Book Blast: Enticing Hart by Mae Hancock

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Hart Emile is tired of cruising for guys, living a soulless existence. He needs a change; so when an acquaintance gives him the number of the gay friendly Red Fox Ranch that’s hiring for staff, he heads south.





Oak Redman is eighteen years old and desperate to explore his awakening sexuality. The moment Hart lays eyes on the handsome young rancher he’s smitten. Not only is Oak hot, spirited and very persistent, he is also the ranch boss’s son and strictly off limits. Hart tries to fight his feelings and to respect his boss and the family who quickly become dear to him, but after Oak's Grandma suggests he gets with Oak he can't deny himself the most exciting and enticing man he has ever met.



Hart’s not the only man to have noticed how sweet and charming Oak Redman is. A family friend, Steve, is also anxious to have the affections of the young rancher. Can Hart work out Steve’s dark secrets before it’s too late and keep his job, his lover and his life?

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The following morning, Bay took Hart into town to pick up supplies. The boss had shown a lot of hospitality to him since he’d arrived two days before, and Hart wanted to work hard and prove Bay’d made the right decision in employing him.



Dark sunglasses hid Bay’s eyes, but the look suited him. Hart guessed Bay must be about thirty-five, and then he added a few years to account for Oak’s age. The man didn’t appear gay, but none of the other cowboys on the ranch did either—not even Oak with his pretty, elfin face. Hart had always believed he could spot gay guys, but now he wasn’t so sure.



As they approached town, Bay turned the radio down. ”Understand you and Oak are planning a fishing trip next week.”



Caught off guard, Hart searched for words. “Yeah…we arranged to go huntin’ and fishing sometime. I didn’t know Oak planned on next week, but it’s fine if we can get the time off.” He cringed. He’d only been in the job five minutes, and now Bay knew he wanted time off.



“I need to make one thing clear to you before you go anywhere with my boy.”



Hart glanced at him with caution. “Okay.” He took a deep breath.



“Now, I don’t know anything about you or your sexuality, and I don’t want to know. Those things are your business. I will say this, though. My son…is not available.”



“I understand.”



“I hope you do, Hart. There are few things can make a man angry, and one of ’em’s messing with his family. Same goes for my daughter. She's not available either.”



“Okay.”



“I’m not saying you can’t go fishin’ or nothing, and I know it’s Oak pushing me to give you time off and not the other way around, so I’m not worried about that. It’s fine if you want to be friends, but remember what I said.”



“Yes, sir. I understand.” Hart swallowed hard, feeling nauseated. He stared out of the window, having second thoughts about going because he didn’t trust himself. He’d intended to finish what Oak had started in the barn, but now? Hart didn’t want to put himself into a situation where something might go wrong—or right, as the case may be.



He’d thought about nothing but Oak since he’d first seen him on the porch, strong muscles moving with easy grace, and with each move Hart had felt the slamming in his chest. He wanted to trace each curve with his tongue and sate the urgent need to satisfy the young man. With his body as powerful and mature as his father, Oak didn’t seem like an eighteen-year old. Nevertheless, it didn’t make Hart feel any better about taking advantage.



The last thing he wanted was to see an angry Bay coming after him for messing with his son. It would be ungrateful and disrespectful to get involved with his boy. Hart had to try to think of a way to keep the two happy.



Hart loved being in Oak’s company—he was open, trusting, inquisitive, and intelligent—a real turn-on, but an obvious combination for trouble. Oak complemented Hart’s own quiet persona well. At least their friendship could continue.



He admired the actions Bay had taken to protect his kids. His own father had always been distant with him. On the other hand, at almost nineteen years old, Oak should be able to make his own mistakes. Would it be a mistake? The ranch was a workplace, and most employers discouraged relationships between employees.



“How’re you settling in?” Bay asked in a lighter tone.


About the Author:I enjoy writing both academic and fiction material. My research interests include focus on people who experience marginalization, both in historical societies and modern. Themes include disability, neurosis, homosexuality, addiction, mental illness, slavery and prostitution. The most important part of my work is creating multi-dimensional, believable characters that are able to build lasting romantic relationships against the odds. I want all my readers to laugh, cry and enjoy the erotic journey towards a happy ending.



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Super Book Blast: Cream by Zenobia Renquist

Blurb:

She’s entered a world where blood, sex, and cash rules everything around her.

What do a four hundred-year-old vampire and a mid-level necromancer have in common? Money. Jeliyah needs it to pay off the people who trained her and Teaghan enjoys killing to get it. Together they hunt rogue vampires—assuming Teaghan can focus on something other than getting her in bed and Jeliyah doesn’t put a bullet in him first.

The uneasy partnership promises to be lucrative until Teaghan and Jeliyah get on the wrong side of a feud. Jeliyah is forced to use forbidden magic and finds herself bound to a man she should hate—but whom she can’t stop fantasizing about.

Every second they stay alive fuels a growing desire Jeliyah is unwilling to deny. Is it the magic? The danger? The only way to get the answers she craves is to outrun the enemy or kill them. She knows Teaghan’s preference but it’s Jeliyah who must put their mind-blowing sex aside and make the choice that will decide both their fates.

Author Bio:

Zenobia Renquist lives in her imagination. When not traveling through her fantasy worlds, she can be found in Hawaii living with her husband and two cats. She is an Air Force brat turned Air Force wife, which means shes accustomed to travel and does it whenever possible (so long as she doesnt have to fly). Her favorite pastime is torturing her characters on their way to happily-ever-after for the enjoyment of her readers. On the few occasions her muse flees the scene of the crime, Zenobia likes to read (comics, manga, and romance), go to the movies, play a few levels of whichever puzzle game has hijacked her interest or experiment with a new chain maille weave.

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Excerpt:

Teaghan kicked the room door shut behind him and then laid her on the nearest bed. "At least this time you're not glowing. Let's not make a habit of this."

"I feel the same."

"Then again..." His gaze wandered to her breasts.

Images of Teaghan running his hands over her breasts and teasing her nipples entered her mind. She reared up and smacked him at the same time she brought her other arm up to guard her chest.

Teaghan didn't react except to grin at her. "You're flushed, necromancer. Your heart rate jumped too. My little idea get you all hot and bothered?"

She glared at him.

"No? How about this one?"

A mental picture of Teaghan yanking off her panties so her could run his tongue over her clit invaded her mind. The detail was so vivid Jeliyah felt her pussy twitch in anticipation. Damn the man and this stupid mental connection. It might be one way, but she has access to his thoughts and now he wasn't trying to hide them. "You can't do that without an invitation."

"So invite me."

"Shouldn't you be going to sleep? The sun is up."

"Sun's got nothing to do with me." He moved closer, planting his hands on either side of her legs and leaning into her. "Invite me."

Jeliyah scooted back off the bed and away from him. Once on her feet, she said, "Don't get all cocky just because I took some of your blood, vampire, I told you that was a one-time thing and not to get ideas."

"Yeah, I heard you but," he hopped the bed and crowded her against the wall, "here's the thing. You could have gotten the same results by asking me to open a vein. A simple prick to the finger for a few drops of blood would have sufficed. You kissed me necromancer."

"It was a split-second decision. Back off." She clutched the necrome at her throat and said "Shield."

Teaghan laughed as the shield expanded to include him. "Forget something important did you? Your necromes recognize me now. I'm not a threat."

Shit. She'd forgotten one of the major side effects of Recognize. Her necromes-- and any others made from her blood-- no longer worked against Teaghan. There was no way to deactivate Recognize either, just like an invitation once given.

She shoved at his chest but he kept leaning forward until his lips were close to hers.

He said, "Let's talk about that kiss."

"It was spur of the moment. It meant nothing."

"Care to test that theory?"

"You can't. I haven't invited you."

"Kissing is the one thing I don't need an invitation to do." He pushed his lips against hers as he forced her hands over her head and pressed his body closer.

Jeliyah couldn't turn from the kiss, though she tried. This wasn't fair. Vampires needed permission to enter a persons body. Why didn't that extend to kissing? And why was she giving in to his kiss?

Excerpt and Review: Coming Unbound by Lacey Savage

Blurb:

Ginny and Cole have struggled to connect intimately since before their marriage. When Cole suggests they surprise each other with the most sexually daring things they can dream up for their anniversary, Ginny reluctantly musters every ounce of courage she possesses to get nipple piercings.

Cole’s surprise?

He’s turned their suburban basement into a dungeon—and hired a sexy Dom to teach them the art of BDSM.

Desperately in love with his wife, Cole’s aware of sensitive sexual demons in Ginny’s past, and will try anything to beat them. Whips, toys, ménage play with the Dom…all these and more could help Ginny find pleasure, break through her issues.

Or, if they’re not careful, possibly just break Ginny.

Excerpt:

I groped for my cocktail glass then drained it. "Now, are you going to answer my question or not?"

She pursed her lips for a moment before replying. "Men want whores."
My stomach bottomed out. That wasn't at all the answer I'd expected. It went against everything I believed.

I motioned for her to go on with a flick of my trembling hand.

"They also want a woman who's confident in her own skin. Someone secure enough in her sexuality to tease them, taunt them, play with them."

The blood drained from my face. That wasn't me at all. I liked sex well enough, but Cole was the one who initiated our romantic encounters almost all the time.

"What they don't want," Donna continued, "is someone who just lies there and takes it." She sipped her martini and furrowed her brows. "Why are you asking me this?"

I sucked in a breath and considered lying or changing the subject. But my heart pounded hard against my breastbone, and I needed to know more. "Cole wants us to spice things up for our anniversary," I blurted. "And I have no idea what to do."

"Is that all?" Donna laughed, the humor crinkling her eyes. "Geez, girl, you scared me. You were so serious. I thought you were getting a divorce or something."

I swallowed hard but said nothing. A divorce might not be too far off. Cole had married a woman with little sexual experience and no interest in learning anything beyond the particulars of inserting Tab A into Slot B, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had a Lilian of his own. Cole worked as a technician at a medical laboratory. Had someone there already offered to hop on a photocopy machine and spread her legs for him?

The thought soured my stomach. I set my empty glass aside and gripped Donnas hands. "Help me."

Her eyes widened. She squeezed my fingers in a supportive gesture, and I was insanely grateful she wasnt laughing.

"Okay, well, you must have some idea. Think about a fantasy of yours Something you haven't gotten to act out but would like to." I must have looked completely blank, because Donna sighed. She signaled a waiter who was passing by. "We're going to need more alcohol.."

My Thoughts:

I thought this was a really good story. I enjoyed the characters and the writing. I loved Cole! The story was spicy and held my attention. I will be reading more from this author in the future. I would recommend this book to anyone that would like a little forray into the D/s world.

Author Bio and Links:

Award-winning author Lacey Savage loves to write about her dreams - or more specifically, she loves to breathe life into her steamy fantasies (and she's got plenty!). She pens erotic tales of true love and mythical destiny, peopled with strong alpha heroes and feisty heroines. A hopeless romantic, Lacey loves writing about the intimate, sensual side of relationships. She currently resides in Ottawa, Canada, with her loving husband and their mischievous cat.

You can find Lacey Savage at her Website, Twitter, Facebook page and her blog.

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