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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Lust After Death Book Tour!!!

Today I'm hosting Daisy Harris's book tour for her book Lust After Death. Don't you just love the title? It sounds sexy but dangerous.

Check out the blurb below to find out what this intriguing book is about. And, even better, Daisy has graced us with a super SEXY excerpt from Lust After Death. I just like saying the title. Lust After Death!

Enough of that. Let's get to the good stuff!

Blurb:

In the Pacific Northwest, where life hurries to keep pace with technology, a re-animated bride named Josie struggles to escape her creator and to find her identity in the half-erased circuitry of her mind and body.

Assassin Bane Connor just wants to get the girl to the Zombie Underground and receive his payoff-a mental reset that will erase his memories as well as his guilt. But an attack by a rival faction derails his rescue, and the wide-eyed female whose circuitry requires a husband tears at his hardened heart and ignites desire like he's never known.

Excerpt:

She picked up a bar of soap and her eyes widened. Normally Bane hated how newbies wondered at every damn thing—but this girl didn’t look stupid. She looked kind, excited, happy. The bar slipped out of her hands into the water and Bane watched as she dove head-first to find it. His hand left his dick to grab at the metal. He worried she might not know enough not to breathe under there.

Her head popped up again and she flipped her ebony mane from her face. A grin split her face. Damp curls of hair framed her cheeks, tangled at her shoulders, licked at her collarbone. She giggled and rolled the soap in her hands. Her eyelids fluttered as she smoothed the cream over her arms and up the long column of her neck.

Bane’s fingers traced over his lips as he watched her soap her body. He held his breath, silently urging her hand lower.

She obliged, skimming over the curve of her breasts before sliding her touch down her belly. Her palm dipped below the water and he lost sight of it, but her eyes fell to half-mast and her lips parted. When her arm reached farther, the girl’s eyes pressed tight as her mouth made a shape like an O.

Fuck! His legs swung out from under him and his fingertips barely caught on the thin ledge. Bane hung there for a moment, wondering whether to drop to the ground or pull back up. Despite his better judgment, he wedged his toe into a crack in the concrete wall and angled his body to push his torso higher until he once again peered like a letch through her window.

He shouted, finding her face right up to the glass. Her mahogany stare met his—surprised, curious, but not frightened. One corner of her mouth curled up into a lopsided, cherubic smile. She reached out a hand to the window and traced his face. When her fingertips covered his lips, her other hand reached up, stroking her own mouth.

Bane lost his grip, and with a winding thud, fell flat on his ass.

Heh, heh. Sexy but fun at the same time. 

About Daisy Harris:

Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.

A Walking Dead fan! I know she's a cool person just from that!

Even more goodies below!!!

***Daisy will be awarding a $20 gift certificate to Amazon or Barnes & Noble and a Walking Dead T-Shirt to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour (US & Canada Only).

Follow her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions for even more chances to win!

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Halloween Event Guest Author Cari Silverwood!!!

Today I have the wonderful, talented, slightly annoying (she's my co-author, I can say that) Cari Silverwood here to talk about Halloween in Australian and her newest project!!!

What’s your favorite Halloween memory? 

In Australia, we don’t have Halloween, so my only memories of Halloween come from watching American movies. Of those, the horror ones would have to take pride of place. But I’m not a real horror movie follower so the most recent horrifying type movie would be the spoofs like the Scary Movie series. Those I have seen several times due to my husband being a love with poor taste slapstick spoofs. Though if you torture me enough, I’ll admit I find the better ones hilarious too.

What’s your favorite Halloween candy? 

We call ‘candy’ sweets or confectionary or most commonly, lollies, here in Australia. I’m not sure what a Halloween candy is, exactly. But in general, I like chocolate, so anything with chocolate on the outside will keep me happy. Chocs with caramels, chocs with toffee…except for strawberry insides. Yuck, yuck yuck. Or come to think of it, also yuck to lime, or orange, or any of those other colorful insides. I eat anything chocolate coated, as long as the anything is toffee or caramel.

What’s your ideal Halloween costume? Like, if you could be anything for Halloween, what would you be? 

Okay, imagination mode switched on as we don’t have such costumes…a feral rabbit with big shiny metal fangs. That way until I open my mouth , you’ll think I’m just cute and fluffy. I like surprises. If you wanted me to say witch or devil or zombie, bad luck. Though I did play Death, in a play once upon a time – the guy with the black hooded clothes, skeleton hands, skull face and scythe. Now that was fun.

If you have kids, do you sneak candy from their bags when they’re sleeping? Be honest! 

Nope. You Americans let kids take candy to bed? Being a tropical climate here, we get a lot of bugs. Do that here, let your kids take candy to bed, and you’d get up in the morning , go to check on them, and find they’d been eaten by some of our piranha ants. Nasty. Only bones would be left. And no candy either. The damn ants have a sweet tooth. I swear I’m telling the truth.

Does your book have a Halloween theme? 

No, but The Dom with a Safeword does have a ghost. Her name is Grace. Though scary, she’s mostly harmless. Or that’s what Sabrina keeps telling us authors. Yes, we talk to our people from the book. She also told me to tell you that. Tell us about your book/series. The Dom with a Safeword is a BDSM erotic ménage romance. I dare you to say that fast six times in a row. The ménage is Mff so it’s one guy, Jude, who is the Dom, and two girls. Q is a bisexual switch who’s been in love for many many years with Sabrina, the ‘straight’ submissive. Sabrina is new to BDSM and girl on girl. Writing a book with so many legs and arms and lips and toes and fingers involved in the sex scenes was a challenge at times, but at least none of our people have a foot fetish. We’re hoping to make this a series eventually. There aren’t a lot of Mff ménage stories out there and yet there are definitely readers looking for these romances.





Now for a sexy excerpt:

 

A few minutes after, Sabrina was also secured, naked, and standing with her hands tied above her. From the bags he took out her costume and the broad leather belt, then he collected the crop and a few other things, and walked back with his attention completely on her. “I feel like dressing you up.”

“Is it pretty, Sir?” She wrapped her hands in the rope, and raised a skeptical eyebrow.

When he shook out the little black lace skirt and let the bra dangle she barely caught her frown before it spread.

Sabrina sighed. “Sir. I have a thing about only wearing what suits my complexion. And that’s like slutty vampire slut gear. I’m really not feeling all that undead today.”

He swallowed the laughter, let the ball gag uncurl from his hand. “Whatever made me think I’d need this?”

“Nooo.”

“Yes.”

Though she ducked away as far as the rope would let her he caught her and popped in the gag. The little skirt when he wriggled it up her legs sat on her midriff with the skirt so short it revealed her ass. But he loved it. The matching see-through bra was strapless and he did up the clasp then made sure her breasts sat with her nipples framed in the openings. He kissed each, once.

“Beautiful. Watch while I do things to Q. But, come to think of it…now I have you all tied up…” 

Like he had before, he played with her breasts and her pussy, even put his mouth to each nipple and sucked a while. When he had her screwing her toes into the floor, he stopped. “There. Now you know how you make Q feel, most days. Such a tease.”

He circled her, cruised his palm over her ass. “I can’t pass this up. If I put one hand here…” He cupped her pussy with the heel of his hand on her clit. This would do it for her. He spanked her hard, six times on one cheek, then ten on the other.

Her muffled groans came out past the gag. He started spanking her again, alternating ass cheeks, and kept going until she pressed herself rhythmically onto his hand. “There you go, pet. Now you’re extra hot.”

That made her growl indignantly.

He grinned. “You can learn how to wait patiently. Waiting builds character.”

Mmmm.... One of my favorite parts!

Here's more about Cari:

Cari Silverwood writes the way the world should be - dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the darkness and lovers wrenched close by ropes. When you need escape, when you need that rough lover to bring you to your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers. The taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if you dare to read.

And...in this real world, she has a lovely family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what she writes, and a furry menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.

 

My website http://www.carisilverwood.net/

And my blog - http://www.carisilverwood.net/keyboard-fandango---blog.html

Facebook http://www.facebook.com/cari.silverwood

Twitter - @CariSilverwood


Remember: I'm giving away a $25 gift card to amazon/B&N on Halloween! Post a comment here and on all the guest posts this month for more chances to win! 

 

  

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.

Excerpt – 18 and over

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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