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Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Publisher Call For Submission- Prairie Rose Publications

What kind of Fourth of July COWBOY CELEBRATION is going on at Prairie Rose Publications? Well, hold on to your Stetsons, cause we’re bringing out another hot-as-a-firecracker bunch of stories that take place on Independence Day!

This collection will contain some great Fourth of July stories for everyone, along with the mention of a “special recipe” in each story. Those very recipes will also be included in the back of the book! We had great success with this in the past—and this time, we’re looking for a tasty dish that might be taken to a Fourth of July picnic—truly, A COWBOY CELEBRATION! These will be western historical romance stories that have a happily-ever-after ending, just in time for an Independence Day release!

Rugged cowboys, daring heroines, and a Fourth of July holiday in the mix are a sure-fire way to get ready for a hot, hot summer!

Your story needs to include mention of a certain food, and the recipe will need to be included on a separate document for inclusion at the end of the book. Stories should be 10K-15K in length. Any heat level is fine for this anthology. (We do not publish erotica.)

Deadline is MAY 1, 2015. Submit to or

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We’re looking forward to reading the best summer love stories you can dream up with those heart-stopping cowboys, saucy heroines, and whatever excitement you can create for them at A COWBOY CELEBRATION!

Sunday, February 22, 2015

Introducing The Doms of Passion Lake- Brand New Erotic BDSM Series by Julie Shelton

Virginia is for lovers.  Passion Lake is for…kinky lovers.  Welcome to Passion Lake, a town owned and operated by a group of ex-Navy SEALs.  A town where they are free to live their kinky lifestyles without fear of interference or censure.

A group of former SEAL teammates get together and buy the derelict, bankrupt town of Porterfield, Virginia, along with thirteen square miles of surrounding land, and turn it into the thriving tourist destination of Passion Lake, Virginia.  Located in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, the town boasts not only the large, deep-water lake from which it derives its name, but also farmland, grazing land, a couple of creeks, scenic trails, and a World War I era airfield.  

The amenities offered include a lodge with cabins, camping, boating, fishing, horseback riding, hiking, a main street featuring both quirky and elegant little shops, and excellent restaurants.  Passion Lake is around 30 miles down the road from Marshall’s Creek, where Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair, and Sarah Marshall, the heroes and heroine of Loving Sarah, Owning Sarah, and Keeping Sarah live.

Many of the Doms of Passion Lake were minor characters in my three books about Jesse, Adam, and Sarah.  Along with many of my readers, I felt they deserved books of their own.  So, if you’re curious about what happened to Clay “Raven” Nighthorse, Nik “Iceman” Rostov, Jay “Dizzy” Gillespie, Ted “Solo” Solomon and all the other hot hunky former SEALs, you’ll find out in this new series, The Doms of Passion Lake.  The first book in the series is Passion’s Dream.


When Clay “Raven” Nighthorse is offered a job as bodyguard to a woman being stalked by her vengeful ex, he’s ready to turn it down.  Until he discovers that she is the woman he met on a beach three years ago.  The woman with whom he felt an instant connection.  The woman who has been haunting his dreams ever since.

Leah Stanhope has never forgotten the day she surprised her husband in bed with another woman.  Nor has she forgotten the kindness and compassion of the complete stranger who’d simply held her in his arms and let her cry herself out on a public beach.  She despairs of ever seeing him again until fate brings them together in a conflagration of desire and smoking hot passion.

Can Clay convince Leah to risk her heart?  And when her stalker finds her, will Clay be able to stop him in time? 


Lifting his hand, he placed his fingertips against her cheek.

She jerked her head away, but otherwise couldn’t move.  It was as if she’d been turned to stone. 

 “Don’t touch me!”  She’d meant it to be an icy command, but instead it came out a choked, frightened whisper.

Ignoring her, he sent his fingers on a journey along the line of her jaw, down the slender column of her neck. He paused at the base of her neck, holding the tip of his index finger over the pulse hammering there, betraying her agitation.  The journey continued down over her collar bones, across the creamy, sloping mound of her breast to the edge of her modest bathing suit top.  When she made no move to stop him, he hooked his forefinger into the stretchy material.  When she still didn’t move, he allowed his fingernail to scrape against her tender flesh as he traced the outline of the fabric down to its lowest point—the point where it stretched across the shadowed valley between her breasts.

“Don’t—” It was a choked whisper.  She closed her eyes, but she made no attempt to remove his hand. 

She was trembling, every clamoring nerve aware of his nearness, the potent sexuality of his hard, male body so close to hers.  ‘I-I’m engaged to be married.”

“Ah, yes.”  His lips twisted.  “The ever-devoted fiance.  Tell me, Leah,” he tugged her toward him, the weight of his hand pulling the stretchy, jersey top outward, threatening to release the rounded fullness of her breasts.  “Tell me about him.  What’s it like making love to an old man?”

She should have pushed him away.  She should have stepped back—anything to put distance between them. Except she wasn’t standing.  She was floating in the water, anchored by her elbow on the pool deck and his finger hooked in her bikini top.  Unable to get away, she stared up at him helplessly, trapped as much by the confusion leaping within her as she was by the sensual spell he seemed to be weaving around her like a web.

Resting his left elbow on the underwater shelf, he released her top and lifted his hand to shape the back of her head, those long, lean fingers threading through the damp silk of her hair.  “Does his touch arouse you?” 

Slowly, sensuously, he pulled her toward him, closing the distance between them, until his firm, mobile mouth was less than an inch from her own, his breath warm against her lips.  “Does he set you on fire?”

The hard contours of his body brushed tantalizingly against the softly rounded curves of her own as the cool water undulated against them.

“Does he kiss you like this?” Clay persisted, dropping a warm, feather-light kiss near one corner of her trembling mouth, “like a father?  Or perhaps like an uncle or older brother, like this,” he pressed his lips first to her cheek, then, tilting her head down, her forehead.

 “Or does he kiss you like a lover?  Like this—”and his mouth closed over hers in a dark, golden storm, his lips expertly parting hers to admit the probing sweetness of his tongue.

Leah stiffened and tried to pull away, but it was too late.  The flame ignited by his touch was all-consuming.  Without volition, her arms went around his neck, her legs circled his waist, ankles locking behind him.  The sheer size of the erection pressing against her sex made her gasp.  Her belly plummeted, sending moisture gushing out of her pussy onto the strip of fabric that was the bottom of her two-piece.  She’d never been so aroused in her life.  Her traitorous body arched toward his, her hips grinding her sex against his cock.  She moaned into his mouth as his arms went tightly around her back, crushing her soft breasts to his hard chest. 

Locked together, they sank beneath the surface of the water.  Instead of panicking and struggling to break free, Leah wound her arms tightly around his neck and held on, trusting in his care of her.

Without breaking the kiss, Clay pushed off the deep end of the pool with a powerful thrust of his muscular legs, gliding swiftly through the water to the center of the pool, where he could stand up.  They broke the surface still locked together, their mouths tearing apart only long enough to drag air into their oxygen-starved lungs before crushing back together, tongues dueling passionately.

Leah loosened her hold on his neck, running her hands wonderingly over his shoulders and back, savoring the power of the muscles flexing beneath his satin-smooth skin, delighting in the heat of his body beneath the cool slickness of the pool water.  In spite of the pervading smell of chlorine, she could still smell his clean, masculine scent.  Losing all reason, she broke off the kiss to bury her face in the side of his neck, where it curved into his shoulder, inhaling that scent deep into her lungs.  Daringly, she put out her tongue and took a tiny lick of his warm, moist skin.  God, he tasted so good!  He felt so good!  She couldn’t stifle the groan that ripped from her throat.  Her hands curved around to the back of his head, her fingers gripping the thick, wet mass of his hair, holding his head still.  She drew a shuddering breath, trying desperately to get herself under control.  This is a mistake!  This is a colossal mistake!

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Book Two of The Doms of Passion Lake series, Passion’s Fury, is about Caleb Rafferty and his brothers, Simon and Ash.  

They are triplets, all pilots, and they own the Passion Lake airfield where they operate a popular Executive Charter business and a helicopter sight-seeing business.  In addition, Caleb is the Sheriff of Passion Lake and Ash is a professional photographer who specializes in fetish photography.  

They are looking for that special “One”, a woman who will take on the challenge of three men and who will thrive under their loving dominance.  


Kylie Ferrell’s nightmare begins when she discovers her boss dead from a bullet to the head.  In less than twenty-four hours, she endures a police interrogation, finds her boyfriend in bed with another woman and her house explodes.

Terrified, she does the only sensible thing.  She runs.  Right through broken glass.

When Simon Rafferty finds her sleeping in her broken-down car by the side of the road near Passion Lake, Virginia, the connection between them is instantaneous and combustible.  He recognizes her as the woman he and his two brothers have been searching for all their lives.  Their lifetime submissive.  And the fact that she’s homeless, injured, and targeted by the mob?  Minor details.

Identical triplets and former spec ops soldiers, Caleb, Simon, and Ash Rafferty are more than capable of handling anything life throws at them.  Including a sweet, sexy, lusciously curvy woman who has sworn off all men and who is clueless about the darkness of their needs and desires.  Clueless…but intrigued.  These dominant alpha males will do whatever it takes to get her into their bed, their hearts, their lives…and their dungeon.

But Kylie has secrets that put them all in deadly danger.  And when that danger catches up with her, Caleb, Simon, and Ash must launch a desperate search to find her before she is ripped from them forever.


Ash carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the toilet.  “Bathroom first,” he said with a wink, pulling her shorts and panties down to her knees before she could utter a word of protest, “followed by hot, naughty, nekkid sex.”

Oh, yeah.  

Quickly squeezing a roll of toothpaste onto her toothbrush, he handed it to her, then left her alone to pee and brush her teeth.  “Ash!” she shouted through a mouth full of toothpaste foam, but it was Caleb who came back through the door.

He took the toothbrush from her and handed her an empty plastic cup.  “Spit.”

He then handed her a cup of water so she could rinse her mouth while he rinsed off the toothbrush in the sink.  When he was done rinsing the plastic cups, Simon joined them carrying a stainless steel bowl and a couple of towels.  Caleb bent down and pulled her shorts and panties the rest of the way off.  When she made a tiny sound, he just leveled a look at her—a scorching, heated, possessive look—and said, “Can’t have hot, naughty, nekkid sex if you’re not nekkid.”

“Good point.”

He pulled the purple knit tee top over her head and quickly divested her of her bra.  Then he lifted her, but instead of carrying her out into the bedroom, he sat her down right in the middle of the long marble counter.  Fortunately Simon had covered the cold marble with one of the towels, so she was spared that particular shock.

She was not, however, spared the shock of seeing him swirling a shaving brush around inside an old-fashioned ceramic moustache cup.  Oh, my God!  They really are going to shave me down there!

Caleb and Ash flanked him.

 “Lean back on your hands, baby,” Ash instructed.  “Normally we’d have you place your feet flat on the counter, but this time we’ll just hold your legs apart instead.”  At Simon’s nod, Ash and Caleb each grabbed a leg beneath her knee and spread them wide open, revealing her entire slit from her clit at the top to her puckered asshole at the bottom, already glistening with feminine juice.  Cold air brushed across her wet skin, sending goose bumps rippling up her spine.

Simon moved to stand between her legs.  “Beautiful,” he murmured, bending at the waist to place his lips against her clit, sucking gently until she threw back her head and released a shuddering moan.  “And delicious.  I could feast on this pussy all day.  But it will be even more beautiful and delicious once I’ve removed all this hair.” 

He loaded the brush with foamy suds and slathered it all over her mound, her labia, even her anus, its tickling touch making her squirm.  Then he picked up a safety razor.  “Okay, darlin’, I need you to hold real still for me.” 

Pulling her skin taut between his thumb and forefinger, he stroked the razor right down the center of her mound, removing a swath of dark, curly hair.  He handed the razor to Caleb, who swished it through the water in the stainless steel bowl before handing it back.

Kylie watched, fascinated, as her pubic hair slowly disappeared, even those few stray hairs down by her anus, leaving nothing but glistening pink skin behind.

“Now that,” Caleb said admiringly, dropping the razor in the bowl of soapy water, “is a pretty sight.”  He and Ash released her legs, but Simon still stood between them, keeping them apart.

“Now for the touch test,” he murmured, bending again and placing his mouth against the top of her mound.  He proceeded to kiss, lick, nibble, and suck every inch of her newly-exposed skin, sending her arousal spiking off the charts.

Her breath was coming in short, sharp pants, her back arching as she succumbed to the pleasure rippling through her.

Simon raised his head, looking up at her through half-lidded eyes dark and glazed with lust.  His face shone with her juices.

 “Perfect,” he said, palming her mound and running his two middle fingers through her sopping slit, gathering her slick syrup.  “You are perfect.  The perfect woman.  The perfect sub.  And you’re all ours.”  On the word “ours” he plunged his fingers into her vagina, forcing a sharp cry from the back of her throat.

Her head threw back and her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward into Caleb’s and Ash’s waiting hands.  As they plumped and kneaded her generous flesh, pinching and twisting and tugging on her nipples, they were also busy dropping gentle kisses on her closed eyes, down the curves of her cheeks, along her jawline.  Then on her lips, first Ash, the Caleb, back and forth between the two of them.

The breath shivered from her lungs.  Pleasure shimmered through her entire body from every contact point as Simon finger-fucked her, suckling and nibbling her clit, building her orgasm until her body seized in an explosion that ripped her apart with pleasure.  Her scream echoed around them as they kept the pleasure going through continual gentle touches and dirty words whispered into her ear.

When her body finally slumped in satiation, Simon backed away, his fingers departing from her cunt with a slurping sound.

 “Okay, darlin’, that’ll have to hold you for a while.”


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Book Three, Passion’s Hope, is about Nik Rostov and Jay Gillespie and their search for their perfect woman.  

They own the Passion Lake Lodge and campgrounds, and The Icehouse Bar, where a local band plays live music every Friday and Saturday night for dancing.  

They find their perfect submissive at Risqué, Jesse, Adam, and Sarah’s new, private BDSM club.


On the run from an abusive Dom, out-of-work waitress and aspiring singer Charlotte Fielding has sworn off men and she’s sworn off the BDSM lifestyle.  She only stopped by this BDSM Club Open House to stock up on the free food before heading for an audition with a country/rock band.  But when her abuser, a rich and powerful businessman, who also happens to be at the Open House, insults and attacks her publicly, former SEALs Nikolai Rostov and Jay Gillespie come to her rescue and offer to help.  But that would require her to trust the two hunkiest Doms she’s ever met.  And Charlotte’s all out of trust.

But fate has brought these three people together—Nik, the big Russian Daddy Dom, Jay, the switch, and Charlie, the submissive who needs what both of these men have to offer.  Just as they need what she has to offer.  Can she learn to trust them?  Can she risk her heart?  And when her abuser hires a hit man to keep her from testifying against him in court, will Charlie stay and let Nik and Jay risk their lives in order to keep her safe?  Or will she run—and risk destroying the only happiness she has ever known?


Nik took the tube of lube from Cherie and squirted a generous amount on the first two fingers of his right hand.  He touched the tip of his index finger to Jay’s dark pucker and began rimming the tight little hole, unable to tear his gaze from the lascivious sight as he penetrated up to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way up to the webbing.  Jay moaned and wriggled his ass, pushing back into Nik’s touch.

Nik’s laugh was wicked.  “So.”  He circled his finger inside Jay’s tight channel.  “I think you like having a finger up your ass, don’t you, boy?  You may answer with words.”

Jay’s response was a guttural groan.  “Yes, Daddy.”

“Well, then, let’s see how you like two fingers up your ass.”  Nik pulled his finger out, then combined it with his middle finger, pushing them both inside Jay’s hot channel.

As Nik’s fingers slid past his prostate, Jay let out a strangled yelp.  His cock jerked and his balls tightened and for one terrifying instant he feared he would come.

Glassy-eyed, Nik watched his fingers disappear into Jay’s hot tunnel.  His cock was so hard the imprint of zipper teeth was going to be permanently branded on his skin.  He loved asses.  Women’s asses.  Especially firm, full, heart-shaped asses red and hot from the impact of his hand.  Jay’s ass was lean.  Masculine.  Muscular, with deep dimples.  Nik had always been fascinated by the way those dimples flexed with each thrust as Jay fucked the subs they’d played with.  Shocking himself, he bent down and placed a kiss in the exact center of each of those sexy indentations.

Oh, my God!  At the touch of Nik’s lips to his skin, Jay let out a whimper.  Christ!  He’d never been sexual with Nik before.  Had never expected to be sexual with Nik, even though lately he’d found himself fantasizing about it more and more.  And it was even more intense than he’d imagined.  Another whimper left his throat as Nik’s fingers slowly withdrew, only to be replaced by something smooth and cold.

“Relax your muscles, boy,” Nik ordered as he pressed the black plug against Jay’s anus, watching the tight muscle stretch around it like a mouth devouring a particularly tasty morsel.  “You know the drill.”

Jay compressed his lips and concentrated on relaxing his ass muscles as the widest part of the plug stretched his sphincter to the point of pain.  His cry was purely involuntary.

“Push out!” Nik ordered.

Sucking in his breath, Jay pushed out.  The burn intensified.  He squeezed his eyes shut and cried out again as his sphincter sucked the plug up into his ass and closed around it, making it wobble as his muscles struggled to adjust to its invasive presence.  Holy fuck!  

Nik stared at the flat end of the plug settling into the crack of Jay’s squirming ass.  He was going to enjoy this spanking.  Probably a whole lot more than Jay was.  Once again he leaned over Jay’s back.  Grabbing him by his hair, he pulled Jay’s head back and growled in his ear. 

 “There will be no warm-up, boy.  You will receive thirty hard swats.  The last ten will include a surprise.  You may cry out if you need to.  Nod your head if you understand.”

Jay moaned.  His nod was a barely perceptible movement of his head.  

Nik’s big hand grabbed the hair on the back of Jay’s head, lifting it up off the padded head rest.  “You want to come, don’t you, boy?  You may answer.”

God help him, he did.  More than he’d ever wanted to come in his entire life!

“Yes, Daddy,” he wailed.

“You are not allowed.  Not until I have given you the last strike, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“If you do, your punishment will double. Clear?”

Jay groaned.  Sixty strokes!  He’d never be able to withstand sixty strokes!  He was going to have to do everything within his power to keep from coming.  Even though he wasn’t at all sure he was going to be able to.

“I asked you a question, boy.  I dislike having to wait.”

Jay managed another jerk of his head.  “Yes, Daddy.  Clear.”

“Do you know why you’re being punished?”

“Yes, Daddy.  For always making you late.”

Nik’s eyes gleamed as he released Jay’s head and straightened back away from him.  Once again he grabbed the cheeks of his ass, squeezing, kneading, pushing them apart to reveal his dark brown hole.  Then, without warning, he delivered a harsh slap to Jay’s right cheek.  The sharp stinging pain forced a cry from Jay’s throat, followed by a moan as heat bloomed across his skin.  A second harsh slap followed to Jay’s left cheek.  Nik took his time, placing each new blow precisely where he wanted it, slightly overlapping the previous blow.  By the time the twentieth blow fell, Jay’s ass was a deep, uniform red.  Nik stood over him, his body sheened with sweat.  He was panting for breath, his left hand resting on Jay’s burning ass, his right hanging at his side.  His palm was stinging from the force of his blows.  Jay’s skin was on fire.  Almost absently Nik began kneading the heat more deeply into Jay’s muscles, sending fire radiating through his entire body.

Jay’s breathing was shallow, his mind floating in a cloudless sky as his body recycled the pain into something that felt strangely like…pleasure.  He’d often heard that was the case, especially when a body was aroused as his was.  But this was the first time he was experiencing it himself.

“God, I love your hot little ass.”  Nik’s growly voice seemed to come from a great distance, even though his mouth was right above Jay’s ear.  “Are you ready for the last ten, boy?”

Jay could only manage a low moan, which made Nik chuckle.  “I thought so.”  As he straightened, he grabbed the flat end of the plug in Jay’s ass and started twisting it around and around, turning Jay’s moan into a warbling cry that became a yell as Nik pulled the plug nearly all the way out.  Then he stepped back and gave Jay a wallop along the crack of his ass.  The heel of his hand shoved the plug all the way back in, his slightly cupped fingertips laid a glancing blow against Jay’s dangling scrotum.

Jay’s head jerked up and back and a yell ripped from his throat as pleasure/pain smashed through him.

Again, Nik twisted the plug and pulled it nearly all the way out, before ramming it back in with another blow. 

 He repeated this seven more times, then straightened with difficulty, pulling the plug out one last time.  “Are you ready to come, boy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”  By now Jay was weeping openly, unable to contain his sobs.

“And what do you say to your Daddy for the gift he is about to give you?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Nik drew back his hand.  As he let it fly, he yelled, “Come, malchik moy!  Come for your Daddy!”


Look for Passion’s Hope around mid-March, 2015.




Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated.  Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.

She has never forgotten Jesse.  He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years.  So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn.  Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he once again break her heart?  Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery.  When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males.

But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge.  Someone is stalking her.  Is it the old enemy who’s just been released from prison?  Or is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness?  Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her?  Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?



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It’s been a month since Sarah Marshall was kidnapped and held at knife-point by her ex-fiance.  But Jesse Colter and Adam Sinclair, her two loving Doms, know that there is an even deadlier threat still out there—Ryder Malone.

He blames both Sarah and Jesse for sending him to prison eight years ago for attempted rape, and he’s determined to make them pay.  So, he begins a systematic campaign of terror and intimidation against them.  But the danger he poses doesn’t end there.

Set against the deepening love and commitment between Sarah, Jesse, and Adam, Owning Sarah is more than just a sexy, sensual, BDSM love story.  It is a harrowing race against time for Jesse, Adam, and a team of former SEALs to stop one of the biggest arms-for-drugs deals in U.S. history.  And to rescue Sarah before Malone sells her to a human trafficker and she’s lost to her men forever.



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Honeymooning in England, Jesse Colter, Adam Sinclair and their beloved wife, Sarah, are heading for their friend Thorne Cahill’s BDSM club for dinner when another car deliberately tries to run them off the road.  Thanks to their own driver’s skills, the other car is destroyed, the two unknown occupants killed.

Through Thorne, they discover that they’re the targets of a “blood feud”, instigated by Konstandin Sokolov, son of Viktor Sokolov, the Albanian mobster who had unwisely kidnapped Sarah a few months back, and paid for it with his life.  They also discover that Thorne’s guests, ruthless human traffickers, have gathered for a slave auction being held the following night.  Konstandin Sokolov happens to be one of the buyers.

Fraught with treachery, betrayal, and deadly danger, Keeping Sarah keeps the reader on a knife’s edge of tension, while simultaneously exploring the deepening emotional commitment between Jesse and Adam.  They already trust each other with their lives.  Now they must learn how to trust each other with their love.




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Julie Shelton has always loved stories, both reading and writing them, ever since she was old enough to hold a book in her hands.  One of her favorite childhood activities was smuggling books under the covers to read by flashlight after she was supposed to be asleep.

A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years.  During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts newsletter full of poems, songs, puppet and flannel-board stories, fingerplays, and other resource material for early childhood educators.  For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award for the best educational newsletter of 1982.  She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.

Julie lives in a suburb of Atlanta, Georgia.  Now widowed and retired, she once again has time to devote to her two favorite things—reading and writing.  “What’s not to like?” she asks philosophically.  “It’s indoor work and doesn’t require a lot of heavy lifting.”  You can learn more about Julie and her works at the following links.  Visit her website to find out what’s coming up in the Doms of Passion Lake series.

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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Gavin Races To Find His Mate And Save Their Egg- Dragon's Egg by Rennie Leigh

[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, capture, sex in partially shifted form, spanking, flogging, cropping, sex toys, HEA]


Life is simple. The only thing Sebastian Michael needs is a steady paycheck. Sebastian values his independence too much to let his secretive brother, Ed, pay his bills. He tried selling his paranormal romances with little luck. Looking for a steady job, he soon stumbles into a dragon's den pretending to be a BDSM club. Gavin Thorvald, the dragon lord and club owner, recognizes Sebastian as his mate and begins to woo the sweet human. Gavin worries about how to explain a dragon's reproductive cycle while Sebastian fears his past is catching up with him.

At the same time, hunters are attacking and Ed is taking an interest in Sebastian's new life. Just when Gavin has everything he wants, Sebastian is taken from him by the hunters. Gavin fears the worst as he heals from the hunters' attack. Once healed, Gavin begins a race against the clock to find his mate and save their egg.

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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Stefan's Scandal, A Historical Menage Romance by Josie Dennis

[Siren Ménage Amour: Erotic Historical Ménage a Trois, M/M/F, HEA]


Scandal has dogged Stefan Hawk, Viscount Constantine, all of his life. He learns his father was the late Earl of Hawksfell and is warmly welcomed by his brother, the new earl. He finds another brother and the family he never knew he wanted.

Madeline Crowley wants excitement in her life. More than that, she wants the love and passion her brother and cousin Millicent have found. When she goes to Hawksfell Manor she finds all that and more with the newest Hawk and handsome footman Hugh Stanhope. Though untried, she wants them both.

Hugh was forced to trade on his looks in London before becoming first footman at Hawksfell. He doesn’t want to lose his position and tries to fight his attraction to both Stefan and Madeline, but the three of them ignite.

Will they find the strength to risk everything to be together? Or will scandal rear its head and pull them apart?

A Siren Erotic Romance


Madeline Crowley pouted as she held in an exasperated gasp. Talk at the dinner table was excruciatingly boring tonight, but she shouldn’t be surprised. Crowley Park wasn’t known for its animation these days. Not since her brother Michael and their third cousin Millicent went on that fateful drive through Yorkshire last summer. They’d found adventure and romance, something sorely lacking here in Scarborough. She missed them both most keenly.

Her mother droned on about an upcoming assembly to their guests, the reverend and his wife, but she only paid the conversation scant attention. Balls and assemblies in the village were very dull indeed, despite the fact that her mother was eager to marry her off. She was only twenty-one, for goodness’s sake! Millicent had been given far more leeway regarding a husband hunt, but then again her future had been all but set in stone. Madeline was not that fortunate.

“Michael and Millicent will not attend, of course,” her mother said.

“What is that?” Madeline asked, at last drawn out of her thoughts.

Her mother sighed, patting her golden curls so like Madeline’s and Michael’s. “Your brother and Millicent, Madeline. They will no doubt stay in Yorkshire with Millicent’s earl. It won’t do to have talk bandied about.”

Madeline nodded absently, her mind already on Millicent’s husband, the mysterious and enigmatic Earl of Hawksfell. She’d heard tales, of course, from the servants when they thought she wasn’t within hearing. That was one benefit of living in a large estate house, the opportunity to eavesdrop and overhear the most delicious tales. And oh, these were quite delicious indeed.

Dark tales of the handsome Hawks’ unrelenting urges. Stories of the earl prowling his ancestral manor on the gloomy moors as he demanded his pleasure from his well-paid and eager staff. She stifled a shiver as she imagined what Millicent must feel with all of that masculine attention focused squarely on her now. She had both the earl’s passions and Michael’s devotion.

“How fortunate for Millie,” she murmured.

Her mother gasped. “Really, Madeline! Your brother was affianced to Millicent. People are still talking about her defection to Yorkshire! She had no business straying from her destined course.”

“Her destined course to marry Michael and keep her money in the family?” Madeline countered. “Really, Mother. She had the right to marry where she wished.”

Her mother eyed their guests, who pretended to study their coffee cups very closely.

“And what of Michael?” Her mother harrumphed. Her eyes, a much cooler blue than hers and Michael’s, rounded. “Why does he stay in Yorkshire with the both of them?”

Madeline could wager an answer, but she feared her guess would turn her mother’s blonde curls quite white. She could only imagine what their guests’ reactions would be. As talk continued at the table she pondered just what kept her brother in Yorkshire.

She’d witnessed the passion between her brother and Millie one night last spring, when they’d thought her abed. True, it had been just the once, and she hadn’t seen much, but she’d heard her brother make sounds she’d never heard before. And hadn’t Millie looked quite pleased with herself the morning they’d left for their fateful drive into Yorkshire? Passion like that didn’t fade away. In fact, perhaps Millie…Her head spun as the most illicit images filled her mind.

“No, that can’t be!” she gasped aloud.

“What is that, Madeline?” her mother asked.

The reverend and his wife both gaped at her.

“Your face has gone quite pale, dear,” the reverend said.

In a flash, heat suffused her cheeks and she knew that condition had changed.

“It’s nothing,” Madeline rushed out, waving her hand. “Please, do not attend me.”

“Are you ill?” her mother asked.

“No, no.” She came to her feet. “I am a bit tired, however. Would you all excuse me?”

The reverend and his wife nodded vigorously, making sounds of sympathy as they stared up at her. Her mother, however, narrowed those Crowley blue eyes on her. Dipping her head, Madeline hurried from the room and into the very library where she’d witnessed Michael and Millie’s love secondhand. She could run and hide in her rooms, but even her gothic novels held little appeal tonight. Her heart was just too jittery to let her mind settle.

She sat herself at the little desk set near the fireside, staring at the settee where Millie and Michael had their rendezvous. Her chin resting in her hand, drumming her fingers against her cheek, she wondered about passion, like she did every day of her dreary life here at Crowley Park. She longed to feel a touch of the heat she’d seen that night.

No young men in the village, or in London for that matter, held her eye for more than a moment. Was she destined to end on the shelf or to marry a man who failed to rouse as much as her temperature, all for the sake of keeping more talk away from the lauded Crowley family?

She had to get away, but it was the dead of winter. Her mother would never agree to go to London for the little season in any event. The woman abhorred the city when it was clogged with soot and ice. Well, there was no way on God’s green earth that Madeline could wait until Easter to get out of Scarborough. If she didn’t find a way, she would just bust!

Snapping her fingers, she brightened. She would appeal to the one man who never failed her. She opened the center drawer and withdrew some paper, then grabbed a pen from atop the desk. She would write to her devoted big brother, Michael.

Her pen scratched swiftly over the paper as she wrote her entreaty. Her brother and his Millie would take her in at Hawksfell Manor. They just had to. She was nervous about meeting the dark earl, but no matter. Like a heroine in one of her beloved novels, she would seek romance and adventure on the moors, and perhaps find her own adventure in the process.


Hugh nodded, his eyes focused on Madeline’s cunt. He breathed in as he came close and Stefan knew the scent he relished. Madeline’s sweetness. Joining them on the bed, he came up and kissed her neck, her throat. Hugh must have been very good with that lovely mouth of his, for she was soon writhing and mewling with pleasure. Stefan closed his mouth over one of her nipples again, sucking and nibbling as Hugh brought her closer and closer to climax.

“Oh, my!” she cried. “I’ve never imagined…Yes!”

He teased both her nipples now, licking and tweaking as Hugh skillfully ate her. She came hard, bucking in his hold as Hugh moaned his own delight. Breathing heavily, Hugh came up and kissed her.

“So sweet, Madeline,” he said.

Stefan couldn’t wait another moment. He came up on his knees and unfastened his trousers. “I have to fuck you, Maddie.”

She slid her clouded gaze in his direction and nodded. “Mmm, yes.”

Once his pants were thrown to the floor, Stefan covered her. Her pussy was hot, wet from her juices and Hugh’s kisses. His cock’s head brushed over her swollen flesh as he held himself up on his hands. “You feel incredible.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Hugh standing close to the bed now. His trousers were open and he caught a glimpse of Hugh’s pretty cock. Hugh fisted his hand around himself as Stefan began to sink into Madeline.

Her maidenhead was a thin barrier that couldn’t force his retreat tonight. No. Tonight he plunged in deep. She was tight and perfect and he began to move faster.

“Stefan!” she cried, grabbing onto his arms.

“Am I hurting you?” he managed to ask between thrusts. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“N–no,” she said, her head thrashing to the side. “It’s…Oh, it’s heaven!”

To his surprise she grew even tighter around him. He squeezed his eyes shut at the added dimension of pleasure and heard her cries of completion as if from far away. His blood pounded in his ears as he lost the battle with his own release. He’d meant to pull out of her but he couldn’t keep himself from holding her close as he poured his seed into her.

“My God.” He collapsed to one side of her. “Forgive me, sweet. I meant to withdraw.”

“No matter,” she sighed. “I’m certain I’m safe.”

He couldn’t question her on the matter. There was nothing he wanted to discuss less than her last monthly bleeding. Nodding, he reluctantly pulled away and kissed her.

“You are amazing, Maddie.”

“The sight of the two of you,” Hugh said with a moan. “I’m about to burst.”

Stefan came up on his knees again and wrapped his fingers around Hugh’s thick shaft. Watching Madeline eye him with keen interest, he closed his mouth over the head of Hugh’s cock. He seldom gave a man pleasure this way, preferring a quick fuck as he jerked his partner to completion. He’d been sucked often enough, however, by maids and serving girls and grooms and footmen. To taste Hugh’s passion just moments after riding Maddie to his own? It was beyond anything he could imagine.

Hugh tossed his head back as he moved ever so slightly back and forth. Stefan grasped his very firm buttocks and squeezed as he sucked with more vigor. He dipped a finger into Hugh’s ass and was rewarded with a low moan.

“Oh, my,” he heard Madeline gasp. “Hugh. Stefan. Oh, the two of you…”

Stefan pulled back, leaning to allow her full view of Hugh’s ready cock. “Lick him, Maddie.”

Her mouth fell open and Stefan felt his own lusts stir again.

“I wouldn’t know what to do.”

Hugh fisted his hands in his own hair. “My God, I’m so close.”

Stefan gave the head of Hugh’s cock a long, slow lick which earned an anguished groan from him. Winking up at him, he turned to Madeline. “Come, sweet. Use that beautiful mouth of yours.”

She came up on her knees and wriggled closer. Stefan held Hugh’s shaft, stroking gently to ratchet up the pleasure, as Madeline’s sweet little pink tongue flicked over the cockhead.

“Ah!” Hugh shivered and groaned.

Stefan chuckled and brought his mouth to where she was licking gently and maddeningly. “Deep, Maddie.”

He kissed her, then closed his mouth around the head. Hugh was close. Madeline squeezed closer and took over when Stefan withdrew. Together they took turns sucking and licking until Hugh was trembling. Again and again Stefan plunged his tongue into Madeline’s mouth before running it up and down Hugh’s cock. She must have learned quickly, because she was holding him and moving her head rapidly as she engulfed the head again. Another first for Stefan, loving a man with a woman. Their tastes mingled and he’d never tasted anything so delicious.

“Come, Hugh,” he rasped, licking down around the base. “Come into Maddie’s pretty mouth.”

He saw Madeline’s eyes widen, then fill with heat.


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Sunday, February 15, 2015

An Imprint That Is My Guilty Pleasure And A Few Books That Are Within It Written By Natalie Acres

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My guilty pleasure is the Love Xtreme Imprint from Siren Publishing....

I'll just say it is very naughty with a whole bunch of true love thrown in together.  I've lurked on a couple of romance author sites before who have really ripped on the imprint up one side of the internet and down the other side but you know....

All of the books within the Love Xtreme Imprint are about one person finding true love with their soul-mates.
With that said... Here are a few books by Natalie Acres.

Beautiful Trouble (LoveXtreme)
Trouble, Tennessee 1 

[Siren LoveXtreme Special Edition: Erotic Cowboy Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, HEA]

Nicholas Speed, Harley McCall, Doc Andrews, Trevor Lamb, and Mac McCall venture off to a neighboring town in search of a good time. What they find is a beautiful young woman looking to fool around.

Sable Samms is a scorned woman ready to do whatever it takes to permanently sever former matrimonial ties. Separated from her previous husband, Sable can’t escape her former spouse’s claims. She can almost feel his abusive hands tightening their squeeze so she puts a plan in motion and arranges to meet some of Trouble, Tennessee’s founding fathers.

After one night of passion, the men search for the woman who left them with unshakable memories. They’re almost ready to give up when they’re summoned to Trouble’s front gates to assist with a new arrival. Unbeknownst to them, Trouble’s latest resident is none other than Sable Samms, the woman they shared and lost. Now, they’ll have their second chance at happiness and maybe even love.


Here Comes Trouble (MFMMM)
Trouble, Tennessee Prequel

Ellie Hunter wasn’t looking for a protector, but she definitely wanted a place to lay low and hide. Divorced from her abusive husband for over six months, Ellie goes to Trouble’s gates as a last resort after her ex pays her a "final" visit.  

Allister McCall, Ryan Thomas, Derek Swinney, and Bradley Powers have known Ellie for the better part of their lives and the memory of sharing her is stamped in their minds. When Ellie arrives in small town Trouble, the men jump to all sorts of illicit assumptions.

Once Ellie reconnects with Allister, Ryan, Derek, and Bradley, Ellie’s life is seemingly complete, assuming her ex-husband will let her live in peace. With Navy SEALs training behind them, Ellie’s men are confident Ellie’s ex will finally let her go but if he refuses there will be hell to pay. One way or another, four men will ensure Ellie is protected, loved, cherished, honored, and adored.


More Trouble Tennessee Novellas

Heap of Trouble is Coming on March 16th

Unofficial Blurb

One wrong turn in life lands Heather Powers in the heart of danger. Recognizing an opportunity to break free of captivity, she sends out an urgent cry for help. Soon, Trouble’s founding fathers are gathering round in hopes of saving one of their own, but the clock is ticking as they sneak up on Heather’s captors in a creepy forest.

Attempting to pull Heather out of a bad situation, Curt Caldwell, Justin Dare, and Gabe Reynolds uncover an evil family with a deadly agenda. Desperate to save an innocent victim, Trouble’s men march straight into the heart of spine-chilling danger. Soon, they’re forced to face off with the occult and a haunting wickedness far more sinister than anyone could ever imagine. The stakes are high as these men risk everything for love, including the very safe haven they affectionately call their home.


Friday, February 13, 2015

Paranormal Love Features: Can't You See Him As Your Next Vampire Lover?

Paranormal Love Features: Can't You See Him As Your Next Vampire Lover?: When I look it him, not only do I see Captain America's hot best friend but also, if I let my imagination soar, an emotionally ...

The Sarrans Book 3- The Sarrans Return by A.C. Katt


    The Sarrans are back and have a new mission. Besides, chocolate, cats and fems the Elder Council wants then to rescue battered women from their abusers. The council was horrified when they found out that fems were not only homeless on Earth, but the authorities permitted Warriors to abuse their fems, the kind of abuse that on Sarran is a death sentence.

   Mark and Juraens know their fem is somewhere on Earth. But they didn’t think they’d find her among the abused. The Warrior Pair hear her son, Michael’s, psychic scream and come to find their fem almost mortally injured fighting her husband wielding a baseball bat with four year old Michael and her psychic cat Chou trying to save her.

   Sara is the daughter of would-be presidential candidate Senator Sam Johnson from New Jersey. Can the Warriors get Sam to come to Sarran with Sara? Will they be successful in their mission to begin the process of a United Earth at the UN and can they get the sentient cats like Aloysius, an old Tom and Shadow, a kit to help them.


Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Out Now- Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires

Out Now – Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires 

**Available at an introductory price of just $0.99/99p for a limited time!**


Billionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this brand new anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.

Containing stories from Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Natalie Dae, Harlem Dae, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee and Tabitha Rayne.



Heart pounding and palms clammy, Catriona forced herself to put one foot in front of the other and walked into the bookshop. It was bedlam. She’d never seen a bookshop so busy in her life.
She paused just inside the door. What the fuck was she doing? If someone saw her, recognised her—
She shook her head sharply and clenched her fists until her fingernails dug into her flesh, the nipping pain bringing her back to her senses.

No one would recognise her, she reminded herself, because no one knew who she was. Well, people knew who she was—but not in relation to the reason she was here.

Taking a deep breath and attempting to behave like a normal person, she continued through the shop, trying to figure out where she needed to be. Not that she even needed to be here at all. It was insanity that had drawn her out of her Thames-side apartment and into the bowels of the Tube, and finally into the huge Piccadilly bookstore.

What else but insanity would make a person head into central London to buy a copy of a book on the same day it came out? Especially when one already had a large box of copies of said book stuffed into the bottom of one’s wardrobe. Complimentary author copies, according to the note from the publisher.

Maybe it was curiosity, she thought, as she joined the back of the queue snaking across the ground floor of the shop. Nobody nearby was holding a copy of the book yet, so she assumed that somewhere between here and the till there was a stack of the paperbacks, ready to be picked up and paid for. And presumably read. Christ.

Surreptitiously, Catriona pinched the back of her hand. Wincing, she figured she had to get her head around this situation, and fast. It was only going to get bigger and crazier—or so the publisher’s marketing team, a bunch of young, attractive and scarily glamorous people, had told her.
She’d already seen plenty of evidence of their expenditure on the way over—billboards, bus shelters, ads on the Underground; all displaying huge versions of her book cover, proclaiming it a bestseller, quoting stellar reviews and even lauding it “the next big thing” and “the next Fifty Shades of Grey.”

One strap line even said “Who needs Christian Grey when you’ve got Eliza Dickinson?”
It was the fact that her book had even been compared to the first big thing that she couldn’t quite grasp.

The Fifty Shades phenomenon had spawned merchandise, sex toys and even a film. But it was just a one-off, wasn’t it? Something that couldn’t be replicated, shouldn’t be replicated.
Catriona certainly hadn’t set out to write a book to appeal to the same readership. All she’d done was take out her real life frustrations—both sexual and otherwise—on the keyboard of her laptop. The rest had simply been a freak of nature.

How could it appeal to the same readership, anyway? Her characters were the complete opposite of E.L. James’—her lead female, Eliza, was a dominatrix, and Leon her willing sub. Or he was by the end of the book, anyway.

It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Her book was out, today, and what happened next was completely out of her hands. She should just relax and go with the flow. Though she still couldn’t get over the fact that people were not only buying her book—they were queuing to buy it. Patiently, too, despite the glacial speed at which they were moving forward. Did they only have one till open, or something?

People had joined the line behind her as she’d been ruminating, and she shuffled around slightly so she could see how many more were waiting. Shit—there were loads! She couldn’t even see the end of the queue.

Her surprise must have shown on her face, because the man behind her let out a chuckle. “It’s crazy, isn’t it?” he said. “All these people waiting to buy a book when we could have purchased online—probably cheaper—and had it delivered directly to our doors. Or in a single click, have it appear on our eReaders.”

Catriona hadn’t even thought of that. So, not only were people here, in the bookstore—and presumably stores all over the country, too—they were buying online, loading up eReaders… all for her little book!


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