Monday, March 30, 2015

Melodic Minor by Leigh Stone







Title: Melodic Minor
Author: Leigh Stone
Series: Belfast Bound
 Release Date: March 28, 2015


They say the course of true love never runs smooth, and that’s certainly been the experience for Alex and Mel. Fear drove them away from each other, and tragedy almost tore them apart forever.

In a continuation of the love affair between Alex and Melody, we join the pair right where Lex’s Melody left off, and this time we get to hear the tale through their own words in this first person narrative.

What does fortune now hold for the lovers, can they settle down and have the future together that they both deserve, or will old fears be renewed and threaten to pull them apart again?
Only time will tell!  



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(Alex)
I woke, as I seemed to most mornings now, in a tangle of limbs with the gorgeous woman I seemed to share so much of my life with these days. She was lying on her side with her back to me, her right leg stretched out behind her over mine. My cock was already hard and jutting out against her. I couldn’t resist her; I wrapped my arm over her and moved tight against her back, my hand seeking out her breast, and my lips on her neck.
A low throaty groan escaped from her as she slept. Her eyes started to flutter open as I kept up my attention. She absently rolled more on to her front. I moved my hand from her breast, to her ass, rubbing over her skin, before allowing myself to graze my fingers over her asshole and down to her pussy. My fingers found her wet and I couldn’t resist rubbing over her clit. Her head rolled over to face me, and she opened her eyes with a grin.
“Good morning, Jellybean.” I grinned.
“Mmmmm,” she hummed, “seems like it might be.” When my fingers grazed over her clit again, she bit her bottom lip and hummed in satisfaction. I didn’t want to wait any longer, I nudged her legs apart with my knees as I shifted my weight, and nestled myself between her thighs from behind. My dick knew where it wanted to go, and it bobbed against her asshole, while I reached for the drawer of the bedside table, where I knew I would find lubricant.
“Alex!” she exclaimed in a hushed tone. “Juliet’s in the house!”
I grinned down at her. “Then, you’ll just have to keep quiet, won’t you?” I smirked and pressed my cock into the crack of her backside, rubbing it between her ass cheeks. I shuffled back, squirting the lube over my cock, and fingers before rubbing it against Mel’s asshole. She gasped as I pushed one finger into her, slowly twisting it, pulling and pushing in slow strokes. She moaned loudly when I slipped a second finger in to join it, and pushed her face into the pillow, trying to stay quiet, in case our houseguest heard her. When her hips started to lift every time I thrust my fingers into her, I knew that she was more than ready for me. I lined the head of my heavy prick against her tight little hole. I held my breath and I pushed against her, demanding entry, feeling her push up against me needing me to take her. There was a moment of pressure before her body gave in and allowed me to penetrate her. I sank in slowly, not releasing my breath until I had managed to slide all the way in, right down to my balls, in one smooth stroke. I paused suddenly realising, that this was going to take just as much control for me, as it was for Mel, to be able to keep quiet enough so Juliet would remain unaware of what was going on while she was in the house. I savoured the feeling of being balls deep in Mel’s delicious ass before starting to slowly ease myself in and out in a slow and torturous pace. Mel’s hips rose to meet me with every thrust, tempting me to take her hard instead of the sensuous tempo I was using.
She shifted slightly, lifting herself on her knees, allowing her the fraction of mobility she needed to crash back against me with my next drive. A moan rumbled out of me and she pushed back again on the next stroke. I gripped her hips and pulled her with me as I lifted us both to our knees: Mel with her face down and her ass up, me in a kneeling stance behind her with my dick still buried deep inside her. She had done what she always did; she had pushed me to my limits and beyond. Now, all I wanted to do was drive into her mercilessly. I moaned again at the feeling of pushing hard into her ass, my thighs slapping on the backs of her legs as I did.
I pulled back almost completely withdrawing from her, before I raised my hand and cracked it down on her backside hard. “Wanton little slut,” I murmured, as I drove back into her. I heard the little muffled shriek from the pillow and I smacked her backside again. I could see her breathing get faster, I could feel her body responding beneath me, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before she came. I bit my lip, holding back the sounds that I wanted to make myself as I drove into her over and over again, pushing her faster and faster to the brink. Suddenly her back arched beneath me, and I felt her body convulse and pulse around me. I heard her muffling the sounds that she was making, forcing her face harder into the pillow. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I bit into my hand as I released into her with one hard thrust.

When the climax that rocked through me had subsided, I smacked her on the butt as I slowly withdrew from her, before lifting myself off the bed and heading for the shower.


Lex's Melody, Belfast Bound #1


Melodic Minor, Belfast Bound Novella #1
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I'm Leigh Stone, I live in Northern Ireland, just outside the capital city of Belfast, in a house I share with my teenage daughter, and our personal zoo (1 cat, 2 kittens, and 2 rabbits!). I'm first and foremost a reader, and a fast reader at that, often devouring books in a single sitting over a period of hours. I have always had aspirations to write and become a published author, but as a teenager I was encouraged to look for a different profession, as being an author "wouldn't pay the bills." It was that reading that lead a friend of mine to suggest that I had read so many of those books that I could probably write my own! It seemed like a good idea, and I thought that I would give it a try :) a few months later Lex's Melody was well underway, and the rest as they say is history!




Sunday, March 29, 2015

Tragic Soul by Bella Jeanise



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Following the events in Reckless and before Triple Threat the band, Paulie and Crystal find themselves very much in love and think nothing in the world can or will tear them apart. An unexpected gift lands in their laps. But, they soon find that it's an opportunity that will tear their world apart. It means moving across the country, and Chad, still very much in love with Crystal, wants no part of it. Soon Crystal must make a choice that she thought she would never have to do. Letting her first love go proves to be the hardest thing she's ever done. Months later her destiny is put to the test when she and Chad join a brand new band. Sparks instantly fly between Crystal and Spikes, the rhythm guitarist. Can he replace Paulie? Will Paulie keep her heart and soul hostage? Will she ever be able to love again, or will she forever be haunted by her regret? Is she a tragic soul destined to misery?


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Bella Jeanisse hails from New York City. At 10 years old, Bella picked up her first guitar. She was
instantly hooked. Because of her deep passion for tall men, rock music, tattoos and motorcycles,
she has gotten to know many musicians and roadies over the years—in every possible way. And
although she has been writing risqué stories about musicians for many years, she has just recently
taken these tales to the next level revealing, through her protagonists, the hold some of these men
still have on her. They have inspired more than they ever imagined.

Now living in Florida with her three sons, she juggles domestic responsibilities, a social life, her
career as an IT professional and her writing as carefully as possible. They do cross paths as you
have seen in her first collection of short stories. Her life is busy and full, yet very fulfilling.
The few limits Bella puts on her love­life may be found as but a shadow in her writing. She draws
from life, fantasy and inspiration to create each tale.

Bella has broadened her horizons to include short stories, Insatiable Appetites, with many more to
come, some just a sentence at this point. The subjects range from military men to biker chicks to
naughty doctors and much, much more. You can find a taste of the newest shorts on Wattpad.com.
The Triple Threat universe is growing... Gasoline 2 (Evolving Urges) is up next. Triple Threat 3
(Dual Desires) is finished. Soon enough you’ll also get to know Silverblade, Main Street (book
name subject to change), Winter Winds, Brass Monkey, Mark of the Devil and Wounded Hearts
too... so many hot rock stars, so little time to make them come to life.



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DeClan by Ava Manello

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Book: Declan
Series: Wounded Heroes #1
Genre: Military/Suspense Romance
Author: Ava Manello
Cover: Margreet Assleburgs
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War almost destroyed them, but they survived thanks to their brother in arms Declan.

Coming home wasn't as sweet as they'd hoped, lives had moved on without them. For one it was all too much.

United by grief and angered by injustice the Wounded Heroes vow to always be there for each other.

Little do they know that's going to come sooner rather than later.

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The touch of my fingers sends a small tremor through her. I try to keep the massage firm, yet tender. I can already see some of the tension leaving her body. She groans as I knead the hard knot at the base of her neck. This past week has been a living nightmare for all of us, but especially her and the stress has really knotted her neck and shoulders.

My hands leave her skin for a moment as I reach for more body lotion. She moans in protest. There’s a delicate hint of coconut in the air as I warm it in my hands before applying it at the base of her spine.

I knead up and down her back, leaving a trail of warmth where I’ve passed. I can feel my cock twitching in my tight boxer briefs, begging to be let loose. It’s been too long since I allowed myself that particular pleasure. After everything that’s happened I wasn’t sure it would show interest in sex again, I’m pleased that it is, but I can’t. Not here. Not now.

Georgia is laying face down underneath me, dressed only in skimpy briefs so that I can massage her back. My legs are astride hers and I’m pretty sure she can feel my cock pushing against her. She says nothing though.

How the fuck did I find myself here? On this bed and in this position? This is my friend’s widow for fucks sake. I need to show him some respect. I need to remember the man that he was, not the shell he had become. He sank so low that there was no coming back. That’s why I’m here. We buried him today, so the last place I should be right now is in his widow’s bed.

I couldn’t ignore Georgia’s scream though as she’d woken from a nightmare, or the fat tears rolling down her face. She’s too young to be a widow; she’s not even forty. She has her whole life ahead of her. I’d consoled her by drawing her into my arms, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling her close. She’d whimpered when my hand touched her back. The downside of living with Max for these past few months had been the abuse. She may have outgrown most of the bruises but the residual pain was still there.

I’d offered her a back rub in my innocence, and that’s how I came to find myself here now, sitting on top of her and desperately begging my cock to go back into its usual state of stupor.

There’s something sensuous about caressing a woman’s skin, and it’s turning me on. As awful as it sounds it helps that I can’t see Georgia’s face. I couldn’t do this if I looked her in the eye. I need to just pretend she’s some anonymous stranger if I’ve any chance of getting through the rest of this night.

Georgia moans as I release a particularly deep knot in her shoulder, but it sounds more like a moan of passion than relief.

“Declan,” she pleads. “I need you. I need this.” She whimpers.

“I can’t.” I whisper back. “I can’t do it to Max.” I apologise.

“Fuck Max.” She hisses. “He didn’t give a shit about either of us these past few months. I need this.” She pauses. “And from the feel of your cock digging into my ass you need it too.” She reasons.

She’s right. I do need it. But I can’t.

“I can’t look you in the eye.” I apologise.

“Then don’t.” She reasons. She reaches down behind her, pulling her almost non-existent underwear down and raising her ass slightly. I can see her glistening pussy. She’s wet for me and I know for sure that my cock is hard for her.

I dismiss the guilt from my mind and release myself from my boxer shorts. Without allowing myself time to think about it I push into her. Fuck! That feels so good. It feels so tight and deep. I pause for a moment just enjoying the sensation, and Georgia lets out a loud groan of satisfaction.

“That feels fucking amazing.” She almost purrs.

Slowly I move in and out of her, each time it feels like I’ve gone deeper than the last. Her legs are trapped together between mine by her shoved down underwear and her ass is gripping tightly to my cock as I move in and out.

She moves a hand to caress my leg. I stop her by holding her arms down. From the satisfied moans she’s making, it’s clear she likes that. Her face is almost hidden in the mattress, the pillow already tossed aside. She’s got short hair, I want to grab hold of it and pull her head back each time I push into her, but it’s too short for that. It’s just long enough to hide her face, and that’s probably a good thing. If I saw her face right now I suspect my cock would deflate faster than a popped balloon.

The only sounds in the room are the slap of flesh against flesh as my movements become stronger as do our mutual groans of pleasure. I slap her ass sharply, and when she doesn’t protest I do it again. She’s pushing her ass back up against me, silently begging for more. I give it to her.

That’s when it all goes to shit. I’m having the best sex I’ve had in months, fuck it I’m having the only sex I’ve had in months, when I hear it.

A car backfires outside and I lose it. Suddenly I’m not in this suburban bedroom; I’m back in Afghanistan the day it happened. I can feel the heat, taste the sand in my mouth, and hear the screams of the other guys.

I snap out of it, just in time. My hands are round Georgia’s neck and I’m strangling her. She can barely breathe, let alone make a sound and her face is going a shade of purple. I release my hands quickly.

Georgia draws in a deep gulping breath of air before collapsing back down to the mattress and taking shallow breaths.

“What the fuck!” She croaks, her voice barely there and raspy.

What do I say; how the fuck do I explain the nightmare that I live constantly? I can’t. Instead I do the most dick move possible. I pull out of her and rush from the room without explanation.

Within minutes my bag is packed and I’m gone. Driving to an unknown destination in the dark of the night. I didn’t even say I was sorry.

I’m not sure where to go so I just drive. I’m not fit to be around normal people. Something broke in me out in Afghanistan, and I’m not sure I can ever be mended.

So I drive, and wait to see where the road takes me.

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Passionate reader, blogger, publisher, and author. I love nothing more than helping other Indie authors publish their books be that reviewing, beta reading, formatting or proofreading,

I love erotic suspense that's well written and engages the reader, and I love promoting the heck out of it over on my book blog.

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