Showing posts with label Marla Mug. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marla Mug. Show all posts

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Let's Get the Party Started!!

That's right everyone! It's time for a release party! A Lynx in Their Den, the first Shifting Desires book is on pre-order today and then it will be out tomorrow!!
Hot and Bothered!
 
I'm going to be giving away some awesome prizes!  The first one will be a Marla Mug with swag!  All you have to do is post on your own time line the link to this blog and my buy link below. Like your post so it will go live. Message me your facebook page and I'll enter you in to win!
 
Want double entries??? Post it on your twitter account too! Send me the link to your twitter and I'll add a second chance into the pot!
 
Help me get the word out and I'll keep your names in the bag for the next round as well!  Here are the links:   http://on.fb.me/1lsUuBt and


And as always, a snippet of the hot stuff!
“Easy, kitten. I’m not going to hurt you. All I want to do is make you feel real good,” Creed crooned to her before getting to his hands and knees above her. “I’m going to lick my way down your sweet body, tasting every inch of your silky skin. Then, when I get to the source of that intoxicating scent you’re sending my way, I’m going to explore every inch of it as well. I bet you taste like spicy honey, don’t you.”
Her lynx whined at the promise in his voice. It had gone even deeper with his arousal. Oh it was very obvious just how aroused he was, too. The bear sported an enormous cock that bordered on too big, but just managed to stay on the right side of that line. His meaty cock stretched out hard and long, dipping down toward her. He had large balls that held no hair. They didn’t even look as if he shaved them. The bulbous tip shown with a drop of pre-cum, making her mouth water at the sight.
Before she could say anything, Creed licked a circle around her belly button. She’d expected him to start with her breasts, but a second later, Shayne latched onto one of them while one hand captured the other. That explained Creed’s focus lower.
Oh, God. I’m not about to complain either.
Even as Shayne sucked lightly on her nipple while plumping her other breast with his big hand, Creed had discovered that she had a sensitive spot just above the crease of her inner thigh. Every swipe of his tongue had her whimpering and struggling to move beneath the two males. Her pussy clenched, aching to be filled, sending her higher with every touch from the two bears above her.
“Oh, God,” she moaned out.
Creed’s tongue finally dipped lower to caress her wet slit. When he growled and spread her lower lips with his fingers, she almost panicked at the ravenous sounds he made as he buried his face in her wet folds. Then there was nothing but pleasure as both he and his brother drove her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. Each nip of their teeth and lick of their tongue had her squirming to both get closer and get away at the same time.
“Fuck, brother. She’s addictive. She tastes like spicy vanilla honey,” Creed said between devastating licks.
“Give me your finger, Serenity,” Shayne demanded.
Confused, she lifted one of her hands from where she’d been digging into the covers to hold herself still and Shayne shackled it around the wrist, lowering it between her legs.
“I want a taste, baby. Give it to me,” he told her.
She realized he wanted her to wet her fingers in her pussy juices so he could taste her. The thought turned her on even more than she already had been. Creed growled when she moved her hand down between her soaked pussy and his mouth. Instead of trying to push her out of the way though, the big bear shifter grabbed her wrist and moved her fingers up and down until they were drenched in her juices. Then he returned it to his brother who growled his approval and pulled her hand toward his mouth.
Shayne didn’t take a finger into his mouth and suck like she expected him to. Using the tip of his tongue, he licked from her palm upward until he reached the tip of her finger. Then he licked back down the other side. The teasing touch made every hair on her arms lift. Even her clit seemed affected by that slight touch. Seconds later, he plunged three of her fingers all the way into his mouth and sucked hard, long drags, growling as he did.
Creed continued to torment her below with his talented tongue, lapping at her as if he’d never had anything so delicious. His tongue seemed to reach farther inside of her than was possible and he could move his mouth to nuzzle and suckle on her tender flesh in a way that a normal male wouldn’t be able to do. God, he was going to kill her with that mouth.
“Please, Creed. I need to come. It’s too much!”
He didn’t respond, just continued eating her like a man starved. She had never begged in her life and the fact that she had without thinking should have upset her, but Serenity was beyond caring at this point. All she wanted to do was reach that pinnacle that promised to be mind-bending when she did. If Creed would just give her clit a hard swipe instead of the tiny nudges he was teasing her with.
The sudden invasion of a finger inside her cunt had her gasping, arching her back and neck in surprise. It almost gave her the push she needed to climax, but as if he knew just how much it would take, he gave her a tiny bit less to keep her on edge. Slowly, he fucked her with it, making sure to drag his digit along her sensitive tissue with each retreat. After a minute or two, he added a second finger and her body all but convulsed, leaving her gasping for breath and cursing him all at the same time.
“Fuck me, Creed! I can’t stand it anymore!” she cried out.
 
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Marla Monroe
 
 
 
 

Friday, April 18, 2014

In Honor of the Release of Ellie's Wounded Warrior...


I am so excited about my new series. It’s one that is very special to me. It used to be that when a warrior, a Marine, a soldier, a Ranger, or any of our veterans returned home after serving our country they were greeted with love, honor, and respect. That’s not as true today as it used to be. Many of our vets return to broken marriages and a country who no longer recognizes the sacrifices they’ve made to defend their country. Not only do they give up four or more years of their lives, they do it for low pay, few benefits, and no promise of having something to go back home to once they had completed their tour.

For those who do return, having escaped the pine box transport, nothing will ever be the same again for them. They saw and sometimes did things that will haunt them forever. Some suffer from PTSD while others must learn to cope without a limb or four. They are blind, deaf, and scared both inside and out. We avert our eyes from their suffering because it makes us uncomfortable. I am ashamed that I’m part of a culture that has forgotten their service and their sacrifices. I’m dismayed that we’ve failed to teach our children to honor those men and women whenever we see them. I’m afraid that our children have no idea of the cost of our freedoms we take for granted. We can’t take them for granted anymore. Those freedoms have been compromised and the men and women who fought and bought those freedoms with their blood, their sweat, and their very lives, are growing weary in their fight. Why fight when we don’t value or appreciate what they’ve given us?

Wounded Warriors is the ongoing story of men and women who sacrificed everything and returned home to have to deal with what they have left. Battered and broken, they believe they are no longer worthy of love. But I tell you this. Everyone deserves a Happy Ever After, especially our veterans. The first book, "Ellie's Wounded Heroes", is out now at Siren Bookstrand! http://www.bookstrand.com/node/868327
 

 
In honor of this, I'm giving away some great prizes! I’ll be choosing names for a couple of gifts tomorrow and Saturday as well as Sunday. To enter, all you have to do is comment here on my blog or on my Facebook page on why you are thankful for our veterans and soldiers. What about them do you value? Then check back each day to see what else I’ve posted and look for your name to be announced as a winner. 

 
Ellie’s Wounded Heroes is the story of two soldiers who returned with challenges to overcome in order to function like everyday people. Rex and Clark were friends even before their return, but through the struggle to regain their independence, the two bonded even closer.  The heroine, Ellie, is a social worker who works for the city dealing mainly with issues like finding homes for the elderly and the homeless or arbitrating disagreements within neighborhoods. Ellie meets Rex first then is introduced to Clark and she falls for them both. The journey hits some bumps along the way but love prevails. Read an excerpt below.

The next time you see a veteran or someone in uniform, tell them thank you.
 
Rex pulled into his drive ten minutes later still thinking about the pretty Ellie. Her honey gold hair swirling around her in the warm wind as she’d glared with murderous intent at her engine had caught his eyes at first. The way her jeans hugged her generous hips and sweet, squeezable ass had prodded him to see what other delights might be part of the package. When she’d looked up at him with the lightest hazel eyes he’d ever seen, Rex had known she was the one. For one moment, everything else had faded away, and all he saw was her.
Ellie's Wounded Heroes
Then her eyes had registered his leathers and scruffy look, and those amazing eyes displayed unease, if not downright fear. It had taken him a second to realize that he probably looked the part of an evil biker gang member. Well, that was because he was, in a way. Maybe not the evil part, but he was a biker gang member, just not the type she probably thought.
As he drove up the long drive, his garage door opened so that he could pull inside next to his truck. The door closed automatically, and Rex climbed off the bike, jerking the snaps on the chinstrap so he could pull off the head cage. After setting it on the shelf next to the bike, he opened one of the saddle bags, pulled out the bag from the VA, and carried it with him as he crossed the garage to unlock the door to his house.
Once inside, Rex quickly decoded the alarm before entering the kitchen from the mudroom. He tossed the bag on the counter next to the fridge. He’d worry about it later. Right now, all he wanted was a beer and to think.
Ellie.
Her name seemed to whisper relief through his aching soul. Looking into her slightly unsure eyes had been like seeing his future in a different light. One of his old buddies had once said that when he’d found the woman who would become his wife, he had seen their unborn children in her eyes. Maybe there was something to that after all. He would swear he’d seen her sitting with him on his front porch swing.
Shaking his head, Rex grabbed a bottle from the fridge and walked over to his favorite chair and sat down as he removed the cap on his beer. One long, ice-cold swallow later, he set the nearly half-empty bottle on the side table and toed off both boots. After pulling off his socks and stuffing them in the boots, he pulled the seam along the left leg of his jeans from the hem, and it split halfway up his leg so that he could get to his leg.
Well, it was where part of his leg used to be. Now he stared at the new and improved part of him that continued to burn and ache despite its lack of nerves. Metal and silicone formed his lower leg instead of the bone, sinew, muscle, and skin he’d been born with. It didn’t take but a few seconds to remove the offending part, but it did take a while before he was able to touch the remaining stump to massage away some of the irritation that never seemed to totally disappear.
“Fuck. This is bullshit.” Rex grabbed the bottle off the table and upended it, gulping down the still-cold brew, then slamming the empty bottle down on the coaster.
He leaned back in the chair and shoved with his hands until it reclined. He closed his eyes and ran both hands over his face several times to push past the stinging tears that burned just below the surface. Too often he found himself in this spot, alone and angry, struggling to find his next reason to wake up to another day of his life. Yesterday it was because he was riding with his gang to say good-bye to someone he’d never met before. The man deserved an escort and protection for his family from protesters who always seemed to find the time to show up. Today it had been because he had to show up at the VA to help the new guys navigate the gym with someone who’d already been there and done that.
Tomorrow? What would be his reason to wake up tomorrow? No funerals to attend, and it was a Sunday so no one needed his help with therapy. Maybe tomorrow would be the day he didn’t wake up.



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Saturday, October 5, 2013

Congratulations to Amy Bowens!


She won my Release Day Give Away by leaving a comment either on my blog or my Face Book Page!  She will receive a Marla Mug complete with swag! Don't miss my next release that will be November 1st for Their Border Lands Destiny!


Woohoo Amy!
 
Marla Monroe