Sneak Peak – Afternoon Tea by L.M. Mountford

Well it’s been a while since I last posted actually content, so just for your eyes only and as a special thank you to all my fb friends who have been supporting my meagre efforts, here is a sneak peak of my upcoming WIP – Afternoon Tea, planned for release this Christmas (with that in mind i may change a few things to make this more seasonal).

 

 

 

Afternoon Tea

By L.M. Mountford

The sizes were not quite exact. There were flecks of jam dotted here and there. And some of the butter cream had spilled over the edge when they’d been pressed together; but all in all, she doubted she had ever made a finer batch of Viennese Whirls.

“Now that’s what I call a proper tea time treat.” Beaming, Ashley  turned her eyes up from the biscuits to face the bank of webcams on the other side of her kitchen. There were six in-all. Each strategically arranged on a collapsible rigging to provide the best shots of the long island worktop. The cams buzzed with life, their inbuilt motion sensors detecting her motion and refocusing. “And these are great for sharing with friends over a brew, or if you just fancy something to nibble on as you go about the house.”

It was a loosely rehearsed speech she’d been agonising over all morning. A mesh of facts, quips and banter she devised before any show to pick and mix as she saw fit in the moment and, coupled with her delicate beauty, pouting lips and soft emerald eyes framed by honey blond tresses, helped to endear her to her audience.

With a twist of her lips that boarded on devilish, she plucked a biscuit from the plate and like a connoisseur pondering and savouring a fine vintage, exaggerated a long, deep breath. There was very little of the freshly baked aroma. It had been all but spent in the time it had taken her to perform the delicate operation to cream and sandwich the two biscuits together. Fortunately, the treats were still warm and the fruity bouquet of strawberry and blackberry jams wafting round her nostrils was more than enough incentive to have her sighing a low, delectable sound for the cameras. As dad says, what the eyes don’t see the chief gets away with.

Biscuit crumbled as she bit into it, cream coating her tongue. Though the measurements she’d quoted for the camera were the generic quantities, this recipe was one of her own. And it was very nice, but there was too much butter. Nearly there, she observed while chewing, maybe swap 20gs of butter for sugar, with perhaps two teaspoons of cinnamon to compliment the buttercream.  There was still plenty of time. Her new book’s deadline wasn’t until the beginning of May, that still gave her two months to work out all the little kinks.

She swallowed, plush pink tongue darting out to collect any lingering traces of the buttercream. “Like most cakes these are best eaten on the day you make them but will last for two or three more if properly stored.” As she spoke, she placed the half-eaten biscuit onto a piece of folded kitchen paper, then reached underneath to trigger the remote control hidden underneath, activating the cam’s shutoff timer.

30, 29,28… Mentally mirroring the countdown, she continued, carefully picking up the plate of Viennese whirls and holding it up for the cameras to focus on. She pulled a broad smile, praying there weren’t crumbs in her teeth “Make that special person in your life a few of these and they’ll be putty in your hands.” 17,16,15… “But I’m afraid that’s all for today my lovelies.”11,10,9… “Thanks for tuning in and until next week, I’m Ashley  Hart and this is-” The signoff died on her lips, her smile dropping. “What? No!”

It didn’t make sense. She stared at the camera rigging, not entirely sure what she was seeing. Then it clicked, and she only wanted to scream. She wanted to scream and cry and ball her fists and hit something like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, and it was all she could do to place the plate of bisects back onto the island, be it not as delicately as the crookery warranted. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t anything go the way she wanted, instead of all just crashing down around her head?

A second. Damnit, that was all she’d needed, one second. Just one more damn itsy-bitzy teeny-weeny second. Instead, the cams had cut out a full five second’s too early, effectively cutting her off mid exit.

 “For Fuck sake!” she cursed, slapping her hands down on the counter hard enough to send stinging barbs zipping through her palms. Angry tears burned the corners of her eyes. This was why she hated prerecording shows. An entire morning’s work, ruined.

She most of accidentally changed back to the factory setting while redirecting the feed without realising.

On any other day, the cams would have live streamed a hi-definition visual and audio feed directly to her website. Today however she had redirected the footage to her laptop for storage. It gave her a peace of mind to know she had an emergency show on hand, an insurance policy against one of life’s unforeseen, and unavoidable, eventualities rearing its ugly head and throwing a spanner in her works. She’d been meaning to do one for a while and, after that debacle this morning, it had been all she could think to do. After all, things couldn’t exactly get any worse.

And it had all started so perfectly…

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Humming the jaunty tune of Game of Throne’s The Bear and the Maiden Fair, Ashley  could barely contain her self-congratulatory grin as she rolled the sizzling sausages over the lip of the frying pan onto an almost bursting plate of bacon and eggs. Mmm…Garrick’s going to love these.

So far, everything was going to plan. She’d woken up an hour early, quickly turned off the alarm clock so it wouldn’t wake her sleeping husband, then gone around the house unplugging all the phones for good measure. After a quick shower that was sure to be a personal record breaker and dressed in nothing but her fluffy pink dressing gown, her hair tightly wrapped in a towel, she’d slipped downstairs and into the kitchen to prepare her man’s favourite breakfast in bed.

This, however, was just the first of the surprises she had prepared for him today and the thought of what awaited made it impossible to restrain her grin.

Steam billowed up with an angry hiss as she dunked the pan into the sink but Ashley  was already pouring two glasses of orange juice, anticipation coiling around her belly. So much was riding on today, and it had been so long since they’d had breakfast together, she felt like a girl on Christmas morning just counting down the minutes until she can open her presents.

Placing the glasses on either side of the plate, she carefully picked up the serving tray and carried it round the island, out the kitchen, through the hall and up the stairs. At the top of the stairs and the first on the rght, their bedroom door was just as she’d left it, closed but not entirely shut. Somehow managing to balance the tray with one hand, she gave the door just enough of a push to open a gap wide enough to slip through then nudged it closed behind her with a nudge of her heel.

Garrick was still asleep. Stretched languorously across the bed, lying on his front with his legs on his side and his face half buried in his wife’s pillows with inky strands of sleep tousled hair fanned out across relaxed, classily handsome features, he resembled a great lion stretched across a rock. A powerful beast wrapped in human skin, lord of all he surveyed and sheer force of nature, now at deceptive peace, sleeping off a long night’s hunting.

Well aware he slept naked, hot tingling feelings shot out from her core as she placed the breakfast down on their chest of draws, her eyes roaming over the great heap in the comforter that was all that barred him from her voyeur delights, her mind swimming with thoughts of just how she might wake him. Her mouth began to water when she paused over the curve his butt and couldn’t help picturing his thick veiny cock pressed between him and the mattress, swollen and engorged, the head glistening with precum just begging to be licked. Garrick was by nature a heavy sleeper and after his long spell of late nights, she might have to pay him special lip service.

He must have gotten back very late last night. Usually she would wait up for him whenever he was running late, but since all the trouble with Natural Beauty began, Garrick had been forced to stay on later and later. After a week of these, her husband had finally told her to just go to bed if he wasn’t home by ten.  It was with great reluctance that she’d agreed, but only after she’d fallen asleep on the sofa while waiting for him two days in a row and been too groggy to perform her show the next day, and she never went to bed without leaving his dinner out and ready to go in the oven beside a loving note and explicit instructions on how to cook it. Alpha male or not, no one fucked with her kitchen.

“Morning sleepy head.” Careful to keep her voice soft to avoid waking him too suddenly, she bent down to place a soft kiss on his brow. “Rise and shi-ahhh!”

In the time it took for one sleep-hazed emerald eye to flicker open, a long chiselled arm snapped out from under the covers to hook her waist and drag her in. The world spun. Softness rushed up to meet her back. Then Garrick was on her, caging her, his lips smothering her surprised squeak.

There was nothing slow in the kiss. Nothing sluggish or tentative. Garrick kissed her hard. His lips firm and unyielding against hers, urging hers open. Then his tongue was inside, drinking her in with deep sweeping licks that were just the right blend of playful and dominating to have every nerve in her body tingling, and it was all Ashley could do not to melt beneath him.

No, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. Somewhere on the fringes of her increasingly foggy consciousness, A small part of her wanted to push him away and desperately willed her arms to do something, anything other than wrap around him. It wasn’t fair. He needed to suffer for all he’d put her through. She needed to resist, to push him off, quickly, before…

A throaty purr mewed from her throat when Garrick found her tongue, first flicking the tip then sliding over and under, mimicking the lick that never failed to make her cum.

No man should be allowed to kiss like this. How was she supposed to resist him when one kiss could turn her knees to jelly?

God damn him, this wasn’t a kiss. It was seduction. Sheer toe curling seduction; and Ashley couldn’t stop herself from giving in, her eyes growing heavy as her core throbbed with each sweep of his tongue. All protests were forgotten in the haze fogging her thoughts, her world dissolving around the hard, gloriously male body caging her to the bed.  Then there was only the now, the moment, them together at last. Suddenly Ashley couldn’t remember why she’d wanted to stop. She only wanted her husband

Her surrender came out in a breathy moan. Shoving one hand through his cropped hair while the other grabbed his arse, she kissed him back, matching each stroke of his tongue with one of her own like dancers falling into step, slipping into a familiar rhythm that seemed to invoke a storm of pure sexual energy inside her. It wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough.

She was drowning in him, in the very best of ways. His flavour, the scent of his skin and the warmth of his presence, it enveloped her, cocooned her, flooding her every sense until even his very proximity was an aphrodisiac.

Needing him closer, her spine curled and she clung to Garrick with a desperate passion, crushing herself to him and refusing to let go.  Heat licked along her abdomen and up her belly, making her breasts feel heavy and sensitive, her already firm nipples tightening to stiff peaks that ached for attention as they dragged over his skin through the silk. The tease of friction served only to wet her appetite, making the pulsing between her thighs grow so prominent she couldn’t help wriggling beneath him in a desperate search for…. oh god!

 

Review – Sweet Possession (Sweet Addiction #2) by J. Daniels

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I personally think this is 3.5 stars but will go for a generous 4.

I really enjoyed the first in the series. This lacks much of the drama and what there is a very forced and blown out of proportion. However, the story is just as fun as the first and the sex is up to the same calibre. For the erotica lovers amongst you, this story does also feature anal (quite a rare find for me lol)

Book Spotlight – His for the Taming (Love at First Sight Series) by Lynn Cooper

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Book Title: His for the Taming (Love at First Sight Series)

Author: Lynn Cooper

Genre: Erotic Romance

Heat Level: Super-Spicy

Universal Purchase Link:  Amazon: smarturl.it/xxufgn

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Blurb:

Winter Primrose is an ice queen.  The subzero-degree expression frosting her cheeks and eyelashes could make a polar bear shiver.  When she’s put up on an auction block at a high-brow charity event, Mr. Torin Stoke can’t resist the challenging look in her eyes and bids on her.  Given a day or two, he’s confident he can melt her icy exterior with his charms.  But if that doesn’t work, the smack of his hand across her perfectly-rounded ass should get the job done.

His for the Taming is part of the Love at First Sight Series.  Each story is a standalone romance with a touch of tenderness, a smattering of smut and a happily-ever-after ending.  So, if you’re ready to fall in love fast and pant furiously, grab your e-reader, hold on tight, and let’s get this party started!

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Short Steamy Excerpt:

WITH BARE ARMS CROSSED under her beautiful breasts and her raised chin radiating attitude, Winter Primrose has no idea how badly I want to restrain her delicate wrists, spank her fine ass and fuck her pretty cunt until every inch of her frigidity melts into a river of hot, molten lava beneath me.

It’s a universal truth; the more forbidden something is, the more desirable it becomes.  At this moment, I have never desired a woman as much as I do Winter.  Holding her firmly in my lap, the feel of her butt pressing against my aching cock is pure erotic torture.  I can’t stop my eyes from roaming over her flushed face, the ivory column of her neck, her curvy waist, the flare of her hips and those long, sinful legs pressed on either side of my thighs.

She’s straddling me like she would a horse, and I want nothing more than to buck against her while she rides me all night long and into tomorrow morning.  Unfortunately, my wishes are pure fantasy.  This woman is sending out fuck-off signals so strong they could be seen from the moon.

Sucking in a deep breath, I know I have to stop ogling her.  It would probably be a good idea to get her off my lap while I’m at it.  The problem is, I just want to get her off.  Period.  To make her come so hard the entire neighborhood hears her screaming my name.

While I’m plotting my next move, she straightens her spine, inadvertently pushing out her ample boobs and glaring at me like she has read my dirty mind and finds it appalling.  My attraction to this woman and my interest in her is searing and tangible, but her expression tells me she has misjudged the way I operate.  I would never force or coerce a woman into sex.  It’s not my style.  To show her my intentions are noble despite my raging hard-on, I gently lift her up and place her back on the seat beside me.

 

About the Author:

I’m a domestic goddess who writes sweet and sexy romances. When I’m not writing, I’m reading or taking long hikes with my man.

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#Review – The Room Mate (Roommates, #1) by Kendall Ryan

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This is one of the greatest flights of fantasy since vows of fidelity were included in the french marriage service.

Ok, let me start by saying Miss Ryan knows her audience and writes for them. Unfortunately, I’m not in that category.

So the plot is fairly straight forward. Guy finds himself homeless after an ex trashes his place. His sister arranges for him to stay with her friend who just so happens to be his childhood crush. They have chemistry and start to have a sexual relationship that soon develops. Only two problems –
One, his sister believes he needs to focus on his studies so expressly forbids any hankypanky.

Two, he believes he’s cursed with an almighty dick that drives everyone he sleeps with crazy-in-love with him (high opinion of himself much) and so has vowed to keep things to a simple one night wham, bam please fuck me doctor status.

So a fun time for all… wrong!

So much in this book doesn’t make sense for me. So many things happened that would never happen in reality. So much is blown out of proportion. So many things just left me wondering why.

As I said, I’m not the desired audience for this book and judging by other reviews it hits that audience in just the right place, but for me, I had to end it 2/3rds of the way through because I’d just had enough.

Book Review – Love, Chloe by Alessandra Torre

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This book reminds me of the start of Two Broke Girls, a wealthy young woman cast adrift by her parents’ arrest for insider trading and learning to make her way, though this was by no means as funny.

It took me a while to figure out where this book was going because unlike typical Contemporary Romances this doesn’t shout it out from page five. There are several possible suitors and though the potential drama did feel a bit underused, there is enough there to keep you guessing. While this does have some sexy scenes and banter, this is not a book to read if you want hot sex, it’s more 12 rated, and the story is a touch predictable at points, but all in all a good read. Would recommend if you want something fun but won’t have you getting aroused in the middle of the bus.

 

About the Author

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I’m a traditionally published and indie author. With a focus on contemporary erotic romances and erotic suspense I write under the pen name Alessandra Torre (erotic romance) and A.R. Torre (erotic suspense).

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Author Spotlight – Sheri-Lynn Marean

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Author Bio

Born in Scarborough Ontario, Sheri-Lynn has lived in many different places in Canada and the USA, but now resides in British Columbia with her husband, kids, one dog and three cats. Never thinking she’d ever be an author, Sheri-Lynn grew up riding and working with racehorses, drawing and selling animal artwork, and reading. Sheri-Lynn fell in love with reading at age twelve when she read The Black Stallion series by Walter Farley. She has not stopped. With a wide variety of reading interests, her current passion is the paranormal romance genre. In 2008, after reading an unsatisfying book, she decided to write her own, with her own characters, doing what she wanted them to do. She began to type and the characters came to life in her head like a TV show and she’s has never looked back.

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Book 1 Dracones Awakening

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Blurb:

If it lives…it can die…

For a thousand years the Ilyium druids have hunted the Dracones without mercy.

After the enemy swept through their village in a brutal massacre, Tierney and her friends fled the realm of Tartaria for Earth. Living in Washington State, they’ve learned to keep their Dracones identity secret. Only no matter how far they run from the nightmares of the past, escape is impossible…something crystal clear whenever Tierney gazes into the tormented eyes of the man she loves.

He failed to protect his brother long ago, and now Jax is broken and full of rage. With his Awakening approaching, his powers are becoming unpredictable. If he survives the change allowing him to shift into his dragon, he fears endangering the one he loves above all others—Tierney.

Their past catches up when Tierney has a brutal vision. Ancient instincts are triggered. Tierney and Jax must battle to overcome their legacy if they are to trust in themselves, and avoid the Ilyium’s sinister plans.

The first book in the Dracones series for readers age 17+ is FREE.
If you are a fan of dark, steamy, paranormal romance, get Tierney and Jax’s story and be swept up into the magical world of dragons, magic and angst ridden sensual heat.

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Book 2 Dracones revelations

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Blurb:

Forged in the nightmares of his past, Samarias emerged broken. Silent.

On the verge of his dragon awakening, twenty-one-year old Sami’s smile is his mask, hiding the dark secret eating at his soul.

But fate never makes life easy. After infiltrating an enemy compound, he learns that everything is not as it seems. When asked to fly to Calgary on a mission, he’s confronted by the demons of his past where he faces some harsh choices. Faced with his true desires, Sami has to delve deep to make the right decisions.

Dracones Revelations is book two for readers 17+. If you are a fan of dark, steamy paranormal romance, get Sami’s story today and be swept into the world of Dragons, Phoenix shifters, Night and Day Walkers, Magic, sensual heat and the revelations of Sami’s past.

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Book 3 Dracones betrayed

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Blurb:

A newly awakened Dracones, with tenuous control of his powers, Samarias barely survived her the first time. Now she’s back.

Coldly rejected by Hellfire, his soul mate, Sami struggles with a reason to live. He finds that reason after rescuing one of the very special and rare Genesis Dracones. With an unexpected second chance at happiness, he’s determined to make it work.

An unforgivable betrayal has pushed Hellfire, a fiery Phoenix, to stand alone against the world. She vows never to allow a man into her heart again. Not even one who makes her knees weak, and her heart pound like thunder.

Only now, her baby sister is in danger and Hellfire is frantic to rescue her. With no other choice, she seeks assistance from the only male who can help them. The same one she heartlessly tossed away. Sami. Knowing she may lose her sister is heartbreaking enough, but is it possible she’ll lose more than that to the man who wants to claim her heart?

Get Dracones Betrayed now—a dark steamy tale of love, hate, betrayal, and broken promises that will tie you to your seat as it sweeps you into the magical world of Tartaria. For ages 17+

 

 

Author Spotlight – Luke Prescott

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Luke Prescott grew up in New York, where he still lives today. He likes to fish, work on his Jeep and cheer on the best damn team in the NFL, the Giants. He spends his days getting his hands dirty and his nights using his dirty mind.

Writing is a new-found interest for him. Realizing how sexy the written word can be, his imagination took over. He’s got plenty to tell and looks forward to sharing it.

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Author links:

FB page:https://m.facebook.com/AuthorLukePrescott/
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Amazon author page: https://www.amazon.com/Luke-Prescott/e/B06XH1PY1D/
Screwed’s Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/user/12154464564/playlist/1WuZUdqBbxDv42FdwWQQI1

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Screwed by Luke Prescott

Blurb

Everyone’s been screwed before. Whether you were screwed over or screwed in bed. Sometimes it feels amazing and sometimes it makes you want to die.
Shawn Tate is a powerful man. He knows exactly what he wants and he’s not afraid to take it. He’s cocky, arrogant and cold. Relationships of any kind aren’t for him. He doesn’t want your friendship or your love, he only wants your fantasy.
Jana Ray is a beautiful woman. She’s outgoing, fun and has a huge heart. She has friends, family and a job she loves. But her life is boring and routine. A little excitement is exactly what she’s looking for.
While watching her parent’s house while they are gone, Jana is thrilled to have the time to herself. That is until Shawn, her step-brother, shows up flipping her world upside down.
He moved back to town for business and having some fun. Meeting his step-sister wasn’t what he expected, but the temptation is too much to resist.
Fantasies will be played, hearts will get involved, lines will be crossed and lives will be destroyed. Being screwed can be fun, dirty, and downright amazing. But sometimes it can also be messy, painful, and heartbreaking.
For Shawn and Jana, they’ll figure out just how screwed they really are.

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It’s Time to Get Screwed

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