Welcome to the VS Morgan site. I'm very excited to be participating in the Christmas wonder blog hop.
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For me, the holiday season means a time to relax. My day job has been very intense since September, so looking forward to quiet time with my family. It's cold here in Minnesota, and we like to stay warm in the house with snacks and fun activities. We love to watch movies, play games, and read together. his relaxing time is usually very good for my writing - which I need since I'm working on a sequel to Hunter's Mark!
For my reading wish list, I want to read Saving Sultan by Jennah Scott and Frosty Relations by Tara Quan. I'm recommending The Shearing Gun by Renae Kaye to all my friends.
My book, Sam's Temptation, is releasing December 16th. Here is the blurb and excerpt:
On a working vacation in Montana, Chef Gabi Inez’s schedule allows her to enjoy planned activities and hangout with her cousin and his new family. She’s not looking for love, but spending time with a hunky cowboy sounds perfect. Gabi works hard, but every girl needs some fun. What if flirting leads to something more?
Sam Malone is the brains behind Blackbird, a guest and working ranch. Since his parents’ death, his sole purpose has been family and the ranch’s survival. Burned by love in the past, he avoids the distraction that comes with beautiful women. But what’s a cowboy to do when a sweet and sassy chef gets under his skin, only to be told by her overprotective cousin she’s off limits?
He retreated a step, raising his hands in a nonthreatening manner. “Sorry, I want to make sure you aren’t hurt. I was going to save you from that creep, but you beat me to it.”
She tossed her head and dark curls bounced around her face. “This is New York, cowboy. We girls save ourselves.”
Her tone was sassy, but her hands trembled as she set the glass on the counter. The music changed to something soft and slow, and he gave her a reassuring smile. When you fall off your horse, you need to get back on. “You certainly did. If I promise to behave myself, will you dance with me?”
He held out his hand, fully prepared for her to tell him to go to hell.
She hesitated and finally shrugged. “Sure.”
When she placed her small hand in his, his pulse raced.
He led the way to the dance floor and loosely held her, fighting the urge to pull the beautiful woman close and bury his face in her long hair; its unique scent combined with a hint of vanilla and jasmine was intoxicating. His body flamed at each slight touch of their bodies. He’d never experienced an attraction so instantaneous, so urgent. Not even with his ex, Veronica.
“Do you have a name, cowboy?” she asked, her soft voice causing his dick to harden.
It’d been a while, but where was his control, damn it?
“Samuel Malone, brother of the groom.”
She must have really shorted out his brain for him to give his full first name, which he never used. He was Sam, plain and simple.
“Ah, I see the family resemblance. I’m Gabriela Inez, cousin to the other groom.”
This beautiful lady was related to Rafael? Why hadn’t he ever mentioned her? They continued to dance, and sparks flared when she relaxed into him. She was a little thing, even in her sexy stilettos. He hunched to rest his jaw against the top of her head. Perfect. He didn’t pause as the song transitioned to another. No way was one song enough. He eased back and gazed down, taking in her beauty and finally focusing on her full, luscious lips. Suddenly nothing was more important than kissing her….
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I have the pleasure of hosting the lovely and talented Tara Quan today! Tara has had a number of amazing reads come out in the last few months, and she's here sharing her latest release, Frosty Relations.
With the holidays upon us there are troves of books to curl up with by the fireplace. My paranormal romantic comedy goes great with mulled wine and cinnamon cookies. Part of Decadent Publishing’s 1Night Stand line, Frosty Relations features a young college graduate facing the complicated world of adulthood and confronting the frost mage she’s had a crush on for most of her life. Add some Christmas magic and Madame Eve’s renowned matchmaking service, and we’ve got the beginnings of an icy-hot love story. Those who’ve read my Halloween release Flirting with Fire already know Jack, this tale’s hunk. In keeping with the holiday spirit I’m giving away a $15 gift card. To enter, leave a comment here and drop your details in the Rafflecopter widget at the bottom of this post.
Frosty Relations (A Witch’s Night Out, 2)
Attorney Jack Frost never understood why holidays did weird things to people. His secretary went on vacation, his best friend ditched their annual Aspen trip, and the law firm’s stubborn human resources assistant refuses his clerical support request. What’s a warlock to do on Christmas Eve but go on a 1-Night Stand? But when an oddly familiar empath shows up as his date, this ice mage has a hard time denying the magic of the winter solstice.
Faced with an anemic employment market and financial woes, college graduate and former witch Mina Mao lands an HR assistant job at Frost and Sons. Having spent her day saving Christmas from Frost Junior’s Grinch-like behavior, she accepts the gift of Madame Eve’s service and heads over to the Castillo Capital. When her date turns out to be her childhood crush and workplace nemesis, she braces herself for the sexiest icy ride of her life.
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy, Interracial/Multicultural
Excerpt (R-Rated) And Yummy!
Yawning, he settled more comfortably into the seat and embraced the lulling haze. His mind wandered to the day Mina had showed up for an interview. In a departure from her current fashion slump, she’d worn a short skirt suit and glossy-black high-heeled pumps. On her way out, she’d swung by his office to drop off his major weakness—Shanghai White Rabbit Creamy Candy. He’d given her a high five and wished her luck.
That day, she’d stayed for no more than a few minutes and had left the door open. But in this foggy, slumbering vision somewhere between the dreams he could never recall and actual memory, he reached over her shoulder to shut it.
A mischievous grin on her face, she tilted her head back and met his gaze. “What do you want, Jack?”
He lifted his index finger and placed it over his lips. “Shh....”
Sashaying past him with feline grace, she shrugged off her jacket to reveal a crimson silk blouse. After draping the discarded garment over an office chair, she turned to face his desk. Placing her palms on the suddenly clutter-free glass, she threw him a sideways glance and motioned him over with her head.
The warmth of balmy fall allowed her to show off those smooth, toned legs. The tailored dark-green cotton hugged her ass’s subtle curve, the back slit giving him glimpses of her creamy thighs.
Coming up behind her, he closed one palm over her mouth. She remained still, her small body trembling as he nibbled her neck. He grazed his teeth over the slender slope, pausing to suck a bright-red hickey onto her snowy skin.
Hearing a muffled moan, he clamped his fingers tighter as he slid his other hand under her skirt. Finding damp heat, he yanked down her panties. The scarlet lace fell to circle her four-inch heels.
Biting her earlobe, he whispered, “Stay quiet, or everyone will know I’m fucking you.”
With one hand, he unbuckled his belt and freed his erection, his other arm still holding her in silent captivity. He kicked her legs apart and hiked up her skirt. Sliding his length between the creamy cheeks, he probed her wet opening with the tip of his cock.
A loud feline hiss jerked him out of the dream. Sharp claws dug into his thighs as the chair rolled back and hit the wall. The cat scampered off his lap. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to remember where he was. Once his mind regained focus, he glanced down at his crotch and noticed the very visible bulge. He could see why she’d reacted in a rather extreme fashion.
With a soft popping sound, the woman whose bare butt he’d envisioned appeared in front of him, her snowflake earrings swaying against the sides of her rosy face. At least she’d lost the Santa hat. “What the heck were you thinking about?”
The most honest answer would give her the wrong idea. After all, he wasn’t attracted to her. He’d happened to be envisioning office sex with someone who bore a remarkable resemblance to her, at the same time he got an erection, while she’d been on his lap—all unrelated events.
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About Tara Quan
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, Tara enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, paranormal worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after. Learn more at www.taraquan.com
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Today I'm hosting Lea Bronsen and her sizzling new story, High-Risk Fever! Welcome, Lea!
Thank you so much for hosting me! I'm incredibly happy to share this new release. I started it in response to an erotica anthology call in the spring of 2013. The antho didn't happen, but I continued writing, broadening my genre spectrum from hetero erotica to GLBT and ménage.
Though I'd already told the story of a gay boy in my debut novel, describing full-on gay acts and choreographing steamy foursome scenes so long they spanned over several chapters was a new experience and quite the challenge! *laughs* I hope you enjoy this wild ride of mine as well :) (VS- fanning self! A must read indeed!)
Two young and indecently handsome bicyclists visit a village in the French Alps during the summer holidays. Forced by a raging storm to spend the night at the local bed & breakfast, they invade the quiet lives of hostess Anne and her husband, Brian.
A power outage plunges the foursome into darkness, encouraging new liaisons to form, life-long secrets to be unveiled, and steamy lessons to be learned. But once the storm moves on, can the four find a balance and resume their normal lives?
Breathing deeply to calm her nerves, she approached the unfortunate bicyclist and bent to grab his handlebar.
Surely by pure coincidence, one of his gloved hands landed on hers, curling strong fingers around her small ones and helping her pull until the bike stood upright between them.
Still, even as he stood on his feet, his hand lingered, holding hers firmly on the hard-plastic handle.
Anne looked up into his face, seeing him for the first time. How in the world had she missed such a jewel earlier? Among tanned, Latin features, a pair of black diamonds sparkling with mischief stared back without shame. His long, black locks were swept back in a ponytail, revealing a single golden earring in his left lobe. Large chest muscles heaved beneath a tight, pink spandex shirt, begging to be caressed by a woman’s hand, and black chest hairs peeked from the open collar.
Unable to believe the seductive intensity he exuded, she sucked in a breath and held it while the world narrowed. Her head buzzed. “What?”
“What?” The beautiful bicyclist used the same low tone, his full lips forming a teasing grin inches from her face. He was so near she could smell his hot breath. Intoxicating.
How had he come so close? And how long before her husband noticed?
Thankfully, Brian’s calm, indifferent voice rose behind her, addressing the blond bicyclist. “So you’re looking for a place to stay?”
“Yeah. We’ve already asked in several different villages on our way here.”
Anne tugged at her trapped hand and took a demonstrative step back. “Please.”
“Oh.” Feigning surprise, the dark beauty lifted an eyebrow and removed his hand, allowing her to retrieve hers. “Sorry,” he added, rolling a thick R with his tongue, keeping his lips parted a second too long. A move so deliberately naughty, her stomach knotted with need.
As she retreated, he studied her face with a grin, arrogance and amusement gleaming in his dark eyes, before turning his attention to the two other men.
Blood pulsing in her temples, she copied his movement.
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ABOUT LEA BRONSEN:
Lea has always had a vivid imagination and written since an early age. Now juggling life as a mother, full-time worker, and thriving author, she struggles to find any reading time - but when she opens a book, she wants it fast, hot, and edgy! Striving to give her own stories the same intensity, she currently divides her writing time between psychological thriller, erotic contemporary romance, and dripping erotica.
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Welcome to the VS Morgan site! I'm super excited to be a part of the Beyond Fairytales blog hop.
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Character Summary: Hunter
Origin: Wolf Shifter
Physical Characteristics: 6'5", muscular build
Profession: Master Assassin
Talents: 100% accuracy when shooting. Trash-talking
Family: Father (deceased), mother, and younger sister
Likes: Sex, cussing, and meat
Dislikes: Dirtbags, stupid people, and tofu
Character Summary: Casey Smith
Origin: Wolf Shifter
Physical Characteristics: 5'9", stocky build
Talents: Artistic. Elevating others' moods
Family: Raised by human adopted mother (deceased)
Friends: Miss Priss (his dog) and Glenn
Likes: Being happy
Dislikes: Not controlling his wolf
Artist Casey Smith lives a quiet life, under the radar of his enemies, until one fateful night he loses control and the astonishing image of a wolf racing down a suburban street splashes all over social media.
Hunter’s bullet never misses its target. The assassin seeks out and kills his prey with a clear conscience by following two simple rules: 1) Don’t kill innocents 2) Don’t kill shifters.
Realizing his latest assignment violates those rules, the hunter activates Princess Protocol and the assassin becomes the protector. Red hot attraction flares between the hit man and his former target. Can Hunter resist the sweet shifter in his care?
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Author: London Saint James
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Release Date: November 4, 2014
Genre: Contemporary, erotic romance, suspense, thriller, spanking
Heat level: 5
Word count – 49k
Cover art by Mina Carter
As the personal assistant to the owner of one of the top engineering firms in Denver, Tiffany Brooks has worked hard at maintaining a professional façade, intent on ridding herself of terrible habits—like her attraction to bad boys. But when the owner of DC Construction rides his chopper into her world two years after their one-time anonymous sexual encounter, everything turns upside down.
Declan Cage is the type of guy who makes a lasting impression, especially with women, yet the gorgeous assistant at Stoub Engineering never remembers his name—or does she? Intrigued by her game, her sexier than sin body, and an infuriating prissy attitude, Ms. Brooks is begging to be taken into hand, and he’s the man to do it.
Armed with the knowledge Declan doesn’t recognize her, will Tiffany give in to her desire for him yet again, or will her past come back to haunt them both and ruin their chance at something real?
Tiffany Brooks heard the familiar tocato-tocato-tocato sound of a purring motor. She
swiveled in her office chair to look out the window and saw him park his custom
chopper next to her car on the paved lot of Stoub Engineering.
Straddling his chrome bike wearing chunky leather-work boots, jeans, and a simple
white T-shirt, Declan Cage set her heart to pitter-pat.
She touched her chest and groused, “You’re not attracted to him, Tiffany.”
Tucking a piece of sable-brown hair behind her ear, she straightened her shoulders
and put on her toothy-white smile.
“Good morning,” she said when he entered the building.
“Morning, Ms. Brooks.”
She observed him coming toward her desk and willed her face to look pleasant, yet
restrained. She needed to keep her gaze particularly uninterested in him although the
smug politeness she plastered across her features was hard to accomplish. Declan had a
swagger that made her want to gawk at him.
“How are you today?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” she said. “And you?”
Her response was a blank faced, “I’m sorry. I’m not good with names.”
He crinkled his brow, and the muscle in his jaw flexed. Yeah. There it was. The look.
She’d definitely gotten under his skin.
“I’m Declan.” He turned slightly to show her his back and gestured over his shoulder
toward the logo. The silver skull ring he wore on his thumb gleamed. “From DC
Construction,” he said. She couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles bulged beneath
“Oh yes.” She waved her hand about.
She knew who he was and had immediately recognized him the first time he’d
sauntered into the office over a month ago. She’d played it cool then, and she’d play it
cool now. Besides, revealing her little secret would be nothing but detrimental. Yet even
if it was a dangerous game, she loved bugging the hell out of him with her I’m-bad-with names
thing, especially since she imagined he wasn’t used to a woman forgetting him.
Continuing with the I’m-a-busy-professional-who’s-not-impressed-by-you farce, she
casually glanced at her laptop, flipped the lid closed, then looked back up at him. “How
may I help you today?”
“Matthew called me this morning. He said he left some plans here and I should come
by to pick them up.”
“Plans for the Cherry Hills project, right?”
Declan smiled, and his dimples made an appearance through the brownish stubble on
his face. Tiffany shook her legs beneath her desk a couple of times then stopped the
nervous movement, glad he couldn’t see them.
“Yes,” he said. “For the parking garage.”
She rolled her chair back and stood, sliding her hands down the sides of her hips,
hoping to smooth out any wrinkles in her skirt and secretly wishing to bring attention to
her curves. She removed her sweater so the silk and lace tank top hidden beneath could
be seen. When she flopped the garment over the back of her chair, she straightened her
spine and pressed her ample breasts out.
“Follow me,” she said, tugging at the hem of her shirt.
Satisfied she’d given him a fairly good view of her hourglass figure, she glanced up.
Declan stood beside her, and even though she wore four-inch heels, he towered above
her. His height sort of intimidated her, but her body didn’t seem to impress him.
He pulled a cell phone from the leather holder hooked to his jeans and stared at the
screen. “Sorry,” he said in a bored tone. “I forgot to send a text.” His fingers tapped. He
put the phone away in a lackadaisical manner. “Lead on.”
Unwilling to let his lack of interest faze her, she gave Declan her back and walked.
“The plans are in Mr. Stoub’s office.”
“Super,” he said.
She sashayed across the room with her chin held high, stopping at the marble counter
across from the conference room and pointing toward the fancy coffeemaker. “There’s
fresh coffee. Can I get you some?”
“No. I’m fine. But thanks for offering,” he said.
“Mm.” She continued toward the office, Declan following her. “Well.…” After walking
in, she eyed several elongated white tubes sitting on top of the oversized desk and
gestured toward one wingback chair. “Have a seat. It will take me a second or two to find
the right drawings.” She walked around the office furniture as Declan sat on the edge of
the chair. Picking up one tube, she read the label. “Sawyer,” she said and set it down in
too much of a rush. Her hand accidently hit the other containers. They jostled and
started to roll. She tried to stop their momentum, but several of the cylinders went over
the side and hit the floor. “Geez Louise.” Tiffany sidestepped and bent to get them.
Declan had already jumped up to help her.
“Here, let me,” he said, coming to her side and squatting next to her.
When he reached for the mess, his right arm brushed against the top portion of her
left shoulder. She sucked in a breath at the contact and thought her heart would stop
from the frisson of energy snapping over her skin. Every part of her body became aware
of him. He was potent. And virile. A rough, intoxicating man in his prime.
Refusing to be reduced to a quivering weakling, she reminded herself he was only a
man, akin to any other, and turned to see his face. “Thank you.”
He met her gaze. “Anytime.”
Those eyes. The color of the sea. Deep, blue-green, and fathomless.
Who was she trying to kid? Declan Cage wasn’t just any man. She looked away and
focused on something else.
Tiffany fixed her attention on the clutter she’d created, but she was still watching
him—staring at his large hands while he gathered up the blueprint holders. She licked
her lips and pictured those hands on her body, fondling her.
Author Bio & Links:
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.
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So to make this a little more interesting than just showing off my sexy cover and giving you a quick snippet from my new upcoming release from Decadent, I thought I’d give you some fast five’s at each blog who is featuring my new shiny cover. That way you get to know a bit about the crazy characters and the fantastic world of Sisera that is featured in Don’t Call Me Iron Man. And for this stop you’re going to get a quick glimpse into Ivan’s best friend Dante
Fast Five about Dante:
1. He plays piano at Paddy McFee’s
2. Is in a relationship with another man.
3. Is the only person that’s brave enough to call Ivan, Iron Man to his face.
4 Often plays darts with Ivan
5. In the end is a true blue friend, and sticks next to Ivan’s side, even when Ivan doesn’t want him to.
Once upon a time...there was this guy. A man who had an IQ out of this world and was arrogant enough to give the legendary Tony Stark a run for his money. He had everything he could ever want - a good job, more money than he knew what to do with, and all the sex he wanted - no strings attached. But that all changed on one fateful night...
The last thing Ivan Chugunov expected when he dropped by his favorite haunt for a few brews was to be entertained by a mysterious storyteller. But as he listened to the man's tale of a prince and an oddity that went by the name of Iron John, he found himself lost in the story...only to awaken in another realm - one with a quest - for him. Repair the purifier vital to all those who lived and retrieve a medical unit. Seemed simple enough and a small enough price to pay to return to his own realm. Well, until he finds out that said 'LT-1789 unit' is actually a reclusive cybernetic man. One who will demand his own price of Ivan - three nights of unbridled sexual bliss...with Ivan at his mercy. Only then will he return to the royal clutch. Can Ivan, a man who relishes control above all else, submit to a man who may be more machine than human?
“How many times do I have to tell that asshole not to call me Iron Man? I’m not some damn superhero.” He hung his leather bomber on the coat rack next to the bar then stepped up to the bar. The owner and resident barkeep, Shamus O’Connor, stood behind the long expanse of polished teak and just smiled. After drawing a draft of Ivan’s favorite on-tap AmberBock, Shamus set the frosty glass on a napkin in front of him.
“I reckon if you want the lad to quit a’calling you that, you might wanna shave off your fancy facial hair.” Shamus chuckled as he wiped a nonexistent splatter from the bar with the white towel that had been draped over his shoulder.
Ivan rubbed his goatee. Shave it off? Not in this lifetime. It covered the large port-wine birthmark on his chin. Besides, he’d worn it a helluva lot longer than those damned Iron Man movies had been out.
“Shamus, it’s not just that Tony Stark mustache and beard. It’s his attitude.” Dante sidled up to the bar along with his lover, Ronan.
Ronan smiled up at Ivan. “Naw, it’s not just the facial hair. It’s all those crazy inventions he comes up with.” He tapped Ivan’s arm. “Dad told me the other day you came up with another new part which is supposed to revolutionize the security industry.”
Ivan’s cheeks warmed. Ronan’s father had worked with him at Herman’s & Sons Security Services since the day they’d hired him. For a long time, he’d been Ivan’s mentor and teacher, and with Ivan moving into one of the coveted senior tech jobs, the man always bragged to anyone who would listen about Ivan’s accomplishments.
“No offense, Ronan, but your dad thinks that about every new project I work on. Once you finish that fancy degree of yours, you’ll put my little inventions to shame.” He shifted on the bar stool, uncomfortable with the accolades. He invented to satisfy his own curiosity and pay his bills, not bask in the limelight.
“As if.” Ronan sighed and shook his head, before stepping up on his toes to give Dante a kiss. “Later, babe. Have a good set. I’ll keep the sheets warm for you.” Then he disappeared into the crowd.
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So a little about me? Well, I've been writing for nearly as long as I've been able to type. Being dyslexic, my first typing class was a godsend (and yes, my dears it was called typing in those days.) And with the encouragement of my family and a determination to give stories to the voices in my head, I've been writing for the past six years. Initially I started out with erotic romance, BDSM, and menage under another pen name. All that changed in early 2013, however. As an avid reader of M/M erotic romance, I finally decided to take the plunge into writing it myself. But to keep my readers happy, I have decided to split my work between two identities. Most of my contemporary erotic romance, BDSM and Menage books will still be written under my Dakota Trace pen name, while almost all of my M/M work will appear under N.D. Wylders.
When I'm not clacking away at the keyboard, I'm riding herd over my three children, great-niece and nephews. But if I have the time... you may find me in the kitchen cooking up something delicious, tinkering around on the computer with cover art, or simply devouring the latest M/M romance book on my e-reader.
But I'm never too busy to talk to my readers, so feel free to hit me up on Facebook, Twitter or even through my website.
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V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.