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Cold Night Moon (FF) ~ Naomi Clark @naomi_jay

From the Author…

Thanks for having me here on your blog today! I’m really excited to be sharing my latest release, COLD NIGHT MOON – book five in my Urban Wolf Series. This is a series that’s really so close to my heart for a lot of reasons, and it’s great to be back in Ayla and Shannon’s world. I’ve been with these characters for six years now, and I like to think that each installment, whether it’s a short story like this or a full-length novel, has expanded the world and see my werewolf ladies grow. In COLD NIGHT MOON, I get to play with some British folklore (always fun!) and give Ayla and Shannon a romantic break in the woods…well, a sort of romantic break, anyway. I hope you’ll love it!

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Blurb:

Urban Wolf, 5

After a difficult year, Ayla Hammond wants to give her girlfriend Shannon a dream Christmas. A cozy, romantic cabin in the woods seems like the perfect way to put their troubles behind them and start the New Year right. And at first, everything is going according to Ayla’s plan…until night falls.

There’s something in the woods. And it’s after Shannon.

Be warned: f/f sex

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Excerpt:

“We’re going home,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t sound as shaky as I thought it did.

“No! Can’t you hear her! It’s so beautiful, Ayla, I have to see… I have to find her…” She slapped uselessly at my arms.

I had  to change position. I couldn’t really see past her head and if she started kicking, she could take out my knees with those heavy hiking boots. But I didn’t want to let her go to try and put her in a better hold. With a groan, I sort of rolled her in my arms so we were face to face. Her expression was one of angry hunger, nothing like the Shannon I knew. She slapped me, her gloves stinging my cheek. 

“Let me go!”

I growled and hauled her over my shoulder. She kneed me in the stomach and pummeled my back, shouting now.

“Put me down! I have to see her!”

“There’s nobody there!” I cried, frustration boiling over into anger of my own. “Please, Shannon—”

She kneed me again, knocking the breathe from me, and I stumbled. Her weight overbalanced me, pitching us both into the snow, with Shannon landing on top of me. While I wheezed for air, she tried to scramble off me, but I grabbed her wrists and clung on. The sheer panic on her face scared me. It was the intense, mindless panic of an animal fleeing a wildfire, a human watching a friend die. You couldn’t reason with that, couldn’t snap someone out of it.

She twisted and thrashed, trying to free herself, while snow soaked through my jeans and slid into my boots, sending chills through me. I was fighting the elements as well as Shannon, and whilst I could outfight Shannon if I wanted, I couldn’t hold off the cold forever.

I gritted my teeth. “I’m so sorry,” I said, and then I headbutted her.

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Author Bio:

Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she’s not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she’s hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn’t available, she’s with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

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Let’s Ride (FF) ~ Rebecca Black @Northerngirl76

From the Author…

Hello!

Thanks for having me today so I can give my new book Let’s Ride a shout out.

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I really love a good, quick read. Busy lives often don’t leave as much time as we’d like for reading, do they? I’m not always so bothered about the backstory, I just want to live vicariously for a moment through the characters as they experience that first rush of lust and desire in a new relationship – I want to get a little hot and tingly ;)

Well Evernight’s Romance on the Go range is all about fulfilling this reading need and my new release Let’s Ride is a part of that.

Let’s Ride started life as an erotic short that I wrote for Masturbation Monday (a meme that I write for most weeks). I saw a black and white photograph of this gorgeous, androgynous woman sat on a kick ass motorbike in just a pair of knickers and this piece of flash fiction just fired out of me. Talk about inspiration!

She looked like she wouldn’t take any crap and she looked very capable of sweeping someone off their feet. It got a lot of great feedback so I decided to extend it and lucky for me, Evernight liked it too.

I’ve read some great books with well written dominant male characters, both straight and gay, but I really wanted to write a recognisable archetype with a twist. There isn’t one good reason on this earth why the hero has to be male. Let’s Ride completely rejects that assumption. Jo is confident, self-assured and has a dominant streak a mile wide, but she’s also a beautiful woman, inside and out. She rides into town and sweeps Mary-Beth right off her feet and into her bed. I love her (I know I’m not supposed to say that because I wrote her, but I really do!) and I hope you do too.

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Blurb:

“I would do just about anything to be on the back of that bike when she leaves this place.” 

Trapped in a small town life, Mary-Beth always knew there was something better out there. Then Jo rides into town and walks straight into the diner where she works. Sexy, dominant, and self-assured, Jo is everything Mary-Beth wishes she could be. Their hot, intense meeting crashes through Mary-Beth’s small world and offers her the promise of a new start.

Will Mary-Beth leave everything behind and ride with Jo towards the chance of a new life?

Be warned: f/f sex, sex toys

Excerpt:

Standing by the window, I’m trying to take a lunch time customer’s order but my attention is caught by a bike riding into the gas pump out front.

I hold my breath. She is pretty much everything that I wish I could be. Tall and lean. Enough fuck you attitude to tame a horde of marauding Vikings. She straddles that bike like she was born to it, like she never rode a trike. Like she just stepped right onto all that horsepower and with a flick of her wrists rode off into the sunset, giving everyone the finger as she went.

I would do just about anything to be on the back of that bike when she leaves this place.

She kicks the stand and moves the bike smoothly into its stationary position, slinging her long leg over the back wheel.

I jump a little when our eyes meet through the window. I’m supposed to be taking this guy’s order but I got distracted, seriously distracted. She smirks when her eyes roam over the redness in my cheeks.

Heat has suffused my body; a fine sweat has broken out on my skin and I know I’m in trouble. So much trouble.

I manage to scramble my brain sufficiently to take his order and drop it off at the kitchen. Moving around the bar, I grab the coffee pot to do refills. I can’t stop looking at the door.

Will she come in? Or has she just come for gas?

Please let her come in.

I want to see her up close—I want to see her eyes—that flawless skin. I want to run my fingers over the black shaved hair on the sides of her head, run them through the longer top that she has greased back. I want to watch her eyes close with the pleasure of it.

I hold my nerve when I hear the bell ring over the door. I’m pouring coffee—it really wouldn’t do to spill it and burn a customer. I’m bent over slightly to reach the cup, and my skirt brushes against the back of my legs when she walks past me.

I smile distractedly as the customer thanks me, turning my head to see she has taken a seat at the bar.

Walking over on shaky legs, I smooth my damp palms down the front of my uniform apron.

She sits tall, resting her elbows on the counter. Her legs are open, one heel of her heavy black boots hooked higher on the stool than the other. Her jeans are tight, riding low on slim hips, well worn with a small rip over one knee. A tight white t-shirt stops a few inches from the waistband of her jeans, showing smooth lightly tanned skin that I desperately want to touch.

Her knowing gaze follows me as I move around the bar to face her. I can almost feel a pressure on my skin where it touches me.

“What can I get for you?”

“What have you got?” she asks in a low, husky voice. Her eyes lock on mine. Her eyebrows are like a raven’s wings, perfectly shaped, drawing my attention across her arresting face.

“Pretty much anything, as long as it’s deep fried and unhealthy,” I say wryly.

She laughs. The sound is low and rough and strokes over my nipples.

“Always tastes good, though, don’t it?” she replies. That smirk plays across her mouth again as her gaze drops to my lips. “I’ll just take a coffee for now. Think I’ll get something sweet in a little while…”

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Rebecca BlackAuthor Bio:

Rebecca Black is a Yorkshire girl born and bred. She is first and foremost a voracious reader and lately an author of erotica and erotic romance. She believes that the hottest sex scenes are the ones where emotions are involved (plus lots of dirty talk, lots of spanking, licking and sucking and well… you get the idea). She is the author of A Taste For Three (m/m/f) from Evernight and has several short stories due to be released in erotic anthologies. Rebecca is a regular contributor to the fantastic Cliterati magazine.

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Blood Witch (F/F) ~ Naomi Clark

From the Author…

I don’t often listen to music when I’m writing – mostly because I do a lot of my writing in my work place, and apparently a hospital food court is not the ideal location for blasting music in. But one thing I always do for my characters and books is set up a playlist on Spotify for songs that remind me of them. I listen to those lists on my commute to work, and it gets me in the right frame of mind for writing. A particular lyric will trigger something – a scene, an emotion, a bit of dialogue – that I just know will be perfect for a story. It’s become an almost ritualistic part of my writing process.

I’m actually still working on the playlist for Lola and BLOOD WITCH, but there are a few songs I’ve already picked out as being crucial for the mood of Lola’s world. Want to check them out?

Laura Marling – Devil’s Resting Place – I love Laura Marling, but this song struck a particular chord, more for the mood it evokes than the song itself. It’s dark and mysterious and hints at danger.

The Misfits – Great Balls of Fire – The Misfits are one of my all-time favourite bands and this is one of my all-time favourite covers. I think it pretty neatly encapsulates the impact Tristesse has on Lola!

Holly Golightly – Devil Do – It’s not a spoiler to say that devils and demons play a part in BLOOD WITCH. For that reason alone, this song has earned a place on the playlist.

AFI – Miss Murder – Look, if I ever leave AFI off a playlist, just assume I’ve been kidnapped by aliens and replaced by a pod person. I love AFI, and I never write a story without at least one of their songs in my mind. Miss Murder is the unofficial theme song for BLOOD WITCH.

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Blurb:

Blood Canticles, 1

Lola Guntram is used to being an outcast. She’s the only blood witch in Fort Rosser, mistrusted by other witches and happier working solo. But when her dark practices make her the prime suspect in a brutal murder investigation, she’s forced to turn to others for help. Not that she has many allies – her ex-girlfriend thinks Lola is the killer, and the local coven leader thinks Lola will corrupt them all if she gets too close.

Help comes in an expected – and alluring – form. Tristesse is a demon on the run, beautiful, enigmatic, and suspiciously keen to assist Lola while she chases down the real killer. How can Lola refuse? With the police breathing down her neck, accusations flying, and inhuman monsters on the streets, Lola needs all the help she can get. The killer is angry, desperate, and determined. But so is Lola Guntram. And she doesn’t care how dark or bloody the magic has to get – she’s going to stop them.

Be warned:  f/f interaction

Excerpt:

Once home, she returned to her books. Now she had a definite symbol to look for, she was able to narrow down the search of her considerable library. In a battered tome called Symbols, Sigils, Signs and Seals, she finally found it. She barely remembered buying the book; most likely she’d picked it up secondhand somewhere, mentally added it to her “to-read” pile and forgotten about it. She’d always bought far more books than she’d ever get round to reading.

Still, there it was in plain black ink on the yellowed page. The same sigil she’d seen on Isako’s floor. It wasn’t alchemical, as she’d first thought, although it shared the typical sparse lines and deceptive simplicity. The language of alchemy was really just a form of shorthand, indicating herbs, liquids, and equipment. This sigil, according to the text, could be broken down into several smaller ones, but combined together like this, it meant just one thing. A word. A name.

Gehenna.

Hell.

Lola rubbed her scars, tracing the lines of countless spells cast, immeasurable energy drained and used. She’d cast spells for self-confidence, spells of attraction. Spells for good luck, spells for decision-making. Once she’d spent almost twenty-four hours casting a spell that wove together blood and fire magic to help a client take revenge on her rapist. That was dark magic, made of dark intent no matter how worthy the cause. That was the only time she’d broken the “harm none” rule, and she didn’t regret it. That was the kind of magic the Choir thought was just the tip of the iceberg with Lola. It was the hardest spell she’d ever worked, the grayest, and absolutely the most satisfying.

It was nothing compared to this sigil and what it meant.

Gehenna. There was only one reason, the book stated, that you would write this symbol as part of a spell, and that was to open a doorway. Write it in freshly-spilled blood and you weren’t just opening it, you were kicking it down. With someone else’s freshly-spilled blood…

Lola set the book down, stomach churning. She had to tell Yvette.

But what could Yvette do? This was way outside the Choir’s comfort zone. Fuck that, it was outside Lola’s comfort zone. This was bigger than elemental magic, bigger than blood magic, and bigger than motive Lola could have guessed at.

This was demonology.

Murder was just the beginning.

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Author Bio:

Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she’s not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she’s hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn’t available, she’s with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

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Moon Bound, Moon Maidens 2 (F/F) ~ Michaela Rhua

From the Author…

There’s toys and toys.

Recently my daughter discovered her mother had a ‘toy’ in her bottom draw. My teenager was shocked that her respectable mother (okay don’t fall over laughing!) made use of such things. This made me think…doesn’t everyone at some point enjoy added variety in the bedroom?

My two girls, Misty and Sofya, like using toys to enhance their bedroom experience. They are girls who enjoy each other’s bodies and have no problem in bringing variety into their time together wither in the form of toys, positions or location.

After all life is for living. Xoxo

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Blurb:

Under the glare of the full moon, friends and foes alike meet their destiny…

Wolf shifter Misty never thought she would rescue a damsel in distress, but when she stumbles across a bloodied girl on her run, she has to act fast. An action she ought to regret when that girl turns out to be Were shifter, and thus an enemy of her pack.

Feelings cannot be denied, however, and when she meets Sofya again, the girls give into their attraction for each other. The path to true love is never smooth and tensions rise further when Sofya’s father is implicated in a shifter death. Will this news tear the two lovers apart, and turn them into foes or can the moon bind them together to work out the truth?

Be warned: f/f sex

Excerpt:

“What’s up? You okay?” Misty was confused about why she had suddenly stopped.

“This is weird. I feel connected to you like I want…” Sofya lurched forward, grabbed Misty’s face, and kissed her with such fierce passion that Misty was knocked back to the ground. Sofya’s lips were locked against hers in a way that spoke of possession. Misty was momentarily shocked into a frozen state. She was not usually the submissive one when it came to sex. However, this time, she was happy to go with the flow. Then her mind woke up and she gave her herself a kick in the butt. Get with the program. Misty pulled at Sofya’s thin clothing to get her as naked as she was. Sofya obliged by moving away so Misty could take her vest top off. Underneath were two heavy breasts and curves galore that made Misty’s mouth water. Dotted around Sofya’s body were fading bite marks. Misty gently kissed each one to take away the hurt they had caused. Then she pulled Sofya forward to suck each erect nipple and squeeze and massage those wonderful globes of flesh. Sofya moaned every time Misty sucked her delicious nipples and those little sounds of pleasure made Misty’s pussy tingle.

Sofya grabbed Misty’s hair, pulled her head back and kissed her with animal passion. A low growl came from Misty, who immediately pushed down Sofya’s joggers and grabbed her rounded ass.

Sofya released her mouth.

“I can’t explain this. All I know is that I have to have you right now, right here.” Sofya’s words caused Misty’s pussy to throb with need. She couldn’t believe how she longed to taste Sofya’s clit. Sofya was hot as hell and Misty knew deep down she had wanted her badly, even when she was recovering in hospital.

“Yes.” Misty nodded eagerly at Sofya.

Sofya licked and bit Misty’s nipples to the point of delightful pain. Misty wove her fingers through Sofya’s hair, enjoying the feeling of being pinned down under this luscious beauty. Sofya kissed down Misty’s stomach to her pubic mound and stroked the thin line of hair that went to Misty’s pussy. Gradually Sofya moved her fingers and went lower and lower, teasing Misty’s nether lips open.

“You smell like honey. I wonder if you taste like honey too.” Sofya didn’t wait for a response before she moved down to lick around Misty’s clit, then up and down faster and faster.

Misty spread her legs and rocked her hips to match the pace of Sofya’s tongue.

“Damn you’re good, Sofya. I order you not to stop,” Misty said through heavy breaths.

“Oh demanding, are we now? Well, yes ma’am,” Sofya replied huskily.

Misty’s brain was set to explode as soon as Sofya sucked on her clit whilst two fingers slid into her wetness. Colors danced before Misty’s eyes as Sofya pushed in and out of her. Sofya licked circles around Misty’s clit, then covered her clit with her hot, wet mouth and let her tongue have full reign. Misty was lost and she wasn’t bothered about being found ever again. Her body felt like it was on fire and her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest. When Sofya’s teeth grazed her clit, Misty’s orgasm exploded and her beast screamed into the night.

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Author Bio:

Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!

She has teenage children who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

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Moon Dance, Moon Maidens 1 (F/F) ~ Michaela Rhua

From the Author…

Staying in the past or stepping into the future?

Thank you for having me on your blog. Well 2015 has started in a superb way with a new release. However 2014 was not a productive year writing wise but the last few months my brain kicked in and inspiration returned in the form of this series called Moon Maidens – a FF or lesbian series. Book 1 called Moon Maidens is out now.

So what has 2014 taught me? Life is to be lived. The past is exactly that – the past. We should not dwell on it so much that it colours everything we do. Learn from our experiences and move on. The future is ahead of us, like a blank open page to write, create and live.

But what happens when the past comes and hits you in the face? Raya discovers something about her past that could damage what she has started to build with Amari. They reach that point where Raya has to decide whether she keeps her foot in the past or steps into the future. Well you’ll have to read the book to find out what happens. But here is a little bit more about my girls.

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Blurb:

A quick pick up and a night of sex was just what Raya was looking for. Only meeting Amari set her insides on fire and she had to have more of this Indian beauty. Witches and shifters aren’t meant to bond only Raya and Amari can’t ignore the chemistry flowing between them. Trouble strikes the lovers when a past trauma hits Raya and Amari’s mother could be to blame. Finally Raya has a chance to get even with the old witch, who destroyed her life. When that revenge reveals that Raya’s  past holds secrets she wasn’t aware of, it throws into question everything she believes in. Can the lovers unite to help Raya find her true self or is it all too late?

Be warned: f/f sex

Excerpt:

“Good morning Amari. Sorry I couldn’t wait,” Raya said. She pulled off her sneakers one by one, followed by her sports socks.

Amari held out her hand, inviting her across. Raya’s eyes lit up and she began to walk across the shallow water. Suddenly she stopped and looked down at her feet, confusion written across her face. Raya backed away, out of the water.

“You okay?”

“Err…yeah. Why don’t you come across here?” Raya suggested.

Amari did not hesitate, pulling up her dress to skip across the cool water, leaving her sandals behind. Once across, Raya grabbed her hand and pulled her into her. Both girls looked at each other. Raya’s deep green eyes shone back at Amari.

“You’re beautiful…” began Raya, but she was silenced by Amari who pulled Raya’s head down in a rough kiss. Instantly there was a connection, sparks of energy flew around them and Amari’s body began to heat up. Lips meshed and tongues played, dancing and teasing. Their hands explored and grabbed each other’s bodies to get closer, wanting no space between them.

Ray moaned into Amari’s mouth. Amari pulled away.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“Are you kidding me?” Raya said, pulling her back into a kissing that almost hurt with the fierce passion that was behind it. Amari’s mouth sizzled against Raya’s; never had she experienced something this strong straight away. She pulled at Raya’s T-shirt, wanting nothing between them; skin on skin was her desire. Raya helped her out by holding her arms up and Amari pulled the T-shirt off. Underneath she wore a simple cotton bra that cradled her breasts. Amari slid  off one strap and kissed the soft skin of her neck, then shoulder. She felt Raya’s hand massage the back of her head, keeping her in that position. So she likes to be kissed there. With a new lover, it was always a learning experience; what they liked and didn’t like was stored in your memory. She was enjoying learning about Raya. She pulled down one cup to reveal a perfect breast with an erect pink nipple. Raya wasted no time: she sucked it straight away and then used her teeth to bite gently. This released another moan from Raya’s lips. Amari smiled, looking up at Raya.

“You like a little pain?” Amari carried on sucking Raya’s breasts with gentle bites. She moved her hand down Raya’s front and edged it into her joggers and down to her panties, which to Amari’s delight were a little moist. She rubbed Raya’s mound, letting the tips of her fingers slide down further. Raya spread her legs a little; that meant Amari could reach further. Massaging that pussy was not enough, she wanted to taste. Amari grabbed Raya’s joggers, pulled them all the way down and then knelt at her feet.

Raya’s legs were long and toned, probably with all that jogging. Amari stroked them up and down, dragging her nails closer and closer to her bare pussy that glistened, inviting her to taste. Amari stepped back to look at Raya. She was amazing with flawless skin, breasts that fitted into Amari’s hands and topped off with her red hair that looked like it was fire when the sun caught it.

“Lie down, Raya.”

“No, I want you naked too,” Raya replied.

Amari hesitated for a moment, her hands shaking, because not everyone appreciated her fuller figure.

“Go on, let me see you.”

Amari took a deep breath and pulled her dress off. Raya’s mouth opened and her eyes deepened in color. Amari could feel heat emanating from Raya’s body; it was one of those gifts her mother said she possessed, reading people’s feelings. Sometimes that was through the colors that surrounded them or the energy in the air, this time it was through the warmth of Raya’s body that drifted to her and pulled her in.

“You are perfect, Amari.” Raya stepped towards her and stroked her shoulder. More warmth filled Amari as she felt Raya’s hands stroke her breasts, down her waist to her needy pussy.

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Author Bio:

Michaela Rhua always dreamed of writing but this never happened until she met the lovely group of ladies known as UCW. Their passion for writing and encouragement inspired her to see if she could do it too. Now she is multi published and loves writing!

She has teenage children who also keep her busy. However, it is whilst travelling into work that she has time to create her characters and imagine other places in which they exist as her world skims by the window. Conversations overheard often lead to the birth of new ideas that she scribbles down in her trusty notebook.

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