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Friday, January 20

Guest: Author Carla Angela

Today's guest is a Siren exclusive author Carla Angela. Everyone say Hi and make her feel welcome. Now a little about Carla to get you going.

By day, Carla Angela is a freelance journalist in Australia and, in the inky night, an erotic fiction writer. When she’s not tapping away on her keyboard, she loves fashion shopping, spending time with her family and friends, renovating, and listening to music—from 90s R&B to retro 80s. Watching telemovies and obsessing over her star sign are also guilty pleasures. More on Carla Angela can be found at Siren or her website. She writes exclusively for Siren-BookStrand.

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Got a penchant for the long lens? Addicted to the camera flash?
Full Exposure by Carla Angela, surrounds photographer Lake Silva and her new business venture—taking professional online dating photos. Slick, appealing, and sizzling hot...with Lake behind the camera lens! What she doesn’t count on is meeting one male client who stirs up more than just business sense in her.
Hunter Dex is not Lake’s usual customer. He lives in a palatial abode and has ocean-blue eyes and a tanned, muscular body. Despite a photo exhibition of nudes also keeping Lake busy, she can’t help having dirty fantasies about Hunter. But such a gorgeous, rich playboy like him could never be seriously interested in a feisty tomboy like her...could he?
Want to win an eBook copy? Post a comment. Have you ever thought of taking sexy photographs as the photographer or the subject? The comp is open internationally!
Teaser from Full Exposure… Hunter took a few more careful steps inside, not sure whether to stay, secretly poke around and find out more about her—hoping she returned soon, pretending he’d just arrived—or do the right thing and leave.
Mid-thought he stopped, his head cocked to one side. He’d heard a noise coming from the far end of the unit—a splash of water. It sounded echoey like it was coming from a bathroom.
Unable to help himself, Hunter found himself tiptoeing forwards, through the lounge and light-flooded, compact kitchen toward a white-painted bathroom door, which was slightly ajar. Feeling utterly compelled, Hunter pressed one eye up to the crack between the door and the doorframe and swallowed hard. He’d found her. Oh, how he’d found her.
She was lying in an antique-looking, maroon bath, with a white lip and gold claw feet. The wet tendrils of her russet hair clung to her shoulders and snaked around her perky, cream-coloured breasts, like some kind of creeper. Water beaded from her collarbone down to her rosebud nipples. Hunter could imagine sucking those perfect strawberry tits. He felt the front of his pants growing tight, uncomfortable—his jeans imprisoned his member as it grew in size.
Lake’s head was tilted back, resting against the bath’s ledge, and her eyes were closed. She was seemingly content. Her arm, he suddenly noticed, was thrust below the water’s surface, deep, deep below, moving slowly up and down. Hunter could feel the perspiration beading on his own forehead, as much from the steamy room as from the steamy scene before him.
Then Hunter forgot to breathe for a second as a soft moan suddenly wafted from Lake’s pink lips…

Wednesday, January 11

Guest: Author Berengaria Brown


I have a tendency to genre jump. Anyone who has read my author bio will have already worked that out.
Berengaria Brown Bio:
Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires, fairies and werewolves) and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man…. Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.
But one thing I do insist on is having a reason for why my characters act as they do. Which means, why would the relationship come into being? This is not so hard in one man/one woman stories, or two men, or two women. But when you come to explaining a ménage, suddenly it’s more difficult. Sometimes I’ve started writing a story I thought would be between two men, but one man (or both of them!) has announced he’s bisexual, and so it becomes obvious a woman is needed to complete the relationship.
Then I started thinking about societies which have been historically polyandrous. What if these people wanted to keep their traditions? What if they moved to America to follow their traditions? How would that work? Would they be accepted? How would they deal with the official laws of the land, the IRS, the schooling of their children?
From these thoughts the “Possessive Passions” series developed. An underground, hidden community in modern day America, where the old traditions are followed. Where all the brothers share one wife.
But then, what if one family of brothers want to marry a woman not from their community? How would they explain it to her? How would she adjust to a totally different lifestyle?
SHARED POSSESSION - POSSESSIVE PASSIONS 1
Blurb:
Chevaunne is abducted by three brothers who take her to a new world where brothers share one wife, who is their treasured possession. Jim, Sam, and Paul have waited years to find the perfect woman, and when they see Chevaunne, they know immediately she is the one for them.
After a mind-blowing night with the three men, Chevaunne marries them the next day in front of the entire community. Now she has to learn a totally new life—a new culture, new ways of doing everything. But the sex is amazing, her men are considerate and loving, and Chevaunne is making friends and settling in.
Soon, though, she begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she was kidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?

POSSESS ME - POSSESSIVE PASSIONS 2
Blurb:
Shiloah, a New Thimphu native, is envious of her friend Chevaunne's newfound happiness with her men and wants that kind of love for herself. She has enjoyed working with the luscious Stan and Goa on The Grandparents' Garden. But now the project is finished, so how will she see them again?
Stan and Goa abduct Shiloah from the garden's grand opening ceremony and make love to her all night long. The next day, she marries them both in a traditional ceremony. But when Shiloah and her men are offered the chance to run a farm aboveground, she has to consider her mother, Orna, who helps Shiloah run her business and is terrified of life outside the security of their community.
Shiloah is torn between loyalties. Can she find a way to keep everything that is dear to her—her mother, her business, and explosive sex with two men she loves?

ULTIMATE POSSESSION - POSSESSIVE PASSIONS 3
Blurb:
Kiri is abducted by two men who tie her up and demand she have sex with them. If she satisfies them they’ll marry her. Kiri is terrified, but angry. When one of them orders her to suck him she threatens to bite his cock off.
The men reveal themselves as George and Wang, brothers she has loved for years. They were testing her love for them. She’s still angry, but understands they had to be certain of her feelings, while not approving of their methods. What follows is a night of intensely passionate sex, as the men claim her over and over again.
Kiri soon settles into her new life, but now Anh is very lonely. Kiri wants her to have days of romance and fun, and nights filled with never-ending orgasms, too.

ADULT Excerpt

Once again, they began kissing and licking her skin, spending long moments at every pulse point, driving her need higher and higher.
Meanwhile, Kiri’s hands were busy unbuttoning shirts, unbuckling belts, and unsnapping jeans. When she finally released a zipper, she slid her hand down to cup a huge, hot, hard cock, and reveled in the soft head with a drop of pre-cum already in the slit and the hard shaft. Next, she cupped his balls, loving the heavy weight of them. Yum!
Wang’s cock was just as delicious as George’s. Wang spent more time in the shop and less time visiting towns shipping goods for the community, so his skin was a little paler than George’s. His eyes were a slightly lighter color, too, more brown, where George’s were closer to black. Wang was an inch or two shorter, half a dozen pounds heavier, a fraction more muscular, but they were both very similar really.
Their personalities were totally different, however. But Kiri had no time to think about that now. Her heart was full of joy at finally going to bed with the men she loved. Her hands worked busily at removing the last of their clothing, pushing and pulling at fabrics and bodies with scant regard for the safety of buttons and other fastenings.
“Cool your jets a second, sweetheart,” murmured George as he rolled away from her to toe his shoes off and drag his jeans over his feet.
Wang’s clothing dropped to the floor almost simultaneously, then both men’s hands were on her body, touching, and stroking every inch of her, making her skin tingle and goose bump with joy.
Kiri reached for the nearest cock—Wang’s—and grasped it firmly, loving the sensation of throbbing power. She let her finger slide over the head and inside the foreskin, knowing the skin that was usually protected would be even more soft and sensitive and wanting to push them to the limit before they entered her.
The tip of her finger ran around and around inside his foreskin, making drops of pre-cum run down over her hand, causing Wang to gasp and his cock to throb even more in her grip.
“Oh gods, that feels good. But I want to come inside you, not before the party even starts,” Wang said, gently disengaging her hand.
He slipped down between her legs, resting them on his shoulders and opening her wide. “First, we have to get you ready here,” he added, bending his head and licking the rim of her anus, his tongue sliding just the tiniest bit inside as he licked all around, wetting her thoroughly and making every nerve ending stand up and dance in joy.
A delicious shudder rippled through Kiri. “I can’t wait to have you both inside me at once,” she whispered.
“The waiting is killing us, too,” said George, dropping a jar of lube on the bed and sinking slippery fingers into her ass as Wang sat up and dipped a finger into the jar. The two men tag-teamed her, one stroking inside her dark channel, then the other, stretching her hole, loosening the entry, softening her tissues. Kiri’s cream poured from her pussy. She was so aroused, her nerves on fire, her belly clenching in need, her breasts heavy with the longing to be touched.
Soon, Wang coated his cock liberally with lube. Both men wiped their hands on a damp cloth, and then George lay flat on the bed and pulled her over him. He kissed her face softly, dropping the most feather-light of kisses onto her cheekbones, her jawline, her nose and eyebrows. She stuck her tongue out and tried to lick him in return, but his head kept moving, and she couldn’t aim straight.
Kiri grabbed his head to hold it still and pressed her lips to his. His lips were warm and soft as he gently kissed her back, and then he gradually increased the passion, licking the seam of her mouth and pushing his tongue inside.
At last!
She opened up and sucked him deep, welcoming him. Their tongues thrust and danced for long moments, and then he lifted her hips slightly and pressed his cock at her entry. Kiri drew back a little then slid down over him, sucking him into her cunt as she’d sucked his tongue into her mouth, deep, deeper still, enjoying the feel of him filling her and stretching her as her walls expanded to accept him, then closed around him gripping him tight.
George groaned, wiggling his hips, settling into her and pulling her flat against his body once again, skin to skin from pelvis to shoulders.
Behind her, Wang pulled her butt cheeks apart then rested his cock at her rear entrance. Kiri couldn’t prevent the shiver that raced through her. Finally, finally, they were claiming her!
Wang pressed against the circle of muscles. Kiri pushed back, and instantly, the head of his cock popped inside her. Wang thrust in, and her channel opened and expanded, giving him the space to go deeper.
She had felt quite full before, but now she felt stretched, so very possessed. Yet as Wang drove deeper inside her, there was no pain, just that fullness, and the sensation of expansion as her body adjusted and accepted both men at once.
Wang lay over her back, and she wiggled, loving being sandwiched between two hard male bodies like this. Possession was the only word to describe it. The ultimate possession, surrounded and filled by her men.

***
Berengaria Brown

Thursday, December 1

Guest: Jennifer August plus Giveaway


Guilty pleasures. I love those two words together. They are so evocative, aren’t they? You know what I’m talking about, the kind of things that make you start when you get caught (guilty!) but that make you laugh or smile or get squishy in all the right places (pleasure!).
I’ve had my flings with some common guilty pleasures such as eating raw cookie dough (the tollhouse lady was aghast when we called to tell them how much we loved doing that when the break and bakes first came out. I think we might be the reason for the label warning!), singing I Will Survive at the top of my lungs in the car (much to the chagrin and horror of my teenage son) and drinking chocolate syrup straight from the bottle (‘nuff said).

But when I sat down and really thought about the things I do regularly, I realized I am a creature of guilty habits. Here are my top 5 guilty pleasures:

5. Rock Band – I must be a frustrated singer. I love Rock Band. Love, love, love it. I eagerly await Tuesdays because it’s DLC day! What are they going to release next? You should hear me wailing on Don’t Fear the Reaper. On second thought, if you value your hearing, skip it. Just because I LIKE to sing, doesn’t mean I SHOULD sing.

4. Katy Perry – she’s not only my current girl crush, but I really love her music. It’s so much fun and easy to sing along too. Yes, it’s mindless bubble gum pop, but hey, it’s not called a guilty pleasure for nothing!

3. America’s Next Top Model – although I watch a bunch of other reality television, this one is by far my guiltiest pleasure. I watch to see what kind of bat-crazy shit the models are gonna do and Tyra is gonna say. And to see what hideous monstrosity Andre Leon Talley is wearing. Seriously, this guy is a fashion icon? OMG. I’m a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, but even I know ginormous caftans aren’t chic. And they make your  ass look huge.

2. Diet Dr Pepper – this year alone I have tried to quit the Dr Pepper five times. I am beginning to think it’s not going to happen. Each time I wind up with a three-day migraine (not worth it) and a powerful thirst that nothing else can quench. I take one drink of Dr Pepper and it’s “ahhhhhh”wonderful!

And, my number one top guilty pleasure is:

1. Porn – I can’t help it, I like porn. My favorite era are the old films of the 70s when the actors were, ahem, more actorly-like. And some of the movies had plots. Today’s stuff, in my mind, is just for titillation. And it works on me.

Which is probably why I write erotic romance. It’s a great way to explore the wonderful, wide word of sex without being a total slut or risking any communicable diseases. Plus, I’m not as bendy as some of the characters in my books! And probably not as adventurous. In Keys to Submission, my newest Regency erotica from Red Sage Publishing, my heroine finds herself naked and tied up in an old, dilapidated carriage house, awaiting the first taste of the whip. I’d probably be sneezing my head off. Or looking for critters. Writing that scene was both fun and uncomfortable. I kept checking under my desk for mice.
Seriously…

So, what about you? What are some of your guilty pleasures? I’ll be giving away a copy of Her Dark Master and Keys to Submission to one commenter in a random drawing. Please leave your email address and I’ll send the winner both e-books!

Jennifer August writes guilt-free about love, romance and lots of sex. Find her ménage debut Enthralled at Siren Bookstrand, her regency eroticas at Red Sage and other books on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

Find Jennifer on the Web: 
www.jenniferaugust.com
Twitter: @jennifer_august
E-mail: jenniferaugust@jenniferaugust.com

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