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Wednesday, 22 January 2014

New release, Stacey Espino, Cowboys Mine

Hello, you all, it's been a long busy time for me away from my blog, as I literally build my new home from scratch in a beautiful piece of forest in SW France, but it's a pleasure to peek in online to introduce you to the beautiful Stacey Espino's new release! Fresh and hot from Evernight today:
 Western Menage (MFM) Romance




Eva Ford lives a sheltered life on her small rural farm. At twenty-two, she feels the need to spread her wings and start her own life, planning a trip to the city to show her prized cows. Colton and North McReed from the next ranch over are determined to make sure she stays out of trouble.

Twin brothers, Colton and North, have always loved little Eva. She's their rock in life, the one pure thing in their otherwise dark existence. Their abusive father ran out on the family years ago and their mother suffers from a serious addiction. They never look at Eva with desire...until they spend a week alone with her in the city.

Everything changes when Eva and the cowboys realize just how deep their love for each other runs. Once their passion is unleashed, it's impossible to contain. But can their unorthodox relationship last? Will sex ruin the friendship of a lifetime?

North was ready to brawl. In fact, he craved it like never before. Pain would be preferable to the ache in his heart. Somewhere along the line he began to see Eva as more than the sweet girl next door. Somewhere along the line he’d fallen in love.

What he didn’t understand was Colton’s sudden disinterest. Their feelings for Eva always mirrored each other’s. Half the time when he’d escape to the Ford house, Colton was already there. They’d come on the trip specifically to keep Eva out of trouble, but instead, his twin was turning a blind eye.

They ate dinner in silence. North watched the sky turn from blue to black, every darkening shade bringing his anxiety to a new level. She still wasn’t back. God knows what that cowboy was doing with little Eva. The thought of his filthy hands on her made his blood boil. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could sit still with his imagination running wild.

He was just about to bolt from his seat when the door to the trailer opened. Cool air flooded the interior and the sound of Eva clearing her throat made every live wire inside him suddenly lose power. He exhaled a nervous breath, glad she was at least home safely.

“Told you I’d be back in one piece,” she said as she hung up her cardigan. “There’s no need to go hunting me down. Seriously.”

She started to climb up into the loft.

“Where’s lover boy?” asked North, no humor in his tone.

“His name is Wade, and he just dropped me off, like a perfect gentleman.”

“That why he had his lips all over you?” asked Colton. His brother was just as unimpressed, even though he’d condoned the behavior.

“Hush you!” Eva slipped under the covers.

“You haven’t eaten,” said North.

“Wade bought me dinner.”

He ground his teeth together, stifling a growl. The sound of that man’s name on Eva’s lips made him see red. If he never heard the name again it would be too soon.

They secured the trailer and turned out the lights before joining Eva in the bed. He tossed his shirt and lay down on his back, staring up at the low ceiling. She was already comfortable, obviously not feeling the volatile energy keeping him awake. He kept as far to his side as possible, the cold wall of the trailer chilling his arm. Every time she shifted in the bed, he tensed.

“I’m cold,” she murmured, cuddling closer to him. The heat of her body scorched his bare skin. In a matter of days, everything changed for him. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he wished he could go back to the way things were. Uncomplicated.

He tried to get away from her but he was trapped in the tight confines of the sleeping area. He held his breath as she ran her palm over his chest, over and over in small circles. Her touch had always been soothing—not so much anymore.

“What’s wrong with you?” she whispered against his neck. His eyes lolled back in his head. Even her fucking breath was sweet.

“Nothing. Go to sleep, Eva.”

“You’re acting weird, North. Is this because of Wade?”

He decided the cowboy was a safer topic than his changing feelings for her. “I don’t trust him.”

“Why not?”

“Just don’t is all.” He rolled to his side and away from her. It didn’t feel right going to sleep on a sour note, but he couldn’t have this discussion now. Mrs. Ford was the one to teach him and Colton not to speak out of passion. It was always best to confront a person with a level head, after cooling off and replaying the events over in your head. He usually didn’t take the advice, but tonight felt like a good time to start.

“Will you two quiet down,” said Colton.

Eva pressed her body against his back. Why had he taken off his shirt? He needed layers between them—many, many layers.

“I know what I’m doing,” she said in a whisper. “You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’d worry less if you spent more time with Bessie and Ruby than that drifter.”

“He’s not a drifter.”

“Why you defending him?” he asked. “You act like you’re already an item.”

She kissed his shoulder. “I just want you to be happy for me, North.”

“It doesn’t matter what I think.”

“It does. You’re the one who taught me how to rope a calf, and even though it took me weeks to learn, you never got impatient. You protected me when Jameson’s dogs got loose.” She ran her hand delicately down his arm, her fingers lingering over the raised scars on his forearm. “You bought me a corsage when no boy asked me to prom. Remember when the three of us danced in the rain that night? My dress was covered in mud.”

“I remember.”

“Well those are just examples of why I love you so much. It doesn’t feel right doing anything without your blessing.”

He wasn’t sure he could ever give her what she wanted.


Stacey Espino

Saturday, 16 November 2013

The Wolf on the Run – Jorja Lovett - new release!

Say hello to a hot new (European!) release, with Joria Lovett today!

"Thanks for having me today to share my new release, The Wolf on the Run, book two in my series, The Wild Irish Wolves. The series is set in Northern Ireland, in the fictional Olcan Hills. It focuses on the wolf shifter pack led by Rory Blake and every red hot detail of their romances and adventures."

As a police officer and Alpha of the Olcan Hills' pack, being a protector is in Rory Blake's DNA.
When Naomi Duffy turned up heavily pregnant and alone, Rory's natural instinct was to look after her. However, her fierce need for independence over the years has ensured they've never been anything more than friends.
Naomi has spent too long trying to keep her daughter safe to jeopardise everything for a fling. But, when her past threatens to catch up with her, Rory is the only person she trusts with her life.
Thrown together, the couple finally succumb to their passion and it's all too easy to forget the danger lurking in the hills.
Do Rory and Naomi have a future together, or will secrets from the past tear them apart?


Naomi came after Rory, pitting her stealthy grace against his sheer power. In his peripheral vision, he could see the wisps of her breath spiralling into the cold air as she forged ahead, determined to catch him. Rory snorted, sending his own white breath curling up into the atmosphere.

He led her over the hills, their claws making short work of carving up the cold, hard terrain. Naomi never lost ground. Even when he made a turn towards the woods on the boundary, she kept pace.

The chase awakened something deep inside him—that animal freedom with no responsibilities except the survival of himself and his pack. The spiky silhouettes of barren trees lined his path, like broad strokes of a black marker pen scratched against the silver sky.

He dodged in and out, never slowing, with Naomi always in pursuit. Occasionally, a pair of woodland eyes blinked at him from the darkness—a rabbit, a fox, observing their bizarre courtship.

Rory had no doubt the exhilaration of their illicit run would end in wild sex between him and Naomi. It was like a very enthusiastic bout of foreplay without actual touching.

They crunched through the leaf-littered forest floor until he tired of being the hunted. He looped back the way they came and stopped in a clearing. In all aspects of life he preferred to be the one doing the chasing, but at this moment in time he wanted nothing more than to be caught.

He shifted back into his naked, horny self. Naomi came to a skidding halt seconds later, scooting a bundle of leaves over his bare feet. "You can run, wolf lady, I'll give you that. Now can we go back to bed?"

She shifted back to stand beautifully naked before him. "Not until you say it."

"Say what?" He was hard as hell and ready for round two.

"That I’m as good as you." She gave him a flirty smile. One which said she was looking forward to the future rather than staring back at the past. The run had obviously done wonders for her too.

"That was probably a fluke. I don’t think you could keep up with me on a normal day. You know, one where you haven’t seduced me on top of a car boot and made me carry you home first." The play fighting wasn’t limited to their animal personas. Not when it proved such a turn on. Human or wolf, the scent of Naomi’s arousal would always draw him to her.

"I didn’t hear you complaining at the time. But, if you’re tired, just say and we’ll call it a night." She shrugged her shoulders, making her boobs jiggle enough to bring his erection to full strength once more.

He stepped forward and brushed her wild hair from her face. "I’ll never be too tired for you, Naomi. I’ll race you back. This time the winner stays on top."

She grinned, eyes twinkling as bright as the stars. "You’re on."

This was one race he intended to lose.

Available from

Author Bio:

Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.

Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.

Author Links:

Tuesday, 12 November 2013

OplĂ ! The Nymph is the TBR Pile's book of the month!


Yessir, I am chuffed to bits to say that my little summery Free Read made it to October's book of the month at the To Be Read Pile!
Check this out!!

Saturday, 9 November 2013

Jenny Lyn - River Reckoning - new release!

Welcome to Jenny Lyn and her new release, River Reckoning. Personally I love this cover, what about you?!


Bond Mason’s roots run deep in the backwoods hamlet of Trespass, Florida. Nestled against the banks of the Suwannee River, the only home she’s ever known holds bittersweet memories of a family long gone. Except one of her ghosts isn’t dead and possessive ex-lover James Kyle wants her back.

U.S. Deputy Marshal Nathan Gates sights are set on capturing fugitive Robert Kyle. Wanted for the cold-blooded murder of a DEA agent, Robert is suspected of being hidden away with his moonshine-brewing, marijuana-growing family of fellow lawbreakers, one of which is his brother, James.

Nathan expected high temperatures when he arrived in Trespass. What he hadn’t counted on is his searing attraction to southern beauty Bond Mason. She winds him around her finger like a tendril of Spanish moss, but his lawman’s intuition tells him she’s hiding secrets too. When he finally convinces her to talk, he’s not prepared for the dark truths she reveals about her hometown.

The Suwannee is deep, but Trespass’s sins run much deeper. For once, Nathan might be in over his head.



Bond rolled to her knees, still smiling, as she untied the sash to her robe. She let it fall open but didn’t shrug it off her shoulders. It parted in slow motion a few inches then stopped, revealing a swath of golden skin down the center of her body, the inviting valley between her breasts and the small patch of dark trimmed curls at the apex of her toned thighs. Nathan stood motionless, taking her in as he tried to decide what he wanted to set his mouth to first.

“Nathan.” Her fingers nervously toyed with the robe’s sash. He gradually raised his gaze to hers, tearing it away from the temptation of her body. “I have a small confession to make.”

His interest was piqued. “I’m listening.”

Color flooded her cheeks. He put one knee on the mattress and kissed her jaw reassuringly. She braced her hands on his biceps, the heat of a sigh warming his ear. “Last night when you were kind of … bossy … I liked it … a lot.”

He grinned. That was some admission. His single-minded cock wholeheartedly approved. It was so hard it threatened to bust through the teeth of his zipper. “You like me telling you what to do, huh?”

She nodded. Her fingers caught the hem of his t-shirt, stripping it over his head. “I like it when you talk.”

“Last night you said I talked too much.”

“I can’t be held accountable for the things I say during incredible sex. I want you to talk.”

Incredible sex. No argument there, it had been. Tonight was going to top that.

The robe slipped off one shoulder exposing her right breast, an enticement impossible to resist. Nathan ducked his head and made a lazy circle around her nipple with the tip of his tongue. It tightened to a stiff peak. He felt her fingers slide through his hair, heard the tiny moan she made in her throat. “Dirty?” he asked against her skin.

“Anything. I want to listen, not think. I like your voice, but if you were saying naughty things it would be even better.”

He chuckled as he eased off the bed. Bond sat back on her heels, resting her hands on her thighs expectantly. “Take your hair down.”

She released the clip, allowing the dark mass to tumble free. When she shook her head, damp curls slid over her shoulders. Nathan reached out and wound a long lock around his fingers, tugging gently. “You’re stunning.” More color flooded her cheeks and neck. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth. “Come closer.”

Rising to her knees, she scooted to the edge of the bed, pressing her chest to his. Nathan caught the lapels of her robe in his fists and pulled it down her arms, trapping them at her sides. He buried his face in her neck, trailing kisses across the tender, fragrant skin. Her scent made him drunk with desire, crazy with need. Never had he been so affected by a woman as he was by Bond. She was like some illicit drug, and he’d become a hopeless addict with one sample.
Something about the author:

I started reading when I was four, thanks to a babysitter who found out the only way to get me to sit still was to put a book in my hand. By the time I entered kindergarten, I’d blown through just about every Little Golden Book ever printed. Ten years later, much to my mother’s dismay, I found her stash of paperback romance novels. She tried to divert me back to something more chaste by buying me Harlequins, but I still snuck copies of her Kathleen Woodiwiss’s and Johanna Lindsey’s when she wasn’t looking. Shanna, The Flame and the Flower, and Fires of Winter will always hold special places in my heart because they introduced me to roguish heroes, headstrong heroines, and the trouble they could get into together.

I live in a swampy little corner of north-central Florida with my family, both the two-legged and four-legged variety. I love to read, run hot and cold in regards to cooking, and I never miss an episode of Justified, Longmire, or Dexter. I guess I like justice in all its various forms.
Meet Jenny Lyn here:

Her books:

River Reckoning (Trouble in Trespass, Book 1) 11/8/13 from Evernight Publishing
Heart Trouble, from Loose Id
Burn, from Evernight Publishing
Bite, from Etopia Press
Saving Sydney, from Breathless Press 

Look for her short stories in the following anthologies: High Octane Heroes: Erotic Romance for Women, Smut Alfresco, Best Women's Erotica 2013, and Felt Tips.

And purchase her books here:

Monday, 5 August 2013

Coming soon! 9th August, The Nymph in the Stolen Garden

Are you enjoying the summer, perhaps planning some holiday somewhere hot and spicy? Are you stuck at home and dreaming of far away places?

Have you thought maybe about visiting the south of France? An enchanting old garden in the Midi?

That is where you would be going with my short, sexy, summery Evernight FREE Read (yep, you read that right, it comes for free!), The Nymph in the Stolen Garden, releasing in just four days!

Not science fiction this time, not fantasy, but a contemporary romance set in the French Midi, with all the local flavour and intoxicating summer heat...



Gillian, a young English designer hired to refurbish an ancient park in southern France, is struggling with a team of elderly, conservative, and hostile gardeners.

For Gillian, with her nervous personality, attack seems the best defence, but unfortunately her haughty attitude is scaring off Marcel, a young jobbing gardener whose rugged good looks have captured Gillian’s imagination.

Until, one intolerably hot summer afternoon, a near-sunstroke and an unplanned dip in the garden’s pond reveal a completely new Gillian.
-:- Midi foretaste...
For a long time, that wild, fiery kissing was everything.
Then he slowly became aware of the rest of himself and her, their tangled arms and legs, his, stronger, firmer, hers, like a twining creeper, making her way around and along him, slim, graceful, and inescapable. Their bellies were close together, only just far enough to make space for the bouncing, stiff length of his member. She arched her body to press his cock between them. He could feel his own hardness pressing along his stomach, and moved so its head would slide slowly along her belly, digging lightly in her navel.
He felt a moment of wonder; surprise and amusement were both part of it. Half an hour earlier, he only knew her perpetually frowning expression, her tight bun of hair, her old-fashioned scent of talcum powder, her voice, her way of walking, elastic yet snappish, as if she was always a bit on edge. And now, this wonderfully unkempt creature, with green leaves in her tangled blonde hair, which made her green eyes even greener. Now, their naked bodies, skin to skin, her hard nipples brushing his chest, his right hand on the small of her back, her tongue, wet and textured and hungry, playing with his tongue, her leg thrown over his side, her sex brushing his balls. Naked, naked and so close, their skins only, and nothing in between. She moaned, wild and abandoned, wholly different. The perpetual frown between her eyebrows was quite gone.
"I want you," she whispered, in English again, on his lips, her shyness gone with her spectacles and her bun, and he smiled, turning slowly, carefully shifting skin over skin, running palms and fingertips along her to finally lay her back on the gravel.
"You sure?" he asked. Because you never know, women, and foreign language, one wants to be really sure.
She looked for a moment like she wanted to scream, but she just laughed, a beautiful free laugh, not her usual tight thin smile.
"Yes," she said, and even her voice was different. She pushed up with her hips to brush her clitoris along his shaft. He pressed her body down making that contact deeper and stronger, rubbing back and forward slowly, his shaft finding its way between her wet labia. She sighed and moaned again, reaching around his sides with her legs, holding him to her and rocking slowly while his cock rubbed on her clit. The water of the pond washed around their entwined bodies, cold and delightful on their heated skin.
When he moved slightly away from her, she moaned unhappily. Her arms were still around his shoulders, but he managed to pull away to make space for his right hand, sliding it on her stomach and down, to her thighs, nudging and caressing until she let go of his hips with her legs and surrendered to his touch.


Releasing on Friday!



Monday, 17 June 2013

Nightingales - new edition!

After some grim months of creative void (real life is a bitch for messing up with your story telling), Ms Wyvern is back online, and hopefully back in business.
Some weeks ago, two different readers sent me the lovelies feed back on Nightingales, my self-pubbed short story, and while both loved the story they both had some reserved about the illustrations. It seems that illustrated romance does not work.
I should have known this, I who cannt abide a face I don't like on a cover. In fact, if a cover "ruins" your mental picture of a character, sometimes even the best story is as good as dead.
So here comes a new (and cheaper) edition, with updated cover, and no illustrations. A homage to the lovely readers who took the time to read my stories and get back to me with articulate and honest feedback!

Saturday, 16 February 2013

D.F. Krieger Birthday Bash Blog Hop

Hi all! Please say hello and happy birthday to talented author and editor D.F. Krieger.

She is doing a "Guess the Character" and Cover Reveal in the course of the hop, and here's my bit of cover to unveil!


The game is open to all who comment below answering the following question: what wild animal would you be, were you not born a human?

The grand prize is a Kindle Fire, oh yes, my precious!

Good luck to you!