Hey all,
Hold on to your hats, because we have a special treat for you today! We're hosting a stop on the Breathless Press Blog Hop, put on by Goddess Fish Promotions.
Here's a little bit about Breathless Press
Breathless
Press is an e-book publisher specializing in Romance and Erotic(a) stories.
Our
mission statement is simple: To provide the opportunity for readers to connect
with romance authors through the purchasing of quality e-books at a low price.
Starting
in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we
have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to
enjoy.
Our
Goal?
Breathless
Press is an electronic publisher of paranormal, erotic, and mainstream romance,
releasing one to three e-books a week in a variety of downloadable formats. It
is Breathless Press' mission to provide readers with quality romance books in
electronic formats and to raise the standard in e-publishing.
And now, for the really good stuff...
First up is: The Hero Sandwich by
Karyn Gerrard and Gayl Taylor
Blurb:
Can three
lonely people keep pain, bitterness, and grief at bay or will emotional
fireworks tear down the walls surrounding their hearts?
A wild night
of meaningless sex is all best friends Connie Hollingsway and Nicci Sullivan
have in mind when they approach a beyond handsome, younger man in the Cougar
Cave bar. They soon realize they have taken on more than they bargained for.
Barrett
Michaels just found out he was cut from the Double A baseball team he played
for. To drown his sorrows and ease his pain, he goes to the Cougar Cave looking
for a one-night stand with an experienced, older woman. Imagine his surprise
when not one, but two women suggest a night of mind-blowing sensual pleasure
with no strings attached.
Can three
lonely people keep pain, bitterness, and grief at bay or will emotional
fireworks tear down the walls surrounding their hearts?
Excerpt:
As far as
Connie Hollingsway was concerned, she'd just found the meat filling for her
hero sandwich. She cast a quick glance to her best friend, Nicole Sullivan, and
amended her statement to our hero
sandwich.
Bass from
inane techno music reverberated off the wood-paneled walls of the club called
the Cougar Cave that she and Nicci were at tonight. Connie's gaze slid back to
the man sitting alone in a booth directly across from them and further down the
wall. The man, in a word, was perfect. Ascertaining his age was difficult under
the flashing strobe lights, plus he sat directly underneath a neon sign for
Budweiser, which cast a reddish glow over a stunningly rugged, handsome face.
The layered and tousled hair looked as if he had just rolled out of bed. Milk
chocolate would be the way she'd describe the color. Like all young guys, he
had a scruff of facial hair, but Connie's keen eye could make out the sexy
cleft in his perfectly shaped chin. There were six empty beer bottles in front
of him, and he'd just waved his arm to the waiter for more. A sly smile curved
about Connie's mouth. If man-meat was drunk enough, he may be open and willing
to consider her suggestion.
Leaning
toward Nicci to talk about her idea, the words died in her throat when man-meat
stood, shook off his leather jacket, and hung it on the coat rack attached to
the back of the bench seat. He was taller than she first imagined, a few inches
over six feet to be sure. A skin tight black T-shirt hugged every valley and
plane of his powerful physique. Man-meat was cut, chiseled, honed, and
sharpened into hardened precision, enough to rival those marble statues of
Greek gods. The T-shirt, tucked into a pair of incredibly tight blue jeans,
showed his torso to sculpted perfection. Fabric strained across rock hard
thighs, a muscular ass and—Connie's held breath whooshed out in a moan—showed
off his impressive package to perfection.
She had to
get a closer look.
While his
build and his aura evoked a certain maturity, there were no telltale lines
fanning out from the eyes to show he may be in his thirties, nor were there
heavily cut lines around his mouth. Damn, how young was he? Who cared? He was
getting drunk at the Cougar Cave so naturally the man would be interested in an
older woman.
Wonder how he
would feel about two women?
Woohoo! That sounds mighty hot. :-)
Next we have: To Catch a Fox: Wilder
Wood, Book 1 by Raven McAllan
Blurb:
Eleanor may
be a lady, but even she knows that there's more than one way to catch a fox…
When Eleanor
was told the foxes had returned to Wilderwood, she wondered and hoped it wasn’t
just any old foxes. She’d spoken to no one of her week of passion with
Alexander and Stanford Foxxe. The Foxxe brothers had warned her about their
other lives, but Eleanor had been skeptical until that magical night where they
had showed her their true selves. They shifted from human to animal; howled at
the moon, and mated with her. Now six years later, the foxes were back. Had
they come for her? If they had, would her changed circumstances alter all their
plans? How would they cope with what she had become?
Excerpt:
Eleanor
closed her eyes, rubbed them, blinked, and took a cautious look. If she wasn't
peeking at an illusion and that was her erstwhile lovers in front of her, how
were they giving an answer to all her thoughts? What was worse, what were they
doing, fucking without her?
"Not
everything," she said. Perhaps if it
is just in my mind, then I can answer myself in an honest fashion.
"You seem to have started without me."
She glanced
with pointed deliberation at each cock in turn.
"'Tis
easy remedied."
The illusion
on her left—she knew it to be Alexander—moved toward her. His prick was
released from its caress to stand proud and hard, and begged for attention. Its
head was engorged and shiny. The length demanded to be touched. Eleanor licked
her lips and moved towards it, before she was pushed with gentle determination
backwards until she once again was stretched out on the bed. Her chemise was
ripped from hem to neck in one sharp movement, the sides drawn apart to reveal
her perspiration-covered body. "Our hands are for you alone; our cocks and
mouths also," he continued. "Your pleasure is of the foremost
concern, ours but to follow once you are sated."
His words
soothed her like a warm embrace. Her essence coated her curls afresh, although
the phrase 'first concern', gave her pause to smile and raise one eyebrow.
Her heart
thumped. She fancied it echoed the noise of the timepiece on the mantle. She
gasped as he spread her legs wide. His calloused hands were gentle on her soft
skin.
"Later
you may touch, now 'tis our turn to do the work. Take hold of the rail."
Ooh, and that sounds nice and spicy, too!
Next up, we have: The Fifth Story by Ivy
Bateman
Blurb:
When led into
the world of her stories, Bryn finds her secret desires hidden in the darkness
and behind every door.
Every day we
encounter doors. Some of these doors are open to us and some of them are
closed, but when we pass through any door, a different truth or mystery lies
beyond the threshold.
The night
Bryn is pulled into a world of her own stories by a shadowy being, her reality
is changed forever. Souls and danger, hauntingly beautiful witches, sexy and
dangerous vampires, a soldier with a dying wish; she knows that each door leads
to a story and to outcomes she can't control, but in order to return home, Bryn
must complete a set of tasks for the enigmatic and strangely sensual Darkness.
With four
stories to enter, four items to retrieve, Bryn takes part in plot points so out
of character that she almost loses herself in the tales she's written. More
than once she questions her sanity and curses herself for creating such
perilous realities, but she always remains focused on her goal; the creation of
the fifth story.
Excerpt:
She walked
quickly around the counter and headed to where the sign indicated where the
washrooms were, but she couldn't find the women's room. Then she almost slapped
herself with ridiculousness. Who cared if she went into the men's room? She
marched over the door and pushed on it. Immediately she fell back. The door was
stuck. She pushed on it harder, but could only open it about a foot. Something,
or someone, was lying in front of the door. Bryn squeezed her head through the
narrow space and looked down at the floor. Coran was lying passed out on the
cold tile.
Bryn thought
maybe something strange had happened in her story, and Coran was already dead.
How lucky would that be? However, she realized that the story hadn't changed
that drastically when Coran groaned, revealing that he was very much alive. He
rolled over, away from the door.
With his
weight suddenly off the door, and Bryn's weight still being pushed against it,
the door went flying open. Bryn stumbled and fell into the washroom. None too
gracefully, she hit the floor with a satisfying smack, and knocked her head
against the tile floor with a hard clunk.
"Ow,"
she said, as she rolled on her back and pressed her hands against a rapidly
rising goose egg on the right side of her head. "Ah" she yelped as
the door closed on her foot.
"Are you
okay?" asked a voice with a gentle Scottish brogue.
Bryn turned
her head and opened her eyes. Coran, who looked like he'd been through a rough
time, was leaning over her. His blond hair was a mess and it fell into his gray
eyes. He had soot on his face and he smelled, not unpleasantly, of smoke. He
gave her a little smile. "My dear, are you all right?" he asked her
again.
She smiled in
return. She was touched by his concern. The ash on his face and the apparent
absence of anyone else in the castle told her she had come into the story not
long after the first time she'd entered with Darkness. Coran had every right to
ignore her and he really had no time to get involved with a stranger and yet,
he didn't seem to be in any rush at all. Instead, he helped Bryn sit up.
As soon as
his hands touched her skin, Bryn gasped and felt her heart beat quicken. Coran
looked embarrassed and quickly, on unsteady legs, he stood up and got a paper
towel. He wet it with warm water and kneeled down a couple feet away from Bryn.
He handed her the paper towel. "Your face, it's quite dirty."
"Oh,
thanks." Bryn said, trying to avoid looking at him too much. Her heart was
pounding in her chest. Why had she written Coran to have this effect on women?
"It looks like I'm not the only one that's recently been in a bit of a
scrap," he said with a chuckle. Bryn couldn't help beaming at him with
amazement. He was just as kind as she'd written him to be. However, if she was
correct, this man should be putting all chivalry aside and be searching the
castle for Melusine. He should be calling upon the ancient gods to help him in
battle with the sea witch, but instead, here he was, watching Bryn wash her
face and being concerned about her well-being.
"Is your
head very sore? Can you stand?" he asked as he gently touched the bump on
her head, but quickly pulled hand back when Bryn sucked in her breath at the
feel of his hand on her hair.
"Yes, I
mean—no, it's fine, and yes, I can stand," she stammered as she pushed
herself off the floor. She again tried to avoid eye contact with him, but it
wasn't helping. Coran was having a profound effect on her senses—something
which she should have remembered could happen, but had completely forgotten
about. In her story, Coran had a powerful effect on women and it was something
he could do nothing about. Whether it was his aura or his pheromones, no one
could tell, but women, upon meeting Coran, not only couldn't control themselves
around him but didn't want to. Their thoughts would travel immediately down a
sexual path as soon as they stood close to him and they would offer themselves
to his every whim. Even the most reserved women would find their bodies pulsing
immediately with desire for the tall blond stranger. Only those who knew how
to, could control their passions for Coran. Katie, his assistant, was usually
one of them, but sometimes, her guard would slip and she would be overcome with
sexual longing for her handsome boss.
Bryn was
finding her own guard was slipping rapidly and started thinking about very
naughty things and wishing that she had time to explore her hidden bad girl
side. Was this happening because she'd written him this way or was it because
he looked so much like Tyler?
I absolutely LOVE this concept. Sounds awesome
And last but certainly not least: Freaky Flashes –
Anthology by Lee Brazil, Hank Edwards, Havan Fellows, Raven McAllan, Dianne
Hartsock, Doris O’Connor, S.J. Thomas, Jamieson Wolf
Death Day Anniversary by Lee Brazil: A newcomer to
town follows urban legend to the cemetery- is he a willing sacrifice, or an
unfortunate dupe?
The Sum of His Parts by Hank Edwards: Scott Tallow
awakens in a hospital, stitches holding him together. As a handsome doctor
helps him heal, Scott comes to realize he’s not quite himself.
Writing is a Socially
Acceptable Form of Schizophrenia
by Havan Fellows: Almost
everyone has an interesting story to tell. I've got numerous—and they've
declared war against me.
That Special Feeling by Raven McAllan: Can you carve
your future happiness in a pumpkin?
Andrew Calls the Dead by Dianne Hartsock: Love is
powerful, but is it strong enough to raise the dead?
Make me a Sandwich by Lee Brazil: When his
roommate is away, distraction is just a horror movie away for Gregory…until the
things that go bump in the night take over.
Destiny by Doris O'Connor: Can Arabella
reach sanctuary, or will her dreams become reality?
Spin the Bottle by Raven McAllan: Aeons ago,
Attric had been banished in disgrace. Halloween gave him the chance to redeem
himself. Would he? Or was he doomed to live in a bottle forever?
The Birthday by Dianne Hartsock: Every
birthday Cyrus visits the dance clubs with a surprise for the young men. This
year, the tables are turned.
Strength's Curse by S.J. Thomas: Hunted
through the night by a terrifying creature a young girl refuses to give up, but
her strength will be her curse.
Reaping Darkness by Jamieson Wolf: As a new
Reaper of Souls, Kale knows who Death is. He just isn’t used to Death showing
up in his dreams. When he does, Kale learns that attraction, even in dreams,
can be very real indeed…
The Fog by Lee Brazil: Starting
afresh in a new home in the valley should have helped Jeff leave memories of
his lost love behind. Instead his dreams are filled with a passion that is
terrifying in the light of day.
In the Shadows by Dianne Hartsock: He waits in
the shadows; silent, hungry. Careful! He might be watching you.
WOW - what an interesting and PACKED anthology that looks like.
:-)
Well folks, that's it for today. I think I know what my favorite in the batch is... how about yours?
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