Spotlight
& GIVEAWAY with
Nix,
Sarble, Belle, Smythe, and Ellis
Hey
everyone! Today's post is a long one. I have an anthology to share
with you and it included five … got that? … FIVE … authors!
Each author has a section with their story, the blurb, and an
excerpt. That means FIVE excerpts! Whoot whoot! There is a lot for
you to experience today so I am going to leave things at that and get
started. Please allow me to welcome to the blog:
Imogene
Nix,
Seanna
Smythe,
Bianca
Sarble,
Kate
Belle &
Alysha
Ellis
**EDIBLE
DELIGHTS, VOLUME 2**
Contributing
Authors: Imogene Nix, Seanna Smythe, Bianca Sarble, Kate Belle &
Alysha Ellis
Genres:
Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, Futuristic Romance, Historical
Romance, Paranormal Romance, Regency Romance
Publisher:
Secret Cravings Publishing
Release
Date: July 17, 2013
Heat
Level: Sizzling
Word
Count: 76,000
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Links
**IMOGENE
NIX**
**The
Chocolate Affair**
Deanna
has one love. The Scheherazade Chocolate Factory. When it’s bought
out by an off world consortium, they send someone to inspect their
purchase.
JD
Ruan is their expert investigator. But JD has a secret. He’s a
demon. And not just any kind of demon –a Pleasure Demon.
Secrets,
abilities and hidden truths will find their way… especially when
chocolate is involved.
**BIO**
A
mother of two, compulsive reader and bookstore owner. She lives in
regional Queensland, Australia with her husband, 2 daughters, dog,
cats and prize winning chooks. She has a particular fondness for
Vampires, Star Ship Captains and things that go bump in the night.
She
is also a firm believer in writing what you enjoy… something she
strictly adheres to!
You
can find out more about Ms. Nix in the following places:
**EXCERPT**
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If
you are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this
site.
The whole morning passed in
a haze of self-recriminations. She shouldn’t have given in to the
urges that woke her. Deanna tried to paper over it with the excuse of
the mountains of work that needed completing but her conscience
nipped and bit at her.
Every file she opened dealt
with pleasure of some form, reinforcing the choice she had made, and
grating on her already raw nerves. She kept reliving the decision.
One she bitterly regretted now. Each new issue—from staffing to
ordering —increased her anger at herself, fanning the flames
roiling within her belly.
She snapped at staff when
they buzzed, grouched at the coffee machine and stalked through the
corridors. By lunchtime, her temper had frayed enough that everyone
in the office walked wide circles around her.
It seemed inconceivable that
having given in to the need, she now experienced an anger that left
her at odds with everyone, including herself. She slammed the file
back to the desk, letting out an irritated sound, before rubbing her
brow. Thoughts of her own behavior rode her without mercy.
The door opened and Deanna
opened her mouth to deliver a blistering set down as JD entered. She
swallowed her angry words as he slipped inside, shutting the door
softly behind him.
“According to your staff,
this is unfamiliar behavior for you.” JD indicated at the untidy
piles of files with a small smile. “Now, how about you and I take a
lunch break while you tell me about what has you using the staff as
chew toys.” He softened the words with a smile and she groaned
inwardly.
Nice going Deanna. Way to
make the boss think you’re capable of running the show when he
leaves.
Deanna rose, ready to
apologize for her unprofessional behavior, but instead found him
beside her. His hand slipped under her elbow and gently guided her to
the door. With no other choice, except to look foolish, she accepted
his guidance to the front door. During the short walk, she thought
through her actions during the day so far. Her introspection made her
stomach churn nervously.
A luxury transport vehicle
waited and JD smiled, stopping her short. How and why? The
question swirled as he indicated that she should precede him within.
With a small, silent nod,
she climbed into the large vehicle, noting the plush interior. The
padded white seats, darkly tinted glass and soft piped music felt
amazingly decadent. A silver ice bucket nestled in a corner, bearing
a bottle of champagne, which she knew cost a lot of credits from the
quick glance at the label. JD climbed in beside her and the door
shut. She breathed deeply, hoping to calm her nerves.
Last night’s dream kept
playing over and over in her mind. His proximity played havoc with
her nerves. She wanted to touch him, a thoroughly unusual reaction
for her. Instead, she straightened her spine and scootched a little
further away, closing her eyes in self-disgust.
Right. Like he has the
same problem I do—unrequited lust for nondescript little me. Deanna
snickered at herself silently. Ha! He’s so gorgeous, he could
probably get any woman he wants. You, Deanna, don’t even make the
cut. Even Eric, her husband of five years had called her
interesting, rather than beautiful.
The vehicle moved, with
vibrations so slight she almost missed them as they pulled into the
traffic. Deanna watched the cars traveling around them, while
battling to regain her equilibrium.
“So, I’m thinking lunch
and a glass of wine to give you time to mellow.” His hand waved
through the air as Deanna restrained the urge to roll her eyes at his
languid voice. “Then you tell me what is bothering you, today.”
“I, um—” Deanna
stopped as they pulled into the marina. “Where are we going?” Her
head whipped around and she saw JD smile with a hint of devilry as
she made to explain why they couldn’t have lunch here.
“To my boat, which will
take us somewhere we can talk. Undisturbed. There is only the
captain. Once we get to our destination, he and the chef will make
themselves scarce.” She opened her mouth again while his face
sobered. “Look, something has been riding you all day, and the
entire office is treading carefully. They are afraid they are going
to fall through the thin ice you’re burying us in.” A gentle hand
touched her knee and she nearly jerked in reaction.
His comment about what was
riding her, unintentional or not, nearly sent her through the roof.
Raunchy visions invaded her mind at his words. They were not what he
had in mind, she was sure. So Deanna breathed shallowly, hoping to
dispel the memories that turned her knees to water, and filled her
with a burning need.
The
door opened and he alighted. She stepped out, straight into his arms.
The slide of his clad body against hers ratcheted up the emotions
that churned inside her belly. She sucked in a breath, ready to ask
him to let her go, but instead his scent enveloped her.
**ALYSHA
ELLIS**
**My
Lord's Table**
Gently-bred
Susan Brody arrives in 18th century London starving, penniless and
desperate to find a job. When a chance-met acquaintance offers to
help, Susan happily accepts a position as housekeeper in the home of
Lord Winslade.
But
the position is not what she expects it to be. She is greeted by a
grim manservant, who locks her in a room and orders her to wear the
scandalous costume she finds there.
She
is forced to attend an erotic banquet of carnal and epicurean
delights, presided over by the darkly sinister Lord Winslade.
Susan’s
expectations of domestic service shatter as she is seduced into
fulfilling appetites of an entirely different order.
**BIO**
Alysha
Ellis lives in Australia on a diet that consists entirely of
chocolate, champagne and strawberries. She write stories your mother
would never let you read, even now that you're all grown up - but
what Mama don't know can't hurt her.
Live
on the wild side a little. Her motto is always,Bad girls have all the
fun!
You
can find out more about Ms. Ellis in the following places:
**EXCERPT**
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reading any further you are stating you are at least 18 years of age.
If
you are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this
site.
Susan thought she understood
the concept of a kiss, but nothing prepared her for this total
subsummation, this overwhelming of her senses.
When he at last lifted his
head, her dazed mind held only one thought. “More.”
“More food?” His voice
was a dark hum shivering across her sensitized skin. “Or more of
this?” He closed his teeth on her earlobe.She whimpered.
“I…I…just more.”
He chuckled and slipped one
hand out from behind her,then reached out to run his finger through
the dish once more. “We seem to have lost the spoon,” he
murmured, “so we’ll have to make do with this.” He stoked along
her lip,then swooped down to leave a trail across the tops of her
breasts. The same gesture had begun the orgy downstairs, but here,
in the privacy of the room it seemed not vulgar but unbearably
erotic.
His mouth followed the
trail, taking tiny licks and nibbles. Susan’s head dropped back and
she sank further into his sensuous spell.
The low neckline of the
scandalous red dress offered him no obstruction. With an expert flick
of his finger, he pulled her nipple free. “I want to taste you,”
he said, his tongue curling around the sensitive tip, shaping it into
a hard bud. “Sweeter than sugar could ever be.”
He suckled there for a
moment.Beads of fire shot from where his mouth moved to burst into
conflagrations sizzling along her nerves.
He lifted his head. “You
are a banquet for my delectation. But I would enjoy the feast far
more if the covers were removed.”
Before Susan was fully aware
of what he intended, he had undone the row of buttons closing the
embarrassingly short distance between the scooped out neckline and
the waist of her dress. In another second, he had it gaping.He pushed
the bodice down to puddle about her hips. “Stand up.We will rid
ourselves of this encumbrance.”
Still obedient to his every
word she stood, allowing him to press the red silk into a pile at her
feet. The maid had provided no camisole.He hooked his thumbs into
waistband of the soft drawers Susan had donned, and untying the bow
at the sides at the same time, he shoved them down to join the bundle
at her feet.
She stood there before him,
he in his dark, elegant evening clothes—she, naked, a pink flush
running over her skin, fighting the desire to clasp her hands across
her breasts, or the triangle of hair at the juncture of her legs. She
fought the urge because she wanted him to see her. A wanton part of
her wanted him to enjoy her nakedness.
He pushed her back onto the
sofa, then scooped up another dollop of cream. With his elbows, he
nudged her thighs apart and smeared a long line down her center. “As
sweet as you are, I find the thought of feeding myself from your soft
skin strongly appealing.”
His
head dipped.His lips closed over a knot of nerves she hadn’t known
she possessed. He sucked, murmuring his approval as she tensed and
shivered. With each movement of his jaws, each humming vibration of
his low voice, a spiral coiled tighter and tighter inside her. A
strange pressure contradictorily filling her even as some deep
nameless hollow opened.
**SEANNA
SMYTHE**
**Never
On A Sundae**
Delicious
delights you’ve dreamed of but Never on a Sundae.He was confident
that what he was about to ask for wouldn’t be your average ice
cream dream.
Evie
doesn’t believe love is forever, so when things get a little too
hot with Sydney-sider, Aidan, she disappears to Newcastle and buys an
ice-cream parlor, Never on a Sundae. But fate conspires against her
when Aidan rides into town on his Harley looking for a unique idea
for an ice cream cake for his brother’s bachelor party. Can Aidan
melt Evie’s heart?
**BIO**
A
little naughty and a whole lot nice, Seanna Smythe writes
3-chilli-hot romance with heart. Sizzling heroes and playful
heroines, each with a story to tell, will take you on the adventure
of lifetime with a guaranteed happy ending.Take my hand and walk
with me…
You
can find out more about Ms. Smythe in the following places:
**EXCERPT**
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If
you are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this
site.
Aidan
pushed away from the doorframe as his body responded to the memories.
If she wasn’t so absorbed in tasting her creation, he would’ve
thought she taunted him. The banana slipped between her lips with a
smooth rhythm as chocolate syrup gathered at the corners of her
tempting mouth.
“Better
than sex!” she declared, licking at the chocolate.
“Then
you’re doing it wrong,” Aidan said, deciding she should know he
was there.
Thick
dark lashes flew open to reveal big, baby blue eyes as she slowly
withdrew the banana from her lips. “Aidan!” Shock registered in
her voice at the sight of him. “How long have you been standing
there?”
“Long
enough.” A lazy smile trickled across his lips as he watched her
reaction.
“I
didn’t hear you come in.” She pushed away from the counter and
turned around, her hands searching for something to put the banana
onto.
“Apparently
not.” The lazy smiled widened into a wicked grin. A leggy blonde,
sucking on a banana and thinking about sex? Now there was a
combination no red-blooded, heterosexual male could fail to enjoy.
She
looked at her chocolate stained fingers as her hand hovered over a
damp cloth near the blender. With a shrug she licked the chocolate
from her fingers. One by one, she treated each finger to the flick of
a smooth pink tongue.
“What
brings you back to town?” Seemingly satisfied she couldn’t
possibly get any more chocolate off her fingers, she leaned over the
sink to turn on the tap.
“Danny’s
bachelor party.” Aidan stuffed his fists into his pockets to ease
the rub of his jeans. The view of that sweet ass as the skirt
caressed firm cheeks almost finished what the banana had started.
“Ahh,
Danny.” Evie shook the excess water from her hands and patted them
dry on her apron. She turned back to give Aidan a once over of her
own. “He swore it would be a cold day in hell before he got
married…looks like your little brother has had a change of heart.”
Aidan
watched the movements of her long-fingered hands as she removed her
apron, folding it neatly. Those neatly manicured nails had once
caressed the contours of his back, teased his nipples and stroked the
very part of him that now ached for release. Evie had not lost her
touch. Just one look and he was panting for more. He shifted from one
booted foot to the other as Evie stepped toward him.
“Looks
like you have a small problem,” she said, stopping within two feet
of him, her eyes boldly raking the strained denim.
Still
the same Evie, the girl who didn’t hesitate to say what was on her
mind. He smiled and leaned forward enough to whisper into the space
between them. “We both know it was never a small problem. We could
always put the left over chocolate sauce to better use.”
Evie
stepped closer, her head angled toward his until their lips were
inches apart.
**BIANCA
SARBLE**
**Flavor
Of The Month**
When
Cate Gallagher thinks her day can't get any worse, Patrick Garrett
comes along to prove her wrong. The sexy stranger awakens her long
forgotten libido but she knows from past experiences his type is best
avoided at all costs.
Patrick
is sure the chemistry between them will set the sheets on fire, if
only she would give him a chance. He hatches a seduction plan to show
her exactly how right they could be.
But
getting the girl isn't the only obstacle to their Happy Ever After.
Misunderstandings and assumptions bring their heat level to boiling
point and threaten to scorch their love.
Can
Cate overcome her past and let Patrick show her she's not just the
Flavour Of The Month?
**BIO**
Once
upon a time, in a land called Australia, there lived a delightful
young girl named Bianca who loved to read. As she grew older, her
sarcastic tendencies and warped sense of humor became evident, as did
her preference for raunchy romances.
Now,
as well as reigning over their 1/4 acre kingdom with the handsome
Prince that stole her heart and feeding their ever-growing children,
she not only reads everything she can, but pens her own deliciously
sexy stories.
You
can find out more about Ms. Sarble in the following places:
**EXCERPT**
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you are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this
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What was it about this man
that made her laugh? She wanted to stay mad, but it seemed impossible
whenever he was around. It didn’t hurt that he looked like a GQ
cover model or that his voice sent shivers down her spine, but the
kicker was the warmth in his smile.
“Okay, come in. I’ll
grab some coffee.”
While she worked on the
coffee, Patrick put the flowers on the counter before perusing the
sample tray. “So, what are we tasting tonight?”
Cate froze. Cake.
He’s talking about cake, not body parts. “Carolyn said she wanted
something different, so we have the cherry mud cake, Tia Maria mud
cake, Cookies & Cream, chocolate mud cake and last but not least,
butterscotch with its own caramel icing.”
“I’m guessing that’s
your favorite right?”
“My favorite is all of
them. It’s too hard to choose just one.”
As she approached the table
with the coffee, he surprised her again by coming around and pulling
her chair out for her. His body heat radiated against her back and
she had to stop herself leaning into his muscular chest. She gave
herself a mental slap to pull her professional mask back in place as
she sat. She broke off a piece of her first selection with a fork and
offered the handle to him.
“This is the cherry mud
cake. I have a recipe for a cream cheese icing that sets it off
perfectly.”
Keeping
his gaze on hers, he folded his fingers around her hand and guided
the fork to his mouth. He hummed and licked his lips as the flavor
exploded in his mouth, drawing her attention to his very lickable
lips. Maybe she should have served ice water instead of coffee
because she certainly didn’t need to heat things up.
**KATE
BELLE**
**The
Banquet**
Unattractive
and lonely James is a chef and restaurant owner who is obsessed with
Sheba, a sexy celebrity chef famous for her aphrodisiac recipes which
have saved James from a life of involuntary celibacy. James has
studied Sheba’s recipes and created the ultimate in aphrodisiac
desserts – chilli and rose infused chocolate – a recipe that
never fails to lure women into his lonely bed.
James
takes the opportunity to meet Sheba at a book signing during the
Sydney Writers Festival and woos her with a gift of his chocolates.
Sheba finds James’ special dessert irresistible and exchanges a
night of pleasure for the recipe. Two months later James receives an
invitation to Sheba’s annual banquet, a mysterious event everyone
who’s anyone in the hospitality industry is aware of but knows
little about. Nervous and out of his depth, James attends and is
introduced to a world where the boundaries between food and sex are
entirely blurred.
**BIO**
Kate
writes dark, sensual contemporary women’s fiction. She lives,
writes and loves in Melbourne, juggling her strange, secret affairs
with her male characters with her much loved partner and daughter,
and a menagerie of neurotic pets. She holds a tertiary qualification
in chemistry, half a diploma in naturopathy and a diploma in
psychological astrology. Kate believes in living a passionate life
and has ridden a camel through the Australian desert, fraternised
with hippies in Nimbin, had a near birth experience and lived on
nothing but porridge and a carrot for 3 days.
You
can find out more about Ms. Belle in the following places:
**EXCERPT**
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If
you are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this
site.
Sheba tentatively picked out
a chocolate and pressed it to her outstretched tongue. James felt the
familiar tug in his groin. Every one of Sheba’s movements elicited
raw lust in him. How did she do it, he wondered, wishing he could
adjust the bulge in his jeans without her noticing.
When Sheba opened her eyes
they were aflame. She licked her glistening lips.
“How do you make these? I
must know.”
James smiled
apologetically. “It’s a secret. I’m afraid if I told you, I’d
have to kill you.”
Sheba frowned, pouting
prettily. He could see she was used to having her own way. She picked
another chocolate from the box, thrusting it between her lips and
sucking enthusiastically. James watched her cheeks hollow as her
tongue worked the delicacy against the roof of her mouth. She closed
her eyes and a flush came to her cheeks. As he’d expected, the
recipe stirred desire within her. He was delighted the concoction
worked as well on Sheba as it did on more ordinary women.
When she opened her eyes she
gazed at him from under long lashes, a sexy smile turning up the
corners of her mouth.
“But you will tell me,”
she crooned, reaching up to stroke a solitary finger over his adam’s
apple to the hollow at the base of his throat, “since I inspired
the recipe, I think I deserve to know, yes?”
A swoon threatened to
swallow James whole. He rested his fingers on the edge of the table
to steady himself. As he gazed into Sheba’s round eyes a wondrous
realization dawned upon him. He held all the cards here. He had
something she badly wanted and could probably ask whatever price he
wanted for it. He watched, captivated, as she took another chocolate,
placed it seductively on her pink tongue, and made little moaning
noises as she chewed on it. All he wanted right then was to bury
himself in Sheba’s generous mouth.
“Perhaps you could
persuade me in some way. . .”
James held his breath,
feeling his heart pound in his chest, wondering if he’d been too
bold. Sheba surveyed him, tapping her index finger against a plump
bottom lip as she considered his proposition. A slow, sensual smile
spread across her face.
“I can be terribly
persuasive.” Sheba stuck two fingers over the waistband of his
jeans and pulled his pelvis toward her. “Perhaps you’d like to
come back to my hotel room and I’ll try to prise the secret out of
you.”
Sudden heat rushed to James’
cheeks. This was more than he dared wish for. He blessed the power of
his secret Mexican chili as he nodded his assent. He’d share the
recipe with her, but not the species of chili he used. He’d
searched long and hard to find it, the chili was rare, and he wasn’t
about to give the knowledge away for a quick fuck in a hotel, not
even with the woman of his dreams. The chili was the only thing that
gave him power over women, including Sheba.
“I’d love to be
persuaded. Just don’t torture me.”
She cupped his face in both
her hands, leaning in closer so he could smell her minty breath.
“Darling,
pleasure is far more persuasive than pain.”
**GIVEAWAY**
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“Edible
Delights Anthology, Vol 2”.
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mean that. Was. A. Lot! Right? But what fun! What an awesome time
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authors before? Your feedback is always welcome and I love reading
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I
wish everyone a terrific rest of the long holiday weekend. May your
days be filled with fun! Please be safe! I will see you all very
soon. Until then ...
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