Sunday, April 1, 2012

Zoey Marcel's Fleeing Temptation

Thank you so much for having me, Nicole! I’m very excited about my new book, Fleeing Temptation (Temptation, Wyoming 2). This book is Hilary, the witch’s story and it was a lot of fun to write.

 

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[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, F/F/M with F/F elements, shape-shifters, witches, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

    Hilary is a witch on the run from Nex, a were-tiger who wants her dead. She finds a naked young woman alone in the woods and decides to help her.
   Callie must cope with the trauma of having been sexually assaulted by her boyfriend and left naked and alone in Yellowstone National Park. She befriends Hilary, the quirky Scottish woman who becomes her roommate in the little town of Temptation.
   Cameron owns a magic shop and hires Hilary when he falls for her at first sight. When she invites him over to their apartment, he thinks they're going to fool around, but she kidnaps him and turns him into their sex slave and plaything to help Callie heal from her fear of intimacy.
   Passion and friendship unite the trio, but their relationship is threatened when Nex finally catches up with Hilary and seeks revenge.

Note: This book contains forced seduction.

Story Excerpt 
 “You look really nice.”
She stiffened. Ah yes, he wanted out of those handcuffs and in her pants, hence the flattery. “If I unchain you, do I have your word you won’t run?”
Like his word would mean anything.
“I promise.”
Hilary unchained him and set the cuffs aside while Cameron sat up and rubbed his wrists. He didn’t run, which was good, because he looked strong enough to put up a fight if she tackled him. Hell, he might even win such a struggle, but she wouldn’t ever tell him that.
“Follow me.”
He followed her into her bedroom, eyes widening when he saw the large iron cage. “What is that?”
“Don’t talk. I own you and I command your silence. Now get down on your hands and knees like the dog you are and eat your breakfast.”
He lowered to his knees, frowning when he saw the bowl of dog food. “Are you freaking kidding me?”
“I assure you I am not.”
“I can’t eat this crap.”
“Did you know I’m skilled in the art of castration?”
That got him right to eating. He made faces and whined in aggravation while he ate, but he choked it down. “I hope you know this tastes like shit.”
“Good. Now hush and eat your shit, little dung beetle.” When he knelt to drink from the bowl of water, she slapped his fanny. “Drink as a mutt would.”
“That’s going to take forever to quench my thirst.”
“Would you like me to fix you, puppy?”
He cringed and lapped at the water like her little puppy. The sight of him obeying her and being utterly humiliated made her feel powerful and in control.
“Well, that was weird. What now?”
“I bought you a toothbrush since yours is still at your place. Go brush your teeth and shower. When you are finished, kneel before me naked with your head bowed in humble submission.”
Cameron snickered.
“Did I say something funny?”
“Kind of.”
“Pray tell.”
“Nothing. I’m going.”
Hilary waited in the dining room while he cleaned up. The steady sound of the shower running proved as rhythmic and calming as the drizzle outdoors. He came out in the buff…except for the towel wrapped around his waist like a loincloth.
“Did I not tell you to come out here nude?”
“Yeah, but this is close enough.”
She raised her eyebrow, surprised by his bold defiance. This would never do, but oh how fun to knock the fool down to size. She stood and approached him. He appeared startled when she yanked the towel off of him, exposing his loins to the cool draft seeping in through the open window.
“Close enough is not good enough.” She forced him to his knees, tickled at the sound of his breath hitching. She nearly lost hers when he caressed her thighs and lifted the hem of her shirt just enough to kiss her tummy. The way his eyes closed when his soft, moist lips touched her skin looked so loving and beautiful. This bastard was a skilled con artist. He must never be trusted. She yanked his hands away and slapped his face.
“Geez, I was just being nice.”
“I did not give you permission to touch me. For it you shall be spanked.”
He smirked. “Really?”
“Aye, really. Since you are my pet, you shall wear this as a symbol of my ownership over you—a reminder of my power and authority and your weakness.”
Cameron studied the pink dog collar closely for a second. “It’s a dog collar.”
“Aye, I’m told masters sometimes give their slaves collars in this town.”
“Yeah, as in BDSM collars and chokers designed specifically for humans, not an actual freaking collar a real dog would wear.”
“But you are my dog.”
“And why the hell is it pink? Didn’t they have any blue or black ones at the pet store when you bought this?”
“Aye, they did, but I wanted you to wear a pink one so you would feel emasculated and ridiculous.”
“Well, it worked.”
“Quit your sniveling and hold still while I put this on you.” She fastened the collar securely around his neck. “I don’t have a license for it, but I trust this gift is generous enough for you.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Good. Now lie across my lap while I discipline you.”
 
Adult Excerpt
 
 “I’ve never licked a girl before,” she said coyly, her breath hitching when she felt Cameron parting her delicate folds.
Hilary winked at her and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Then we shall just have to have Cameron remind you how it’s done. While he does, I will clean the glitter off of you.”
“What glitter?” Callie felt giddy when she saw Hilary open a small container of what looked like edible powder from the adult store. “Oh, yum! What kind is that?”
“Sugar cookie.” Hilary dusted her breasts with it.
“Oh, cool. I want some.” Cameron sprinkled some of the shimmery powder onto her thigh and licked the trail up with his tongue. “Oh, that’s good.”
Callie twisted around on the mattress when Hilary’s skilled tongue followed the glittery path she’d made on her stomach. Her sighs turned into harsh, rapid breaths when she felt Cameron gently rubbing some dust over her creamy slit. Her back arched when Hilary latched onto a nipple and ravenously sucked the mock sugar from her. Callie cried out when she felt Cameron’s devoted tongue eating hungrily from her drenched pussy.
“It’s too good. I can’t stand it,” she panted, never wanting it to end, even as it drove her crazy with need.
Sobs of pleasure tore from her throat when he laved her pulsing clit, lapping up the glitter there. She moaned in Hilary’s mouth when the woman plastered her mouth on her and spread the tasty sugar all over her taste buds. The rest of the world seemed to disappear until only the sucking and slurping remained. Sparks of electric pleasure shot off in her body as Cameron coaxed her clitoris over the edge and Hilary tugged on her tit with her mouth. Callie shuddered and moaned beneath her lovers, unable to escape the rush of their gifted mouths.
“Oh, wow,” she sighed shakily, feeling the big smile on her face. “Thank you both. That was wonderful.”
Hilary flicked her tongue lightly against her pointed nipple. “It was.”
Cameron stood between her thighs. “You look so freaking gorgeous when you come, Callie girl. Wrap your legs around my hips.”
Callie thanked him for the compliment and followed his orders. She felt the blood heat beneath her skin when his glans pushed slowly into her soaked vagina. The way he gasped and his eyes closed was pure, breathtaking masculinity. She groaned when she felt him bottom out inside of her.

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Sunday, March 4, 2012

Who’s Running the Show?




Do you ever wonder who is running things when you are writing a story?  I do.

Sometimes, actually most of the time, my characters have a tendency to run off on tangents and take me in directions I never intended when I started to write their story. 

The first one to really dig his heels in on me was Kyle, the sexy merman from my as yet unpublished novel, Forbidden Waters.  He decided, quite stubbornly, that he wasn’t going to wait around for his merman lover to get his act together, and instead set his sights on someone else and that was that.  This caused quite a bit of trouble for me since it meant a drastic re-write of large portions of the story, hence why it is still unpublished at the present time.

However, stubborn mermen aside, most of my characters go at least in the vague direction of where I intended them to.  At least until Machidiel and Alastor arrived on the scene.

The initial spark of inspiration for this story was the idea of an angel and a demon falling for the same mortal man, who had to choose between them.  Simple enough, right?  It was my intention to write this one as a short story for Silver Publishing’s open call for Halloween stories last year, but that never really happened. 

The more I wrote the scenes between Machidiel and Alastor, the more their chemistry refused to be denied.  Their attraction for each other, as well as Tristan, the mortal in the middle, was evident with every word and every touch they exchanged.  There was no possibility of Tristan being left out in the cold with neither of the others sharing his bed either. 

If anyone had told me a year ago I’d soon be publishing an all male ménage story I would probably not have believed them.  But once I let my characters have free rein that is exactly what I had on my hands.  Three men, all attracted to each other, with both Heaven and Hell against them.  Things heat up pretty quickly and not only in the bedroom. 

On the whole, I’m rather glad I give my characters so much freedom. 


Angel Machidiel (Mac) and demon Alastor have been denying the attraction they feel for each other for centuries because relationships between angels and demons are forbidden.

Things change forever when they both fall for the same mortal man and begin a relationship with him. Together with Tristan, the menage they form is filled with jealousy and insecurities, passion and love. Only time will tell if the relationship they have forged together is made in Heaven or Hell.



Excerpt

Alastor left Tristan sleeping and padded downstairs to the kitchen. He didn't know why he was surprised to see Mac sitting at the table.

"Don't you believe in knocking?" he asked as he filled up the kettle at the sink.

"You gave quite a performance last night," Mac replied. "Was it for my benefit?"

Alastor snorted and set the kettle to boil. "Contrary to what you may believe, my life doesn't revolve around you."

Mac's eyes widened. "Oh, really? I thought perhaps it did, especially considering the amount of time you spent talking about me last night."

"Didn't you ever hear the old saying about eavesdroppers never hearing good about themselves?"

"I wouldn't say that." Mac smirked as he stood up, grabbed three mugs, set them down on the counter, and opened the fridge. "I notice you didn't say you weren't attracted to me."

Alastor picked up a carving knife and started to pick at his nails with the tip.

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" Mac prodded.

"Like what? You know I'm attracted to you. You've known it for aeons. It doesn't exactly change anything, does it?"

Mac continued to rummage around the fridge. "I guess not. You know I feel the same, right?"

Alastor shrugged and sat down at the table, still concentrating on his nails. "Like I said, it doesn't change anything."

"It might change everything if we both admit we want each other."

Alastor looked up momentarily and saw Mac had turned away from the fridge to stare at him intensely. "How so?"

Mac looked towards the door, perhaps checking they were still alone. "I've been thinking about our situation, and I want more than this."

"More than spying on me when I'm fucking someone else you mean?"

Mac rolled his eyes. "Like you weren't watching me with Tristan last Halloween. I suspect you didn’t stay all night this time, otherwise you’d know I didn’t try to poison Tristan’s mind against you. But I know you followed us back here and watched me take him, wishing it was you."

Alastor shrugged. "I don't deny it. I knew you'd be back last night to watch us. Why do you think I took him on the stairs? Just a few feet away from where you had him up against the wall. Did it turn you on?"

Mac nodded shakily. "That's not why I'm here this morning though. I noticed something last night."

Alastor grinned. "Are you finally going to admit I've got a bigger package than you?"

"Certainly not. Don't you want to know what it was?"

Alastor gestured for him to continue.

"You called out Tristan's name when you came." Mac leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. "What do you think about that?"

"Huh?" Alastor furrowed his brow. "I was having sex with him; what did you expect?"

"I expected you to call out my name," Mac explained. "Just like you have every time you've got laid for centuries now. Why do you think so many men you sleep with kick you out of bed as soon as they've recovered?"

"How long have you been spying on me?" Alastor questioned.

Mac leaned forward and Alastor could feel his warm breath against his ear. "For as long as you've been watching me."

Alastor felt his groin tighten.

Mac placed his hand lightly on Alastor's thigh. "For the first time in as long as we've been doing this you were with someone else, and I mean really with him. You want Tristan more than you've ever wanted anyone, except perhaps me."

"I don't do relationships," Alastor reminded him.

"Perhaps it's time you did," Mac suggested. His hand continued to lightly rub along Alastor's thigh.

Alastor's voice was barely more than a whisper when he replied. "With Tristan?"

Mac's hand stilled. "Yes, and with me."

 
Available from Silver Publishing HERE


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Thursday, March 1, 2012

Intimate Confessions is NOW AVAILABLE

Intimate Confessions (MF)  Intimate Temptations 2

By: Nicole Morgan | Other books by Nicole Morgan | Notify me of Nicole Morgan's new releases
Word Count: 61,465
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

 


This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, March 8th.

[Siren Allure: Erotic Contemporary Romance, M/F with elements of M/F/M, public exhibition, light consensual BDSM, M/M/M and F/F elements not involving hero or heroine, HEA for MF]

When Derek met Sandi, all the pieces of his life fell into place, but the young and inexperienced Sandi wanted desperately to discover who she was and pushed Derek away in search of something she was missing.

Devastated from losing Sandi, Derek arrives at Pleasure Seekers, an estate which specializes in play of the adult variety, anxious to start his new life. A chance encounter with the very woman he was trying to forget brings his plans to a screeching halt.
Angry and wanting nothing more than to hurt her the way she had him, he sets out to do just that. Only Sandi has changed in their time apart and is willing to do anything to get him back in her life again.

Old wounds and intimate confessions come to the surface as the couple faces the choice of forgiving or forgetting the only person they’ve ever loved.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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Intimate Temptations

Intimate Persuasions  Intimate Confessions (MF)