Fall Into #Romance Blog Hop #Giveaway DESIGNING LOVE by Yours Truly #IAN #Erotica

*Winner’s Choice* for the Fall Into Romance Blog Hop. Don’t miss out on your chance to win this sultry tale.

Sexy excerpt from Yvonne Nicolas’ novel, DESIGNING LOVE (Interracial Romance, erotic romance)

DesigningLove_FinalLargeWorld renowned architect, Devon Sparks reluctantly accepts the job of designing a house for his former lover, who’d betrayed him with his best friend. Still a little emotionally battered, Devon is content to never love again, until Josephine shows up on his doorstep.

Josephine Burnett, a brilliant interior designer, is thrilled to be working on such a big project with Devon. She relishes the opportunity to showcase her talents, but wonders if accepting the job was a mistake in the face of Devon’s rude behavior. Soon she discovers the man behind the cold, hard exterior is capable of smoldering passion…

A passion she finds hard to deny.

Can they break free from their emotional restraints to experience the sultry heat of their love?

By the elevator, Devon cradled her face and kissed her again. As his body pressed into hers, his lips traveled over her jawline then under her chin. He got to her neck then kissed and nibbled on her flesh.

Shivering uncontrollably, she stifled a moan. Azure eyes veiled in pure lust were fixed on her. He staggered back from her and stabbed the up button repeatedly, as if that would make the elevator arrive quicker.

Finally, the doors slid open.

He rushed in, pulling her with him. Her purse hit the floor and her back met the elevator wall. His body smashed into hers and he hungrily captured her mouth in a hot kiss. Her body temperature shot up to a blazing inferno.

The sliding barriers enclosed them in the small space, shutting out the world then it began to ascend.

Melting within a moment of rapture, they swallowed each other’s heavy moans, their tongues intertwining in a passionate dance.

Her mind screamed his name over and over, begging him to stop and continue at the same time. The sane part of her repeatedly nudged her, attempting to bring her back to reality, but the need to explore the fantasy created by his embrace overruled that part.

The taste of him and the velvety texture of his tongue charmed her, made her savor every bit of him. His mere essence and fragrance stamped her mind.

She’d never forget this moment, ever. Even without penetration, he was inside of her, pulling her under, going deeper and deeper, suffocating her in his sea of ecstasy.

It was almost too much to handle.

While one hand circled her waist, the other reached out to slam the emergency stop button. The box of lust drew to a shuddering halt.

He lifted her leg to his waist, then the other. She slipped her arms around his neck and crossed her ankles at the curve of his buttocks, locking her body against him. His fingers bit into her thighs as his erection pushed hard against her throbbing clit. The heat of his body seeped through their clothes and attacked her flesh.

This man in her arms had taken total control of her. His quickened heartbeat matched hers and the pulse shot down her body to her center.

OhmaGod, yes!

Groaning, he nipped and lapped at the flesh of her neck. He ground his length along her starving slit, adding sweet pressure, rolling and grinding his hips.

Her moans turned laborious. Those glorious strings of pleasure hovered around her mid-section, growing thicker and multiplying with the friction of his hardened cock and movement of his rocking body. She rotated her pelvis in unison with his steady strokes.

He mumbled something in crook of her neck, his hot breath fluttering against her flesh, but she was too far gone to make out the words.

Devon slipped a hand around her hip to her backside and delved into her pants. She gasped. The skin to skin contact arched her back. His fingers wedged deeply between her butt cheeks, he bucked against her to apply the final blow to her aching pearl.

She literally came undone.

The walls of her core quivered and contracted. She sucked in a shuddering breath and released a husky moan as wetness oozed from her slit and drenched her thin lace panties.

He made a wet trail from her neck, over her chin and to her mouth. The kiss, which was deep and unrelenting moments ago, was now soft and explorative. He slowly circled her winding tongue. His deep groans made her insides flutter. Between his teeth, he caught the tip of her tongue and nipped at it teasingly, sending gentle tremors through her.

Her whole damn body became a ball of sensitized nerves. She craved more of him, his hands and mouth all over her.

Suddenly, a broken, “Uh-hem,” sliced through their sexual spell.

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Fall Into #Romance Blog Hop #Giveaway A RACE FOR REDEMPTION by @SerenitysCircle

Romantic excerpt from Serenity King’s novel, A RACE FOR REDEMPTION (Interracial Romance, erotic romance)

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A powerful conglomerate, Powell Industries has entered the world of stock car racing. It isn’t too risky an endeavor since the CEOs daughter’s favorite things are driving fast and fast cars. As beautiful as she is driven, Tracey Powell is one of the most talented drivers on the circuit. However, a string of wrecks has caused her father to make a change. Now her former trainer is driving the Powell industries car. Determined to reclaim her place behind the wheel, Tracey battles her way back. Now Tracey’s not only looking to be the first African American woman to bring home the trophy—she’s also looking for Redemption.

Shane Westbrook has been the reigning champion five years running. His life is grand as a result. He has everything: money, respect, and all the women he could want. The trouble is that he doesn’t want just any woman. He wants the one woman who walked away—Tracey. With the last two races coming up he knows Tracey is thinking about winning. The race is on—the prize has yet to be determined.

“What happened on the track today? Are you okay?” He asked, as he walked over to her and took the towel from around her head. He tilted her jaw first to one side, then the other, looking into her eyes as if he were a doctor or something. “Why aren’t you answering me?”

“Probably, because you haven’t given me a chance to answer yet,” she said, finding her voice at last. “What are you doing here? And why are you angry with me?”

“Never mind that. Are you hurt?”

“No.” She wouldn’t tell him that she’d been scared out of her mind. She’d keep that bit of information to herself.

“Good. Come here.” Her supposed rival, Shane Westbrook, pulled her into the circle of his arms and brought his mouth down to hers. Her lips parted voluntarily, allowing his tongue access.

Tracey’s arms instantly encircled his neck, causing her towel to drop to the floor. She felt his groan of appreciation as he deepened the kiss, grasping her hips, lifting her up off the floor and more intimately into him. Without missing a beat, he walked with her over to the bed and placed her on it—with him on top of her—their lips still locked in a passionate kiss. His legs parted her naked thighs—his cock coming into contact with her center—her juices wetting the front of his jeans.

Tracey couldn’t believe this was happening. That it was real. Yet the thickness between her legs assured her that it was. Her hips gyrated against him. He growled his satisfaction into her mouth.

“I am definitely overdressed,” he whispered against her lips, before lifting up off of her. He removed his clothes swiftly, and joined her back on the bed before she could voice her objections.

She looked at him as he undressed, enjoying the view of his toned body, sun-streaked, short, brownish blond hair, and blue eyes. His long, thick erection, bobbed up and down amidst a triangle of short curls a shade darker than his hair. As much as she wanted all of him inside of her, in her heart of hearts, she knew it would be wrong.

“From the look in those beautiful dark eyes of yours, I can tell you are having second thoughts. Don’t,” he ordered. “This is going to happen, Tracey.”

“We can’t,” she murmured.

“We can and we will,” he said sternly, before taking her lips again in a mind-blowing kiss.

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Fall Into #Romance Blog Hop #Giveaway HOT TO THE TOUCH by @samaraking

Romantic excerpt from Samara King’s novel, HOT TO THE TOUCH (Interracial Romance, erotic romance)

*Winner’s Choice* for the Fall Into Romance Blog Hop. Don’t miss out on your chance to win this sexy tale.

A masked lover…

A year ago, Club Reign owner, Belinda Gilles threw the first Grown & Sexy Masquerade Ball without a hitch – that was until she encountered a masked man whose touch made her forget about her past. Did she dare to believe that her masked lover would show his face again?

What lies beneath…

When Jordan Harris discovers that Belle is the woman he encountered under the mask a year ago, he sets out to make her his, even if it means opening old wounds she’d vowed to never forgive him for.

“You’re beautiful.”

She smiled. “Thank you.” Her eyes swept over him and lower, and lower still, His dick was hard, long and would fill her to the brink of pleasure.

“Can you handle me?”

“Why don’t you find out.”

He lifted her in his hands like she weighed non nothing. Belinda chuckled before wrapping her legs around his waist. She was coming to enjoy the way his eyes danced with hers through the masks they wore. Her breathing hitched as if she couldn’t catch her breath.

“I will.”

He maneuvered his dick between her legs, teasing her with the head of it. Thick and full.

Belinda lost all train of thought as he slammed against her tight walls, her body instantly wrapped around his dick and contracted.

“Ahhh!” The hoarse whisper felt like a heated prayer in the velvet black night sky. The garden the slow dull of music pulsing beneath them. Her head fell back as she took in the sensation of having him stretch her, and pump again.

He was driving into her slick pussy so methodically, the rhythm threatened to take her away with it.  He grunted as she continued to convulse around him.

“So tight.”

Belinda couldn’t formulate words, for once, she just wanted to feel.

His sweet dick was rocking on her into a whole other world. She wanted the fruit of his labor. She pushed her hips forward with his dick buried deep inside of her, and cried out as their bodies moved rhythmically.

“Yes!” She bit down on her lip just before his tongue pushed them open and feasted, mimicking the pace of his thrusts between her thighs. Her muscled clenched, soaring her over the edge. “My God.” She went limp as he continued to pump inside of her.

Belinda felt him tightened as he grunted, his head fell backwards as he drove into her with frenzied pulses until the sound of his deep moan blended against the night. He leaned against her. Their flesh was slick with perspiration. She took a deep breath, unable to remember the last time she’d been touched like that

She looked back into her stranger’s eyes. Her mystery lover. She smiled. “That was…”

“Unbelievable.”

Their bodies were still joined. His dick was still hard. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted him again and the look in his eyes said the same.

He begin to move inside of her again, his dick lengthening, creating a dizzying tension inside of her again.

“If we keep this up, we’re bound to be here all night.”

“I can take it if you can,” he grinned, watching her intently.

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Fall Into #Romance Blog Hop #Giveaway SAVANNAH’S GHOST TALE by @KaliWillows

Romantic excerpt from Kali Willows’ novel, SAVANNAH’S GHOST TALE (Paranormal, contemporary, erotic romance)

*Winner’s Choice* for the Fall Into Romance Blog Hop. Don’t miss out on your chance to win this sultry tale.

Savannah Teale has an obsession with the supernatural—to disprove it. An unorthodox Ghost Hunter with a dark secret, she doesn’t believe in life after death. Not anymore. Being romantically challenged since the traumatic death of her fiancé, she has no interest in dating, but her sister’s loving interference has led her to accept a date for a 1Night Stand.

Cameron Evans is one of Savannah’s most handsome, charismatic, and sexy bachelors. He’s an exceptionally gifted tour guide, and a psychic, but hasn’t learned how to turn off his gifts. Since his conversations with the dead are a turn-off for most women—to put it mildly—Cameron has turned to Madame Eve to find a woman who can accept him for himself and all he has to give.

They may be a great match—if a certain, lingering ghost would just step out of the picture.

What the hell is going on? A shadow flashed across the stone threshold, startling her. Her heart raced and she stumbled down the steps, her eyes flitting frantically back and forth, scanning for movement but finding none. Her clumsy feet tangling, she stumbled over a flat stone and toppled backward.

A sudden heat surrounded her and she paused in mid-fall, suspended over the dark pit of an open grave. Breathless and terror-stricken, it took her a moment to realize the warmth was strong arms wrapped around her. Back on her feet, she spun around to find Cameron, the tour guide, watching her with an amused expression.

“Are you okay?” He gripped her shaking shoulders.

“I’m fine, I just saw—I tripped.” Vannah tried to catch her breath, her mind racing with madness.

“You should watch where you’re stepping in a cemetery.”

“I didn’t expect—I didn’t realize they still buried people here.”

“You know, it’s frowned upon to be raiding graves at night around these parts.”

“I wasn’t raiding anything.” She jerked out of his hold and grabbed her bag from the ground, jamming her detector back inside. I’m glad none of my equipment ended up in that grave. She yanked her twisted camisole top and shorts back into place.

“What did you see?” His penetrating gaze sent a current through her chest.

“Nothing, I didn’t—there’s nothing to see, let’s go.”

“Whoa, whoa, hang on. Something scared you. Tell me what you saw.”

If she wasn’t throbbing with terror right now, she might have actually swooned under his gaze. “Are you deaf? I said I didn’t see anything.” She turned to walk away.

“Who is Mark?”

With a white hot jolt, her stomach bottomed out and her feet froze to the ground. “Who is Mark and why can’t he breathe?”

Available at Decadent Publishing

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Fall Into #Romance Blog Hop #Giveaway YOU CAN WIN CHRISTMAS DELIGHTS! #IAN1

Romantic excerpt from my holiday novel, CHRISTMAS DELIGHTS (m/m/f interracial romance)

*Winner’s Choice* for the Fall Into Romance Blog Hop

christmasdelights333x500On Christmas Eve, Tranell Merdock finds herself in one of the most romantic countries in the world. Yet, she is stuck slaving over work. She steps away from her demanding job as a successful management consultant to seek a little respite at a local restaurant and draws the attention of Stephan, a very attractive Frenchman.

He lures her in with promises of a passionate rendezvous, but Stephan has a secret he neglects to tell her.

Will Tranell shy away from a night guaranteed to be filled with forbidden pleasures or allow Stephan to take her on a journey she will never forget?

Stephan emerged dressed in all black and garbed in an ankle-length leather coat, whistling softly. He winked at them and made his way to the door. “Be back.”

Since it didn’t appear Fernand was going to ask, she did. “Where ya’ running off to?”

“I left something in car.”

“Right. Sure you wanna leave a sex-deprived woman alone with your hot boyfriend?” she called out as he disappeared into the foyer.

Wow, did I just say that out loud?

Throaty laughter sailed from around the corner. “Fern, make sure Tranell still here when I return.”

“Oh, she’s not going anywhere,” Fernand assured him.

“Whateva. Like you can keep me here against my…” She turned back to Fernand and suddenly lost her train of thought.

The glimmer of sensual longing in his gaze quickened her pulse. A shudder ripped through her. “Uhmm…” Dammit, this is twisted. The look in those starry-blue eyes made her want him. Made her want the both of them.

“Sex deprived?” he asked softly. “Really?”

Breath caught in her throat, she ripped her eyes away. For the sake of doing something with her hand, she retrieved the small spoon from the tray and swirled it around in her coffee.

What to do when you set yourself up for a mortifying conversation? Change the subject.

“Soooo, you uh…you know where he’s going?”

“My guess is to get you a Christmas gift.”

She perked up and dared a look at him. “What, why? He doesn’t have to do that.”

“He doesn’t, but he wants to. I told you; he likes you. He only uses the left something in the car ploy when he needs to sneak out and purchase a gift. It’s not for me because my gifts are under the tree.”

She shook her head. “Aw, that’s very sweet, but noo, not for…tell him not to do—”

“You asked me a question earlier. I want to answer it but before I do…”

He rolled onto his stomach, pushed up on his hands and knees, and crawled over to her.

Reflexively, she scooted away until her back met the couch.

He laughed. “Trying to get away will do you no good.” He grabbed her legs, pulled them from under her hips, and attempted to reach beneath the hem of her skirt.

Tranell quickly slid her cup onto the side table and slapped her hands over his. “Whoa, buddy. Wha’cha doing down there?”

He nodded toward the hearth. “The heat is starting to get to you.” He caught the tab of the zipper to her right boot and dragged it down her calf. “You’re still wearing your jacket and boots. Sweat beads are starting to pop out on your pretty face. You have to come out of all these clothes, girl.”

“Ha! The hearth’s not what got me sweating.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“You should,” she managed to breathe out. “Look, I’m okay, really.”

“Sure you are. Once that alcohol kicks in, you’re going to be melting all over everything.”

She tucked away a grin. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“Not going to answer that,” he sang beneath a chuckle. He sat her boots next to the couch and started rolling down her socks. “Damn, girl, you have the smoothest skin I’ve ever felt. Feels like silk.”

“Thanks. Exfoliating and daily moisturizing pays off.” God, that was so lame. Sounds like I’m advertising some skin product. She watched him steadily, noting the attentiveness of his slow actions. “For a gay man, you’re really good at undressing a woman.”

“Ha-ha…” Grinning bashfully, he straddled her legs and unbuttoned her fitted jacket, starting at the bottom and working his way up. “Not like I haven’t done it before.”

“I can do this myself, ya know.”

“Really? You’re not making any attempts to stop me.”

“Didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2013

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Fall Into #Romance Blog Hop #Giveaway #IAN1 #Ebooks

Happy Friday fellow authors, bloggers and readers!

Today is the start of the Fall Into Romance Blog Hop, and I do believe it’s going to be fun.

We are celebrating romance! I, for one, think romance is worth a celebration.

Joining me on the hop is a list of talented authors, who are offering some great prizes.

Before I get into my prizes, I’d like to highlight two of my all-time favorite romance novels. You see, I’m a paranormal romance junkie and these 2 books helped lead me in that path. Creepin’ and Vegas Bites. They happen to be anthologies. I read these books before I became an author and I fell in love them. I read them both more than once. While writing this blog, I’m considering reading them again.

Creepin'Vegas Bites

It wasn’t just the steamy romance. It was the action and of course the paranormal aspect in the stories. When you add vampires and werewolves to the mix, there’s bound to be some hot supernatural action. I loved all of the characters and their dynamic personalities. Even all these years later, I still refer back to them and how they made me feel. These 2 books will always fall in line with many as my favorite romances.

Now onto the prizes:

How do you win these prizes, you ask? Oh, it’s very easy.

1. First, leave a comment answering this question:

Name your favorite romance novel, and tell me why it is your favorite?

**Don’t forget to include your name and email addy.**

2. Next step, click “like” at the bottom of this post. It will make me happy if you do.

3. If you’re on Facebook, “like” my Yvonne Nicolas Fan Page, OR if you have a Twitter account, follow me @YvonneNicolas **If you already follow my blog, fan page or follow me on twitter, just state it in the comment area when you answer the question.**

4. And last, but certainly not least, follow my blog. 🙂

Following all of these steps are required to win!

At the end of the contest, I’ll randomly choose a winner. Then I’ll announce the winner a day after the contest ends. So make sure you get your answer in and complete the steps before the 21st of September.

I usually hold contests of this nature for US contestants only, BUT NOT THIS TIME. 😉 It’s international, baby! So enter for your chance to win.

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