Today please welcome Amber Kell and send some sympathy her way, she’s not feeling so terribly well, poor thing.

How Stories Start!.
With my story Baiting Ben I started with the idea of what if you were fated to be with two people instead of one? Most of use can barely handle the one person we’ve got (or maybe I’m just thinking of me). How would they interact with each other? Would one get preferential treatment over the other? What could they do to stay a solid bond.

Baiting Ben
Benjamin Sallen entered the club with wide eyes and a hopeful heart.

It was a toss up what was more fascinating, the flashing lights, the flow of dancing bodies writhing half naked across the floor, or the scantily clad waiters sashaying around with trays of food.

After filling out innumerable forms to validate he was werekin, he was finally allowed through the club doors.

Coming out February 26th with Silver Publishing.

And now, a taster:

His enhanced werewolf senses absorbed the smells of sweat, lust, and sex. Never had he gotten so hard, so fast, but the pheromones filling the room would make anyone want to have sex. Ben had come to find a mate, but at that moment he would take hot, sweaty sex with a total stranger if it would take off the edge. As it was, his dick was trying to burst through the zipper of his favorite jeans. He wondered if this was the type of club that had room in the back for the convenience of its members.

Ben jumped back as a wereleopard slammed his partner against the wall and started dry humping him. Maybe they didn’t need a private area. Shaking his head, he walked through the dance floor, towards the bar. His throat was dry and he didn’t have to work tomorrow. His job as an independent CPA let him set his own hours and prevented him from having to answer embarrassing questions about why he couldn’t work on days close to a full moon.

After months of settling into his new environment and living without a pack, he yearned for the touch of another werekin. Even the brief brush of flesh from the shifters on the dance floor helped soothe the lonely animal beneath his skin. Despite leaving his Alaskan pack only six months ago, he was desperate for the company of others like him. Hunting under a full moon wasn’t the same without a pack, it lacked the joyous luster, and the prey he could catch was more of the rabbit variety, than a fully-grown deer.

Purchasing the club membership was his chance at a new life. If he met and mated with a local werekin he could get accepted into the pack. Even if he hooked up with another lone wolf at least they could become a pack of two, in werekin culture anything was better than one. Lone creatures didn’t survive long in the big bad world, especially small ones. At five feet nine inches, Ben was on the short side for a wolf shifter. He blamed that on his human mother. If he was full blooded he would easily have topped six feet. At least he could shift. He’d heard of half-blooded werekin who were unable to shift but still felt the call of the moon. Ben decided they must be in a special type of hell, one he was lucky enough not to be a part of.

Using his smaller size to slip through the crowds, he made his way to the long wooden bar that covered most of the back wall. The bartender moved with a fluidity that screamed cat shifter.
“What can I get you?” The bartender batted his long sable lashes over a pair of piercing sea green eyes. “Besides me.”
Ben chuckled. “A rum and coke, please.”
“Oooh a polite one.” The bartender’s hands moved so fast the motion blurred. In seconds he was presenting Ben’s drink with a flourish. “Anything else.”
After giving the cute cat a tip in the glass jar beside him, Ben flashed a grin of his own. “Not right now, but I’ll let you know if that changes.”

It wouldn’t. He was looking for one of his own kind. In his wilder days the cat would’ve been a prime hookup, but he was looking for something more permanent. Ben wanted a mate. He wouldn’t get it where he came from. At the Great Claiming none of the weres had stepped forward to choose him. Maybe if Dillon had been home things would’ve been different.

My second release coming out February 28th is called A Prideless Mate and is part of my Supernatural Mates Series.

What happens when a man with kids falls in love with a shifter who has no experience in being a father?

I thought about this. When two people are fated to be together what happens if there are other people involved. That is the case with Kevin when he falls in love with a werepanther.

Excerpt:

Kevin looked out the window at the pride of lions sunning on the porch, and released the sigh building in his chest. Leaning against the window frame he thought over his life. As much as he loved the ladies, the addition of Adrian, the alpha’s mate, brought back feelings he’d long suppressed. The craving for the touch of another man burned through him each time he saw Talon stroke Adrian’s skin.

Kevin didn’t want Adrian for himself—he wasn’t suicidal—but the looks exchanged between the mated pair reminded Kevin how good it could be with another man.

Equal.

As much as he loved the lush feel of a woman’s body, he’d always known it was the hard form of a man he preferred. Now that he had two cubs of his own, it was time to find his mate.

“Thinking about leaving us?” Tia, the mother of his little boys, wrapped her arms around his waist, settling her chin on his shoulder.

Kevin knew she was asking, more for curiosity, than that she cared if he left the pride. Tia was more than capable of raising their boys, but she was his friend and cared for him in her own offhand lion way.

Kevin sighed again. “Not really.” He nodded towards the couch where Adrian was curled up beside Talon. For a lone wolf, the smaller man was a cuddler. “Just wishing for a mate of my own, I want what they have.”

Tia tilted her head. “Extremely loud sex?”

Kevin threw back his head, laughing. “No. Well, I wouldn’t object to that either, but I meant a relationship with a guy.”
“Pickings are a little lean on the mountain, big guy,” Tia said, releasing him and giving him an affectionate pat on his back. “Maybe you should ask Adrian if he knows anyone.”

Shaking his head, Kevin looked at the pair. “I don’t think I could go for a wolf. Don’t get me wrong,” he held up his hands to ward off a blow, “there’s nothing wrong with Adrian. I just have a feeling my mate will be feline.” He took a careful step away from Tia in case she decided to attack anyway. The females were psychotically attached to Adrian, mostly because he made them chocolate treats. They all purred whenever he stepped foot into the kitchen. Kevin suspected Adrian laced his brownies with catnip, but he’d yet been able to catch the wolf at it.

Tia frowned. “There aren’t any other prides nearby. Oh!” Her face lit up. “What about that new dating service.”
Kevin let his expression show his opinion of that idea. “I’m not signing up with Werekin Wanted. I don’t care if they guarantee a match or your money back.”

“Hah!” Tia pointed an accusatory finger at him. “You looked into them.”

Kevin blushed. He hated to admit it. He had considered the site. Shit, he was getting desperate, but as Tia said there weren’t a lot of choices up on the mountain.

“I might have looked at the site, but I don’t think I can go through with it. I mean how pathetic is a guy who finds someone through an online dating service?”

“About as pathetic as a guy who’s afraid to try because he might fail,” Tia said. She nudged him with her shoulder. “The boys are old enough that you don’t need to be here all the time. They aren’t babies.”

“I know.” How could he explain that he had an unnatural affection for his children? Most lions would’ve moved on after his babies were born, but Kevin adored his five and seven-year-old and couldn’t bear to leave them.

For more info on the lovely Amber Kell check out her Blog!

Then I’ll begin. I have 5 eBooks to tell you about today. Yes, FIVE. I signed up with new publisher House of Erotica from established eBook distrubuters AndrewsUK and the next thing I know I’ve got 4 stories accepted and 5 new releases to promote!

So, here is the details for The Victoria Blisse Collection which is all four stories gathered in one anthology. I will give you the links to each individual story too, so you can buy them in whichever combination your heart desires!

The Victoria Blisse Collection

This collection of four short stories from award-winning erotic author Victoria Blisse has a mix of themes and is sure to suit all tastes! The stories include:

Scentsual
A femdom story set in the seaside town of Scarborough… Kelly is dominant and has a heightened sense of smell, so many of her memories, thoughts and feelings revolve around scents. She meets Rob on a trip to Scarborough and seduces him; their lust is instant but is Rob the submissive man Kelly really needs to fall in love with?…

Reluctant Muse
Carrie is a shy student who works in a fast food joint to make ends meet. Her boss is a bully and she meets Jamie when he stands up for her. She’s got terrible self esteem problems, but Jamie is an artist and wants to paint her naked. He’s also a dominant and he wants to play with her submissive side. Can Carrie overcome her fears and the ghosts of her past to fully give in to Jamie?

Till the End
Susan falls instantly in lust with a young student she employs to be one of the till staff at the supermarket where she is head of personnel. She is obsessed by him, but twice his age and convinced he could never be interested in her – that is, until the Works Christmas party proves differently…

Masquerading Hearts
Laura is out for revenge on her cheating boyfriend Jack, but no matter how many men she beds, she can’t get him out of her mind. A foursome with Jack in the mix might just be what she needs to get over him, but will it work?…

All the above are available via Kindle UK and Kindle US and will also soon be available on the iBookstore so you can read them on your apples. I never get reception on my Granny Smiths, maybe I’ll try a Golden delicious in future. :D

All joking aside, I hope you enjoy these stories, please let me know what you think by emailing me or leaving reviews on amazon or All Romance Ebooks, I love to know what you think about the characters and scenes that I write.

Oh yes I do so here’s this week’s Silver Flash! This is a hot little M/F story and I hope you enjoy it.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about it this time,” I said as his hands ran up and under my top, “I hate you.”

“I hate you too,” he replied, “but I want to fuck you and you obviously want to fuck me,” he cupped my bra-covered breast and squeezed, “and we’ve both got enough alcohol content in our blood to just do it right here, right now. It’ll be fun.”

“But Richard,” I gasped as he nibbled on my neck and moved his hands down to my waistband, “someone might see us.”
“We’re in a darkened corner of a night club even if people do see, they’re not going to care.”

He had a point and my body certainly wasn’t going to fight with him. His fingers insinuated between our bodies and into my knickers. He could feel how wet I was, there was no way I could deny my attraction to him now.

“Well go on then,” I hissed in his ear,”fuck me.”

“Not yet,” he panted, “I want you in a pliable, post orgasmic mess before I ram my dick into your cunt.”

Wow, that was exactly the kind of nastiness that made me hate my long standing employee and I would have told him so if I hadn’t been so taken up with coming all over his fingers.

He manipulated my skillfully, I couldn’t help myself and I even clung onto him and pumped my hips against him as the pleasure built. I bit down on the flesh of his neck as I came and he grunted.

“I’ll make you pay for that, bitch,” he gasped as he pulled me across to a bench in the darkest corner of the room. The other occupants of it were definitely too involved in each other to bother looking at us.

“Sit on this,” he said as he sat down and I noticed in the split second before he pulled me down into his lap that he’d already undone the flies on his trousers and his thick cock was hard already.

He speared me with his shaft, holding the crotch of my panties to the side until he was inside me.He wrapped his arm around me and arranged my skirt so to anyone looking we appeared like a couple in love, swaying to the beat and taking a rest from the dance orgy in the floor before us.

“Damn, Kirsty, your cunt is the best I’ve ever fucked.”

“Thanks,” I gasped as bumped back and forth enjoying the fullness of his cock inside me. I didn’t want to admit it but he was pretty special too. At work he rubbed me up the wrong way but I would never fire him because I looked forward to our weekends together far too much.

His fingers dug into me, he stopped thrusting and I felt him contract within me. He withdrew, my knickers slid back to their original position.

“Same time next week,” I gasped as our mouths met for an intense kiss the moment we stood up together.

“Oh yes, my darling wife. I’ll need it after you’ve made my working week hell.”

Just as much as I loved him. There’s a fine balance between hate and love

I hope you enjoyed this week’s Silver Flash if you want more, check these author’s out!

• Julie Hayes
• Sui Lynn
• RJ Scott
• Ryssa Edwards
• Pender Mackie
• Diane Adams

Hi. I am L M Brown and I would like to thank Victoria for letting me loose on her blog today. I’m just going to take a little time to tell you about where the idea for my new book Driving Me Crazy came from.

Monday mornings are not my favourite part of the week. Nope, not even close. When my alarm goes off on a Monday morning I want nothing more than to throw the clock across the room and snuggle back under the duvet. Thankfully for my clock it is situated on the other side of the room, so I have to actually get out of bed to switch it off.

One thing that does make it a little easier to bear is that the alarm isn’t some annoying bleeping and wailing noise, it is set to turn on the radio. Of course if the music track they are playing isn’t to my taste I might still get the wailing, but mostly I like what the local station plays.

It isn’t the music that perks me up though. It is the presenters of the breakfast show. They have a lively banter and no matter how dark and miserable that Monday morning is, they can usually raise a smile or two, which is quite an achievement on its own.

Now, you are probably wondering what in the world this has to do with my new book, so let me tell you.
As well as music, news and local weather reports, this particular breakfast show has regular opportunities for the listeners to interact with the hosts, and ones of those ways is by taking a guess at a question inspired by a survey. Questions like what do 7% of people have in their car? (Wellingtons apparently!) Or what do 20% of men and 70% of women do once a week? (I didn’t hear the answer to that one I’m afraid.)

Well, on one particular morning the question was: What is the most embarrassing reason for failing a driving test?

The answers provided by listeners varied from the mundane to the ridiculous. There were also a number of responses that were apparently not allowed on air, but at least gave the presenters a chuckle. Hey, it is a breakfast show!

Now, I don’t know what the answer to this particular question was. Unfortunately, I was already at work and without access to a radio when the right answer was revealed, so I don’t actually know what the answer was. However, it did produce a rather persistent plot bunny about a young man who fails his driving test because he is crushing on his instructor.

They say that people in love do crazy things. Brandon Walker can certainly relate.

Lusting after Lee Cooper, his sexy driving instructor, isn’t the most sensible reason for failing his driving test for the third time and when he discovers the damage he has inadvertently done to his instructor’s reputation and business, Brandon knows that he is on his last chance.

After persuading Lee to give him one final course of driving lessons Brandon makes it his priority to figure out if the spark he feels between them is one-sided or whether he can persuade his sexy instructor to move their lessons from the front seat of the car to the back.

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The heavy rain of the previous night had almost completely gone by the time Brandon Walker took to the roads for his driving test. The sun was out and the rush hour traffic jams had cleared for the morning. Conditions were almost perfect. The driving test was going well — too well, in fact. Brandon could see his examiner, Gerald Harris, nodding approvingly from the corner of his eye. This wouldn’t do at all.

The lights up ahead were changing to red, so he did what many drivers chose to do in that situation — he put his foot down and raced through them.

“You really shouldn’t do that,” Gerald told him reprovingly, looking and sounding like Brandon’s father. “I know we all do it from time to time, but it’s not advisable.”

“Does that mean I’ve failed the test?”

Gerald shook his head. “No, that isn’t bad enough to force me to fail you. Just keep going and try not to do it again.”

Damn. Brandon willed his mobile phone to ring. Reaching to answer it would further hinder his chances of passing; something he had discovered during his second driving test. Unfortunately, the phone remained silent.

At the next set of lights he pulled up behind several other cars and waited for the green light. He had to think of something and he had to do it fast.

“Keep going to the next set of lights, then turn left, please.”

Brandon nodded, thinking his way along the route ahead. They were heading for the bypass. There weren’t many sets of traffic lights in the direction they were going, and Brandon couldn’t guarantee they would be changing at the right time for him to run them. He wondered if a bit of impromptu road rage would make any difference. He couldn’t see the driver of the car in front of him very well; he could only tell the person behind the wheel was male. Would he take the bait if Brandon goaded him a little?

There was only one way to find out. The lights changed to green, and when the car in front of him didn’t move immediately Brandon hit the horn. “Come on Grandpa, get a fucking move on!”

Beside him Gerald gasped, but other than that he didn’t react. The driver of the car in front gave him the finger and Brandon hit the horn again. The other car finally moved, but at a snail’s pace. Brandon rejoiced inwardly when he realised the driver of the other car was deliberately keeping the pace slow to irritate him.

“What are you driving, a golf cart? Find another fucking gear!” He could hear Gerald’s tut-tut beside him. “Can you believe this jerk?”

Gerald declined to comment.

They carried on at the same slow place, Brandon hitting the horn on several occasions to see if he could goad the other driver a little more.

When they approached the turn for the bypass Brandon silently cheered to see the other car pull into the lane alongside him, clearly going in the same direction.

The bypass was popular with the teenage boys in the area who liked to race their cars against each other late at night. Brandon wondered if challenging the other driver would be going a little too far. Then he remembered he needed to fail the test, or else he’d never see him again. A race would be enough for a serious or dangerous fault, or at least he hoped so.

Gerald shook his head and made a note on his test paper.

Brandon glanced at the paper out of the corner of his eye. He wished he could tell if a fault had been recorded. Unfortunately he couldn’t quite see from this angle. Up ahead the traffic lights turned to red as he approached them. Brandon knew it was far too late to run them. Instead he pulled the car level with the other one and turned to take a good look at the driver. He was younger than Brandon and clearly pissed off at his antics.

“Hey, why don’t you stick to the bus?” the stranger called across. “If that’s what they’re teaching you in driver training, there’s no hope for the rest of us.”

Brandon flipped him off. “Why don’t you come over here and say that?”

The guy ignored him and revved his engine instead.

“Race you to the village,” Brandon called.

“I really don’t think that would be appropriate or advisable,” Gerald interrupted. “Not if you want to pass your test today.”

From the way he spoke Gerald made it clear that Brandon, despite his antics, might actually manage to scrape a pass on his test. His mind made up, he turned back to the other driver. “First one to the footbridge?” he suggested. A moment later the youth nodded in agreement.

Brandon grinned and sat back to wait for the green light.

Gerald shook his head. “Don’t you want to pass your test?”

It was on the tip of his tongue to say that he didn’t, but that would mean more questions, none of which he wanted to answer. As long as he failed, everything would be okay.”

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Thanks for joining us today! To find out more about L M Brown check out her website!

Ooo er missus! Don’t worry, it’s safe to look I’m not wearing a trench coat with nothing underneath! The kind of flash I’m indulging in today is purely fiction and is part of the Silver Flash collection that myself and my fellow Silver Authors have decided to create.

Each week we get a new prompt and then we write a piece of work between 500-1000 words. That’s why it’s flash fiction because it’s over in such a small amount of words!

This week’s prompt was “Funny how your eyes always look away when you say that.”

And here is what I’ve come up with! Warning, this excerpt is HOT from start to finish!

“Funny how your eyes always look away when you say that,” Gary said. “You know you don’t need to be embarrassed about sharing your needs with me,”

“Yes, Sir,” Connie gasped, her eyes still lowered from his gaze, “please fuck me now,” she begged.

“I don’t think you’re quite ready yet, my love. Since you can’t meet my gaze and beg for it. I think I shall tease you for a little longer.” He ran his hand down over her body from her neck, over her plump and luscious breast to her hip. She struggled in her binds, desperate to feel his touch in her intimate places. She was on fire with lust for him.

“We need to get one of these four poster’s for home,” Gary commented as he drew lazy patterns across her stomach with his fingers, “they’re really rather fun, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, Sir,” she panted in reply.

“I do love how stretched wide open you are.” He ran his hand down her inner thigh to her ankle and back, “all laid out for me to play with.”

He stroked past her pussy, low enough for her to feel it but not touching her enough to get her off. She mewled with frustration.

“So tell me, darling, what do you want?”

“I want,” she started, her gaze turned to the floor, “I really want…”

She let the sentence hang then lifted her gaze until she looked her handsome husband directly in the eye.

“I want you to fuck me.”

“That’s a good girl,” he smiled and untied her legs from the bottom corners of the expensive hotel four poster bed, “now I’m going to give you just what you want.”

Her legs tingled with feeling as the satin strips were removed. She waited patiently, legs still spread wide, she knew better than to try and close them.

“I love your cunt,” he said, kneeling between her spread thighs, “it’s so pretty. I especially like it when it’s red and wet and begging for my cock.”

He pressed forward, his hands pulled at her thighs and brought them together and up. He held her ankles with one hand as he skilfully slid his cock inside her with help from the other.
“Yes,” she whimpered, her arms still stretched out to the side of her, “that’s it.”

He sank inside her and rested her ankles on his shoulders. His hips moved, slowly at first then he picked up the pace, his dick thundered in and out of her open and swollen cunt.
“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, his face red with exertion and lust.

“Yes,” Connie moaned her reply. Her eyes were tightly closed as her body was battered with sensations. Her arms ached in their binds but that just seemed to be part of the pleasure that radiated out from where her husband and master was lodged safely and seductively inside her.

“Look at me when you say it,” he gasped and reached down to tweak her nipple.

“Yes,” her eyes snapped open as the pleasure pain shocked her to obey, “Yes, Sir, I wanted this. I wanted you to fuck me. I want you to fucking come inside of me.”

“Yes,” he replied, with more frenzied thrusts, “yes, I’m going to come.”

His words, his pumping cock and the pressure of his pelvis on her cunt brought her to a peak. She screamed out as she came and he roared his orgasm as they bucked and writhed together in ecstasy.

“Happy Valentine’s day,” he whispered as he drew in huge lungfuls of breath.

“Happy Valentine’s day,” she replied, “are you going to untie me now?”

“Hmmm, I might,” he replied with a cheeky wink, “what’s in it for me if I do?”

I hope you enjoyed this week’s Silver Flash if you want more, check these author’s out!

• Julie Hayes
• Sui Lynn
• RJ Scott
• Ryssa Edwards
• Pender Mackie
• Diane Adams

And when you’ve enjoyed your Hot Flush *grins* nip over to the Hitting the Hotspot blog for some sexy seductions and I talk about the theme of ‘Surrender’ in my books and share some excerpts with you.