Book Blitz: Catch my Breath

Today we have a special book blitz from Xpresso Book Tours. Enjoy!


Catch My Breath 

by Lynn Montagano
(Catch My Breath #1)
Published by: Harper Impulse
Publication date: April 17th 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance



Lia Meyers’ plan for a relaxing Scottish vacation is short-lived when one uncharacteristic moment of clumsiness lands her in the arms of a dangerously attractive Englishman.

The perfect opportunity for a much needed holiday romance? Wrong! Lia’s still reeling from the mother of all bad breakups, and she really doesn’t have the patience for Alastair Holden – despite his effortless charm and cute British accent.

Arrogant and totally inscrutable, he’s exactly the sort of guy she wants to avoid but can’t: the man behind the mystery proves just too tempting to resist.

Drawn to him, Lia is forced to battle with her own insecurities, and the closer they become, the more she recognizes her own weaknesses as she peels away his layers with every night they spend together. Discovering the past Alastair is so desperate to conceal, Lia must decide if they can heal one another together or if their deepest fears will tear them apart.




A fresh, new voice in contemporary romance, Lynn is a former TV news writer who decided to take the plunge and write a novel. She’s thrilled that her debut series is being published by Harper Impulse. The first book, Catch My Breath, was released in April 2014 to rave reviews. Its follow up, Unravel Me, hits the market in July.


Lynn grew up in a small town in Rhode Island before venturing out into the world. She’s lived everywhere from Los Angeles to Boston to Orlando. An avid traveler, Lynn’s been as far away as Australia and as close as Canada. Her favorite place to visit is London.

The small town girl is back on the east coast after a brief stint in Northern California. Lynn currently resides in Massachusetts, comfortably close to her beloved football team.

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Special Spotlight: Elodie Parkes with The Summer Heat!

Summer heat, what a perfect title. Please welcome the lovely and sexy Elodie Parkes with her new sizzling menage a trois story!

Thank you for inviting me to your blog to talk about my new Evernight Publishing release, ‘The Summer Heat’.

A ménage romance, two guys and a girl, this is erotic, contemporary romance that sizzles.

The Summer Heat


When lifelong friends Nate and Evan watch the arrival of a new neighbor, they never expect to find their friendship rocked by the lovely Annabel who moves into the empty house next door.

Annabel likes both Nate and Evan the moment she meets them. As they all grow close, will she be forced to choose between these gorgeous men?


Inspiration behind the story:

The inspiration came from a tree being cut down in the communal gardens where I currently live. I didn’t even see it felled, but I was immensely saddened as this was a healthy young tree. In my story, the gorgeous guys are cutting down a diseased tree in their garden, and that’s how they see Annabel move in next door.


My characters:

Annabel. She’s ready for love and looking for someone after her last miserable relationship. I imagine her surprise when she meets Nate and Evan, and has strong attraction to both of them.

Nate: He’s gentle, kind, sensually sexy, very good looking. Friends mean a lot to him. You can feel safe and loved with him, but boy do you know when he’s made love to you.

Evan: Strong, alpha, hides his emotions, but sex just drips from his gorgeous body. He calls you babe and takes charge, all the while your soft skin under his fingertips blows his mind.


Read an excerpt (18+ rating):

They got through her front door before they leapt on each other.

Nate didn’t know how they got their clothes off. The haze of lust at the deliciousness of her kisses fogged his brain. They were in Annabel’s living room, and he was already pounding into her.

Her lips brushed against his ear. Her whispers and moans mingled with his moaning.

He held her under the ass and fucked her hard as she clung to him.

Her hands on his shoulders, she met his thrusts with her hips raised.

His orgasm started with his balls tightening so that he thrust into her as deep as he could. Into his heart dropped the need to make sure she came. He slowed down, kissed her lips, nibbled down her neck, and sucked there.

She bucked her hips to his.

He ground his cock on her clit as he slid into her again.

She moaned into his mouth.

Her pussy clenched around his cock as she pressed her body against him, and he knew she was coming. It filled him with love. He didn’t need to pound into her to come. His orgasm flowed over him as he kissed her. It buckled his knees and weakened his thighs as the ripples of sensation jerked his cock inside her. Nate groaned as Annabel’s tongue touched the tip of his. He pressed his stomach against her enjoying the pressure and satin texture of her skin on his. A melting sensation drifted over him, and he rested his forehead on her shoulder.

“How do you feel?” He whispered against her ear.

She made a little sound, not quite a word.

He interpreted it as pleasure. That’s what it sounded like to him, as if she’d tasted something good. He lifted his head and kissed her tenderly. “Next time, maybe we can slow down, but I needed that so bad.”

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Evernight Publishing All Rights Reserved

Buy links:

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About Elodie:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for Hot Ink PressMoon Rose PublishingEternal PressSecret Cravings, Evernight, and Siren

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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My First Threesome Experience

Threesome, threeway, menage a trois… the specific FFM or however you wish to name it… my first experience with a male and another female… it was fun, an adventure, but also an uneasy psychological battle (even if it had been triumphant in the end). That was a real test of if I truly felt strong enough about my own feminine and raw, sexual powers, of ignoring my self-consciousness and fighting off an insistent, nagging sense of jealousy.

(Pic credit: Three Lovers by Théodore Géricault, 1791-1824)

Truth be told, I agreed to it to please the man, to continue in the unconventional (some might add: immoral) relationship I had with him. I don’t encourage anyone to agree to a threesome or orgy only to please another person, it could be damaging to your sense of self-worth, but I came away from the experience feeling stronger about myself, and quite a bit proud. The jealousy ate at me during all that night, but I discovered that you could live with jealousy and still survive it. He was impressed that I was able to enjoy myself during the night, and felt that our bond with each other was stronger because of it… his logic was: not many “couples” (I wonder if he said it just to make me feel happy with the illusion of being a sham “couple” with him for just one night?) could enjoy threesomes together. True, but after that experience, what I realised even more than that was that: I am strong, sexy and good enough to be enjoyed alone. I don’t ever have to agree to anything just to please anyone, much less just to cling onto a relationship that never was mine.

Anyway, that experience found its way into a much sweeter fictional version titled, Marion’s First Menage which is included in my short story collection, It Is Time and Other Stories. Just for a teaser, here’s the opening as an excerpt to my threesome tale, “Marion’s First Menage,” enjoy!

Tonight marked a milestone: my first threesome with Lex and another woman. Truth be told, I had moments of insecurity: what if he fell in love with her, or what if he preferred her to me? But those thoughts never plagued my mind for too long. The honesty and love that Lex had proven to me over the time we had been together consoled me and lent me courage. I am glad I agreed to it; as strange as it may sound, the menage has strengthened our relationship. But let me start from the beginning.

Lex was my crush from work. It had been a case of lightning-flash love at first sight for me. His tall, lean figure, neat sandy hair, thin lips and his sardonic brown eyes knocked the wind out of me that fateful afternoon. I stammered when he introduced himself in his easy, good-natured way. I could swear the blush he induced on my cheeks never faded during that eight-hour workday. As it turned out, he liked me shy. My timid behavior urged him on; we soon became a pair.

He brought out the adventurous woman in me. It was in his nature to experiment, to try out everything interesting life had to offer, and he encouraged me to experience it as a fellow explorer. The first time he mentioned enjoying a woman together, I thought I must have heard wrong. Lex simply repeated his question, and added, “Have you never thought of touching another girl?”

The tone of his voice was neutral: he was simply asking about facts. Piqued, I allowed my memory to float back and found, to my own surprise, instances where I had desired other women. I distinctly remembered my infatuation over Alice, the softball team leader back in high school. The communal showers had been a source of embarrassment for me throughout the academic year: my nipples were constantly perky from arousal, and I sorely wanted to ease the tension in my wet and needy pussy; all the while the object of my affection was standing naked in the bathroom with me, rubbing shampoo over her perfect curls and lathering mandarin-scented body gel over her toned body. I recalled long summer nights lying in bed, thinking of her and teasing my clit into a frenzy, deliberately holding off my climax just so I could fantasize about her adorable face a few moments longer.

Why had I never acted on it, I wondered? That was when I realized that there was another persona somewhere inside me: a sex-positive, daring and confident female who was happy to embrace opportunities. Associating myself with the ideal of such a fearlessly sexy woman freed me of my inhibitions. It felt liberating to believe that I could be wanton like that, so I took my first step towards my goal: I agreed to finding a playmate to join us for one evening.

It took us two months to find the perfect girl: Irene. We found her on an adult website. It was exciting opening up an account there and be browsing through so many anonymous profiles. The act of searching for Irene was an interesting process in itself: it led to discussions of the type of personalities Lex and I admired in a woman, which in turn helped us understand each other better. The many conversations we had with Irene over the Internet gave me a thrill I never knew existed: it was exhilarating to hunt for a friendly sex partner.

We arranged to meet tonight. Lex knew I would be nervous, so he asked me over to his place earlier this afternoon. He dressed casually: faded blue jeans under his favorite white jersey. Perhaps he wanted me to relax and feel that today was just another Saturday that we were spending together.

At around six, my phone buzzed. A quick glance revealed that it was Irene, saying that she was on her way. Butterflies flew in my abdomen as I felt myself getting wet, anticipating what the night would bring. I locked eyes with Lex; his smile showed me how transparent my mixed emotions were to him. He used a sure-fire way to calm me down: he fingered me.

I could still feel the heat in my cheeks as I sat back up afterwards, wrapping the blanket around me, and snuggling back to his side. I smiled when I remembered that slight disbelief in his voice when he testily slid his finger in me and found that I was already drenched. “You ready to be fucked?”

His gentle, low voice made me purr my answer. He then opened me up and deftly pushed two fingers inside, curling up to that spot he knew would send me over the edge. I wondered how he could still be surprised by his own powers over me. He had become the invisible person to whom I directed all my internal monologues towards; he literally owned my mind.

“It’s about time,” he said, licking my juice from his fingers. “She said she was on her way about…” he looked endearingly at my flushed face, “twenty minutes ago?”

I shrugged my shoulders to hide my deepening blush. I got up alongside him, ready to pick up our sexy playmate.

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New Flash Fiction: Unbreakable

Today is the final day of the Anna Bayes Erotic Special at Guy Hogan‘s Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. Guy is amazing in his generosity and efforts in promoting new erotica writers. A new flash fiction piece of mine is featured today on his gazette as the finale of the Erotic Special. The story is titled Unbreakable. It is a BDSM tale of a woman’s unlikely discovery of her submissive nature and how her relationship with her Dom has begun and blossomed. This story meant something extra special to me. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

(Pic credit: Kniendes Mädchen, auf beide Ellbogen gestützt by Egon Schiele)

Enjoy the story: Unbreakable.




Anna Bayes Erotic Special

The ultra generous Guy Hogan has thought of a brilliant (and did I mention, generous?) plan of promoting the erotica writers that he publishes regularly on his Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette. This month is the Anna Bayes Erotic Special: From today onwards, he will post an erotic flash fiction piece of mine, interlaced with exclusive interviews, on his Gazette. He publishes flash fiction, and especially appreciates erotica. It is a pleasure and honour to be featured on his site.

(Pic credit: Der Kuss by Peter Behrens, 1898)

Head over today to the  Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette!



Dreaming of a Wolf

I often have lucid dreams. Nothing to be alarmed about. Some new-age people say it is the sign of unusually active minds (probably true in my case), and of someone who is intuition-based (also probably true). If dreams are screaming something at you, listen, because it is your gut feeling, animalistic instincts and unconscious mind giving you insights or warnings before your logical conscious mind gets around to it. I tend to agree, perhaps in a less dramatic way, but yes, I take heed to feelings that are predominant in dreams. Last night, I had an especially luminous, lucid dream: a wolf.

(Pic credit: Gray Wolf)

Interpretation of a wolf appearing in dreams can vary greatly according to different traditions and “schools” of dream-reading. But for me, wolves, and no, in my dream, it was one lone wolf: links to powerful but hidden sides of me; the secretive but very real, true self inside of me.

A wolf was there. I had no fear of him. I stood next to him, gazing down at a valley from the tip of a cliff. There was something impending, a mission that must be accomplished. We were going to do it together. Then I walked side-by-side with the beautiful wolf (perhaps he is my wolf, or simply, me, the essence of the real, pure me). It felt purposeful but peaceful at the same time. We were going somewhere, we had a purpose.

The fact that my wolf did not howl, was not trying to eat me, was not chasing after me, and was simply with me and did not instill any fear in me proved that he was my inner self.

The wolf is mysterious, charismatic, powerful and potentially dangerous. In this case, I know for sure, the dream was meant to be understood almost literally: I must allow my inner self to surface, not be hidden anymore, and to walk together in life peacefully, on a mission: to lead a purposeful, content, happy life.

It felt natural. It just felt right.

I know exactly what my wolf meant: I no longer wish to hide or lie about who I am. There is a deep resentment in me, a problem in my real life which I have allowed to fester and continue beyond its natural lifespan; I will end what is no longer applicable in my life. I am letting my wolf step into the light with me. No more lies, no more compromises, no more guilt.

Once that is solved, once I put that plan into action, I will let you all know what I am referring to.


Writing Tips for the Mind

There are many writing tips out there. I don’t usually talk about these, because what works for one person may not (or probably won’t) work for another. But the mind… tips for the mind, or inspiration for the mind and heart… I think these work, all the time. So I’m sharing some with you today. Enjoy, and be inspired!

(Pic credit: Portrait of a Girl by Joshua Reynolds)

Notice how many of the Olympic athletes effusively thanked their mothers for their success? “She drove me to my practice at four in the morning,” etc. Writing is not figure skating or skiing. Your mother will not make you a writer. My advice to any young person who wants to write is: leave home. — Paul Theroux

I would advise anyone who aspires to a writing career that before developing his talent he would be wise to develop a thick hide. — Harper Lee

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. — Ray Bradbury

Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there’ll always be better writers than you and there’ll always be smarter writers than you. There will always be people who are much better at doing this or doing that — but you are the only you. — Neil Gaiman

If you don’t have time to read, you don’t have the time — or the tools — to write. Simple as that. — Stephen King

You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write. — Sal Bellow

I owe my success to having listened respectfully to the very best advice, and then going away and doing the exact opposite. — G.K. Chesterton

To write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write is to write. — Gertrude Stein