Out Now! A Variety of Chains – Erotic paranormal novel by Christine Blackthorn (@CBlackthorn @sinfulpress)

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Sinful Press is proud to announce the release of A Variety of Chains, an erotic paranormal novel by Christine Blackthorn, and the first in the Bloodhavens series.

Blurb

Kathryn McClusky is an ErGer – a rare and highly prized individual in the supernatural world.
She has spent her life running and hiding, but circumstances have changed and the only way to protect her family is to hand herself over to the Vampire Lord of London to face slavery or death.
Lucian Neben runs his London court with a stern but fair hand, but political pressures are building from both the human and fey worlds, and taking possession of an ErGer would cement his position of power.
Kathryn is vulnerable and broken almost beyond repair, but she holds in her hands the one treasure Lucian desperately wants – the possibility of home and family.
Can he teach her to open herself up; to choose to life, and him, before reality forces him to take her freedom?

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Excerpt

Quickly he attached a second cuff on her other thigh and tightened the ankle restraints, leaving her laid out on the bed, restrained and open, her legs parted and bent, entirely helpless and accessible to his touch.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are like this – splayed for my desire, unable to resist the pleasure I can give you.” It was his voice that kept the rising panic at bay. She felt the bed dip on her side and knew he had come to kneel beside her, but the first real touch was a soft kiss on her belly, a loving touch more than a seduction. Then his hands began to play over her in gentle caresses and soft massages, touching her everywhere without a pattern that would have forewarned her. One moment his hands were playing along her flank, over her hipbone, the next they circled her wrists above the restraints, reminding her of them, or massaged along her thigh. But he never touched her pussy or let even the gentlest movement play over her breasts. This absence made her skin there hungry and sensitive to him, more so than he could have done with hands or lips. She started to burn, inside out, every cell of her body reorienting itself to him, her mind consumed entirely by the expectation of his touch. Her ears followed his movements, her nose noticing his scent over that of the fire and her own arousal. When his lips engulfed her nipple in wet, hot sensation, a strange sound was torn from her, a sound somewhere between a moan and a cry. His encouragement became a caress of its own on her sensitised skin.

“Sing for me, Kathryn. Let me hear your pleasure.”

He took his time with her breasts, sucking, licking, never pushing her endurance but centring all her attention on his mouth over her nipples and his hands roving over her body. Only when she felt both her breasts swollen and heavy, her nipples taut and engorged, did he let up. Her breath was panting and as he sat up, removing his hands from her, she whimpered from abandonment, not pleasure. Every aspect of her demanded his touch, his scent, his voice – him.

His dark laughter rose to engulf her.

“Shh, now. We have only just started. I am here, always at your side. Remember that to get relief you only have to tell me something intimate, something I cannot guess or reason out for myself. A secret of your heart.” As he spoke she heard the sound of a bottle opening, and the smell of peppermint permeated the room. She felt the touch of a cool cloth over nipples, leaving behind a slight wetness, nothing else. She was distracted from the new sensation by the hand gently stroking along her thigh to her vagina, a teasing touch cumulating in a finger stroking along her labia, collecting the moisture at her entrance and spreading it along the length to circle once over her clitoris. Then she felt a second cloth stroking along each side of her engorged clitoris, not touching directly but applying something to the skin around it. And suddenly there was a burn – a warming of her skin first but then heat in ever increasing intensity.

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Author Bio

In “real” life, I am an academic with degrees in Political Science, Economics, Philosophy and Law and an insatiable desire to confound, baffle and disconcert my students. Someone once suggested to me the reason for my stories lay in the desire to offset the tedium and rationality of academic life. He wasn’t an academic or he would have known better. It is best to use research against tedium, students to offset the rationality and an unlimited supply of stressballs for the faculty meetings. The stories? Well, they are just for me – like a mental manicure.

I also write a blog on Feminism and Erotica – come talk to me:

Blog: http://christineblackthorn.eu/blog
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cnblackthorn
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CBlackthorn

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Woodland Goddess

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“I feel like a princess – no – a goddess!”

I couldn’t have had a better response from Tabitha Rayneon sending her these photos. What an utter joy she is to spend time with! Breakfast and a walk in the woods made the 5.30am alarm call 100% worthwhile!

Do hop over to Tabitha’s place to check out her Sinful Sunday and press the lips to see what other treats have been offered up this week!

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When reading becomes an Olympic sport…

I wouldn’t even win a bronze medal.

There was a time when I would read a book a day – no, seriously, I could sit and read an entire novel in a single day. I’d read it while I was getting dressed, eating my breakfast, take it down to work with me and read it during my breaks or while I was on cleaning duty, read during lunch, and then as soon as I finished? More reading. I would have won a gold medal before anyone else had even picked up a book. But now? Now, I’m lucky if I can read a chapter in one day.

As much as I hate Goodreads, I do like their reading challenge, and take part each year. When I started, I was reading between 40 and 50 books a year. This year, my target is 10. TEN! And I have read 5 so far this year – the second and third George R. R. Martin “A Song of Ice and Fire” books, 2 of Tirgearr Publishing’s City Night Series (Paris and Boise), and the final instalment of Sylvia Day’s Crossfire series. I’m currently reading Zara Stoneley’s Country Affairs. I can’t even blame the books – sometimes a book is really hard to get into and drags my reading, but these have all been easy to read. Some of them have been more difficult than others, but considering the City Night books are novellas, I should have read more by now. And I don’t think I’m going to hit my target. I have 5 months left, and the next book on my TBR list is Book Four of A Song of Ice & Fire – these books take me months to read.

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The current read.

My daughter is a mini-bookworm. She decided to take part in our local library’s summer reading challenge – read six books over six weeks. She completed it in one day. ONE. DAY. Okay, granted that her books are a lot shorter than mine. She’s currently obsessed with the Daisy Meadows books – Rainbow Fairies. It’s lower than her reading capability, but she loves them, so I’m not going to argue. In the time it’s taken me to read half of Country Affairs, she has read pretty much the entire series, plus a few Roald Dahl as well. (She will read Matilda in one night.) I envy her.

I don’t have an excuse for my lack of reading. I’d like to say it’s because I’m working hard at writing, or marketing, or housework, or being a parent during the summer holidays. But the truth is I’ve had plenty of time to read and I’ve found myself watching the Summer Olympics, or crappy TV, or playing on Facebook. But, I have a holiday to Majorca coming up, and I hope that I will get plenty of reading done them. The Kindle is fully-loaded with new titles. I suppose like a marathon, I still have time to catch up. Maybe if I leave George R. R. Martin at home, I might just make it to the finish line, and not crash and burn.

44 Things You Don’t Know About Me

A friend of mine (Debbie) recently posted this on her blog, and I thought it sounded like fun so decided to have a go at it myself. Here are my answers:

Do you like blue cheese? No, not at all. Being lactose-intolerant, I’m not a big cheese eater anyway, but I do like warm goat’s cheese!

Last concert? Oh wow… I think it was a free concert that we went to in Jersey, Channel Islands. We saw The Commitments, Dannii Minogue, and Big Brovaz.

Do you own a gun? We have Nerf guns and a BB pistol if they count?

What is your favorite flavor of ice cream? All of them. I love ice cream.

Do you get nervous before Doctor visits? Depends why I’m visiting! But generally, no.

What do you think of hot dogs? I try not to think about what they’re made of while I’m eating them.

Favorite movie? Bad Boys

13139215_550594405118860_6186783307686865254_nWhat do you prefer to drink in the morning? Tea. Always tea. I get sad when my mug is empty!

Do you do push ups? Urgh. When my kick-boxing instructor makes me.

What’s your favorite piece of Jewelry? I have four – my eternity, engagement and wedding rings, given to me by my husband obviously. And a silver Omani coffee pot necklace that my mum and dad gave to me when we lived out in Oman.

Favorite hobby? Reading or watching movies.

Do you have A.D.D.? No, but I do get distracted easily, and I’m very fidgety. I can’t sit still and talk a lot. And I have to be doing something with my hands at all times.

What’s the one thing you dislike about yourself? Probably the lack of wiring between my mouth and my brain. I’ve got myself into a lot of trouble for talking when I should just be quiet!

What is your pet’s name? Dog: Leela. Cats: Nibbler, Kif & Zapp. (Futurama theme!) Box turtle: Freda (despite it being male) and Hamster: Jessie Mk II

Name three thoughts at this moment. 1. I should really get on and do some housework. 2. I need a cup of tea. 3. I should probably do some marketing today.

Name 4 drinks you drink on regularly? Lime squash, tea (obviously), Coke and water – note the lack of alcohol! I do drink, but not as often as people tend to think.

Current worries? A distinct lack of money to do anything with. And possibly the American election. Donald Trump is a very scary prospect.

Current annoyance right now? Lack of money!!

Favorite place to be? Home

How do you bring in the New Year? I usually fall asleep before it chimes in!

Where would you like to go? Ireland, Nepal and Hawaiihawaii.jpg

Favorite TV show? Too many to list! I love a good murder-mystery, and am a big Hawaii Five-O fan.
Do you own slippers? Yes. Leopard-print ballet pumps.

What color shirt are you wearing right now? Burnt orange

Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? No – too sweaty.

Can you whistle? Yes, but only when calling the dog. Or children.

What are your favorite color? Black, turquoise and purple.

Would you be a pirate? Yes, but only if it’s Pirates of the Caribbean style.

What songs do you sing in the shower? Whatever is going around my head.

Favorite girl’s name? Rebecca

Favorite boy’s name? William

What’s in your pocket right now? Tissues

Last thing/person that made you laugh? Trainwreck – watched it last night.

Best toy as a child? Stuffed Hello Kitty toy, which I still have.

Worst pain you ever had? Gall bladder – beats childbirth hands down!

Where would you love to live? In the middle of nowhere, surrounded by fields, forests and a river.

How many TV’s do you have? 2

Who is your loudest friend? I think I’m the loudest out of all of us, but probably Dee.

How many dogs do you have? Onecountry affairs.jpg

Does someone trust you? I’m hoping my children and husband do!

What book are you reading at the moment? CountryAffairs by Zara Stoneley – it’s very good, but taken me a while to get into.

What’s your favorite candy? Haribo or Milkybar

What’s your favorite team? Don’t have one – I tend to watch horse sports rather than team sports. But I’ll watch the England rugby team.

Favorite month? June – it’s my birthday month.

 

Free Sample of The Final Straight

The Final Straight by Charlotte Howard - 500

ISBN: 9781311748546
ASIN: B00SW7GE26

Blurb:

April Miller works for her bestfriend, Max Knight on his livery and competition yard. Their friendship has withstood many turbulent times, and while April is deeply in love with Max, she is also aware of his womanising ways and has refused to succumb to his flirtatious charms. When her ex, AJ, suddenly comes back with a business proposal, April finds herself torn between the two men.

Chapter One

September 1999

April put her weight into the saddle, squeezing on the reins as the horse beneath her hopped from hoof to hoof. She swallowed the nervous lump that had built in her throat as she watched the next competitor race over the line and towards the first jump.

Reaching down, she stroked the horse’s chestnut coat, giving him a gentle pat on his neck and hushed him. He whinnied in reply, blowing out a snort of white froth. He was new to this game, but she could already tell that they’d bought a winner.

She ground her back teeth together as the next rider was called to the starting point. It wouldn’t be long before her name was announced over the loudspeakers. She was glad that the wind had picked up and that the night’s drizzle had softened the ground a little, but the heat was bordering on unbearable.

“Steady, Blaze,” she murmured as the horse reacted to the sound of hooves thundering down the track. His ears pricked, twisting and turning to the different noises. People chattering, yelling and whooping, cameras clicking, horses calling out to each other. “Steady,” she said again as he shifted and tried to spin around.

She rocked her head from side to side as sweat dripped down her neck. Her skullcap was tight over the mass of red curls that had been pinned into place. The padded body protector added to her discomfort.

“No protector, no ride,” said a voice.

April looked down to see Max beside her leg, stroking at the horse’s shoulder.

“I know, I know,” she mumbled, wriggling her shoulders against the wretched thing. She was shoved to the side as Max thrust his hand under the girth.

“Christ almighty April.” He forced her leg forward, lifted the flap of the saddle and pulled on the straps. “Are you trying to fall off?”

“I would have tightened them,” she complained, tugging at the neckline of her shirt. “It’s too hot.” She could feel the pale skin of her arms beginning to turn red.

“Think about how he feels with you sat on his back,” Max countered, dipping his hands in a bucket of water before rubbing at the horse’s muzzle. It was all right for Max, with his natural light olive complexion; he tanned easily and didn’t worry about burning.

“Charming.”

“Are you sure you even put your hat on properly?” He grabbed her arm and tugged her down to his level to look at it, then studied every bit of her with his dark eyes. It was the same dance they performed before every competition. He’d worry about her falling and injuring herself, she’d stress about refusals. But he was worse before a cross-country event. Everything had to be perfect.

“You can still pull out. If you think he’s not ready.” He bent down and checked the horse’s boots.

“He’s ready.”

“Have you been weighed?”

“Would I be sat on him if I hadn’t?” she snapped. “Yes,” she said, softening her tone. “Checks done and vet approved.”

Max had laughed when she’d first brought Blaze onto the yard. He was a far cry from any of the horses they usually took on, but one go around their cross-country course, and even Max had to agree that there was a degree of talent beneath the mangy coat.

He didn’t look anything like that nag now. Clipped and groomed, his coat glistened in the bright light, reflecting even the smallest of rays as they peeked through the hazel, chestnut and poplar trees scattered around them.

“April Miller on Willow Trees’ Blazing Glory!” The voice boomed out across the fields.

“You’re up,” Max said, patting her leg. “Good luck. I’ll get you a pint in later if you win.”

“So generous,” she said, squeezing her legs. Blaze hopped into a trot.

He fidgeted at the starting point, so much so that she could barely concentrate on anything that was being said to her. She circled him around, shortening the reins and tensing her calves against him, ready to burst into canter as soon as they were let go.

“She’s off!” Max called as she leaned forward and raced over the starting line.

Blaze thundered down the grassy path. White ropes kept spectators out of their way as they headed for the jump. It was an easy one; a simple brush that Blaze popped over as if it wasn’t there. They twisted around the first bend, leaping over the log oxer.

She was aware of flashes of colour passing as they rushed down the trail. The wind beat at her face and she heard cheers rise from the crowd as they cleared the table. She tried to not let the cockiness take over. That was when mistakes were made.

Urging the gelding on, they came towards the water jump. Blaze slowed, his pace gathered together. He lifted his head up and she pressed him forward.

“Come on boy,” she said, giving him the reins.

He leapt. Water splashed around them, drenching her arms and legs. Flecks of mud spattered over her jodhpurs as he picked his hooves up, knees overly bent as he made his way to the other side.

“Good boy,” she said, giving him a quick pat on the neck before taking the reins back. The horse jumped up the bank. He halted for a few hesitant moments at the top of the hill. The drop was steep, and if they jumped too soon he would stumble, and they’d both end in a messy pile at the bottom.

April closed her eyes and leaned back. This was the obstacle she dreaded, that most eventers dreaded. She gave him a couple more inches. He trod carefully, testing the ground before retreating.

“Come on,” she urged through gritted teeth. “Please don’t refuse…”

She felt his body buck. His front hooves left the ground and snapped back down. The ground slid away. April felt herself tumbling forward before she had a chance to correct it. Her shoulder came level with his. Her chin connected with something solid. The stirrup caught around her ankle, the rubber band refusing to give way. It was as if the world had fallen into slow motion.

She closed her eyes. Her shoulder hit the pommel of the saddle. A scream ripped through her. She could feel and hear the muscles tearing as she twisted beneath the horse’s hooves. Something cracked against her ribs. Something else hit her head.

Instinct told her to curl up. She was still in the foetal position when Max reached her.

“I’m okay,” she wheezed. Each breath was more painful than the last.

“No, you’re not,” she heard him say. Fingers fumbled around her. The straps were released and so were her lungs. She grabbed at the precious air, snatching it, sucking it in. She reached out, searching for Max. When she found him, she clung to him.

“Blaze?”

“He’s back at the stable. They caught him,” Max assured her. She couldn’t see his face. She blinked, trying to focus, but everything was a muddy blur.

“Paramedics are here,” called a voice she didn’t recognise. Hands pressed down on her, and she found herself lying on the ground. She couldn’t move.

“Max!”

“I’m here.” He gripped her hand.

Her helmet was removed. Pinpoints of light flashed. Pain seared through her, burning every single piece of muscle and sinew that stretched from her elbow to her shoulder.

“Dislocation,” said someone. “Any allergies?”

“No,” Max said, wrapping both hands around her fingers.

She felt someone grab her shoulder and elbow, applying gentle pressure that, oddly, helped to ease the pain. Something was thrust on her face. It smelled of plastic and the gas they pumped into it was sweet and sickly.

“Sharp scratch,” said a woman.

Warmth flooded her veins. She was aware of voices, of movement, but very little else as the world began to spin and faded in and out.

Find your perfect #summer #romance – #Amazon #Nook #Kobo #iBooks #Smashwords

Load up your e-reader, ready for the beach!

Load up your e-reader, ready for the beach!

The summer holidays are in full-swing, and I am currently planning my trip to Majorca (3 weeks today!). One of the things at the top of my checklist is my Kindle, pre-loaded with books to read by the pool / on the beach / at the airport. I’m happily married, so I’m not after a real summer fling, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to find a book boyfriend or five to spend my holiday with!

Hubby is always moaning at me that my To-Be-Read (TBR) list is ridiculous – and he’s probably right – but this time of year is prime release time for authors. I’m no exception. I’ve had two new releases and one re-release this summer already. So while he’s at work, and the kids are busy enjoying themselves in the back garden, I’m sat on Amazon, fulfilling my one-click addiction.

Don’t risk being stranded with nothing to read! Follow one of the links below to find your perfect summer read, and possibly a new book boyfriend.

BUY LINKS:

Tirgearr Publishing

Totally Bound Publishing

Charlotte Howard – Author

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Amazon UK

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Barnes & Noble / Nook

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Raising funds, business plans and other marketing stuff #CrowdFunding #Marketing #BusinessPlan #PR

But you’re a published author. You must be rolling in it!” Yes, I’ve heard it all before, and I’m sorry to disappoint you, but my bank account is currently coloured red. Last July, I made the decision to go full-time in my writing career. At first I was going to subsidise it by offering editing etc. But, I closed down RWLS earlier this year for a variety of reasons – one of them being that it was taking my time away from actually writing. And sadly, my books just aren’t selling that well. This means that Hubby‘s job is really our only form of income.

But why aren’t my books selling? It’s not that they’re badly written – I’ve received enough four and five star reviews to assure myself that I’m actually not a terrible writer. No, it’s because of a serious lack of marketing and publicity. The romance genre is saturated in novels, novellas and short stories, which makes it very difficult to be seen, and PR is the only real way to make sure that my titles are pushed in front of the readers. But as I’ve already said, I have no money, and PR and marketing costs money. So, after careful consideration and chatting to a few fellow authors and publishers, I have decided to set up a couple of crowd funding pages to see if I can raise enough money to market The Final Straight.

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The two sites have chosen to use are GoGetFunding and GoFundMe. Each one is set to raise £2000 – yes, that is how expensive it is for one day’s worth of marketing for one book at full price through BookBub. With any luck, it will sell enough to market my other titles, and eventually help me reach my goal of hitting the best-sellers list.