Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop and Giveaway!!!!

Welcome to the Paranormal G-spot (although today I think it's just the G-spot - you'll find out more if you keep reading. Heh, heh).

This weekend, starting today, I'm participating in the Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop and talking about my favorite parts of the holidays then perhaps tainting cookie decorating for you forever. Curious? Keep on reading! ;)

For this blog hop, we have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet

2nd Grand Prize: A $200 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more! 

And I'm giving away my entire e-book PNR series, Shadows of Destiny, to one winner!

Anyone else remember decorating gingerbread men and sugar cookies as a child? Eating more frosting than you put on the cookie? Making the kitchen look like a real life Candy Land? Flour all over your face and hands? I have fond memories of hours spent baking with my mom and grandma.

I'd LOVE to recreate those memories with my kids but I'm not even half the baker they were. I try, but for some reason my sugar cookie dough blows up twice the size of the cookie cutter in the oven so Santa looks less like a jolly man with a hat and more like an alien with a cone head.

So, because of my lack of chemistry skills, I buy the pre-shaped cookie dough where all you have to do is slap them on a cookie sheet and throw them in the oven. Then, to make up for my lame parenting, I buy lots of icing and sprinkles and let the kids go to town on them. We have the most unrecognizable, but appropriately sized, Christmas cookies on the block!

I wish mine looked like this

And now to defile that adorable little story. Here's an excerpt about Christmas cookie decorating from my new novella, The Dom on the Naughty List. This is a short sequel to The Dom with a Safeword but can be read alone as well. It's releasing on December 21st!!! Sign up for my newsletter on my website (www.leiashaw.com) to find out how to get this book for free! 

Blurb and R-rated excerpt are below.

Blurb:

Who needs Christmas when it brings bad memories? Jude is hung up on his past but his brats, Q and Sabrina, are going to drag their normally good-natured Dom into the festive season even if they have to put him on the naughty list. But being in a ménage a trois isn’t simple. 

Family drama, unexpected consequences, and the sexy shenanigans all avalanche in with the snow to make Jude, Sabrina and Q find out exactly how deep their love goes.

Excerpt: 

With a shrug, Q looked over her baking experiment, trying to decide which cookie to start with. Maybe if she piled on the frosting, it would cover the burnt taste in the last batch. The Santa cookie had escaped with only a slightly charred section by his hat’s pompom.  Q set to work, trying to master the art of getting the icing to come out of the bag without air pockets ruining the texture.  When Santa was done – his pompom hat a glob of white icing to cover the blackened part – she moved onto a reindeer.   

Sabrina was lapping her though, if the term could apply to baking as well as car racing.  She must've been on her eighth one already.

“Oh my god.  Your tongue is actually sticking out.  You are so cute!” Sabrina chuckled from across the table, where she’d paused while icing a star.

“I’m not cute. I’m terrifying.”

“Yes, Q,” Sabrina said in her best sarcastically obedient submissive voice.

“Do I need to prove it?” Q glared.  “Take off your t-shirt.  Now.”

Sabrina’s mouth opened and closed a few times.  Q could tell she wanted to argue, but knew that being mouthy over something so trivial might make her funishment less pleasant.  With a dramatic sigh, she stood and pulled her shirt off over her head.  Even having been in a relationship for over a year, the sight of Sabrina mostly naked froze Q in place for a moment.  With her cheeks and neck a little pink, Sabrina stood in the middle of the room – her little thong panties making her seem more naked than naked.

Q got up from the table and strolled to her.  “Hands behind your head and turn for me.”

She complied. Q let her gaze slide over her like an extra pair of hands. The best part of making her do this, other than getting to admire her woman, was that Sabrina hated it but did it anyway - for Q. To please her. Fucking hot.

Careful to be quiet, Q snaked her hands out behind her.  As soon as Sabrina had made it all the way around, she let loose.  Pink and purple icing squirted out of the bags, hitting Sabrina square in the chest.  Sabrina squealed and back-pedaled,frosting sliding down her breasts.Q was on her in an instant.  With a chuckle, she backed Sabrina against the counter, smearing a handful of purple icing over her tits and belly.

“Q!  What’d you do that for?” Sabrina broke away from her and ran back to the table, grabbing up the turquoise blue.  “Stay back!  I’m not afraid to use this.”

With a grin, Q whipped off her shirt and charged.  Several more tubes of frosting flew from the table, some grabbed and some knocked over.  Q wrestled her girlfriend to the ground, squishing copious amounts of the sugared stickiness into the existing mess.  Sabrina’s reasoning gave way to complaining and whining, but failed to have any effect on Q.  At one point she took Sabrina’s mouth hungrily, and the game became more sensual.  Q wasn’t quite sure when she lost her own pajama bottoms, but she vividly recalled stealing Sabrina’s tiny panties.

Does that give cookie decorating a whole new meaning? It does for me. 

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Wicked After Dark Blog Hop and Giveaway!!!

Welcome to the Paranormal G-spot, fellow wicked book lovers!

I'm thrilled to be a part of this blog hop and I have a special treat for you. I'm sending you all on a little trip. You want to get to know some of my wicked characters, right? What better way than to speak to them yourselves? So just sit back and pretend you've been pushed through the portal to the Underworld where you'll meet the sexy demon from Destiny Bewitched, Geo. Good luck!

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What I first noticed when I stepped – no, make that when Leia pushed me – through the portal to the was the hot muggy air so thick it seemed to stick to the roof of my mouth.

“Should’ve worn a tank top,” I said to no one in particular.

A little shiver crept through me as I took a look around. I was surrounded by tree trunks as thick as my house.

Movement on the ground caught my eye. “Ah!” I yelped when some kind of red-eyed mutant rat scurried across the dead grass. Above me, leaves rustled. I dared a glance at the canopy of green.

A big, black shape stood out against the sage flora. Winged but almost featherless, with a long neck and sharp beak, it sat utterly still on a branch.

Then it swiveled its hairless head and stared at me, an unsettling look in its eye – the same look I give a Hershey bar when I’ve been dieting.

The bird let out a horrible screech then jumped from the tree, soaring straight for me.

“Ahhh!”

A sword swiped through the air only a few feet away and the bird flopped to the ground. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard I was surprised you couldn’t see its outline under my shirt. The wielder of the sword faced away as he wiped the black blood off the steel.

I took my time looking him over. Brown leather pants hugged a firm, bitable ass. His back was bare so I watched his muscle flex as he slid the giant sword into its sheath. It reminded me of what other things he might have that were…giant. Heat crept to my cheeks at the unexpected thought.

He turned around to reveal a set of washboard abs that glistened under a thin layer of sweat. His skin was smooth and tan. Did he always work shirtless outdoors? Someone like that might make me rethink my hatred for gardening.

His jaw was set firm and proud though a small smile played at the edge of his lips. Warm copper eyes stared back at me, twinkling with amusement. Probably, because I’m gawking and panting at him like a love-sick puppy!

I cleared my throat. “Um.” My voice seemed to get stuck somewhere between my brain and my mouth. “Thank you for saving me,” I finally choked out. I stuck out my hand to shake his.

“I'm Geo,” he answered in a sexy rumble. He shook my hand. “What are you doing so far from home, little one?”

I batted my eyes and grinned, surprised I managed to hold back a giggle at his pet name.  “I actually came all this way just to see you.”

His brow furrowed. “Me?”

I nodded. “I was hoping you’d tell me a little bit about…” My cheeks burned. Damn Leia for making me do this. Was she so lazy she couldn’t write the post herself? “About your, uh, sex life.”

A grin stretched across his handsome face. “I see.” He stepped forward.

I stepped back.

A lion in a man’s body was the only way I could describe the presence of this man. Caged lust. Confidence. Knowledge but with a gentle patience. And those horns…smooth, russet-colored horns curved back from his head, curly brown hair tumbling over them. Who knew horns could be so sexy?

“Follow me” he said, eyeing the trees around us. “It’s not wise to stay in one place in the Underworld.”

I gulped then rushed to his side. It was hard to keep pace with his long strides.

“So, can you tell me a little about yourself?” I asked.

“Well, I’m a demon, as you can see from the horns.” He rubbed his hand across one though he didn’t seem pleased about it. “For now,” he muttered under his breath. “I live here in the Underworld and keep to myself until I can return home.”

“Is it true demons can control people’s minds?” I asked.

He stopped walking and turned to face me. His lips quirked. “Kneel.”

Immediately, my legs gave way and I slumped to the ground. Panicked, I tried to rise but my body wouldn’t cooperate. It was like everything locked down, and I could only wait for his next command.

“Look at me.” His voice slid through me like a warm breath.

Slowly, I lifted my head until my gaze found his. I swear I stopped breathing.

He took three steps then stood inches in front of me. I felt so vulnerable, stuck on my knees while he was so tall and strong, staring down at me. Vulnerable, but damn, it was sexy as hell.

“Open your mouth,” the voice commanded.

I was helpless to resist. My heart fluttered. Is he about to do what I think he is?

He stuck the tip of his thumb between my teeth then ordered, “Suck.”

My god, I’d never done something so sensual in all my life. My lips closed around his thumb and I sucked, imaging it was…another part of his anatomy.

“Stop.”

I did and he removed his thumb then stepped way.

“Does that answer your question?” he asked with twinkling eyes.

I answered, breathlessly. “Yes.”

He nodded. “Good.” Then he turned and started walking again.

It took me a moment to realize I was still on my knees. But I had full control of my body again. I scrambled up then jogged to his side.

Feeling the need to bring up a lighter topic, I asked one of my favorite questions. “Boxers or briefs?”

He arched a brow and the corner of his mouth twitched. “Neither.”

I was sure my eyes about popped out of my head.

Geo cleared his throat and my gaze jumped to his face. Had I just been staring at his package? I gave 

my head a shake. “Um, chocolate or vanilla?”

“Both.”

Bet he could cook. My heart thudded in my chest. I’d like to lick something chocolate or vanilla off of him.

“Hard or soft?” I asked.

His eyes narrowed. “What do you think?”

“Hard.”

He laughed and I shuddered. Damn, even his laugh was masculine.

“Fast or slow?”

He thought for a moment. “Fast the first round then slow the second. The first time I’d want to get out all my aggression but then…then I’d want to take my time and savor you.” A greedy glitter started in his eyes. “Maybe even torture you.”

I let go of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Any last words about, um, sex? Specifically, rough sex?”

He paused a moment and stared at the ground in thoughtfulness. “For me, rough sex doesn’t equal violence, or even dominance. It’s passion. The intensity of not only the shared lust but the emotion behind it.” He looked up and gave me a smoldering look. “Do you think it’s sexy that a man could be so hot for you that he rips your clothing to shreds just to get at your body quicker?”

Holy Jesus! “Yes.”

He moved in close to me. I could feel his hot breath against my forehead. My stomach plummeted as I waited for his sensual words.

“You know when it gets to that point, don’t you, Francesca? When the woman says, ‘to hell with it, gimme all you got,’ and she doesn’t care if there’s a pointy rock shoving into her back. Or if there’ll be bruises on her arms where he’s holding her down. Or if her lips are raw from the harshness of his stubble. She can’t feel any of that anyway. And if she can, it turns her on.”

It was turning me on right now!

“Because it reminds her of how bad her man wants her.”

Yes, yes, yes! My chest heaved as I stared into his soulful eyes. Kiss me, damn it. My lips puckered.

He leaned in. I held my breath.

“Alright, dove,” he said, abruptly. “It’s been a pleasure.”

What? I shook my head to break the spell. Over so soon?

Geo gestured behind me. I turned and recognized the hazy shape of the portal door. He’d walked me in a circle? Tricky demon.

He took my hand and brought it to his lips. "It was a pleasure to meet you." He placed a warm kiss on my wrist and I almost fainted.

“Safe travels, dear one.” He gave me one last sexy grin then disappeared as I walked through the portal.

A cold feeling crept over me as I returned home. I didn’t like that door one bit. I rubbed my arms and shivered, but I couldn’t seem to wipe a goofy smile off my face. I remembered is warm lips against my arm. Maybe it was just me, but I think he lingered.

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His wide eyes told her he’d probably never heard music come from a machine before. She recognized the song. I Put a Spell on You by Creedence Clearwater Revival. Somebody in the Underworld liked 70’s rock. Go figure.

“I love this song.” She placed the tape player on the bed and stood up, feeling a little reckless, a little free. Must be the wine.

The lead singer’s throaty voice and the heavy beat fit the dim room. The song was gritty and raw just like the Underworld. She looked at Geo, laid back in the chair all big and bad, strong and silent. He’d never looked so sexy.

Definitely the wine.

“Dance with me,” she commanded.

His brows lifted.

“Come on.” She grabbed his hand and tugged.

With a smirk, he let her pull him to his feet.

“Just put your hands here and here.” She guided his hands to her hip and shoulder but he yanked out of her grip.

“I know how to dance, woman,” he growled. Then he plopped both hands on her low back, just above her backside, and yanked her up against his body.

She gasped. His arousal pressed hard against her abdomen.

Taking the lead, he moved them to the music, grinding against her in a most indecent way. He bent his head and inhaled her hair then let out a savage groan.

Oh my.

All that caged lust was focused on her. Could she handle a man like Geo? His fingers dug into her exposed skin where he’d slipped them under her waistband – his hands like a fiery brand. She swallowed hard.

When the guitar solo came on he bent her backward and she fell, dropping her head, trusting him to hold her as she arched away, presenting her chest. His growl of approval seemed to vibrate straight to her clit. Roughly, he pulled her up and she slammed into his chest with both hands. He gazed down at her, panting, his eyes dark with lust. Her hands shook until she stilled them on his shoulders.

His fingers moved lower, grasping her bare ass and squeezing. Her knees trembled and threatened to give way. Then he lowered his mouth to her ear. She canted her head to the side, thinking he was going to say something, but instead he bit down on her lobe.

“Ow.”

“Be still,” he ordered softly then licked the small sting away.

Oh my Lord, I’ve freed the beast.

His mouth skimmed along her neck, licking, kissing. Goose bumps rose over her skin. He nipped the side of her jaw and she jerked. A shiver shook her. He was so unpredictable – so dangerous. And she’d never been more turned on.

“Did you put a spell on me, little witch?” he rasped in her ear. “Am I yours?”

Mine? God I want to say yes! She could barely find her voice. “Something tells me you’re not the type to belong to anybody.”

He leaned his forehead against hers. “I’m beginning to doubt that.”

What do you think? Is he sexy or what? If you think so too, enter my giveaway below! I'm giving away 3 copies of Destiny Bewitched. It can be read as a stand alone but to get the full experience, I recommend reading the three books before it, Destiny Divided (only 99 cents!), Destiny United (free for Amazon prime members and FREE next Friday-Saturday), and Destiny Unchained (only $2.99, still less than the price of a Starbucks coffee).

Also check out the rest of the amazing authors and bloggers in the Wicked After Dark Blog Hop listed below! 

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Hot in Handcuffs Blog Hop and GIVEAWAY!!!!

Welcome to The Paranormal G-spot and The Hot in Handcuffs Blog Hop!

I'm excited for this kinky hop because I have a kinky book coming out very soon!!!

The Dom with a Safeword releases HALLOWEEN! And I'm giving away 3 ARC e-copies of the book to one winner - open Internationally - at the end of the hop!!! Yes, THREE!!! Just fill out the rafflecopter below.

And as a special treat, I have a sexy little excerpt from The Dom with a Safeword below. But first, here's the blurb:

 Late at night, on an amateur ghost hunt, Sabrina and her best friend Q are caught trespassing by the gorgeous, blonde Jude. The embers of attraction between them sizzle when they discover Jude’s kinks match their own. Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a badass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it’s been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way for Q to get into Sabrina’s heart and panties may be with Jude’s fist wrapped in her hair.

Domming the bratty Q and mischievous Sabrina isn’t going to be easy but Jude relishes the challenge. At the end of the summer, will they find a way to stay together when everything is tearing them apart?

 

“So what kind of punishment do you think you’ve earned?” He swaggered toward them, a gleam in his eye. With a slow nod, he drew Q to her feet and led her to the scaffolding. From up under the lip of the platform, he pulled down a set of leather cuffs that trailed a length of rope.

“Really? That’s not even fair!” Q glowered. “You planned this out ahead of time and were just looking for a reason.”

“No.” He grinned wryly. “With two naughty girls around I need to try to stay a step ahead.” Without warning his eyes turned to flint. “Now are you going to cooperate with the cuffs, or are we doing this the hard way?”

Q weighed her options, and decided to play along. After all, she’d been hoping that today wasn’t just going to be about home improvement. She shoved her wrists out to him.

He shook his head. “Not so fast. Lose the clothes.”

She furrowed her brow. “What? All of them? I just laughed because she was laughing! I couldn’t help it.” Tugging at the bottom of her t-shirt, she was thankful she’d had the foresight to wear one of her nicer sets of under things. But she still didn’t want to part with her clothes. Not yet.

He arched a brow. “Keep bra and panties on for now. I can always cut them off if they get in the way.” His steely gaze made her want to obey. At least for now.

Blushing, she pulled off her shirt and shucked her shorts then kicked them off to the side. She offered her wrists more politely this time, and Jude fastened the cuffs on her while making no secret of perusing her body. A trickle of moisture dampened her underwear. With the rope he tied her arms above her head to an o-ring hidden under the scaffolding platform. A few feet to her right he pulled out an already paint-splattered chair and sat down.

“Come here, Sabrina.” He held out a hand. Q hoped this wasn’t freaking her out. “Ah, ah,” he corrected. “Did I say you could get up? Crawl.”

Q winced and waited for Sabrina to tell him off. There was an obvious sound of indignation, but after that there was nothing but the slide of skin on hardwood. Sabrina’s expression read half angry, half aroused. The sight of her smooth tanned thighs – more exposed when the dress was rucked up for crawling – made Q squirm where she stood. She wished she could follow behind her and watch her move.

When she arrived and knelt beside him, Jude patted his lap expectantly.

“You... you want me to sit on your lap?” Sabrina asked. Q could hear the hope in her voice.

“Over my lap, little one. Face down, to be more precise.”

 Hmm...any idea where this is going? He he. 

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18+ Blog Hop and Giveaway!!! (And Snippet)

Welcome to the Paranormal G-spot!!!

AND....

I love this hop cause it means I get to pick a sexy scene from my books and post it and you all know it's coming! Lol.

So if you've been to my site, you might know I primarily write steamy paranormal romance novels with alpha heroes. But once in a while I like to branch out into the erotic world. My first contemporary erotic romance is called 31 Flavors of Kink. And that's what I'll be giving away for the hop (1 e-copy). Just fill out the rafflecopter below to enter.

I also have a snippet and blurb for my newest contemp erotic called, The Dom with a Safeword. It's co-written with steampunk erotic writer extraordinaire, Cari Silverwood and fantasy erotic writer Sorcha Black.

So without further delay, here's the snippet and blurb!

He took several steps closer, a stern set to his jaw and a determined look in his eye. Now why did that fill her with dread at the same time as making her flush with excitement?

His hand reached out as he stared down at Sabrina. “Bring them here,” he ordered.

Instinct had her moving toward him before logic kicked in. Why was she obeying him so easily? She did Q, most of the time, but that was because Q had proven she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Apparently all Sabrina needed was to hear a stern tone and she turned into a puppet. How annoying.

He kept eye contact the entire long-ass journey from the closet to where he stood. When she placed the cuffs in his hand, he looked at Q. “Do you know how these work?”

Q looked a little less affected by his presence but still nodded obediently.

Gaze back on her, he said, “Give me your wrists.”

She hesitated, looking to Q for help. Her eyes were locked on Jude. Sabrina’s silent pleas went unanswered. Some friend, she huffed. Where was that damn crop when she needed it?

His voice drew her back. “Afraid I’ll trap you in my sex lair, Jersey girl?”

Hmph. Not one to back down from a challenge, she slapped her hand into his. With a smirk, he wrapped the first cuff around her wrist. He took his time fastening first one then the other securely. His expression remained focused but every once in a while he looked in her eyes, as if checking her reaction.

Her heart thudded in her ears. Swallowing was suddenly difficult. Each touch felt like electricity sizzling across the sensitive skin on her wrist. Her eyes fluttered closed as she soaked in each sensation. Hard, uncompromising cuffs, callous but gentle hands. It blended together and put her in some kind of mind-numbing haze.

She realized he’d stopped touching her and popped open her lids. Jude was there, his lips quirked up in an amused but sexy smile. She looked down at her bound wrists – one cuff on each, with two buckles fastened, and a length of leather hanging off each. She could tell the two could connect if he chose to buckle them together. Or perhaps onto something, like a headboard or railing. An image came to mind – her tied, spread-eagle to a bed, Q stalking around her like a lion assessing tasty prey. And damn if she didn’t get wetter.

She gave her head a shake and twisted her wrists this way and that. Funny how her movement wasn’t constricted yet they still made her feel trapped – in a deliciously exciting way “So…” she said, forcing her voice not to betray her arousal. “You do this to women then?”

He pinned her with an honest glare. “I do. When they want me to. I don’t lure little girls who don’t want it.” He gave her an ironic grin. “But you…” His finger traced her bottom lip. “You look like you need it.”

Blurb

Late at night, on an amateur ghost hunt, Sabrina and her best friend Q are caught trespassing by the gorgeous, blonde Jude. The embers of attraction between them sizzle when they discover Jude’s kinks match their own. Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a badass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it’s been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way for Q into Sabrina’s heart and panties may be with Jude’s fist wrapped in her hair.

Domming the bratty Q and mischievous Sabrina isn’t going to be easy but Jude relishes the challenge. At the end of the summer, will they find a way to stay together when everything is tearing them apart?

Release of The Dom with a Safeword is scheduled for Halloween so stay tuned for more! And remember to check out all the blogs on the 18+ blog hop!!!

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