but Ariel stuck her back paw into the face of one as if to say “Back off, this is my human”.

She was right. It didn’t take as long as it felt to get them but I got the email that I was approved. It erased a crappy day for me. I was overjoyed. I was going to be a mommy to two fur babies.

Brine & Ariel 2

They’re still shy but warming up. they’ve already had misadventures in getting stuck in places kitties shouldn’t go. Their favorite hang out is under my bed but they’ll come out if they’re not napping. One sister does not go anywhere without the other. I could be happier in my decision. 🙂

Merry Christmas, everyone. Remember–A rescued animal is the best way to go.

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One by London Saint James

Today I have the lovely London Saint James giving a little taste of her latest hawt released from Evernight. It’s part of the great ‘treat before bedtime’ series Romance on the Go. Please enjoy the teasin’ and pleasin’. 😉

Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish

Blurb: For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

 A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge?

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Excerpt:

    “It’s been a long time,” he said in a voice that still sent shivers up my spine. “I was in town, and decided, why not?”

     I crossed my arms and eyed him suspiciously. “Humm…”

     “That’s it? All you have to say is, ‘Humm?’”

     “Humm is better than what I was really thinking, Marcus.”

     His mouth twitched at the corners, and I hated the fact I noticed how damn sexy his lips were.

     “Guinn,” he said.

    “Guinevere,” I corrected. I set my expression to that of unyielding stone and ignored those sparkling straight white teeth as he smiled. His wicked ways no longer affected me. I’d broken his spell two years ago, and I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I was Mistress Guinevere. I was in control, he wasn’t, and I would never relinquish the balance of power out of my favor again.

    He tilted his head in that roguish way and eyed me. Heat radiated from my core. “So, am I to stand here in the hall or are you going to let me come in, Guinevere?”

     “I hate you, Marcus, so why should I let you in?”

     “Hate is a strong word for someone who claimed no feelings for me whatsoever as she stormed out of my apartment a couple of years ago.”

     “What do you want? I don’t have times for your games,” I said rather tersely.

     “Let me in. Then I’ll tell you.”

     “You’re going to have to do better than that, Marcus. What’s wrong? Have you lost your touch? If you think that will entice me, you are so wrong.”

     Marcus Warner, Master Dom, pulled out a gorgeous pair of thigh-high, red leather, spike-heeled boots from behind his back, holding them out in front of him so I could see every lovely inch of the unmistakable Italian craftsmanship on the handmade beauties.

     “You won’t let me in even if I’m baring gifts?”

     I eyed the boots before returning my gaze to him.

    “What’s the old saying?” I asked. His perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted. “Isn’t it, beware of those baring gifts?”

     He dangled the boots. Swinging them from side to side. Tempting me.

     Bastard.

    I’ll give Marcus his dues. Since the first day I met him, he had my number, and during the year I spent with him, I gave him too much of myself, falling back into what I believed to be the weakness I worked so hard with Mistress Payne to rid myself of.

    Marcus sniffed the leather of the boots in his hand, giving me that smile again. He knew me well, maybe too well, and he knew those boots would be like kryptonite, cracking my will.

    “All right. You can come in, but only for a while.”

     “That’s my little, Guinn,” he said.

     “I’m not your little anything, and don’t call me Guinn!” I stepped aside so he could enter, shutting the door behind him.

    He strolled into my apartment as though he belonged, sat the boots down on my glass coffee table, and took a seat, rather casually, on my leather couch. He patted the space next to him.

     “Well, come on. I’m not going to bite, unless you want me to,” he said, releasing his sexy sideway smirk.

     I took a seat in the chair across from the couch. This was my house, and I’d sit where I wanted to.

    He chuckled, shook his head, leaned back, and kicked his feet out, positioning them under my coffee table.

     “Marcus, are you going to tell me why you’re here?”

     “To see you.”

     “I’m not buying that.”

     He shrugged.

     “Aren’t you going to try on the boots?”

     “No,” I said.

     “You know you want to,” he baited.

     “Listen. I’m not sure what you are up to, and frankly I really don’t care—”

     “I’m up to the business of you,” he said.

     “What do you mean?”

     “Maybe I let you go too soon. Maybe I regret it. Maybe I’ve decided it’s been long enough, and I want you back.”

     I snorted. “I left you, remember? You didn’t let me do anything.”

     There was that grin of his. The one that makes any woman consider her panties, his mouth, his tongue… Stop it, Guinevere. Don’t forget this is Marcus, the man you loath.

     “Really?” His onyx-colored eyes met me, and held me there with him. Stare for stare, we were locked in a secret power play for dominance.

     “We never worked well together,” I said. “You’re a dom, and I’m a dom, and neither is willing to give.”

     “Baby, you’re a switch. You like to dominate, but you also like to be dominated.”

     “No. I’m not,” I protested.

     “You always liked it when I took the control,” he said, assuredly. “With one word, you were wet for me.”

     “I like being in control. And I have no intention or interest in being submissive. Not for you, not for anybody.”

     “How long are you going to keep telling yourself that lie?”

     I stood up, pissed off and ready to rage. “Marcus, I don’t have to explain anything, justify my life and my choices, or put up with your shit. I think your time is up. I’d like to say it was good seeing you again, but that would be a lie.”

    “You’ve always lied to yourself when it comes to me and how I make you feel.”

     “You don’t make me feel anything, Marcus. Get over yourself.”

     I marched to the front door. Marcus followed behind me. I reached for the knob, and was stopped by his large hand as it covered mine. He placed his mouth to my ear. His warm breath tickled across my cheek.

    “Guinevere,” he said in a low, deep growl. Immediately, my sex trembled. And fuckadie, fuck, fuck, he was right. One word. And that one word was my name falling from his lips.

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