Want to take a delicious Night Ride?

Have you ever had a secret klover? Wished for one? Dreamed of one? Lily Ryan was tantalized by hers, wondering just who he could be. He'd been leaving a flower every day for the past month on her desk in her small office at Hellfire Ranch. Just one single lily. No name, no card. Any one of the cowboys working the ranch could have left it. Or could it be the man she’d lost her heart to? And now he'd left an invitation for a night of erotic adventure. Could she accept an offer of forbidden pleasure from a total stranger when her heart belongs to another? Could she take a chance that this Night Ride might lead to everything she desires? Or would she be stepping into a danger greater than she’s ever known?

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EXCERPT:

At exactly nine o’clock the doorbell rang.
When Lily opened the door she almost closed it
again. A very pleasant but nondescript man in dark jacket and cowboy hat stood on her porch. No one she’d ever seen before. In his hands, he held a large rectangular box.
For a moment she was filled with disappointment. Not at all the man she’d been hoping to see. Not the lover she longed for. But then he spoke, and she realized he was merely the driver.
“Miss Ryan?”
She nodded. “I’m Lily Ryan.”
He handed her the box. “From your date for the evening. I’ve been instructed to wait for you.” Then he turned and headed back to the car.
All right, then.
A folded note was taped to the top of the box.
Lily,
You have haunted my dreams for a very long time. Working, riding a horse, doing your errands in town—all the different parts of Lily invade my thoughts day and night. Thank you for accepting my invitation tonight. You won’t be sorry. I promise. Please follow the instructions and don’t be afraid. I would never, ever hurt you.
She opened the box with hands that trembled slightly. Another note lay on top of the tissue paper.
Please put on this dress and the earrings. No underwear. And wear your boots. Do not be frightened when the driver blindfolds you. I repeat: I promise no harm will come to you. You can trust me. Hurry. You don’t want to be late for the ride of your life.
Hurry? No underwear? And a blindfold? For a moment she was tempted to send the driver on his way.
But she so wanted it to be him. She trusted him. For him she’d take the chance.
Then her sensible brain warned, What

Maggie's Menage

My second book out with Total E Bound Publishing just released in May as part of the Brit Party Anthology. It is titled Maggie’s Ménage and is loosely tied into The Debtor’s Daughters series. I love this story and it has already received a great review! I hope that all of you agree! And the good news is that it is part of an anthology that is filled with scorching hot reads by sensational authors. So be sure to pick up your copy today. Here’s your look at my contribution to this exciting anthology.

Maggie’s Menage
By Lacey Thorn


Maggie had spent a lifetime trying to win the love and affection of her father, but nothing seemed to work. Now he was asking her to seduce and marry one of two men that he had selected for her…for the good of the family name and company. But Maggie has other plans. Plans that will leave both men thinking of her as something other than a wife. And her father’s plans for marriage in ashes.
Alex and Patrick were there to investigate Dom Houston and through the carelessness of his assistant managed to get in to see the man himself. But it was the blonde haired beauty that commanded their attention from the get go. And when she arrived at their hotel room later in the day, neither was willing to walk away. If Maggie wanted a ménage then they were more than willing to give it to her.
But for two of them it would be more than they could have ever imagined.

Adult Excerpt:
Resolve filled her, giving her the courage to walk up to the door the two men had entered more than an hour before. An hour she had spent sitting in the car watching. It was now or never. Maggie took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock, but she didn’t need to. The door opened and the taller, leaner of the two men stood before her in nothing but a pair of jeans which rode low on his hips. His chest was covered with a smattering of dark hair that encircled each nipple and trailed down over his abdomen disappearing into his waistband. He was sexy enough to have her mouth and more intimate places filling with fluid. But when he parted his lips and spoke in a husky British accent she could actually feel herself melting like butter.
“We were wondering how long it would take you to head this way love.” His voice slipped down her spine leaving a fiery warmth coursing through her. She was more than ready for her plan, more than ready to do anything he asked of her.
“You knew I was here?” It was a whisper, all she could manage with her heart galloping in her chest.
“We’ve been watching you since you arrived.” It was the other who spoke this time and he had the sweet southern tones of a Texas man. You could hear the “aw, shucks” in his voice and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that these two must work well together. What one couldn’t get the other would definitely be able to. He was still dressed in the suit from earlier and looked just as heavenly now. Though he was a few inches shorter than the other man he was more muscular and filled the suit out like it was custom made for him. If he moved in the same circles as her father then it probably was.
Thinking about her father was enough of a jolt to snap her out of the lust induced haze and remember that she was there for a reason. A reason that would take care of her itch just fine. Maggie casually moved around the man in front of her entering the motel room as if they had invited her in. She focused on the more dressed of the two and said the first thing that popped into her mind, a habit that she really needed to work on.
“So you like to watch, do you?”
Husky laughter filled the room as both men found her comment amusing. Her own smile trembled on her lips when she heard the door snap shut behind her and the click of the lock being turned.
“Watching is fine,” Mr. Brit said as he moved up close behind her. “But participating is even better.” His hands cupped over her shoulders and as he moved closer into her, there was no mistaking the heavy length of his erection where it touched along her spine.
“Both of you?” It was a question, an invitation, a wish, uttered from her lips as she did all she could to keep from rubbing wantonly back against him.
“Both of us,” South Texas said. He stepped in front of her and when all she did was blink at him he reached out and began to slowly unbutton the top buttons on her shirt. “You want both of us don’t you? Isn’t that why you came?”
“Yes,” she murmured as he changed the angle of his head to place kisses along each inch of exposed flesh. “Oh, God, yes.”

Lacey Thorn
It's your world...unlaced.

Time and tide wait for no man - Chaucer

I'm not waiting for the tide to come in - it's time to tell you about my latest release from Cerridwen Press TOO YOUNG TO DIE, my romantic suspense, has had a glowing review form Manic Readers. Here's a snippet. "...talk about suspense and action all the way. Too Young To Die is a roller coaster of adrenaline, bullets flying everywhere and a big strong gorgeous guy to protect you..."

The cover is deliciously mysterious and below is a blurb to tempt your reading appetite.

When Ellie Paxton accepted the position of Nanny with Computer Skills to care for three month old, Nicki Blesnicoff she cheerfully moved to her employer's mansion located deep in the Cascade Mountains in Washington. She'd save money, rescue her sinking bank balance and revive her credit cards. Private re-hab to treat her shop-a-holic problem.
What she hadn't factored into her new job were threats of rape, torture and death by armed thugs who invaded the mansion during the absence of Nicki's parents. A city girl not given to feats of derring-do, Ellie wrapped Nicki in a soft blanket and escaped with him into a dense, terrifying forest. At midnight.
As dawn light filtered through the trees, Jack Merano and his two tracking dogs found Ellie huddling with the baby. A nanny and a baby. What could be more innocently appealing? Rescuing her and the baby from the dangerous forest was the easy part but Jack soon learned there was a price on Ellie's head and a master criminal stalking her.

Back to my time and tide heading. A picture in our local newspaper, The Times Colonist caught my attention. It showed a picture of a couple walking along the Cordova Bay beach at low tide yesterday. Our area has been experiencing unusally low tides for the past two days. This will be repeated on July 3 when alignment of the sun, moon and planets exerts a strong gravitational energy on oceans in the area. Do any of you goddesses live by either the Atlantic or Pacific?
Mark July 3 on your calendar and let me know if your tides are affected.

And does the gravitational pull affect us? Hmm. I'll see how I fare on July 3. In the meantime, have a pleasant week-end. I have to plant some wax begonias to jazz up our garden.

Anita

www.anitabirt.com

Satisfaction Guaranteed now in print!

If you prefer your stories in print - Satisfaction Guaranteed is now in paperback from Cerridwen Press.

What's it about?

Workaholic, accountant Elizabeth Sewell needs a man. According to her well-laid-out life plan, it’s time to find Mr. Right and move on to the next phase of her life--married with children. The problem is, she’s been so busy working her way up the career ladder, she won’t spot Mr. Right even if he’s carrying a neon sign. So, being an organized businesswoman, she comes up with a strategy. She’ll hire a man to teach her what she needs to know to get what she wants.



Disillusioned, attorney Jack Harley needs a distraction. He’s left behind a high-pressure job with a prestigious law firm in Houston, and he’s determined to get his life back on track by opening a private practice in Dallas. When a sexy brunette mistakes his new office for the recently relocated escort service, he’s stunned silent by her request for ‘a variety of men and experiences’. But when she asks him if he’s man enough to uncover what turns her on, he finds his voice in time to accept the challenge.

What do the reviewers have to say?

"...sure to satisfy with this sexually unsure heroine and the man who wants to meet her needs both in and out of the bedroom.

"...when Jack and Elizabeth finally get under the sheets, their lovemaking is explosive and intimate. For a guaranteed sexy romance, SATISFACTION GUARANTEED is one I would recommend you pick up."

--Katie
Reviewer, Romance Junkies

"Ms. Isabelle Drake has written a wonderfully upbeat story which was detailed with various sub-plots to enhance the storyline. Her characters were so well created and enjoined that the book flowed brilliantly. Her supporting cast emerged to boost this unique plot. The work and family situations made this a work which expressed alternate activity so that there was great dimension in the book.

"I highly recommend this book to all who like to experience real-life people with a strong attraction which has some great ups and downs. It is a good book which I think you will certainly enjoy and remember for some time to come."

--Brenda Talley
Reviewer, The Romance Studio

Serial Novels, eBook Novels and Novel-tees

I have been writing a serial novel on my various blogs. This blog is shared with several talented writers so the serial has been on other blogs as http://www.charleneleatherman.blogspot.com/ or www.myspace.com/charleneleatherman

The title of the serial novel is A Rose By Any Other Name. Here is an excerpt. If you want to follow the serial you need to check in at the above blogs. The full novel so far is available in the archives.

Excerpt.

Lovac rolled his shoulders, stretching, readying himself for the hunt. He despised what the government called entertainment. The hunt was a tradition centuries old. His father and grandfather were hunters. In the old days, a hunter sought a lioness, pursued her then if he captured her he was given the right to compete against the lions for her attentions. It was the way of Dyad to keep the gene pool level between the feline based humanoids and the covjecji, or the non-lion humans.
Female covjecji used to hunt with the lionesses, bringing game to the lions to compete for the attentions of the male feline. The government stopped the female covs as they were called from hunting. Human females could only mate with human males.
Lovac watched as the gene pool became weaker. It had been ten years since a healthy baby was born to a totally covjecji couple. Dyad was simply not meant to have the species separated. Lion and cov were meant to compete, to couple, to mate. It was the way the Ancients planned it. The Spirit of Dyad, Leana was pictured as a woman with the head of a lion. The two species combined.
The government changed the way it was meant to be. The government chose blood-thirsty hunters out of the thousands of registered hunters. They sent the men out to destroy the lions. Wiped out hundreds of lions. Orphaned thousands of cubs and widowed hundreds of lionesses.
Probably took the husband of the beautiful lioness standing before him. She certainly held the look of hatred in her eyes.
The government also took advantage of the mating instincts of the lionesses. The female felines were almost driven to mate. The powers that be wanted to keep the lion gene pool unchanged. They wanted the lioness to mate with the covs. Lovac didn’t know the reason why, he didn’t care. The government also wanted the process broadcast over the moon-wide holovision.
Lovac took a deep breath. He hadn’t been given a choice. If he had he certainly would not have chosen to be part of some twisted Minister’s idea of entertainment. His father, in his old age, became a prolific gambler. Lost everything his family ever owned. Lost more than everything. The government took Lovac as a young man and enslaved him. He could have run, but the government still had his mother and sister as hostage. If he didn’t hunt, the Ministers would kill his mother and sister. So, Lovac hunted. And he hunted a lot since he was the choice of most of the audience.
Hunters were chosen for their gene appropriateness. Lovac was considered a perfect mate.
Perfect! Yeah, I’m perfect. A perfect stud. I hunt, or pretend to hunt depending on how badly the lioness wants to mate. I capture and impregnate. There is no hunt anymore. No thrill in the chase, no pursuit, no competition. All there was any more was a moon-wide broadcast of my sexual exploits. I’m perfect alright, a perfect whore. Lovac eyed the lioness before him. Perhaps she would be different. There was something challenging about her. The way she stood perhaps. The confident swish of her tail. The way her ears laid back. Not to mention her curvaceous body. The hunting jumpsuit did nothing to hide her lush hips, the full globes of her breasts and her flat stomach. Lovac could feel arousal thrumming through his veins. He inhaled deeply, pulling from his training as a hunter to remove the evidence of his attraction. The Ministers would not be happy if he displayed too soon.

If you like stories about strong mythical women and prefer a sensuous novel you should check out Prophecy of Vithan or you prefer your strong mythical woman to be HOT and Erotic you might enjoy Stone of Cruento. Both eBooks can be found at Cerridwen Press

Simply click on the the cover you prefer

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This Novel-Tee tells it all. (You are under my spell. You will Read the Tee. Read the Tee)

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Rainy days and Tuesdays...

Sitting here staring out the window at the rain and wondering why the words don't want to come--not for the blog, not for my WIP. So how about a little rainy-day romance? Here's a sneak peek at an unedited excerpt from "Heart of the Bear," coming July 7, from Total-E Bound.

WARNING--this excerpt contains sexually explicit material.

I awoke with my cheek pressed against something warm and fuzzy. It felt nice, so I snuggled into it. I was shivering like crazy and none of my limbs seemed to be working, but I could tell I was moving. After a second, the fog cleared and I realized I was being carried. The pleasant warmth came from a broad and hairy male chest.

By the time my eyes opened, we were up the wooden steps and at the cabin door. I’d like to think it was common sense that kept me from fighting him when I realized I was being carried back to shelter by the same naked man I’d run from in the first place. I could even blame my psychometry, since I got no sense of threat emanating from the places where we touched—just warmth and security. To be honest, though, I think I just held on because he felt and smelled incredible. My body simply overruled my fear.

Once inside, he set me down in front of the fireplace. My legs wobbled a little, but without too much help from his strong arms, they managed to hold me upright. I looked up at his ruggedly handsome face. High cheekbones and strong chin were framed by medium brown hair that was sun-bleached or frosted at the ends, and fell in sort of a straight shag cut. His eyes were a deep rich brown.

“Wh-wh-who are y-you?” I spoke through chattering teeth.

“My name is Evan Maddox.” His voice was a deep bass rumble as his big hands moved to the zipper of my jacket and began to peel off layers of wet clothing. “Anything else you want to know, I’ll tell you after we get you warm.”

Even to my fuddled brain, that made sense. I lifted my arms over my head to allow him to pull off my hoodie and the soaked t-shirt under it.

Had I imagined the little groan I thought I heard? I looked down to where his hands were undoing my jeans and realized two things. One, he was built like a god, and two, he was thoroughly aroused. His thick cock jutted long and hard from its nest of silver-tipped brown hair to brush against my stomach. My mouth went dry and it was all I could do to resist the urge to see how far I could wrap my fingers around him.

My panties had been the one garment not soaked by the rain, but now even they were wet. This time it was me who groaned as he pushed the scrap of lace down along with my jeans and bent to unlace my hiking boots. The movement put his head on a level with my now aching pussy. He inhaled deeply then bit his full lower lip and got back to work undressing me.

“Lift.” He pulled off one boot and sock when I obediently raised my foot. A few seconds later he did the same with the other foot, then tugged my jeans and panties away as well.

Now what? We were both naked, both obviously interested. Again, I got very little from him in the way of psychic sensation, but what I did get was admiration and desire. My rock-hard nipples might be attributed to the cold, but I could smell my own musk as more moisture seeped from my slit.

Evan grabbed an old Navajo blanket from the back of the ancient sofa and wrapped it around both of us like a cocoon. Before he pulled it tight, he made sure my waist-length wet hair was outside the blanket and he combed his fingers through the tangled black mess, fluffing it to help it dry.

Somewhere along the way, he manoeuvred us closer to the crackling fire and drew me with him down to the braided wool rug. Then he tucked the ends of the blanket under us and held me close.

The coast of Maine is great for sex

I grew up in Bangor, Maine, one of the states three largest cities, forty miles inland from the coast. Both as a child and a teenager and even into my college eyars we used to go to Bar Harbor and Boothbay Harbor and Searsport and a ot o tiny towns whose names you woulsdn't even recognize. The oean was grat for swimming, even when it was cold, but the best part was the very old homes where you could rent rooms and the litle isolated coves where the waves had carved places out of the cliffs. The memeories have always stay with me, of those paces as well as the little towns hat tourists flood from memorial Day to Labor Day. By October the crowds are thinning out and that's the best time if you want to get away from it all. I took all those memeories-as well as my greatest love from my college years-and used them as the basis for Desiree Holt's latest, EMERALD GREEN, just out from Ellora's Cave.

Here's a taste for you. And be sure to visit me at www.desireeholt.com, and www.mspace.com/judithdesiree

Meredith Kincaid wouldn’t be at her grandmother’s bed & breakfast in Maine in October instead of enjoying the warmth of the Caribbean if she hadn’t discovered her fiancé in bed with two of her bridesmaids before the wedding. Tired of seeing her hiding away, her grandmother sends her off to the village for the afternoon. In the village candy cum jewelry store, she meets a handsome stranger who buys her an emerald pendant and offers to share his fudge with her. Mesmerized by his sensual good looks, she agrees to take a ride along the coast with him. Before she can blink her eyes, she is naked on a private, secluded beach, and the mouth-watering stranger is coaxing her into sexual situations that both startle her and bring her more fulfillment than she’s ever had. The afternoon is an initiation into the pleasures of the flesh, but sadly, all good things must come to an end. When Meredith wakes up at her grandmother’s, she wonders if the afternoon really happy or did she just dream it? But life is about to hand Meredith another surprise, one which will open yet more doors to her own sexuality.

“That looks like it belongs on you.” The voice was deep and warm like honey.
Meredith turned her head and found herself pressed full length against the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. Dark hair brushed the collar of his shirt and thick lashes framed whiskey-colored eyes. His tanned face, more rugged than handsome, had deep grooves etched into the sharp planes and a sharp scent drifted past her nose. Pulses throbbed instantly in her breasts and her cunt.
“Oh!” Her breath felt rapped in her lungs. “Thank you.”
She tried to move slightly away but his body enveloped her, keeping her in place. She knew she should feel threatened but instead she only felt turned on. The heat from his body was like a cloud of air around her and she could feel the thickness of his cock just touching her buttocks.
He must have gestured to a sales clerk, because in a moment the case was unlocked and the pendant lay displayed in its glory on the counter.
“Allow me.” He lifted it with long, slender fingers and fastened it around her neck.
As his hands fell away they brushed across her breasts, so briefly she wondered if in fact she’d imagined it. His fingertips lifted her chin and moved her head so she was looking into the mirror on the counter. The pendant glowed as if it was alive.
“I knew it,” he said, his hands resting on her shoulders. “It matches your eyes perfectly.” He bent his head so his lips were almost touching her ear. “Do you know in ancient times emeralds were coveted for their magical powers? They were believed to heighten sexual desire in women.”
Liquid dampened her panties and her nipples tightened. What was she doing here with this stranger, his voice slowly seducing her? She touched the little tree, running her fingertips over the miniscule stones, hardly aware that he was paying the clerk. Her eyes widened as he pocketed the receipt.
“I can’t let you buy this for me. It’s way too expensive. I don’t even know your name.”
“Connor.”
The smile undid her again.