A hilarious, sexy romp that was inspired from – of all things – a conversation with my mother! My mom and I were having fun one day talking about a double wedding taking place at a campground where we were staying, and from that I got the idea to set a series of stories in a small town where kinky things happen. The first book features Kat and Evan – an animal lover and her veterinarian. Disaster strikes at every turn for their first date, but as love grows, things sort themselves out, and Kat has a fantasy fulfilled that allows her to explore her bisexual nature. What more could a woman want?
Dubbed the Kat Lady by her roommate, Kat Munroe admits to an ulterior motive for rescuing strays—a chance to visit the cute Dr. Evan Cole at the vet clinic. He makes her heart purr as much as her kittens do. Determined to ask him out before he thinks she’s some crazy cat woman, Kat works up her courage for the next visit.
Evan Cole doesn’t see many females other than the ani-mal variety at his veterinary clinic. Always a believer that the right woman will walk into his life someday, he made everything else—vet school, his career—a priority over searching for love. But from the day Kat Munroe walks through the door with a stray feline rescue, his heart beats to see her again. His dilemma—how to create the perfect romantic date when you’re clueless about dating?
When they finally go on a date, disaster strikes at every turn. Will they be able to handle the menagerie? Or will they decide that more isn’t merrier?
Evan released her hand and gestured toward a blanket that lay on the ground. “A midnight picnic under the stars?”
Kat beamed at him. “Sounds romantic.”
Evan sat down, tugging on Kat’s hand for her to join him. He set the bags down and opened them. In silence for a few minutes, they ate the cold meal. Evan relaxed back, lying down on the blanket with his hands behind his head. Kat stared down at him, and in the light from the flashlight, their eyes met.
On impulse, Kat leaned down and kissed his lips. One of his hands came up to caress her back. The heat from his mouth sent lust spiraling throughout her body. She climbed on top of him and ground her mound into his cock. His erec-tion sprang to life, and she rubbed her body up and down his length while they continued to kiss.
Evan framed her face in his hands and pressed soft kisses to her nose and cheeks. Never having felt so cherished be-fore, Kat sighed and sank down beside him, snuggling into his side. Both trying to catch their breath, they stared up at the stars through a canopy of leaves. The odd cloud floated
by, obscuring the moonlight from time to time.
“This is romantic,” Kat purred.
Evan turned his head to press a kiss to the side of her head. “Finally—something went right this evening.”
“Mm-hmmm…” She massaged circles onto his chest. The muscles she detected through his shirt demanded a closer look. “Why don’t we—”
The slap Evan delivered to the side of his cheek cut off her question. A high-pitched buzzing noise filled her ears. A pinprick of pain on her leg had her delivering a blow of her own. More buzzing and slapping of flesh ensued.
“Not really the kind of slapping I had in mind.” She jumped up, waving her hands around.
Evan stood, quickly snatching up the remnants of their food with the blanket. “Are you into that kind of thing?”
The flashlight tipped over, momentarily blinding Kat. “Ow,” she complained. “And yes—a good slap on the rear on occasion is acceptable.”
Evan tugged a strand of her hair.
“Ass spanking on occasion, but no hair pulling,” he said. “Gotcha.”
Kat batted away another mosquito. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I didn’t even think we were there yet.” She slapped her forearm as another little bloodsucker attempted to make a meal out of her. “Can we just get out of here?” She bent over and retrieved the flashlight, then pointed it in the direc-tion she thought they’d come.
“Duly noted, and yes.”
They scurried back out of the trees and followed the fence back into the barnyard. Just as they reached the yard, a booming sound caused them both to shout.
Kat jumped into Evan’s arms and clung to him. “What the hell was that?” she shrieked
Award-winning author Kellie Kamryn is a retired elite gymnast and competitive coach. These days she is captain of her crew of four wearing many a hat: chauffeur, cook, maid, and arm chair psychologist, although her favorite title, and the one she answers to most, is “Mom”. As a martial artist, she trains in the internal martial arts of Xingyi and Baguazhang, and teaches self defence classes for women and children alongside her teaching partner.
While she’s often described as sweet, her friends and readers know she’s got a sassy side, and most days she can be found channeling her sass into writing stories and poetry that sweep readers away into other worlds. When her writing muse demands a break, she channels her creative energy into bringing many a tale to life through her work as a narrator, and as online columnist for The Aquarian Online.
Readers are welcome to join her on Facebook in her Sweet & Sassy Divas and Dudes group! It’s the first place she mentions contests, articles and much, much more! To discover more about the worlds she creates, visit her website at: www.kelliekamryn.com
Danger, suspense, stunning race horses, courageous heroines, and the complicated men who love them!
Growing up, I was a horse-crazy little girl who devoured every book I could find about riding, grooming, caring for a horse, horse breeds, horse fiction… I could never understand why my parents refused to buy me a horse. But on my ninth birthday, they gave me a huge surprise. Ahead of time, they mowed a path among the blackberry bushes in our back field, and in the middle of the birthday party, a van and trailer from the local pony ring showed up with my favorite pony and pony rides for everyone present. I was in heaven!
For me, “horse-crazy” and “romantic” have always gone hand in hand. Luckily, as an adult, I met and married Mr. Kraft, who shares both attributes. We’d been married over a decade when a colleague at work, who was a small-time horse trainer on the side, offered us a deal we couldn’t refuse. We bought in, he and Mr. Kraft made the trek to Barrett’s sale in California, and we became co-owners of two thoroughbred race horses.
In real life, that’s not a money-making business for most folks. We’d no sooner stabled them with our friend than one of them (the more expensive one, of course), bowed a tendon. That ended her racing career before it even started, but she still proved valuable as a brood mare down the line.
So perhaps it’s no surprise that when we started writing romance together, we set our first stories in the world of horse racing, where we could give our plucky heroines far more success in the racing world than we’d had. Riders Up, our four book romantic suspense series, is the result.
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Riders Up Series
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Three Flames: Explicit sex, M/F
Danger, suspense, stunning race horses, courageous heroines, and the complicated men who love them.
High stakes, a fiery Irish redhead, her stunning racehorse, and a fiercely loyal half-blood rancher. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GDWTUGY
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When the chips are down, there’s nobody there. Apprentice racehorse trainer Daisy Matthews has survived the Chicago streets with this mantra but is unprepared for the much older Nick Underwood’s urgent pursuit. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N0DH13I
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New Release! Opening Act, by Cheryl Headford and S L Danielson @ExtasyBooks @ s_l_danielson @SevenPointStar #MFRWAuthor #Series #NewAdult
UPSTAGED I – OPENING ACT
START OF A NEW SERIES BY S L DANIELSON AND CHERYL HEADFORD
Wannabe singer and band front man Erik Von Nordgren hates snarky Brit Asher Berkley with a passion. From the moment he turns up at practice with his twin sister Daisy, who is one of the band, the two have hated each other.
Through a series of ‘tit for tat’ incidents they annoy, frustrate and exasperate each other. The die-hard goth with purple eyes and the hard core rocker with dreams of the big time have nothing in common and no need to cross paths. Except to wind each other up.
Until the day that Erik throws Asher in the school pool, when everything begins to change. Erik is so far in closet he’s in Narnia and Asher has a dark past and trust issues that stand in the way of any relationship, let alone one with the brash American who hurts him every time they try to get together.
A relationship doomed from the start, or so you’d think.
“That’s it, you asshole. You’re goin’ down.” Erik threw his full weight behind a punch that would’ve halted a freight train. But something stopped him dead. He paused, shocked and amazed. Somehow this waif managed to halt him at full throttle. Not an easy feat.
Erik’s lips hung open, his eyes wide when he saw his fist in Asher’s much smaller hand. His attention was caught and held by a surprisingly calm glare. Funny, he’d never noticed Asher had such weird eyes. Words escaped him as he fell into the scintillating beauty of the teen’s violet gaze. They were beautiful, haunting…and pained.
Erik paused, his breath taken hostage by the moment. A strangled cry escaped him when, in another blindingly unexpected turnaround, Asher kissed him. He wanted to pull away at first, especially since they had an audience, yet he didn’t. Some part of him wanted to stay. Asher’s lips were so soft, not even the chill of his lip ring could take away from the searing heat of the kiss.
Erik’s demeanor softened, and he uncurled his fist in Asher’s hand. Other parts of his anatomy stood up and took notice, too. He prayed nobody in the band saw that. Especially…well. No. No one was allowed to see.
All too soon the kiss ended, and Asher broke contact with a loud smacking sound. Erik stood in silence, his mind whirling while he retreated. His mouth opened and closed as he fought for words, but before he could utter any of them, Asher’s cool hand patted the side of his face in an almost patronizing manner, and with a cheeky wink he turned. Walking away, he called over his shoulder to his sister.
“I’m off, Dais. Can’t stand the boredom. Give me a ring when you’re ready to be picked up. Try not to die of excitement in my absence.”
Erik watched him go, stupefied and still frozen to the spot. He suddenly became aware of the unnatural silence around him. Reality crashed back and crushed him under a wave of panic. What the hell had he done? A warm hand landed on his shoulder, and he looked down into Daisy’s face.
“Sorry, Erik. He can be such a prick. You know he didn’t mean it, right? I promise you.”
“Are you all right?” Billy asked. His tone was genuine concern and one he didn’t want to deal with right now.
Their eyes met briefly. They had a history of their own beyond friendship. Like the times they’d smoked joints in his room. Not only had their demeanors relaxed, so had their inhibitions. They’d evaporated, in fact, to where they had not only kissed, but had given each other their first time, and a few more times beyond that.
Erik’s mind flooded with images of those days when they’d lived for their sleepovers—how buzzed they’d been, how good they’d felt, how right Billy’d felt in his mouth and his arms… It had started to go beyond just the physical, to something he couldn’t handle. There was a ton of baggage there that he didn’t want to think about anymore. Then this fucker kisses him…shit. He shuddered and forced his mind back to the present. That was his and Billy’s secret only. No one on earth needed to know he was gay. Like fucking hell they’d find out now.
“No. I’m not all right. Shit!” He glared at Daisy, daring her to have an excuse for her twin’s infuriating behavior. He stood back from the group. “Whatever. He’s just a prick trying to make a fool of me. Fine. Two can play that game.”
BOOK NAME Upstaged I – Opening Act
AUTHORS S L Danielson and Cheryl Headford
PUBISHED BY Extasy Books
WORD COUNT Aprox 75,000
NUMBER OF PAGES 246
GENRE New Adult. Contemporary Romance.
HEAT RATING 3
S L Danielson
S L (Stephanie) Danielson began writing at the tender age of five. She knew it was her calling from the moment she put pen to paper. In her teens she began writing alternative works and the genre stuck. She created ever more elaborate tales and finally in her early 20’s years began to create works with her new love; male/male romance. She has since written more than 30 works (both solo and collaborations).
Stephanie is classically trained in business, accounting, and HR/training, possessing both an undergrad and graduate degree. She also owned and operated Romance First Publishing where the ultimate goal was to help other unknown, as well as known authors get their start in the publishing world.
Beyond writing, her other hobbies include: painting, gaming, and spending time with her husband and two cherished cats.
Cheryl was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.
Cheryl has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.
Later in life, Cheryl became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.
It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.
In present times, Cheryl lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son, dog, bearded dragon (called Smaug of course) and three cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. She’s never been happier since she was made redundant and is able to devote herself entirely to her twin loves of writing and art
S L Danielson
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