Happy Weekend! How are we all doing?
I, myself, am doing well, and busy. But then, what else is new?
Readers and Friends, we have a lot of work to do in the next month! Between Tuesday, April 27th and Wednesday, June 2nd, I have 4 books coming out! Ack!!!!!!
Tuesday, April 27th, Sweet Caroline from Samhain Publishing
Tuesday, May 11th, Stick Shift from Loose Id
Tuesday, June 1st, The Swing from Ellora’s Cave
Wednesday, July 2nd, Carnal Ecstasy from Ellora’s Cave
That’s a lot of promo, a lot of giveaways, a lot of a lot!
I’ve guest blogged over at Lisa Pietsch’s website about inspirations for my writing. The post is up all weekend, so come by and say hi!
On Tuesday, April 27th I’ll be at All I Want and More with that Smutty Hussy Cecile! She is such a naughty influence on me!
On Wednesday, April 28th Buck from Sweet Caroline will be interviewed by The Black Raven herself over at The Blackraven’s Erotic Cafe.
On Thursday, April 29th I’ll be hosting an hour at the Samhain Cafe’s Home Alone During RT event! I’ll be there from 6pm-7pm for Coffee and Chat with Lissa.
I’ll be participating in Samhain’s Spring Showers at Coffee Time Romance and will get you some more information soon!
So, there’s a lot going on and there will be some great prizes and giveaways! Now, I guess I need to get back to writing!
Oh and by the way…
He’s so yummy!!!!
Available March 2, 2010 from Samhain Publishing: http://samhainpublishing.com/coming/training-the-receptionist
It’s her naughty dream job—if they’re satisfied with her performance…
Eager to escape her miserable existence in Low-Life, Long Island, street-wise Dana Arthur jumps at an entry-level position with the consulting firm Cowell & Dirk. As her training period begins, she quickly discovers she’s required to do more than take messages and order office supplies. Her job description contains some deliciously naughty duties that give receptionist a whole new meaning.
Simon has almost given up on finding the right woman who will please his clients as well as his demanding partner and mentor, Ethan Cowell. No one measures up—until Dana. Her inner fire and fearless nature are perfect for the job. No matter what wicked punishment he devises to chastise her for her on-the-job mistakes, she accepts with a relish that leaves him wondering which one of them is really in control.
The last thing he expects to discover is that she’s a perfect sexual soul mate he can’t bear to share. But share he must—it’s part of his business agreement. Unless he makes Ethan the deal of a lifetime…
Warning: This title contains explicit sex, bondage, ménage, ingenious use of office furniture, lingerie, and the occasional sex toy. Oh, and did I mention the package delivery guy?
Simon stood at the wall-to-ceiling picture window that looked out over the depressing downtown. His jacket was off, hands in his pockets. I stopped just inside the door. When I closed it behind me, I felt a strange sense of safety. As if anything could happen inside this beige space and it would be okay.
“You can take off your jacket now,” he said without turning around.
My heart seemed to jump into my throat. Every nerve ending in my body stood at attention. I opened my mouth to say something snappy, but nothing came out. Instead, I slid one arm out of my jacket, then the other. Not sure what to do with it, I dropped it to the floor.
“Good. Now you can put your hands on your nipples.”
I didn’t move. I wasn’t sure I’d heard right. Besides, my heart was beating too fast. There was a long pause while we both stood still, me looking at his back, him looking out the window. Finally, he turned and gave me a mild stare.
“You’re not touching your nipples.”
I cleared my throat. “No.”
“I would imagine they’re in need of some contact right now. How do they feel? Aroused? Irritated?” His expression was one of concerned interest.
He had a point. “Like I want to jump out of my skin,” I admitted.
“Ah, I thought so. That’s why I suggested touching them. I certainly wouldn’t want you to jump out of that beautiful skin. Would you like to try it now?”
In the back of my mind, I wondered why we were talking about my nipples rather than proper phone procedure, or some other job-related issue. But his green eyes flicked over my body, scattering sparks of heat wherever they went, and before I knew it my hands rose to my tits. I put my fingers around my nipples. The heat of them surprised me. My poor nipples were burning up under there. How had he known it was exactly what I needed, to touch myself like that?
“Tighter,” came Simon’s soft, almost hypnotic voice.
I pressed tighter and felt the texture of the lace dig into my flesh. My breath caught and my face flushed. A jolt of heat zinged on a straight line from my nipples to my insides. Moisture sprang between my legs. Startled by my body’s reaction, I snatched my hands away from my nipples.
“Did I ask you to stop?” Simon sounded disappointed. Reproving. My hands jumped back to my breasts.
“No, stop,” he said.
I stopped, hands hovering a few inches away from my breasts.
“I want to see what you look like now. Unbutton your blouse.”
What the F? Was my brand-new boss really telling me to undo my blouse? And was I really on fire to do whatever he said? It kills me to admit it, but I couldn’t disobey him. Didn’t want to. He was leading me somewhere with that sexy voice. Somewhere I’d never been. Somewhere I wanted to go. I unbuttoned my blouse and drew it off my shoulders. I dropped it onto the floor, on top of my jacket. The stuffy office air felt cool against my skin.
“Beautiful,” said Simon, a note of approval in his voice. “Exactly how I’d pictured it on you. But your hair’s all wrong. It should be piled on your head. Do it.”
That last phrase came out stronger, more like an order. Without thinking, I filled my hands with my hair and pulled it to the top of my head. It felt thick and silky against my hands. I’d never been quite so aware of the feel of my hair before.
Simon walked across the office with deliberate slowness. When he got to my side, he walked around me.
From behind, I felt his finger touch lightly on the back of my neck.
“Fascinating tattoo.” He seemed to realize it was still tender back there, because he didn’t linger on the tattoo.
Instead he traced his finger along the side of my neck, down the rounded front of my shoulder, into the crevice between my breasts, creating a trail of fire wherever he touched. Then he delved under the lace of the teddy. Unbearable excitement filled me as he lifted my nipple away from the fabric.
“Mm,” he said noncommittally as he examined my nipple. He reached around my back and brought the other one out of its nest. His body, strong and smelling of some kind of jet-set aftershave, pressed against me. In the office window, I saw our reflection. His intent face bent over my shoulder, his hands at my front, tugging at my nipples. Me in a provocative teddy and tight hobble skirt. The sight added to my excitement and I leaned back against him. “You’ve had an interesting morning, haven’t you?” He murmured in my ear. “Look how these juicy little morsels swelled up. I bet that lace teased you hard, didn’t it? Rubbed up against you like a rough little kitten tongue. I thought about you all morning, thought about these breasts stirring under your blouse. Thought about how wet it must be making you. Thought about how your nipples would feel against my hands, all hard and excited and…”
A spasm shook my body. It shocked me. What was happening to me? It was as if he had suddenly acquired ownership of the body that had previously been mine. I was dancing to his tune, singing at his command.
He pulled my nipples again, hard, and again my body arched back against him. I felt his erection press against my ass. The thought that I’d given him that hard-on made me even more excited. I wanted him to ravage me with it. Grind it deep. I squirmed and panted, but he wouldn’t let me get closer to his cock.
Object of His Desire
Genre: M/M Regency-set historical erotic romance
Author: Ava March www.AvaMarch.com
Available March 10, 2009 from Samhain Publishing http://samhainpublishing.com/romance/object-of-his-desire
He thinks he’s just a wallflower. Little does he know he’s the guest of honor…
It’s the last night of a week-long house party in remote northern England. Every sensual delight imaginable is right at Henry Shaw’s fingertips. Yet all he wants is to be with his host, the deliciously handsome and enigmatic Arsen Grey, Marquis of Somerville. Henry’s certain it’s love, not mere infatuation. He’s also sure it’s hopeless. After all, the party’s purpose is to find Arsen a new mistress.
Arsen longs to leave the glittering, jaded world of the ton behind and find someone who will value him for himself, not his wealth and his title. He suspects that someone could be the strapping country gentleman he’s caught staring at him. Henry is loyal and dependable, nothing like his other acquaintances. Arsen sets a plan into motion, one designed to get Henry into his bed. One that includes a test of devotion.
Arsen never expected that in winning Henry, he risks losing his heart.
Warning: This title contains a m/m romance between an obscenely wealthy marquis and a strong, silent country gentleman.
Henry took a deep breath and the unique scent of Arsen’s skin, the lingering traces of his cologne and the unmistakable hint of male arousal went straight to Henry’s groin. Lust flared, igniting his senses. His cock swelled, the arched length brushing the firm globes of Arsen’s backside.
Hand splayed, he blindly followed the thin line of hair from Arsen’s navel down to his cock. Henry’s fingers encountered silken skin stretched taut over the rigid length. Nipping Arsen’s ear, he drew his other hand up his chest, past the strong cords of his neck, over the bristly jaw and slipped his finger between Arsen’s parted lips. Wet heat surrounded the tip of his finger. Arsen suckled, pulling half the length inside. Henry’s ballocks tightened in envy, recalling the lavish sensation of Arsen’s mouth on that part of his body.
Henry stroked Arsen’s cock as he pressed his arousal into the cleft of his lover’s backside. The need to be inside of Arsen, to make love to him, gripped hold. To make Arsen his in every way. Trepidation threatened to infiltrate his desire, yet he pushed it aside, focused on the hope, the possibility. “Want to fuck you,” he breathed against Arsen’s neck.
Arsen stilled. Suffocating disappointment began its harsh descent. Henry had feared it had been too much to ask, but he couldn’t have held back the request if he tried. Now he knew—
Arsen captured the tip of Henry’s finger between his teeth. “Yes,” he moaned, pushing back against him.
Thank you, God! It was all Henry could do to keep from shouting the words. He was infinitely glad Arsen couldn’t see his face, for he was grinning like a damn fool. Too eager to wait another moment, he pulled his finger from Arsen’s mouth and worked the wet tip into Arsen’s hole. “Damn, you’re tight. When was the last time you were fucked?”
Grunting, Arsen arched his lower back as Henry slid in deeper. “I fuck. I don’t get fucked.”
Henry stopped mid-stroke. He blinked. “Never?”
Arsen looked over his shoulder, held Henry’s shocked gaze. “Never.”
He held his breath as he processed the significance of Arsen’s response. “But you’ve had male lovers?”
Arsen nodded once. “A few. Yes.”
“And you’ve never been penetrated?”
He pulled his finger from Arsen’s virgin arse. The vulnerability in the man’s deep green eyes made Henry’s heart clench. Suddenly feeling like the elder of the two, he smoothed his other hand over Arsen’s lean hip.
“Are you certain you want to do this? We don’t have to.”
Arsen let out a snort of contempt. “Yes, I’m certain. And yes, we have to.”
He nodded, understanding Arsen was trying to prove he looked on him as an equal. “All right.” He glanced about the room. “On the bed.”
Arsen half-turned from the window and arched one eyebrow.
“I can’t take you up against the wall for your first time.” He shrugged uncomfortably and tipped his head toward the bed. “Please.”
“How do you want me?”
The open question made Henry’s prick jump. “On the edge of the bed. On your back.”
He got another arrogant raise of a dark blond eyebrow.
“I want to be able to see your face. Just—” Henry let out an exasperated sigh. “Get on the damn bed.”
A smirk pulled the edges of Arsen’s mouth. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Henry was tempted to smack Arsen on the bum when the man stepped past him. Instead he contented himself with watching Arsen sit on the edge of the bed. Reclining onto his elbows, he leaned back, long legs casually spread. The sunlight picked up the smattering of golden hair on his broad chest and played over the hard contours of his abdomen. His posture was one of easy nonchalance, but the once fully hard cock had lost some rigidity. It no longer jutted eagerly from the thatch of dark blond hair but arched over his ballocks. A clear sign Lord Somerville was a bit nervous at the prospect of getting fucked.
Take it slow, Shaw. Clenching his fists, he took a second to rein in the lust. When he felt he could proceed without pouncing on Arsen, he picked up the bottle of oil on the bedside table. He was about to pour a generous amount onto his palm when a thought occurred to him. Glancing down, he winced. “Would you happen to have a dildo? Something not too large.”
Arsen let out a startled cough. “I thought you were going to fuck me?”
“I am, but this,” he gestured to his rampant erection, “won’t go in easily. At least not the first time and not without some serious preparation.”
Arsen’s gaze settled on Henry’s arousal. The muscles in his thighs flexed and tightened, as if he was resisting the impulse to close his legs, keep Henry out. He dragged a hand over his face. “Bedside table. Bottom drawer. Before you ask, the staff put them there. And no, I didn’t tell them to.”
Resting a hand on Arsen’s thigh, he dropped to his haunches and opened the drawer. Inside were a few black velvet bags similar to the ones he had found in his own room. Gifts for the guests, a servant had explained. Based on the annoyance in Arsen’s tone, his staff had gifted their lord without his consent. Stifling a chuckle, Henry sorted through the bags and selected a white marble phallus complete with realistic ballocks and a convenient round knob at the bottom which served as a handle. The dildo was thicker than two of his fingers yet much thinner than his cock. The width around of a less than average man.
Rising, he set the phallus on the table and stepped between Arsen’s thighs. Instead of lifting Arsen’s legs, he dropped to his knees. At the look of puzzlement on his lover’s face, he rubbed Arsen’s thighs. “You need to relax, Somerville.”
Arsen scowled. “Since you’re intent on fucking me, you might as well call me Arsen. I believe we’ve crossed the line of formality.”
“Well then, let me help you to relax, Arsen,” he said, grinning, loving the way the name flowed from his lips.
He took hold of Arsen’s semi-erect cock, lowered his head and sucked his cock. Fingers tangled in Henry’s hair, urging him to take more. The length hardened in his mouth, the tang of pre-come teased his tongue. Using the saliva dripping onto the large ballocks, he lubricated one finger. Slid it in Arsen’s arse as Henry continued to suck his prick.
When Arsen began to rock his hips in counterpoint, Henry slid in another digit and went back to work—sucking cock and finger-fucking Arsen’s arse. All the while refusing to think of how perfect Arsen would feel wrapped around his cock, for if he did, he’d come all over the floor again.
© Ava March 2009
This past weekend, All Romance eBooks had a huge sale and they never have sales. I am not one to pass up a good sale on something I love and since I love to read and had purchased any books for a while, I thought to take advantage of their 50% off sale.
Here’s a list of what I purchased:
Family Unit by Z.A. Maxfield
Reckelss Passion by Amanda Young
Wicked Sexy by R.G. Alexander
Doll by Juniper Bell
Pleasure and Purpose by Megan Hart
Bound to Please by Lilli Feisty
The Seeking Kiss by Eden Bradley
Make Mine Midnight by Anne Marie McKenna
Hawkeye Two: Bend Me Over by Sierra Cartwright
In For a Penny by Carol Lynne
Something More by Amanda Young
In that list we have Loose Id, Samhain Publishing, and Resplendence Publishing. I also visited Cobblestone Press Sunday night for the first book in the new Madison Layle/Anna Leigh Keaton series: Once Upon a Time… Midnight Hour.
Tonight I went shopping again. This time I stayed at My Bookstore and More and purchased:
Little Red and the Wolf by Alison Paige
Winter Solstice by Eden Bradley
Seeing You by Dakota Flint
I have a some male/male, bdsm, paranormal, contemporary, cowboy, and menage. I am so certain to find something I can’t put down. Some of these I’ve been wanting and waiting to read for a while, some were impulse buys, for instance my purchasing of Little Red and the Wolf was totally impulse because I saw the cover tweeted by Moira Rogers and was completely amazed.
I hadn’t bought any books in a really really really long time and just couldn’t pass up the sale at ARe and well, I figured I’d add on a few more. I’ll let you know how the reading goes!