Sunday, October 4, 2015

Release Party for Chelsea Blackstone, Erotic Romance Author

Chelsea Blackstone
Erotic Romance

   Please help me welcome new romance author Chelsea Blackstone. Her first book will be released October 6, but can be pre-ordered NOW at Smashwords. Follow her on FaceBook to learn more about additional books in the Whiskey and Pearls series.

About The Author:

     C.d. Blackstone was born in London. She came into this world with a Mont Blanc pen in her hand.
     While working at university she held a job at a nearby book store. Having always written poetry and short stories, C.d. took the plunge and expanded her writing world.
     Mirage is her debut attempt.
    Now living in New York City with her two cats, Monet and Hemmingway, the Brown brothers, (as they are affectionately referred to since they are Siamese) and her husband, Zane.

     Rothschild Publishing,  home of a stable-full of bestselling authors.  The biggest is a publishing phenomenon. Z T Black is the mysterious, elusive author, assessable by few responsible for writing the shocking new series.
      Jack Rothschild has no desire to run his publishing house, but finds himself forced to after his current head proves to be either overwhelmed by her position or has she lost her touch and grip on reality?
     Eliza beautiful, quiet, up and coming editor.  Jack takes an immediate interest in her by assigning a high profile author to her.
     Mayhem pursues and follows the pair...right into the bedroom. Jack finds himself shocked by the fact he's fallen in love - Eliza is without words that she's let this man into her inner sanctuary and has fallen for him as well.
     Are the rumors true that follow Jack around? Or are they part of the lies his former chief editor/publisher has released? And what about Z T Black?
     For Jack, being a billionaire has its advantages...and perks.

     Jack's chopper was ready and waiting when I arrived at the heliport. I was quickly whisked away to the Hamptons. I gazed down in amazement at the city below me. It was a sight to behold. The late afternoon sunlight shimmering from the west, reminding us the night was soon upon us.
     The house was anything but a house. It was a beach front mansion. But I shouldn't have expected anything less from this man. The chopper set down on the asphalt pad. As the pilot shut things down, I looked as a now familiar figure come quickly towards us.
     Opening the door, his head ducked down, he assisted me out of the craft. He put his hand on the top of my head as I exited; a reminder to keep my own head down until we cleared the still rotating blades.
     As soon as we were a safe distance and walking hand in hand towards his magnificent home that beckoned just in front of us, Jack stopped. He drew me against his rock hard body and lowered his mouth over mine. Resisting never entered my mind. I opened to him greedily as I felt one hand pull me further in.
     "Christ, Eliza. I've been fantasizing about you since you left my suite."
      "Really?" I teased. "In which position?"
     "All of them," he growled. "As long as I can be deep inside that tight little cunt of yours it doesn't matter. All I want to do is fuck you, Eliza."
     "Then I suggest we'd better continue on to the house, and then you can dismiss your staff. I want you all to myself."
     "Already done." He sealed his mouth over mine one more time, groping my ass with one hand as he did. It was a commanding, take charge kiss. "Come, before I fuck you right here on the lawn." He could have done it too. That's how turned on and wet I was for this man.
     He led the way to the house and straight up the stairs to what I assumed was the master suite. I never before had seen such elegance. A wall of windows faced the water, opening to a deck.
     Taking me in his arms once again Jack planted a lavish kiss on me. It was full of passion, our mouths melding together as one. I wanted more, much more.
     Quietly he unzipped my pants and pulled them over my hips. My thong followed, then my blouse and finally bra. I stood before him in nothing but my heels.
     He led me over to the bed as I watched him take off his clothes, our eyes locked on the other. Then he was on me. We rolled across the mattress, as he touched me everywhere. As he did it sent a charge through me, the likes I'd never felt. I thought I could come simply from his touch.
     "I can't get enough of you," he whispered, his lips moving across my face. He kissed me deeply in that special way of his. Everything about him turned me on, right down to the forcefulness he sometimes used to pleasure me. "I've never wanted a woman like I do you."
     "Then fuck me, Jack."
     "Not yet, you're not ready." Licking and nibbling he slid down to my breasts. Suckling on one, he plumped and played with the other. Reversing the process, I caught myself moaning.
     A shiver moved through me as he continued his trek and buried his face in between my legs. He growled softly and doe for the soft flesh. His tongue pushed into me causing me to almost come undone. My hips rocked, wanting more. He rewarded me with one final hard lick, then sucked my nub. The orgasm shook through me as he thrust his tongue inside me. He groaned against the swollen flesh of my clit as I rode wave after wave of my climax. I thrashed against him as I felt him thrust fingers in me as he massaged a tender spot inside me. I came again.
     In a second he was sitting up next to me as I heard a drawer opening, followed by the sound of foil tearing. Then he was over me, stretched on top of me, tucking me in to him. His face was full of lust, his eyes darkened and dilated.
     I waited in anticipation. He was huge and hard as he rammed into me. I gasped. The connection between us was intense. He was balls-deep inside me.
     I clenched around him, relishing the feel of him filling me. "Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me hard."
     His hips ground against mine as we established our rhythm. Moving his hands under my ass, he pulled me tighter against him as he started fucking me. Pleasure soared through me again.
     He buried his face against my shoulder, plunging hard and deep. His raw sex talk made me wild. "My god, Eliza. Feel how deep I am inside you. I've never had a woman make me so hard."
     Swiveling his hips to pleasure me I made small noises of need as his mouth covered mine. I was desperate for him, desperate to come. As an orgasm came to the edge, he placed one hand under my hip, cupping my ass, lifting me into his thrust. His cock stroked the spot inside me that ached for him.
     "I want you to come for me, Eliza, he ordered. "Now."
     And I did. I climaxed so hard I sobbed. The sensations enhanced by the way he held my body next to his. He held me tightly, his hips pumping into me as he came. "Eliza!"
     We lay afterwards clinging to each other tightly, mouths sliding over faces, throats, soothing. My entire body was alive with sensations I'd never felt before.
    "Oh my God," I finally whispered. "That was fucking incredible."
     I giggled, hugging him. With a soft kiss he sat up. He removed the condom, placing it in tissue paper before tossing it in a wastebasket next to the bed. "We'll shower, then go downstairs and eat. I have something special picked out. After that we'll see..." He winked at me, his face still full of the lust I'd seen moments earlier. I glanced down at his cock as he stood up. The man was still in a state of arousal.

The book will be available
October 6th!!




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a huge hit by ordering YOUR copy today!!



Twitter:  CDBlackstone948


Chelsea will be around for questions and comments.
Please welcome her as a new author.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Katie Allure Shares New Release with contest for Lawyer Up!

Katie Allure
Erotic Romance
            All rise…
       Three sizzling-hot, deliciously taboo erotic romances to stoke your mood.
     Wrongly accused in Attorney-Client Privileges, sexy but innocent Beth has nowhere to turn but straight into the arms of hotshot L.A. lawyer, Jon. Can this attorney manage to get her off in time?
     Liza reaches a meeting of the minds—and more—when she unleashes her inhibitions and gives herself over to the primal allure of Main Street lawyer Hawk in Of Unsound Mind and Body.
     In Of Writs and Writhing, fearless defense attorney Pat gets more than she bargained for when she goes toe-to-toe with New Orleans’ infamous Playboy Judge. When things get heated both in and out of the courtroom, more than temperatures rise.

Praise for Lawyer Up:

     “The sensuality and sexuality are palpable... 4 Stars!” — Romantic Times Book Reviews
      “Lawyer Up puts the sexiness back in suits and ties (especially ties) with a collection of sizzling stories exploring how bad a person can be in the bedroom while still keeping it legal… Best Romances of August” — Omnivoracious, The Amazon Book Review
     “Fast, fun, and definitely smoking...the old judge sure knows how to linguistically twist an argument!” — Talk Books to Me
   “Intense chemistry, great characterization, and a kinky page-singeing ending will have readers clamoring for more...” — Publishers Weekly
      Three different lawyers, three naughty stories—all quick, steamy reads that give new meaning to the term “Lawyer Up.”

      As Emmit reclined in his imposing judge’s chair—his seat of power—he tried to look at ease. They were alone in his court, late at night, and no one would bother them. He affected an air of casual perusal, his hand idly playing with the wooden gavel. His dark brown eyes flicked over the almost naked woman on her knees below him, but he held his countenance imperiously impassive, bored.
      Inside, however, Emmit burned with fiery, painful lust. He found it nearly impossible to keep from jumping to his feet to rush down to her, this woman who just a short while ago meant nothing to him—just one more uptight, hard-nosed lawyer among the many that performed in his court. Emmit could hardly believe that this was the same person with a reputation as an authoritative bitch—the one everybody had called Pat-ocrat.
      He understood now that the real Patricia had been there all along, had been waiting to emerge, hiding scared underneath her icy exterior. It was conceited, he realized, but Emmit liked thinking the true Patricia was his discovery, his secret revelation. He felt a growing connection between them, and the more he got to know this woman, the more he wanted her—all of her. It was a writhing ache that grew one hundred times worse the more he watched her kneel before him in naked submission.
      She looked magnificent, utterly luscious and feminine, her small, pert breasts thrust upward by the pull of the cuffs on her arms. Patricia’s chest heaved as she sucked in air nervously, drawing his eyes repeatedly to her breasts. Emmit itched to remove her bra and touch those gorgeous tits, play with them, tweak them firmly, before lowering his head to suck one into his wet, hungering mouth. Her hair cascaded around her bare shoulders, giving her a girlish, natural air, the sexy lingerie a touch of the siren. She was a fantasy come to life, and his total control of her heightened his desire.
      Emmit had always liked wielding power—he was a judge after all—but before now he had never realized how truly dominant he was sexually. Ordering her around was the most stimulating, thrilling thing he had ever done. To watch Patricia wait patiently for whatever he planned to do to her next was…unnerving…exciting…beyond arousing.
        It was truly the hottest fucking moment in his entire life.
      Emmit glanced back to her face and saw that Patricia was staring at him pleadingly, clearly wondering how long he would keep her waiting and what else he would demand of her. He locked eyes with her and allowed a slow, sly grin to spread across his face—wanting her to know just how much he admired the view—and was rewarded by her loud gasp. With obvious licentious intent, he lowered his eyes to the vee where her thighs met and stared intensely as if he could see straight through her silken panties to her wet pussy. Patricia whimpered then and squirmed, and his cock jerked urgently.
      He took several deep breaths to calm down. Shaking his head ruefully, Emmit realized that he had complete control of her but not over his own body. He had to get mastery over himself or he would lose it the minute they started what he planned—and that definitely wasn’t acceptable. He chuckled slightly at the irony, the sound harsh in the quiet space.
      To buy time to master his arousal, Emmit left her there several moments longer before he again locked eyes with her pleading ones. When he looked to her, he was struck by a sharp—shocking—mental joining with Patricia. The outside world ceased to exist. In that moment, there in his court with the woman he was falling for, the power and prestige of his judgeship meant almost nothing to him. The only thing that mattered was the authority he had over this special woman and her willing trust in him, which bound them together in mutual need.
        It was time.
      “Is the prisoner ready to perform her community service?”
       Patricia quivered visibly. “Yes, I am…sir.”
      His dick jerked again in response to her subservience. Was that an accident, he wondered? Did Patricia even realize she had sounded like a sex slave?
      Cloaked in his powerful judicial aura, Emmit rose slowly. He descended the stairs and approached her with methodical, aggressive steps, stopping just in front of her. Then he pulled his black robes aside to reveal the bulge in his pants. She watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, rock-hard shaft. Patricia gasped to see his huge, raging erection just inches from her face. He watched as her eyes traveled up his body to stare up at him, looking every inch the submissive fantasy of his wildest dreams.
       He wanted more.
      With a speaking glance downward, he asked the question—Will you take me in your mouth?—and again Patricia gasped. Emmit wondered then if he might have pushed her too far. He was wildly aroused by their game, but perhaps this was just too much.
      Then she smiled up at him and obediently opened her mouth…

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     Kate Allure is the creator of the Meeting Men series. She has been a storyteller her entire life, writing plays, short stories, and dance librettos throughout her childhood and later for semi-professional theater and dance companies. Her non-fiction writing included working for American Ballet Theatre and New York City Ballet and authoring a weekly arts column for local papers. Beyond writing, Kate’s passions include traveling and exploring all things sensual with her loving husband. Follow Kate at on Facebook, Twitter, and at

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