Monday, February 28, 2011

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Toying With Arousal-Six Sentence Sunday

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~~~Warning: Except Contains Adult Situations~~~

On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in idea that is one year old! 

This week's excerpt is from THE WICCANING:

Rion's hands slid possessively around the back of her slim waist, drawing Justine against what she realized was a thickening bulge in his tight jeans. Her stomach spun with centrifugal force, and her fingers begged to slide through his satiny waterfall of blond hair despite her brain's stern orders to the contrary. She wanted his hands on her―God help her, she couldn’t think of a place on her body where she didn’t want them. That both panicked and fired her. She didn’t belong here, drinking and cavorting like the town tramp with some rock-star-looking bad boy. Toying with arousal like this was a dangerous game, so why couldn’t she muster up enough will to care?


J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Heavenly Angel-Guest Heather Rainier on Saturday's Sirens!

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On select Saturdays I host guest authors from fellow house Siren Publishing. Today I'm happy to post an excerpt from Heather Rainier's HEAVENLY ANGEL, Book 3 in the DIVINE CREEK RANCH series.


HEAVENLY ANGEL by Heather Rainier
Siren Menage Everlasting
Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys


In the third installment of the Divine Creek Ranch Collection, Angel Martinez has worked patiently for months to draw Teresa Palacios out of her shell. He’s wooed the fragile beauty with gentle kindness, and fallen for her delightful two year old in the process. Teresa left her painful past behind and built a new life for her and her son, Michael. She cares deeply for Angel, but is afraid to let down her guard. Just when she thinks she might be able to handle the flirtatious Divine Creek Ranch foreman, a handsome holiday visitor arrives and throws her for a loop. Self confessed ‘rodeo slut’ bull-rider Joaquin Martinez is legendary among the buckle bunnies on the circuit. Joaquin understands lust at first sight. When he shows up at his brother’s house Christmas Eve, fresh from a one-night stand, he finds out for himself what love at first sight feels like. Teresa could barely handle one cowboy, now she’s got two charming Martinez brothers after her. Can she forget the past and fall for both her heavenly Angel and his handsome, devilish brother Joaquin?

The fourth book in Divine Creek Ranch Collection, Rosemary’s Double Delight, is scheduled for release on March 4th at Siren Publishing.


Joaquin reached for the robe as Angel did. They slid it from her body with a heavy sigh from them both. She was glad the candles made the room dim, so she wasn't so self conscious of her blushing.

Angel slowly sighed as he looked her over. “Teresa, all the times I ever fantasized about you, my imagination never did you justice.” he murmured.

Joaquin's voice was a velvety whisper. “Every inch of you is lovely, sugar.”

Joaquin feathered his fingers through her hair, stroking her neck, and then slid his hand down over the curve of her spine, drawing a shiver in the wake of his fingers until he reached the top of her hip and paused there. His thumb stroked the inner curve of her hip, and the small but intimate touch almost made her knees buckle.
Angel gazed into her eyes, and his fingertips lightly slid from her cheek down to her throat. Her breath hitched as his fingers continued their motion past the hollow at the base of her throat and slowly trailed between her breasts.

The backs of his fingers brushed the underside of her breast, and he whispered, “Like silk.” Then he stroked her nipple with his thumb.

She stifled a moan as Joaquin's fingers stroked at the base of her spine. The folds between her legs flooded with moisture and pulsed.

“She's trembling,” Joaquin said.

She allowed him and Angel to draw her with them onto the sheets. Joaquin helped her to the middle of the bed and kissed her, still stroking her.

“How do you feel?” Angel asked before tenderly kissing her.

“Wobbly and excited. Nervous.” She lay back with Joaquin's help.

They lay down on either side of her and continued to stroke her, their body heat and nearness reassuring her. Their hands were so gentle on her arms, her face, and her abdomen and down her thighs and calves, and the trembling deep inside her increased. They stroked her breasts, delighting in her nipples that were tight and ultra responsive.

Joaquin murmured, “Her skin feels like warm satin. I'll bet she tastes sweet as honey.”

She laid her head back and sighed blissfully, swamped in the eroticism of the moment. Listening to his sexy drawl made her even wetter. He wanted to taste her? As in lick her?

Angel brushed his lips against her forehead while his he cupped the underside of her breast. “Sweetheart, we don't want to make assumptions, so I'm just going to ask. Do you know what an orgasm is?” Teresa nodded mutely, trusting him fully. “Have you ever had an orgasm before?” She hesitated, “Have you ever come before?”

She shook her head. No, she never had.

“To come, or have an orgasm, are two different ways of saying the same thing. It's a climax of pleasure. You're going to have at least one tonight,” Angel murmured playfully as he kissed her lips again.


“Do you like us both touching you at the same time?” Angel asked, smiling when she nodded vigorously. “It doesn't scare you?”

She sighed shakily and whispered, “No. I l–like it a lot.”

He smiled as she gazed up into his sensual, golden gaze. “Good. We want to taste your skin, is that all right?”

Like he had to ask? She nodded breathlessly.

The place between her legs throbbed as they put their lips on her skin. Joaquin tasted her throat, his lips and tongue sliding over her collarbone in teasing, feathery touches before his hot lips settled over her nipple and her back bowed off the bed. She felt, once again, like she was on the crest of something huge, like riding a tidal wave. Angel's lips and tongue caressed her other nipple, and she was overwhelmed by the erotic onslaught. They tongued the underside of her breasts then looked at each other and smiled at her.

“You are delicious, both your scent and your taste,” Joaquin whispered to her before his mouth and Angel's continued down her abdomen and kissed her C-section scar one at a time before moving over her hip bones. Angel growled softly before moving on to her thigh, whispering, “My mouth is watering for your little pussy.”

His words inflamed her, and her sheath pulsed achingly as she trembled under their lips. She thought she might explode at any moment.

Angel whispered to Joaquin, “She's about to go over. Help her, then I want to taste her. Joaquin is going to touch the place between your legs, your clit. Will you come for him?”

She nodded, her breath came in high-pitched pants as her back arched, waiting for Joaquin's touch. Angel kissed her as he rubbed a nipple between his fingers and whispered, “It will feel so good you'll want to cry out. Don't hold back, beautiful.”

Joaquin's exquisitely gentle fingers slid between her lips over the aching bundle of nerves at her apex. She let loose a shuddering gasp as one of his fingers slid into her entrance.

“So hot and wet.” He growled deeply as he stroked in and out.

Teresa's body drew up tight, and her breath turned to rapid, sobbing pants. Angel's lips descended on hers, muffling her cries as the tidal wave crashed over her, around her, and within her. Joaquin stroked her through the first orgasm she'd ever had. Her sheath clutched at his fingers as she thrust against his hand in a rocking rhythm her body instinctively knew.

When the pulsing waves receded, she opened her eyes and looked up in wonder at Joaquin. She was mesmerized as she watched him slide his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes slowly, licking every drop from his hand as if it were nectar.

“Sweet, like I knew she would be,” Joaquin murmured as he moved to her side and stroked her abdomen with a warm hand. “Angel wants to taste you, here.” He stroked over her mound, his fingertips in close proximity to her sensitive clit, which drew a gasp from her. “Will you let him?”

She nodded, as Angel lifted her thighs and placed them over his shoulders.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Patience, Bad Boy-Six Sentence Sunday

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~~~Warning: Except Contains Adult Language and Content~~~

On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress.

From the hi-tech contemporary/erotica COMPROMISING CONNECTIONS:

Gillian almost lost it when she felt Kent's hand behind her, smoothing over her ass cheek. She reached around and slapped it away.

“Not yet,” she said, throwing a mock glare over her shoulder.

“Fuck, how do you expect me to keep my hands off you when you're teasing the hell out of me like this?”

She rose and moved over to the side of her bed. “Have some patience, bad boy. Just remember, you teased the hell out of me first by texting me an anonymous striptease video."


J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


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Book 4 (and the last for a while) of the IMMORTAL PARADISE series releases today!

Book 4 of the Immortal Paradise series
Erotic/(urban) Fantasy/M/F, M/F, M/M/F
Light Bondage/exhibition

Lexie knows it's crazy to fly to the Bahamas in search of the mystery lover who has been heating up her dreams, but she can’t shake the nagging feeling that he exists.

Grayel is a god ready to claim the woman who awaits him in the earth realm, but he cannot touch a mortal without causing their death. Though his father is convinced his choice of mate will throw the entire realm into chaos, Grayel enlists demigods Love and Lust to aid in a sexual ritual that will transform Lexie into a goddess.

Plots in the twelfth realm and the demigods' mounting attraction for Lexie threatens the union's sucess. Will she become a goddess in the culmination of an explosive ménage? Or is she destined to lose her dream lover forever?

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Nocturnal Nights and Toughest Part of Being a Writer: Guest Blogging Times Two!

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Earlier this week I mentioned my new monthly guest spot over at Nocturnal Nights. My first installment is today, and I'll be talking about never starting a story at the beginning!

Meanwhile, I'm being interviewed over at Penny Lockwood Ehrenkranz's blog today, talking about SUITE SEDUCTION, the toughest part about being a writer, and what I hope readers take away from my work. Stop by and say hello!

Monday, February 14, 2011

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Electric Cowboy Attraction-Six Sentence Sunday

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~~~Warning: Contains Adult Content~~~

On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress.

From my western TO TAME A WILD MUSTANG:

William wasn’t blind—he’d seen before that Jack was a fit, right handsome cowboy. He’d just never realized that he could feel this kind of electric attraction for a man, not even on the nights when the sounds of Jack stroking off alone in his room triggered William to do the same. He’d always assumed it was merely the thought of sex that got him started. Now he knew that it was the thought of Jack’s pleasure that had steamed up his sheets. The only thing that could fire him up even hotter now was the thought of Kate’s pleasure. And judging by her increasingly loud moans and bold hands, it seemed that he and Jack were dishing out plenty.


J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Hot New Site and Sneak Peeks!

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I just finished overhauling my website and I'm thrilled about the sizzling new look! I've still got a fun little "Easter egg" (a different one this time!) hidden that will take you to a special area featuring exclusive excerpts from my works in progress. In honor of the redesign, I uploaded two new "sneaks!"

I hope you'll stop by for a visit!

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Mr. Wrong Number is Oh-So-Right-Six Sentence Sunday

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~~~Warning: Except Contains Adult Language~~~

On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress.

From COMPROMISING CONNECTIONS (Ellora's Cave erotic/contemp):

Mr. Wrong Number began to bump and grind to the music like a hot male stripper. Gillian’s mouth fell open, and she knew should turn the video text off. How embarrassing for him, sending a message intended for a male friend to a strange woman instead. Yet when his eyes engaged hers with an erotic smolder, the message was no longer someone else’s joke. It was her private party.


J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Keeping Taryn's Cowboys-Guest Tonya Ramagos on Saturday's Sirens!

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On select Saturdays I host guest authors from fellow house Siren Publishing. Today I'm happy to post an excerpt from Tonya Ramagos' Sunset Cowboys series. Yee-haw!

Sunset Cowboys 3]
Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M


Eight years ago, Royce convinced himself sweet, innocent Taryn wasn't ready for the rough, controlling sex he and Clint crave. Now, the blonde spitfire is taking care of business and dialing their number. But the first touch leaves the Shelton brothers wondering if they're ready for her.

“I like this look on you.” Sheer male appreciation sounded in Clint’s husky tone. “Shows how sexy you really are beneath the ranch clothes. Makes me wonder how much sexier you are inside these jeans, too. Are you hiding a treat for us there, too?”
Royce chose that moment to finally break the kiss, pulling back slowly to stare down at her through heavy-lidded eyes. Handsome didn’t begin to describe the man with his brown curls teasing his brows, the perpetual five o’clock shadow he maintained to hide the scar running along the curve of his jaw. The intensity and desire in his expression only enhanced his chiseled features, rendering her no hope of recapturing her breath after the mind-consuming kiss.

“Why don’t you find out?” She didn’t know where she found the wherewithal to issue the challenge but figured she couldn’t ask for a better response than the spark of pure male pride in Royce’s eyes. That is until his hand cupping her breast started to glide down her abdomen.

“I believe I’ll do just that.” His splayed hand covered her slender frame, the heat of his touch burning through the silk of her camisole to send her body reeling in its need for skin-to-skin attention. He released her head, tracing her lobe with the tip of one finger before skimming it down the side of her neck, following the path Clint’s kisses left tingling.

Finally free to move her head, she turned to find Clint’s gaze boring down on her, a cocky smile toying with the corners of his glistening lips. He watched her, unspeaking as he slowly lowered his thigh from between her legs. The absence of pressure to her aching pussy had her hips bucking to chase after it, to draw it back. The cocky smile bloomed to a devilish grin, a gruff laugh accompanying it as his hand closed around her hip, stilling her thrusts.

“Patience, darlin’,” he drawled.

She felt the knot of her shirt work free, shivered as a hand delved beneath the camisole, knuckles tickling up her front. The hand on the downward slide to the waistband of her jeans continued, large fingers yanking the button loose, tugging down the zipper.

“As you can see, Royce is about to give you something so much better to grind against.”

Taryn couldn’t see it, but she could damn sure feel it. The rough tips of Royce’s fingers danced along the elastic band of her panties. The length of those fingers pushed beneath the material and buried in her intimate curls.

Hands worked at her sides, Royce’s free hand and Clint’s, she realized with the part of her mind scrambling to keep track. Together, the men tugged her jeans down her hips, affording Royce with the ease he needed to push the final fraction home between her legs.

One impossibly long, deliciously coarse finger slipped between her sodden folds. Taryn couldn’t say for sure who moaned the loudest, herself or Royce as his hand stilled and her head fell back to rest on his shoulder.

“Christ, she’s wet.” Royce’s words came on a growl that rumbled from low in his throat and sent a sliver of excited apprehension racing down Taryn’s spine. She never heard him sound so animalistic, so primal. “It’s like sinking my finger into a jar of molasses, thick and warm. She’s drenching my fingers already, and I haven’t even gotten inside her yet.”

Taryn opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed, peered at Clint through the narrow slits. She didn’t lift her head from Royce’s shoulder. She couldn’t find the strength. Her hands found purchase on their bodies, one fisting Clint’s shirt on his broad shoulder, the other turning to grip the back of Royce’s thigh. She wanted to fist more, to grip more. She wanted to touch them, taste them as they did her.
Clint’s skimming hand pushed her camisole up, baring her breasts. His head dipped, gaze remaining locked with hers beneath his lashes as he licked one taut nipple into his mouth and sent her body bucking once more. He didn’t tease, didn’t caress. He bit, sucked, plucked with his lips, and created a zing of pleasurable pain that bolted straight from her nipple to her pulsing clit.

“Ah, God, Clint!” Taryn’s head lolled on Royce’s shoulder, her breast thrusting into Clint’s mouth even as her hips gyrated in search for more of Royce’s touch. “Royce.” She hissed his name through her teeth as Clint delivered a sharper bite to her tortured nipple.

“Like that, baby?” Royce’s hand angled between her legs. His finger drove into her flaming channel, wiggled, explored, but he kept the base of his palm away from her clit. “Tell us, Taryn. Do you like it rough? Do you like the way your body burns, convulses uncontrollably, clouds the line between pain and pleasure?”

“Yes.” She loved it! She wanted more, wanted everything they would do to her and then some. Pressure built in her womb. Her clit pulsed. Her inner muscles gripped at Royce’s questing finger. The electric burn Clint started at her breasts blazed out of control, igniting a desire in her so carnal and naughty she couldn’t define it, let alone prevent it from eliciting the plea from her lips. “Please.”

“That’s it, darlin’,” Clint said around her nipple. “Beg for us. Beg Royce to fuck that pussy, for me to pleasure these breasts. You taste so delicious, Taryn, like a peach that’s been waiting for me out in the sun.”

She probably would have. Jesus knew she teetered on the verge of crying for them to do everything Clint asked of her. The orgasm built inside her, clawed through her channel like a tortured animal seeing freedom. Her breasts tingled, nipples throbbing in a fantastical pain she never before experienced. Then Royce’s hand flattened on her pussy, another finger joining the first as the heel of his palm pressed to her clit.

“Yes,” she said again, the breath leaving her as tears of sheer emotional overload filled her vision. She caught sight of Clint as he gazed up at her, mouth locked around one breast. Something about the look in his eyes and the position of Royce’s neck against her head told her the brothers exchanged a wordless communication in that instant she couldn’t define.

Then she stopped trying as the release took control. She fell apart between them, bucking and writhing, panting and moaning, unable to stop any of it, too overtaken by the force of the orgasm to try.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

News! Craft of Writing Guest Blog

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I'm pleased to announce that I've joined the crew over on the awesome Nocturnal Nights blog as a regular contributor! On the 15th of each month I'll be posting thoughts on the writer's craft. That's a topic I don't touch on often over here, so I'm very excited about it.

I'll post a reminder on the 15th. Meanwhile, if you haven't yet discovered NN, get thee hence and browse the great writer's posts! Nocturnal Nights

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