Wednesday, August 28, 2013

In times of old when knights were bold and safes were not invented...a woman needed to produce an heir! AT HER SERVICE, SWORDS OF PASSION #1

AT HER SERVICE, #1 in my Swords of Passion medieval series from, stars a knight you will not forget. Simon de la Poer once fell in love with a charming girl who was soon married off to another. That man was old and ruthless...and now years later, the poor fellow needs an heir. FAST.
     Who better to aid the man and supply his services than the man who once loved the lady beyond reason?
This is the story of AT HER SERVICE, the first in my trilogy about three knights who served King Richard the Lionheart—and who find themselves at odds with his ignoble younger brother, King John.

Here, a lovely childless countess must bear an heir—or lose her lands, her honor—and her life. The man sent to sire a child with her is none other than the one who grew up fostered in her father’s castle as a boy—and the man Elise has yearned for lo, all the lonely years since he left.

A nibble of AT HER SERVICE! (Copyright, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.)

Circling up, up, up the winding tower that was the back entrance to their private rooms, she heard no one behind her. She breathed deeply in relief for that. Simon would not dare to come to them in full view of Alphonse’s retainers and servants. Simon might be under her husband’s thrall, but he would not leave the hall after her and, thus, make the servants aware of what his mission was.
  She pushed open her husband’s bedroom door. It creaked, an eerie sound that sent shivers up her spine. But the warmth of the hearth fire, always blazing in the winter’s snow, rushed out to bathe her face and welcome her inside.
  “Close the door, Elise.”
  At the distinctive husky tone she could still identify after all these lonely years, she paused with one foot upon the threshold. She watched in amazement as Simon unfolded himself from the chair nearest the door and stood to his ungodly height. Anger flooded her at Simon’s impertinence of speaking to her before her husband bid her enter. Her gaze shot to Alphonse who lay beneath a pile of woollens and silks, snoring, his thin face grey, his mouth lax, his once manly frame reduced to a skinny child’s.
  Simon took a step forward and extended his hand to the chair opposite his. “Come.” His rough bass voice flowed across the expanse of the chamber like thick molasses over her senses, her body warming to his sensuous tone. Simon’s merest words could entangle and enslave her.
  Against his allure, she braced her spine. “How did you get in?”
  Mere feet away, she noted how his silver eyes shown like the hard coin he would take for his service to her. “Your husband gave the order to his steward.”
  “He should have told me, asked me,” she objected without regard to wake her husband, clenching her fists in fear at Cleve’s knowledge. Her voice bore her outrage that she could not countermand the great earl of Atherton, even as he lay dying in his bed.
  Simon strolled forward, his head high, his expression earnest and pleading. Beneath his breath, he spoke to her alone. “The steward put me in the room below.” He nodded towards her alcove and the private winding stairs down to his tiny room. “We must talk.”
  “No.” What good was talk? She was chained to Alphonse’s bargain and bound up in a torment wanting Simon de la Poer but knowing she should not have him. Yet she would take him to her to please Alphonse. Aye, and in the taking, she would also surely please herself. She snorted, stepped fully into the cosy apartment and shut the door to the world below.
  “You need to know—”
  “I want to know nothing.”
  “That,” he whispered as he stepped close to her and threaded his long, supple fingers under her wimple up into the coil of her hair, “is a lie.”
  She flinched backwards, wrenching to escape his reach. “You must do as I say. Agree or this will not happen at all.”
September 6 WITH HER KISS, the 3rd in my Swords of Passion series, debuts! You know you need it!
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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Would you put aside your feud for love? Sascha Illyvich tells us how!

Would you put aside your feud for love?  That's the question Kerian has to ask himself when he finds out his lover's other paramour is HIS ex-boyfriend and rat bastard! Both wolves love Iolite, and their combined intelligence plus wolf DNA and a dose of magic may help aid the wolf packs from the disease spreading throughout Albuquerque, NM. 


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We spend so much time in our lives over fighting and random BS that we often forget the true power of love, which is partially why romance is such a hot genre.  Authors provide an escape from the harshness of reality and even invite ourselves into your bedroom with the ability to grant illusions like the ménage a trois.

For Iolite, she gets the feel of two strong alpha males, both vying for her bed, and she wants them both to win, but if Kerian's not able to see past the mistakes Jackob made, the threesome and the fate of the wolves overall are doomed.

The fun of a ménage lies in the extra opportunities for experimentation and sexual gratification, feeling not one but two hearts beating against your body if you're the woman in the middle of a studly ménage, or just more fun if you're the guy. 

In another ménage story I wrote for Decadent Publishing, there wasn't really any fueding, but negotiations had to take place because the two men in question weren't lovers, though they loved the same things and shared the same women.  The D/s aspect threw things into a different light. 

Even though Jackob and Kerian are both alpha males there isn't a direct D/s aspect to alter the dynamic slightly, Kerian naturally acquiesces to Iolite's wants and needs. 

The excerpt I'm sharing from Torn to Pieces is the first time Kerian and Jackob meet at Iolite's loft in downtown Albuquerque, NM.  I think it captures the tone of the story perfectly, how about you?
Out now! A Menage featuring two sexy wolves, one hot witch and unfulfilled needs..unless Kerian and Jackob resolve their differences and learn to both love Iolite...

"Full of emotion and lust and hot sex." - that's how The Forbidden Bookshelf describes the romances of Sascha Illyvich.

Iolite is a witch in love with two wolves, wanting, needing both to fulfill her life. Both of them are two halves of the same being who she loves. Jackob and Kerian are former lovers turned enemies by pack law, but without the witch’s solution for the disease ravaging the wolves, both packs will certainly die. Both want Iolite, both want to love again but are uncertain of the consequences. Can Jackob and Kerian get past their emotional baggage to help heal Iolite’s broken heart as well as their own in order to save their packs?

Jackob would slaughter him.
Rage consumed him.  Rage at Iolite's choice in wolves.  If she'd have brought in any other wolf, Kerian would be willing to be understanding.  "That fucking prick is your other lover?" Kerian stammered against the wall, setting a hand out for balance. 
Iolite strode forward, ire in her eyes. 
Kerian smelled the cayenne pepper and chili spice from her, indicating her level of anger. 
She frowned.  "I wanted to ease you into the idea at first, before springing the announcement." 
His groin tightened at the sight of Jackob in midair, hovering and eyeing him with a predatory gaze.  "But he's a thief!" And my former boyfriend.
 "No.  That prick is my other lover." She crossed her arms over her ample chest and leaned back against the wall.
Kerian pushed himself away from the opposite wall.  "I see." He glared at her.  "You think one of us will impregnate you?"
The rise and fall of his chest matched hers almost perfectly.  She stared hard at him, the steady resolve in her eyes emphasizing her point.  The pack badly needed this baby.  "I do."
Kerian drew in a deep breath, and let it out slowly.  Slowly, he closed his eyes and put a thumb to his chin.  "I see."  He paused, blinked and then stared back at Iolite.  "Does Jackob know? Can he hear us?"
She nodded her head.  "Yeah, he can hear us.  I thought I'd tell you first, since you're the level headed of the two." She spat the words out vehemently. 
He nodded.  Hands out to his sides, he stepped back from Iolite, her apparent need for breathing room almost strangled him.  "But this assho – guy's a thief.  He'd rob his own mother and sell her blood for cash."
"How do you know?" She stepped forward, poking a fingernail into his chest, punctuating every word.  "What proof do you have? I've seen the news.  Do you honestly think I'd be with a brute?"
He coughed, "I uh, well no!"
Kerian glanced at the frozen Jackob.  His hair remained spread out behind him, the dangerously sensual gaze, and that perfect mouth, he reminded Kerian of too many things from the past. 
Or so he thought.  Jackob still had beautiful lips.  He remembered kissing them many a time; after work, first thing in the morning.  First thing before bed.  They weren't as soft as Iolite's, but still inviting, nonetheless. 
"Then what's the deal, Kerian? Why the instant hostility?"
"Hey, he attacked me," Kerian crossed his arms over his chest.  "So ask him." Kerian turned away.
Iolite huffed, "Fine.  Jackob, I'm going to unfreeze your head.  You will answer me?"
Kerian looked at Jackob and saw him blink. 
Iolite snapped her fingers.  Instantly, ice disappeared from Jackob's head.  "What the fuck, Iolite? Why did you–"
She raised a hand and pointed a finger in his direction. 
Jackob shut up.
"Now," she stepped over to him.  "You're my beautiful lover too.  A gorgeous alpha any woman would be proud to have, just like Kerian.  Why attack him and disrespect my home?" Her voice dropped a few notches. 
Jackob snickered.  "He probably didn't tell you, did he?"
Iolite faced Jackob, nodding.  "About the stealing, yes.  And I defended you."
Kerian couldn't believe Iolite used her seductress voice on him, at a time like this. 
Jackob tried to move, but peered down at his body, still frozen in ice.  He rolled his eyes and looked back at Iolite.  "No, silly.  Don't you wonder why we know each other, intimately?"
"No," she shook her head and looked at Kerian.  "What is he talking about?"
Kerian bit his bottom lip. 
"Tell him, Kerian.  Or are you still ashamed of our past?" Jackob spat the words out.
With a clenched fist, Kerian stepped towards Jackob.  "I was never ashamed of us!" Kerian growled. 
"Hah," Jacob scowled.  "You never told your pack about us.  You never came out of the closet." Jackob's words loomed in the air for a moment. 
Kerian swallowed the lump forming in his throat. 
Jackob lowered his head.  "At least I made some in my pack aware of our affair.  They didn't give me shit about it."
Kerian's shoulders fell.  "You don't understand.  I don't have the–"
Jackob scoffed.  "Same moral fibers I have.  Or the same pride.  Right.  Iolite, let me go from this ice."
Iolite arched a curious brow, while biting her lip.  "Promise you'll behave?"
Jackob nodded. 
With a wave of her hand, the ice from Jackob's body melted and disappeared, as though never present.
He landed, bending down on one knee.  Jackob bowed low, swept up the mess of hair that fell in front of him, then stood to his full height.
Kerian's breath caught in his throat.  His heart hammered in his chest.  Jackob's long, dark, mane still managed to enhance his ruggedness, and cause blood flow to divert south. 
Iolite's gaze never left Jackob's body. 
Jackob strode across the room and stopped in front of Iolite.  He placed his mouth on hers, nibbled her bottom lip, while circling her waist with his large arm and pulling her to him.
Damn him! Ire surged through Kerian's veins at the sight.  He'd have to accept another male in her life, it wouldn't be right to leave her for long periods of time without contact from him.  But .  .  .  Jackob?  The kiss dragged on. 
Kerian tapped his foot.  "Ahem."
Jackob broke from the kiss.  "Oh yeah.  I haven't forgotten you, my proud wolf." Long legs crossed the distance in two steps, until Jackob stood close enough for his scent to fill Kerian's nose.  Jackob's nostrils flared.  "You haven't changed, babe."
Heart still thundering against his ribs, Kerian arched an eyebrow.  Before he could react, Jackob reached for his head, yanking his mouth against his.
Jackob's lips pressed hard against Kerian's, hot and hungry, demanding. 
A thick, wet, tongue invaded Kerian's mouth, swirling over teeth and tongue, lower lip.  Sucking in a breath, Kerian set his hands on Jackob's well-chiseled chest, but his efforts to push the other wolf off died the moment he made contact.
Hips bumped against Kerian's, grinding his rather large cock against Kerian's body.
Jackob pulled back, captured Kerian's lower lip and nibbling with his lips, before he dragged his teeth across the other man's tongue. 
Kerian tasted darkness, wild, suggestive things, still present between them.  His mind warred with his hardened body, prick throbbing, heaving between his legs. 
Jackob's massive size seemed to surround Kerian's body.  The pad of Jackob's tongue slid over Kerian's lip, tracing a pattern down his jaw, as fingers tangled in his hair and tugged him into the kiss.
Knees weak, Kerian didn't have to be dragged, really.  Not now anyway.
Kerian sucked in a breath, setting his hands on Jackob's shoulders, and enjoyed the feeling of Jackob's canines working a path of heat down his neck and over his clavicle. 
Iolite stood off in the distance, her hands wandering over her body.  Kerian saw her caressing her breasts, teasing the nipples into tight points. 
God, what he wouldn't do to have those breasts in his mouth, while Jackob fucked him from behind.
Kerian squeaked, feeling a pair of teeth drag across his taut nipple. 
Jackob straightened and looked him in the eye.  "I thought so." He smiled, stepped back and took a bow.  He turned toward Iolite.  "Babe, I'll see you later.  Bring the pup if you want.  We'll talk about this stupid disease, and how your wolf's blood can help us."

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Thursday, August 15, 2013

REBOUND by my pal Sabrina York out in all formats! Do. Not. Miss. It!

Rebound by Sabrina York is out now in all formats!
Did you miss this yummy book?
Do. Not!
When a kiss on a dare from her long-time crush suddenly flares into something more, passion explodes.
A Tryst Island Erotic Romance (Book 1)
Don’t miss Book One of the Tryst Island Series. Sizzling erotic romance from award winning author Sabrina York.

Need more of a nibble? Of course, you do!
When Kristi Cross realizes Cameron Jackson, her long-time crush has a thing for her,  as long as she could remember, but she knows she’s not his type. She’s nothing like the women he dates. So when he suggests they play for a kiss over a game of Hearts, Kristi can’t resist. Even if she loses, she wins. Because she’s finally going totaste him.
 Of course, one kiss can quickly become something altogether steamier, especially when both parties are on the rebound…
#1 Amazon Best selling Erotic Romance in May
Fall in Love on Tryst Island
When a group of friends share a vacation house, wild hijinks, unexpected hook-ups and steamy sex ensue. And true love. Did I mention they all find true love?  
About Sabrina York
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the award winning author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. She has many titles available which range from sweet & sexy erotic romance to BDSM to erotic horror. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Visit her webpage at to check out her books, excerpts and contests. 
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Friday, August 9, 2013

L. M. Somerton tells us about LIVING ON THE EDGE!

Hi Cerise, and thanks so much for inviting me to your blog. I thought your readers might be interested in how little bits of me sneak their way in to my books, so here are a few secrets!

  1. I love animals, but particularly cats. Merlin, the cat in The Portrait, is based on my own pet – Midnight, who is just as lazy!
  2. My favourite music is Goth rock and the names of some of the bands I listen to sometimes get a mention. Within Temptation is playing on a car journey in Living on the Edge.
  3. I’m interested in Greek and Roman mythology, so the occasional God pops up – Dionysus and Thor both get a mention in the book I’m finishing at the moment.
  4. My books all feature BDSM though I’m not a practitioner myself. Inspiration for a lot of the toys my characters use come from the website of a shop in San Francisco.
  5. I live in England and often feature places I love in my books – Mountain Rescue is set in Cumbria and The Edge series is based partly in North Yorkshire.

So, those are a few clues to my personality! I hope you enjoy discovering some more in my latest book, Living on the Edge – book 2 in the Tales from The Edge series. Here’s some blurb and an excerpt to tempt you…

Tales from The Edge - Series Blurb

The Edge is a training company with a difference. Its weekend clients come for classes in bondage and domination, not team building and problem solving.
The management, staff and customers of The Edge do not lead boring lives. In fact they have a habit of getting themselves into all kinds of trouble. Put Dominant, possessive alpha males together with bratty, loveable submissives and sparks are bound to fly. These Tales from The Edge are their stories.

Living on the Edge - Book Blurb:
Sometimes it takes willpower to resist temptation but courage to give in.
Aiden Keller is a brilliant and intriguing young man. When he’s convicted of hacking, his sentence takes him to The Edge, a high-end corporate training company with a mysterious sideline. There he is given into the custody of its owner, the enigmatic and demanding Heath Anders, and his business partner Joe Dexter.
From the moment Heath takes charge of Aiden he recognises the boy’s submissive nature, even though it is well hidden beneath a veneer of snarky attitude. But for twelve months, Aiden will be his responsibility and Heath cannot allow himself to get involved whilst the boy is obliged to obey him.
Aiden settles into his new life with the help of Olly, Joe’s pretty, submissive boyfriend, who is very perceptive when it comes to noticing the sparks of attraction flying between Aiden and Heath. Slowly and gently, he teaches Aiden that submission is not a weakness and to accept his desire to be dominated.
Unable to resist, Heath starts to test Aiden’s willingness to be obedient, and against all the odds, love (and lust) start to bloom. Aiden, however, is not quite what he seems and his past is about to endanger all their lives.


   Aiden watched as he walked away. Broad shoulders topped a body wrapped in a dark fleece and black jeans. Every movement spoke of restrained strength. He moved confidently with a measured, unhurried pace. Aiden couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting down to a very nice arse—the guy was exceptionally well put together. It wasn’t difficult to imagine what it would be like to be held down by Heath, and somehow Aiden knew that held down was what he would be. Heath didn’t look the type for caring and sharing. He was so obviously dominant that it oozed from every pore.
   “Probably straight.” Aiden hoped he had only thought the words rather than said them out loud. It was hardly appropriate to be thinking about the man in that way. Still, if he had to be stuck in some godforsaken place as slave labour for twelve months, at least there would be something nice to look at. Twelve months. Fuck. It felt like a life sentence, and Aiden wondered for the millionth time if what he had done was worth it.
   Heath returned, levered his long legs beneath the table and placed a large cup of steaming coffee in front of him. Aiden’s hands shook just a little as he ripped open a sugar sachet and sprinkled a few grains into his drink. The fight with the miniature milk cartons proved a bit more challenging until a large hand closed around his own, took the annoying little pot away and opened it for him. The burning sensation would have been less if Aiden had plunged his hand into an open fire. Skin on skin contact with Heath short-circuited his brain and turned his cock into a very hard problem.
   He shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t need your help.” He fought the second milk carton and sprayed white liquid across the table.
   “Of course you don’t.” Heath wiped up the mess with a serviette. “Look at me, Aiden.”
   Aiden suddenly found the tabletop very interesting indeed, but there was something about that voice that stripped away his resistance. Slowly, unwillingly, he raised his eyes.
   “Better. I have one ground rule that we need to get out of the way. I know you don’t want to be here. Well, suck it up—I don’t care. You did something wrong and this is punishment, not a fucking day trip.”
   Aiden blinked and clenched his fists beneath the table.
   “From this point on, you do what I say, when I say it. Disobey me and you will be punished. Do as you’re told and we will get along just fine.”
   “So, you say ‘Jump’ and I say ‘How high’? Is that how this works?” Months of frustration and worry brought sharpness to Aiden’s voice.
   “How high, how far and what kind of fucking landing is required.”
© L M Somerton

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You can buy Living on the Edge today from Total-E-Bound at:

From August 16th, it’s also available on general release at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance Café etc. just search for the title.

Author bio:

L M Somerton lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

Twitter: @lmsomerton

Thursday, August 1, 2013

There is nothing like a dame...with 3 men! Why I love menage and a quatre!

Why do I love menages and a quartre?

Writing them taxes my brain!

How to keep the men uniquely different and appealing?

How to ensure all the body parts work appropriately and there is no ICK Factor?

How to ensure the heroine can enjoy what happens not only physically but emotionally?

THESE, dear reader, are not easy tasks.

And yet, I get a kick from champagne, riding too high with 3 guys on the page is my idea of some hot thing to do!


When Bess Deveraux secures a position as cook in the household of the delectable devil who taught her the joy of loving years ago, she shows him that she has more to offer him now that she is older, wiser and oh so eager to please all the men in his employ.
Bess Deveraux learnt the joy of loving years ago at the hands of a masterful man. But her family forbade her his notorious company. Now, at the opportunity to not only find that man again but also work for him, Bess secures a position in his household.
Lord Taryn Wentworth has no idea where this delightful woman has been or how she managed to stand before him as his cook, but he is determined to enjoy her, her delectable offerings—and to offer them to his male staff as well.
Taryn knows his lovely cook will agree to revel in every delight he has in store for her. After all, pretty Bess is an expert not merely in the fine art of satisfying human appetites, but in the refined art of pleasing many men at once, offering up her succulent body—in the dining room, on the kitchen table, on the floor and anywhere else her fancy or her master’s leads her.
Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex and the use of sex toys.

And if you haven't read this yet, do go for delicious words by this reviewer for HIS DELECTABLE COOK,