Saturday, February 16, 2019

It's release day! What's life without a little chaos? Hard, Fast and Madly: Part 2 is now LIVE! #NSFWexcerpt



Hard, Fast and Madly: Part 2

Blurb

What’s life without a little chaos?

Who would’ve thought a chance meeting on an airplane could’ve turned into a whirlwind romance like none other? Certainly not Freya Lapierre, who’d thought she’d never experience love again, not after the secrets and devastation her late husband left her with. She figured she was destined for a life of heartache and loneliness. But Jake changed all that. He showed Freya a new way to live with passion, self-love and honesty. He brought her into his family fold and introduced her to people who will always have her back. Only, Freya’s fears, insecurities and the enemies her ex-husband left behind threaten this new family and force Freya to a take a risk, endangering those she loves most in the process.

Jake Leeman’s been knocked off his feet by the stunning Freya. She intrigues him, challenges him, and most of all loves him implicitly. He’s finally earned her trust, and he’s determined to keep it. But life has other plans for Jake, and that trust is tested. When Jake’s world is turned upside down and his entire identity is put into question, he begins to re-evaluate everything he’s ever known. Can Freya help Jake navigate the turmoil and his new life? Can she help him find himself again? Or will the drama and danger that surrounds them both be too much for their relationship to handle … and survive?









Dirty Excerpt


His tongue laved at my core while his fingers tickled and teased. I pushed into him and delighted in his moan and how it vibrated through me. Without him ceasing his efforts, our eyes locked. “Lay back and put your hands on your belly, right here.” He patted my lower abdominals. “Whenever you feel like it, pull on the skin and muscles. It’ll make things feel even better.”
How did he know these things?
I did as he told me and slowly lowered my head and torso down to the cool slate, adjusting my position ever so slightly so that I no longer had a lumpy piece of rock boring into the back of my skull. He tapped my stomach, and I put both my hands there, pulling back the way he’d told me to. His lips enclosed my clit and he sucked.
Holy mother of God. He was so right. It felt so good.
Eyebrows bobbing, he grinned. “See, I told you.”
I rode his face for ages. The man was an artist. Just when I felt like he was going to push me over the cliff, he’d pull me back from the precipice, only to tirelessly bring me right back up to the top again. Over and over he worked me until I was near mad for an orgasm, my entire body gyrating with need, my skin hot to the touch as sweat mingled with mist.
I was drenched. “J-Jake,” I stammered, “I need to come.”
Rising up from the water without a word, like a young Poseidon, his manhood hard and raging, he grabbed both my ankles and thrust home. He knew I was ready for him.
“Touch yourself,” he grunted. “Use your fingers.”
I wasn’t sure if it was position, him looming over me, commanding and dominating, or the fact that we were having sex in a cave behind a waterfall, but a primitive beast raged and roared inside of me, and I ached to please.
I wanted to see that face of possession again. Where I was his, and his alone.
I let one hand travel down my body until I found my clit, moving my hand even lower until I felt him sliding in and out of me. The eroticism of it drove me wild. He was so hard, and I was so soft, and yet we fit together perfectly. Our bodies were meant to be united in such a way. My other hand started to play with my breasts, fondling and tweaking, pinching and pulling, all the things that Jake had taught me to love.
I felt the orgasm stir and reignite deep inside my belly.
“You’re so hot,” he panted, hammering into me, his face set in a pinched scowl with bared teeth and furrowed brow. He was so focused, so heavily concentrated on me, on us.
“Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me hard.”
It must have been my blue-moon use of profanities, because he let out a roar and then poured himself into me, bucking wildly like an animal as he found his release. I clenched my muscles around him, trying to heighten his pleasure, milking him, greedy for every last drop.
 He let go of my legs and stretched out on top of me, pinning my body beneath his. I wrapped my legs around his waist and arched my back, feeling the weighted draw of his still rigid cock sliding in and out of me. Wedging his hand between us, he pinched my clit, and that was all I needed.
Finally, after what felt like hours of circling the summit, I fell over, spiraling and twirling down from the high peak into a euphoric deluge of incredible sensations, ricocheting from my head to my toes and back again. I opened my eyes when the pleasure started to dissipate to find Jake watching me, his eyes soft and kind, almost sleepy.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, brushing his lips across mine as if they were feathers. “So beautiful. And mine. All mine.”

I closed my eyes again and let his love wash over me. “All yours.” 





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Hard, Fast and Madly: Part 2

Blurb

What’s life without a little chaos?

Who would’ve thought a chance meeting on an airplane could’ve turned into a whirlwind romance like none other? Certainly not Freya Lapierre, who’d thought she’d never experience love again, not after the secrets and devastation her late husband left her with. She figured she was destined for a life of heartache and loneliness. But Jake changed all that. He showed Freya a new way to live with passion, self-love and honesty. He brought her into his family fold and introduced her to people who will always have her back. Only, Freya’s fears, insecurities and the enemies her ex-husband left behind threaten this new family and force Freya to a take a risk, endangering those she loves most in the process.

Jake Leeman’s been knocked off his feet by the stunning Freya. She intrigues him, challenges him, and most of all loves him implicitly. He’s finally earned her trust, and he’s determined to keep it. But life has other plans for Jake, and that trust is tested. When Jake’s world is turned upside down and his entire identity is put into question, he begins to re-evaluate everything he’s ever known. Can Freya help Jake navigate the turmoil and his new life? Can she help him find himself again? Or will the drama and danger that surrounds them both be too much for their relationship to handle … and survive?








Playfully Dirty Excerpt


He studied me out of the corner of his eye. “You’re nervous about meeting my family, aren’t you?”
My chest rose and fell with a weighty sigh. He already knew me too well. “Yeah, maybe a little. I just wish I wasn’t meeting them all at once. Couldn’t you ease me in? One person at a time?”
He grinned. I’d come to find out that a smile on Jake’s face was about as intrinsic as his nose or his chin. It was always there. He was always happy. How was that possible? “That’s why we’re going over today and not tomorrow, so you can just meet Justin and Kendra and the kids. My parents and sister don’t get in until tomorrow night.”
The anvil on my chest suddenly felt a hundred pounds lighter. “Really?”
He nodded. His hand fell to my bare thigh, and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. Meanwhile, the beast inside of me wanted to tell him to move that hand farther up my leg. “Justin and I kind of figured it might be a little overwhelming to meet them all at once.”
“Thank you.” I licked my lips as my eyes fell to his hand.
“Damn, girl, do I have to pull over and fuck you on the side of the highway?” he asked, watching my physiological response to his touch. “Or can you take care of yourself?”
“What!”
“Yeah.” His face contorted into a look of masculine satisfaction as he nodded. “That’d be hot. Touch yourself, baby.”
“NO!” With much reluctance, I pushed his hand away.
“What? Why not?”
“Because I don’t do that.”
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Ever?”
I gave him an indignant look. “Of course not.”
“Why the hell not?”
“B-because. Can we please not talk about this?”
“Have you truthfully never masturbated?” he pressed on, ignoring my request, and put his hand back on my thigh, only higher up this time.
I shot him an irritated scowl, my dander slowly rising. “Of course not.” Then my curiosity betrayed my upbringing. “Have you?”
“All the damn time, woman!” He howled. “Since my first stiffy at like eleven or twelve, I’ve been spanking the monkey nonstop.”
I stared at him, startled by his candor. I debated on whether I should be repulsed, intrigued or turned on, and darn it if it wasn’t leaning toward the latter. The idea of Jake sitting with the heavy weight of his cock in his hand made me salivate.
“I think chronic masturbation is a serious problem,” I finally said, not sure what else to say.
He rolled his eyes. “It’s not chronic. It’s not like I had to leave in the middle of class or duck out on a date to go beat off in the public washroom. You know, a couple of times a week, when I felt the urge.”
As much as the image of Jake touching himself was turning me on, the desire to change the subject was greater. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore, please.”
“Why not? Seriously, Freya, you need to touch yourself. How’d you survive all those weeks when Ted was away for work. Or the months after he died?”
“I … I don’t know. I just did.” Truth be told, at night, when Ted was gone, it had been hard. We weren’t sexually charged the way that Jake and I were, but Ted and I had a marital bed, and when he was gone, I missed his touch. But the idea of taking care of myself had never really come to mind.
My father had never had the sex talk with me. He’d left that to an older female friend who was in her seventies by the time I was ready to learn about the birds and bees. And to “Aunt Ellie,” which is what I called her, sex was a duty. I was never to deny my husband, and my pleasure was not the priority. She never brought up masturbation or female enjoyment, oral sex or foreplay. She hadn’t even talked about contraception. That I had to learn in school, with a cucumber. To Aunt Ellie, sex was just another facet to a marriage and was just something the women had to lie there and endure. She even told me to compile my grocery or to-do list for the next day in my head while he “went about his business.” I’m ashamed to admit, the first few times Ted and I had sex, I’d actually done just that. It was so awkward and uncomfortable that I thought it would be like that forever, so I’d mentally pore over the grocery store flyers or plan my meals for the week.
“Well,” Jake piped up, making me jump in my seat, “we’ve got to change that. I’d love to watch you play with yourself.”
My bottom lip dropped open, and I gaped at him across the car.
He wanted to watch me touch myself …
A roguish smile took over his face as he raised one dark brown slanted eyebrow. “Interested?”
How could I lie to this man and tell him that I wasn’t, when deep down I was? From the moment we’d met, he’d seen right through me, to the marrow of my bones. I bit my lip. “Maybe. Though not this weekend. Someone could hear us.”
He gave me an impatient look. “It’s called locking a door and stifling your cries of euphoria with a pillow.” He shook his head and clucked his tongue. “Tsk tsk, Freya. So much to learn when it comes to being dirty.”
I let out my own impatient sigh. “Whatever, Jake. New topic please.”

He nodded. “We’ll put a pin in it and come back to it later.” His eyebrows bobbed. “Like tonight.”






Saturday, February 2, 2019

#NewRelease: THE SELKIE PRINCE'S FORBIDDEN MATE by JJ Masters #LGBTQ #mpreg #romance

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The Selkie Prince’s Forbidden Mate

(The Royal Alphas, Book 4)

Author: J.J. Masters

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Megan Parker of EmCat Designs

Genre/s: Contemporary Romance (PNR/Gay/mpreg)

Length: 60,400 words / 236 pages

Is it a standalone book? Standalone but in a series



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Blurb

Secrets, lies and a forbidden bond that could change the fate of a kingdom.

Marlin, Selkie prince and fourth alpha-born son of the King of the North, desires someone he shouldn’t. While taking a human lover is not quite forbidden, the one who caught his eye happens to be his brother’s scorned former lover. Nevertheless, every time Marlin’s around the man, he finds Nic hard to resist, even though his attitude can be frustrating. However, Marlin likes a challenge, and Nic’s a challenge he’s willing to tackle.

Nic has been bitter ever since the firstborn prince, Kai, broke off their affair abruptly years ago. To become involved with Kai’s younger brother could be just as heartbreaking because Marlin, like Kai, is obligated to find his fated mate and produce heirs. Something Nic can’t do. However, neither can fight their mutual attraction.

When a traitor escapes, Marlin’s skin is stolen, and danger ensues, it’s Nic who becomes the prince’s hero. And it’s at that very moment that Marlin can’t deny their fate, whether it’s forbidden or not.

Note: A 60k-plus word m/m shifter mpreg story, this is the fourth book in the Royal Alpha series. Due to the “knotty” times in this book, it is recommended for mature readers only. While it can be read as a standalone, it’s recommended to read the series in order. And, like with all of my books, it has an HEA.



Excerpt

Marlin, Selkie prince and fourth alpha-born son of King Solomon, and, not to mention, complete utter fool, stood staring up at the little cabin in the woods.

He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled the aroma of the forest surrounding him. That didn’t slow the runaway train that was his heartbeat.

Nor did it help his cock that flexed in his pants at the anticipation of doing something so wrong, but also so... desired.

It wasn’t necessarily wrong for a Selkie to find pleasure with a human... as long as that human was willing. But what made this feel iniquitous was that the man who lived in that little cabin in the woods was the former lover of his oldest brother, Kai.

His heartbeat went from racing to thumping loudly in his ears as the front screen door opened and the subject of his recent inappropriate dreams stood staring back at him while leaning against the door frame.

Dominic. Nic for short.

He was long and lean, his body built like a normal human. His shoulders were broad, his hips narrow. Even from where Marlin stood, he could see Nic’s dark hair appeared to be a ruffled mess, which made him even more attractive.

Maybe Marlin had disturbed the man’s afternoon nap.

“You just going to stand there? Like a stalker?”

His voice was deep, smooth, and all that delicious goodness swirled around Marlin, pulling him forward like he was a marlin being reeled in on a fisherman’s line. He wanted to fight it, but he couldn’t.

He couldn’t because he was exhausted from doing just that... resisting his desires. There was something about Nic...

Maybe it was his expressive brown eyes, and his attitude. Strong-willed, sometimes crass, but definitely sensual at other times.

Like that little bit of time Marlin spent with him the last time he was here. When his brother Zale was searching for his omega, when Nic had hid Finn in his home. While Zale was sneaking around inside the cabin searching for his mate, Marlin had kept the human occupied.

And it was then that he knew he was doomed. Knew he’d eventually show back up on the man’s doorstep no matter how many times he told himself it was wrong.

Plenty of other humans or betas were willing to take care of Marlin’s needs. But he didn’t want any of them.

He wanted Nic.

Even if it was just once. Just a simple taste. Maybe them spending a night together would exorcise the man from his system.

For the last few weeks, he couldn’t sleep through the night. No, he’d wake up in a sweat after dreaming about taking Nic, pleasuring him, making him come, then giving the human his knot.

Which never should happen.

Human males weren’t physically built to take Selkie knots. Not like an omega.

So, giving Nic his knot would only ever remain a fantasy. One that—when Marlin would wake up with a raging erection—would fuel his own release so he could go back to sleep.

But now it was happening every night. And, even worse, during the daylight hours thoughts of Nic would drift through his mind.

These thoughts of the male, the one standing on his porch and watching him intently, were interrupting his life and Marlin needed to get them to stop. Out of his brothers, he was the next prince in line to find his omega. His fated mate. Though he was in no rush, he knew the Presentation Ceremonies might begin at any time. Or at least as soon as the Selkie Seekers could find six appropriate omegas to present to him. So, he needed to concentrate on doing his duty and finding the right mate to produce pups, he should not give in to his base desires.

While Nic could never be Marlin’s mate, nor become pregnant with his heirs, he could be simply a temporary detour.

And the man did seem to show some interest the last time they were face to face.

“Marlin,” Nic called from the porch. “Why are you here? Is something wrong? Did you royals lose another omega?”


About the Author 

J.J. Masters is the alter-ego of a USA Today bestselling author who writes hot, gay romance filled with heart, humor and heat. J.J. became fascinated with mpreg romance as soon as she figured out what mpreg stood for. She loves to write about "knotty" men!

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Friday, January 25, 2019

The way you were moaning … kind of thought you might have been having a bit of feminine hysteria. #NSFW #Xcerpt #Hardfastandmadly






Hard, Fast and Madly: Part 1
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Blurb

Secrets, they always come back to bite...everybody

Freya Lapierre thought she’d lost everything the day her husband died. Then she discovered the mess he left behind. Now she knows he wasn’t the man he pretended to be throughout their marriage, and his friends—her new enemies—are coming for her. Pair that with an ailing father and a move to a brand new city, Freya’s got no time—or patience—for love. So when Jake Leeman shows up, smart, sexy, fun and persistent, she shouldn’t take the bait.

But oh, does she want to. Because Jake’s making her feel things she never thought possible again. And she still craves the happily-ever-after she thought she lost forever.

Jake Leeman wants a change. He’s finished college and ready to move to a new city to start fresh. Confident, determined, even ruthless, Jake’s not afraid to take on anything—except flying—so of course he meets the woman of his dreams on a plane. Freya’s cool beauty intrigues him, as does the sense that she’s hiding a dangerous secret. She doesn’t think he can help her—but he can.



Excerpt

By the time we got home, I was exhausted, which hardly made any sense given how little I’d actually done. But I was, and after a delicious barbecue dinner downstairs with Emma, James and the twins, we retired to bed early. The sun had sucked the life right out of us until we were nothing but limp noodles half a shade darker than when we’d started.
“You got a bit of a burn on your shoulders,” Jake murmured as we lay on the bed, not touching because of how hot it was. “Do you want me to put some aloe on it?”
Not bothering to open my eyes, I grunted a yes and then I felt him leave the bed, only to return a few seconds later and straddle my upturned butt. “Get off me. It’s too hot to be skin-to-skin,” I moaned, already feeling the sweat getting trapped between us.
“Quit moaning, you big baby. Let the doctor work.” His hands were sorcery, even with just the aloe. He massaged and rubbed, thumbs kneading into knots I didn’t even know my shoulders had until I was a puddle of human butter, supple and pliant. I must have dozed off or something, because Jake’s voice startled me. “Are you close?”
“Close to what?” I murmured.
“Coming.”
My eyes popped open, and I craned my neck around to give him an eyeball. “No, why would I be close to coming?”
“The way you were moaning … kind of thought you might have been having a bit of feminine hysteria.” His smile was all playful, and his hands grew more and more brazen as they curved around from my back, cradling my ribcage and cupping my breasts.
“Feminine hysteria?” He helped me roll over until I was on my back and he was straddling my front.
He nodded. “And now, I see that you burned your chest a bit as well.” He clucked his tongue while shaking his head. “Silly, silly. Best to take your swimsuit off and let me apply more aloe.”
Rolling my eyes, I obliged. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Shh, crazy lady. Let the doctor do what he needs to do.”
He continued with his tireless ministrations until an all-too-noticeable bulge appeared in his shorts. His hands, which had started on the burn on my chest, had somehow made their way down my stomach and were probing beneath my bottoms. “Again, you fiend?” I moaned. “I don’t know if I can.”

He pulled them down my legs until I was naked on the bed. The fan in the corner hit my aloe-cooled skin, causing a sudden chill to sweep over me. “One more time, and then I’ll let you sleep. You don’t even have to do anything, you can just lie there and enjoy.” Then he ducked his head between my legs and all was right with the world … at least for that moment.




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About the Author
A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn't end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it's not quite wine o'clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.


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