Jayne Kingston's Key Party!

Key Party

Series: Mischievous Matchmaker Book 1
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Flame rating: Sorching
Released: 6/5/2013
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Tour long Giveaway: $25 from Amazon or B&N and one pdf copy of a title from Jayne's backlist
Dates: 6/5 thru 6/23/2013

Bio:

When Jayne Kingston was growing up she spent many hours daydreaming about a time when she could flee the too-small town in Ohio where she grew up and run laughing for the sunny West Coast. Of course she stuck around and raised her family in that small town instead, and doesn’t regret it for a moment. Now she spends her days dreaming about the delicious fun two people can have while falling in love.

Find Jayne Here:
Website: http://www.jaynekingston.com
Email: jayne@jaynekingston.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jaynekingston.writer
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/jayne_kingston
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5806691.Jayne_Kingston

Blurb: 

After five years of living abroad, Rachel has returned to Chicago. As a welcome-home present, one of her best friends throws a ‘70s-style key party. A night of mingling and anonymous sex with one of Petra’s hunky friends seems perfect.

Petra knows about the crush Rachel had on Ben in college, and she rigs the game so Rachel ends up with the very fine young doctor. But Petra doesn’t know the whole story. Rachel never told her friend about the scorching-hot make-out session that is now Rachel’s go-to sexual fantasy.

And neither of them could know Ben is more than looking forward to showing Rachel every carnal moment she missed when she left without finishing what they’d started that night.

Buy Links:
Ellora’s Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/key-party.html
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Key-Party-Mischievous-Matchmaker-ebook/dp/B00D93NN40

Excerpt

The door closed with a click behind them and suddenly she was in his arms, her hands pressed over the fine silk of his vest and her body touching his from chest to knee. He held her tight to him, one arm around her waist and the other buried in her hair, angling her head so he could take her mouth in a long, deep kiss.

Her knees buckled when his tongue dove into her mouth. Pure, electric charges crackled and snapped through every one of her nerve endings as he groaned deeply and pulled her even closer. Her hands slid slowly over his chest and shoulders until they were buried in his thick black hair.

“Christ, Rachel,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers. “Seeing you naked the other night took my breath away, but you in a suit is… pornographic.”

She shivered despite the temperature rising in her body. “Ben.”

“I know.” He lifted his head. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated wide. “It’s completely inappropriate to drag you off and molest you when I should be sitting in on the next interview, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“Yes, inappropriate is a good word,” she agreed, finding it thrilling when he pulled back slightly to look her over top to toe again anyway.

She loved the way he made her feel delicate when he held her in his arms.

And she loved the way he was looking at her at that moment.

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I'm so freakin' excited, if I were a dog I'd have three tails and they'd all be wagging at 1,000 mph.

Today I have the pleasure, the honor, the... dammit, can't even find the perfect superlative...the privilege to debut a sexy excerpt of the amazeballs Cynthia Sax's soon to be released He Watches Me, book one of the Seen Trilogy! It's already up for pre-order, and will be released in three weeks, on July 2nd. I can't wait!!! *bounces*

Book two, He Touches Me, and book three, He Claims Me are also available for pre-order, so get them now!

Enjoy the excerpt, but be warned...it's HOT!

Blurb

She desires to be seen. He wants to watch.

Anna Sampson has a naughty secret. Every night, she slips into her neighbor’s yard and swims naked in his pool. She fantasizes that the dynamic young billionaire watches her nightly nude aquatics, his brilliant green eyes gleaming with lust.

She discovers this isn’t pure fantasy. Gabriel Blaine has been watching her via his security cameras, and now that he has returned to L.A., he doesn’t plan to stop. That’s all he wants—to watch. Anna knows she shouldn’t allow him and she certainly shouldn’t want more, but she craves Blaine’s attention, needing his gaze fixed on her body.

Excerpt

I pick up the towel and I pad to the edge of the pool, my flip-flops bending the grass as I walk. I pause and look around me, having the peculiar feeling someone is watching me.

I see nothing. Blaine’s mansion is outlined against the indigo sky. The moon hangs full and low, its light reflecting off the glass in the windows. The water ripples, tempting me.

I spread the towel on a nearby lounge chair, my body warming with excitement, this small act of rebellion keeping me sane during days of monotony. I kick off my flip-flops and I wiggle my toes, the stone cool and hard against my soles.

I pull my camisole over my head, the action freeing my hair from the ponytail. Yet another elastic band is lost in the grass. I drop the worn garment on the stone, planning to retrieve it later. My nipples tighten, the breeze caressing my bare skin, its touch lighter than my fingers, the only touch my breasts have known.

I’m a virgin priestess honoring the night. I arch my spine and cup my small breasts, offering them to the stars. They twinkle their approval above me. Maybe on a distant planet an alien is gazing down on the Earth, watching me, wanting me, small breasts being desirable in his culture. This fantasy excites me. I swipe my thumbs over my taut flesh and tremble at the sensations flowing over my body.

My pussy moistens. I shimmy out of my bleached white boy shorts and leave them in a puddle around my bare feet, enjoying the decadence of being naked in Gabriel Blaine’s backyard, a creature of nature, wild and free.

I face the pool and my pale body reflects in the surface, my form slim and supple. My breasts are small, slight ivory curves tipped with tight pink nipples, and my private hair is full, untrimmed and untamed. Both are frowned upon in L.A., the land of waxing and silicone, and I normally conceal my unpopular silhouette under layers of clothing.

Not that anyone looks at me, which is a good thing … I suppose. I’ve been ignored and I’ve been ridiculed. Long ago I decided being invisible was preferable. Michael Cooke, the charity’s resident hottie, might walk past me as though I was a piece of office furniture, but at least I never see disgust in his sea-blue eyes.

Now, I’m free to be hairy, flat-chested Anna Sampson. No one is here except me and the stars and—I glance upward—perhaps a horny alien. I extend my arms, bend my knees and dive into the water. I shoot across the pool, undulating, cool liquid streaming over my shoulders, breast, thighs, ass.

I curve upward and break the surface. I gasp and then laugh, unable to contain the joy bubbling within me. The stresses of a job I want yet can’t do, student loans I don’t know how I’ll ever pay back, and a life lived alone rolls off my shoulders.

I tread water with my feet and the waves lap at my breasts, slapping against my nipples, escalating my reckless need. I’ve never had sex, but that’s due to being distrustful of other people, not because of lack of passion. I burn. I need. Constantly. I run my right hand over my chest, across my flat stomach and between my legs, seeking relief.

I stroke my folds, brushing my fingertips over my clit, bobbing to the rhythm of my hand, adding my juices to the moisture surrounding me. I picture Michael with his shaggy blond hair, broad shoulders, and tight khaki-clad ass, imagining his blue-eyed gaze fixed on me and only me. I envision a giant purple alien watching me masturbate, his humanoid body naked, his cock overly large and extremely hard. And for some unknown reason, I conjure up piercing green eyes in a too-rawboned-to-be-handsome tanned face, a wayward lock of black hair falling forward.

“Gabriel Blaine.” I try out the technology billionaire’s name, my voice husky and low. “Blaine,” I repeat, liking the sound. I’m in his backyard, in his pool. It is only right I honor him with my impending orgasm. I work my pussy harder and harder, passion coiling around my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs, making it difficult to breathe.

Will he suck my breasts with that sternly-set mouth of his? I pinch my nipples, the pain sharpening my pleasure. Take me doggy-style in his big limousine, pounding into me hard and fast? I pull at my untamed private curls. Because he can’t wait to find a bed? I ruthlessly ravish my pussy, rubbing and writhing. Rivulets of liquid streak down my cheeks and into my panting mouth, my wet hair plastered to my face.

In my fantasies I’m not ignored. I’m a femme fatale, a woman no man can resist, a woman guys fight for, come to blows over. I reach deeper inside me, stretching me open with one, two, three fingers, savoring the fullness.

As I pump my pussy, the sensation of being watched intensifies. Instead of dousing the flames of desire, this fuels the heat between my thighs.

I tremble and shake. “Yes, Blaine,” I cry out, the waves surround me growing rough, my body tossed on a sea of sweet turbulence. “Yes.”

I thrust hard, slam the heel of my hand against my clit, throw back my head and scream. The darkness bursts with color and light. The stars spin around my head. My pussy clenches down on emptiness. I kick my legs, pushing my body out of the water. Droplets dapple and glisten on my skin.

My breathing steadies, the water flattens once more, and I still, my form loose and relaxed, my passion temporarily sated. I float lazily on my back and gaze up at the full moon, wishing I could take care of the other problems in my life as easily as I soothe my desires. “That was wonderful.” The words echo in the silence.

“I agree,” a deep voice drawls.

Hot, Sweet and Delicious!

Welcome Renee Luke who's here to share a sinfully delicious recipe, definitely wonderfully sinful suggestions of what to do with the dessert and an equally sinful excerpt from her new book, Sweet Spot! WARNING: You'll be drooling... believe me!

(Original recipe from Women’s Day)

It's pie, it's ice cream, it's fruit and it's chocolate.

This could be the best all-around dessert ever!

Who wouldn't like it?

Ingredients:

Crust
12 to 15 whole chocolate graham crackers
5 tablespoons butter, softened
1⁄4 cup sugar

Filling
1 container (14 to 16 oz) vanilla ice cream
1 pint raspberry sorbet
1 container (14 to 16 oz) chocolate ice cream
1 pint red raspberries
1 tub (8 oz) frozen whipped topping, thawed

Garnish (Optional)
chocolate curls or chocolate sauce

Directions:
Evenly coat a 9-in. pie plate with nonstick spray.
Crust: Pulse crackers in food processor until fine crumbs form.
Add butter and sugar; pulse until crumbs are moistened.
Press firmly over bottom and up sides of pie plate.
Freeze 30 minutes.
Place vanilla ice cream in the refrigerator for 30 minutes to slightly soften.
Pack into crust with an ice cream spade or large spoon; spread evenly.
Freeze 15 minutes or until firm.
Slightly soften sorbet as above; spread on vanilla ice cream.
Freeze until firm.
Slightly softening chocolate ice cream.
Spread evenly on sorbet. Freeze at least 3 hours, or wrap airtight and freeze up to 1 week.
Top pie with 1⁄2 pt raspberries.
Drop spoonfuls of whipped topping on berries; spread evenly.
Top with remaining berries; garnish with chocolate curls or sauce. NOTE: To make chocolate curls, firmly pull a swivel-blade vegetable peeler across a bar or block of room temperature chocolate. 


Doesn’t this recipe for ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate, and berry pie look delicious? When I look at each of the ingredients for the filling, I see something tempting and yummy, but something sexy, erotic, and sensual all in one.

To turn this recipe up a notch, bring your honey into the kitchen with you, or bring the dessert into the bedroom with your honey… imagine all of the ways you could share this dessert… I see all sorts of erotic ways to turn this dessert into an afternoon of lovemaking…and who cares about the mess.

First, the chocolate and vanilla ice creams…I can imagine taking a spoonful and spreading it across my man’s skin… maybe low on his abdomen so that his body heat would make the ice cream slowly melt onto his skin, sliding lower and following those sexy chiseled lines that lead down to his…well, to my joystick!

Yes, the cream would be cold. For a minute. But I’d reward his attempt at remaining still by following the trail of ice cream with heat of my tongue… he’d taste like chocolate, vanilla, sugar… and arousal… yum…

Let’s move onto the whipped cream… not quite as sweet or cold as the ice cream, so it can go directly on this joystick flesh, all hard and ready for my tongue to lick him there, too. Take your fingers and dip into the bowl of whipped cream, then wrap around him and slide down to his base…you can’t leave your man a white sticky mess, now can you? No, now put your lips around him and suck all that cream off.

The raspberry sorbet and the fresh plump raspberries, I’d use together… I’d move to his mouth, take a fresh berry and squeeze the flesh so red, sweet juice drops onto his lips…and then I’d clean the fruity nectar with a kiss… and the raspberry sorbet? I’d use my fingers to make a trail of cold frozen fruit down his next, then again, I’d clean it with my tongue…nipping and teasing just to make sure I didn’t leave any bits of fruit behind…

Dessert can be so much more than an after dinner treat, as you can see, it can be the main dish…

There are so many ways to enjoy desserts with your honey, and that’s exactly what Ellie and Derek did in this snippet of Sweet Spot. 

Excerpt:

“Ellie?”

“Hmm?” She turned toward him, her lips wet and stained with strawberry juice. She’d been sampling the fruit again, and god help him, he was about to.

He bit back a groan. “I didn’t invite you over for this.” He angled his head toward the counter behind her, littered with sweets and treats.

Her eyes widened. Went glossy, but she didn’t look away. Her lips trembled slightly, before she tucked the bottom one between her teeth. She sighed, releasing the plump tempting flesh. “I know.”

Two words, two simple words, yet they were filled with understanding. Acceptance. She knew why she was at his place, for exactly the same reason he wanted her there.

Sex.

“I told you, I meant to have you again.” And again. And again. And again. As often as he could. As long as she would give it up.

“I know,” she repeated, backing up until she was greeted by the counter’s edge.

“And you came, knowing I want you.” His heart thumped heavily in his chest, the tempo echoing in the pounding of his dick.

She nodded. Wet her lips again. Her nipples grew tighter beneath her shirt. She let out a sigh, a berry stained breath that washed like springtime across the narrow space separating them. “I came because I want you, too.”

Damn, that’s all he could take. He moved forward, closing the distance between them, drawn to her like a bear to honey, the allure a temptation he was unable to resist. He bent, touching his lips to hers, the kiss light, a mere mingling of breaths.

His hands moved to her waist, lower, he settled his palms on her hips, then lifted her onto the cool slab of black marble behind her.

She trembled, her mouth opening as she gasped in surprise. He took it as an invitation. Deepening the kiss, he touched his tongue to her lips, tasting the tart-sweetness of the strawberries and the honey of her mouth.

Now, go make this ice cream, whipped cream, berry dessert and enjoy your honey while you’re at it!

To read more from Renee Luke, check out her book list on her site at www.reneeluke.net

Or buy Sweet Spot here:

http://www.amazon.com/Sweet-Spot-Deliciously-Sexy-ebook/dp/B00C0MOQP6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1365617093&sr=1-1

Welcome Cara Carnes!

Today I'm so happy to welcome my good buddy Cara Carnes, stopping off during her book tour to give us a peek at her latest release Weekend Menage, available now from Ellora's Cave. She's also hosting a giveaway in conjunction with her tour, so make sure to enter for a $50 gift card for Amazon, Barnes & Noble or All Romance E-books.

Blurb:

One night of controlled passion is all she allows.

Rebecca Ann Majors fled the temptation of a ménage once, but now the two sexy men starring in her wildest fantasy are back and demanding her complete surrender for the weekend. Emboldened by lust, she succumbs to her desire and learns ecstasy has a price.

They demand everything she has and more.

Joe Davenport and Dillan Morrisey were used to handling any situation—including the sexy siren who’d sashayed out of their lives two years ago. This time she’ll quench their lust even if it means they have to share her.

When Sunday morning dawns the three must decide if one weekend was enough to sate the passion they shared. 

HOT, HOT, HOT Excerpt:

Tingles burst across her skin on their way to her pussy. She writhed against the sheet and nuzzled her pillow with fervor. Warmth spread through her body like a molten stream of awareness as her mind slowly returned to live mode and took in its surroundings.

The pillow was a chest—a very broad chest rippling with ridges and contours she could spend an eternity licking. She moaned as the previous night rewound in her mind and angled need between her legs where the sensuous torment of tingles continued.

She thrust her mound toward the wondrous delight. A groan punctured the silence, but she couldn’t tell whether it was hers or his.

Two men.

The recollection sent a shock wave bursting within her limbs.

“It’s about time you woke up.” Joe trailed a finger across her cheek. “We started without you.”

So she noticed. Her king-sized bed had never been quite so challenged. Joe reclined across the top, his back nestled against the headboard as if he were indeed a pillow. Her nightie had disappeared. Her legs were spread-eagled across the sheets.

And Dillan knelt there, his fingers tickling and tormenting her wet pussy. He leaned down and kissed her trimmed mound. “Finally, I can feast on you.”

His tongue slid across her wet slit, then thrust into her. She gasped at the entry, her entire body humming with the need for release. Her pulse spiked, her adrenaline surged. What a hell of a way to wake up.

Joe’s mouth slid across hers, forcing her attention to divide between him and Dillan as he tongued her pussy. Nerve endings beneath her skin burst as he kissed his way from her lips, down her throat, and to the swell of her breast.

Her hands ran down his massive chest and squeezed his arms. Her thighs clenched Dillan as he sucked on her clit. The surroundings disappeared in a sensuous haze. She writhed between the two men as the release carried her away from reality.

Bio: Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13.

In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves travelling, photography and reading.

More information about Cara can be found at www.caracarnes.com or on

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