Sunday, December 21, 2014

Sam's Temptation Tour: A New Release By VS Morgan!

Sam’s Temptation
V.S. Morgan
Decadent Publishing
Length: 77 pages, ~20,000 words
Genre(s): Contemporary Erotic Multicultural Western Foodie Rubenesque


On a working vacation in Montana, Chef Gabi Inez’s schedule allows her to enjoy planned activities and hangout with her cousin and his new family. She’s not looking for love, but spending time with a hunky cowboy sounds perfect. Gabi works hard, but every girl needs some fun. What if flirting leads to something more? 

Sam Malone is the brains behind Blackbird, a guest and working ranch. Since his parents’ death, his sole purpose has been family and the ranch’s survival. Burned by love in the past, he avoids the distraction that comes with beautiful women. But what’s a cowboy to do when a sweet and sassy chef gets under his skin, only to be told by her overprotective cousin she’s off limits?

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Hot anger rolled over him. Damn his stupid ass brother for scaring her. He grasped her hand and gently rubbed his thumb over the back of it, wanting to erase her long-ago hurts.

She wore a T-shirt with Come to the Dark Side, We Have Cookies emblazoned across the chest and boxer pajama bottoms with cookies on them. Her knees brushed his hips. He was suddenly aware he wasn’t wearing much. Hell, he hadn’t even buttoned his jeans. Samreleased her hand and crossed his arms over his chest. In the background, Katy Perry warned about playing with magic.

“Sorry, my brother’s an immature jerk. I can superglue his butt to his chair or something.” A headlock followed by a noogie sounded really good right then.

“I appreciate the offer, but it’s not necessary.” She peeked up at him with a rueful expression. “I bet you aren’t afraid of anything.”

He shook his head. “I’m scared of spiders. The little bastards creep me out. I make Wyatt kill them as part of his big brother responsibilities.”

Her face lit up with her smile, and his pulse quickened in response. So damn sexy, and she wasn’t even trying….

About the Author:
V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She's been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters - even for two hot men - because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/f and m/m with heart.

V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.

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Twitter: @vsmorgan1

Saturday, November 8, 2014

#MySexySaturday {67}: Rules are meant to be broken...

So once again we're doing firsts this week. First meeting, first kiss...first what ever. And I'm going to feature the characters from my newest release, Twice the Chance, Twice the Ecstasy.  In this mmf menage book, Ms. Calypso, a goddess with an agenda, throws together a happily married bi-sexual couple with a divorcee who is looking for what was missing in her marriage. The rules are clear cut - the three will enjoy each other carnally but return to their separate rooms.  Well, that's at least until Dre and Luca decide it's time to change the rules and for the first allow a woman to sleep with them.  

Enjoy my sexy sevenish paragraphs and be sure to check in with the rest of the peeps. 


Biting his lower lip, Dre shrugged. “It was just a thought. But if you’d rather not…” 

“I didn’t say that. I’m asking why, after all these years, you want to change one of our longest held rules.” Grabbing the hand towel off the rack, he wiped away the stray bits of shaving cream. 

“I don’t know. She…it’s different with her. While I enjoy the fuck out of screwing her until she screams, she’s also fun to be around even when we’re not tearing up the sheets. We can actually carry on regular conversations with her.” Dre rubbed the back of his neck. “She even likes my games. Do you know how many women can actually say they like gory ‘first shooter’ games and mean it?” 

Luca crossed his arms over his chest. Dre’s words were pretty, but the man still hadn’t answered his question. “Few, I’m sure. But again, what does this have to do with inviting her into our bed? There has to be more than compatibility in the sack and good conversation to get me to agree to change one of our rules. Especially for a woman we’ll probably never see again.” 

Dre hung his head and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Dammit, Luca. I don’t want you to think I’m saying you’re not e-fucking-nough. You’ve been my world for the past twenty years. I don’t want to lose you just because Eryka feels like she belongs with us.” 

Deciding to take mercy on his husband, Luca tipped up his chin with one finger. “Who said anything about losing me?” He gazed into Dre’s dark eyes. “I feel the connection too, but unless we’re on the same page, nothing more will come of our time with Eryka. So if this is just because you think I want it - or even something you think Eryka needs, I won’t allow it. Our bed is our sacred place. A place where we don’t fuck, but make love.” He rubbed his thumb over Dre’s lower lip. “While I think it’d be amazing to have her between us, I refuse to share something that intimate with a vacation fling.” 

Dre leaned into his touch. “What if I don’t want it to be just a one-time thing? She lives less than an hour from us. We could make it work.” 

Luca’s groin tightened at the longing in Dre’s voice. Pulling back, he smiled down at him. “Then I say we bring her back here after the party and convince her.”

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Haunted House of Manlove Flash Hop

Once again it's time to celebrate with a House of Manlove's blog hop.  This time we're celebrating the fun time of All Hallow's Eve.  Or Halloween as my kiddos call it.  As an author who is scared to death of things that go bump in the night this was challenge for me. I don't do forgive me if my tale is frightening enough. Instead I wanted to give you a ghost story where redemption is the theme.  So read along as we find out of Kaden is strong enough to carry on without his lover, Eric, or if he's brave enough to take what Eric's ghost offers.  

Oh and don't forget to check out the links at the end of the story.  It'll give you the schedule for the rest of the wonderful authors who will be celebrating all week long! 

Twilight’s Embrace by Dakota Trace


Shivering against the rain, Kaden Shozavitz ignored the tingle of apprehension as he pushed open the door to the place he’d sworn never to return to– Bruceworth Manor. Soaked to the bone from his long walk up the graveled drive, after a tree crashed onto his car, he no longer cared he was seeking refuge in the home of his late lover, Eric Bruceworth the Third. It was shelter from the storm raging outside. 

As he shut the door behind him, Kaden found it hard to believe it had been two years ago that he held Eric in his arms as his best friend and lover had drawn his last breath. The ravaging pancreatic cancer had eaten away at Eric, until he’d become a mere shell of the man Kaden had fallen in love with. But he’d stayed by his lover’s side ‘til the end as he’d promised. 

“Don’t let me die alone in a hospital bed, tereso. Stay with me. Let your face be the last I see – your voice the last I hear – your arms the last I feel.”

Kaden had, even as the futility of the situation had torn him up. He’d remained at Eric’s side until the agonizing end. But once his lover had drawn his last breath, he’d gently closed Eric’s eyes, and sworn never to cross the threshold again. 

“So why are you here?” His words echoed back at him as he stepped inside the foyer. “Because of that damned letter.” 

The last thing he’d expected to receive a week before Halloween was a letter from Eric’s lawyer – a request from Eric – so the man claimed. The attorney said something about a ruling from the grave. But Kaden had been in a daze, understanding nothing after the “Eric requests your presence at Bruceworth on all Hallow’s Eve.” 

Reaching out, he flicked on the light switch, sighing disgustedly when nothing happened. “Shit! At least he could’ve made sure the electricity was on.” After digging into his knapsack for his flashlight, he turned it on. The beam of light barely illuminated the cavernous foyer. Once it had been filled with life as Eric, an avid gardener, had kept his home over flowing with lush vegetation, but now it was a mockery of its former glory. The golden urns on either side of the door were empty, the sturdy oak table where he’d made love to Eric more than once was barren, and dust motes floated in the air. 

He swung his bag back onto his shoulder. Shutting the door behind him, he drew a deep breath, stealing himself against the memories, and made his way down the hall toward his destination. His footsteps echoed as he crossed the marbled floor. 

His palms were clammy as he turned the brass knob to Eric’s study. The silence inside the room sent shivers up his spine. Setting his bag down next to the desk, he sighed. The room was a little cleaner than foyer, but not by much. The pile of wood next to the massive fireplace told him that at least someone wanted to make sure he was comfortable despite the lack of electricity. Shrugging off his leather jacket, he draped it over the back of Erik’s massive chair. 

“A fire is the first item on the agenda.” 

* * * *

Several hours later, Kaden awoke surrounded by warmth and a body pressed between him and the back of the couch. Sometime during the night, the fire had died down but embers still burnt in the hearth. He probably should get up, but instead relaxed deeper into the embrace, feeling a contentment he hadn’t felt since they’d found out about Eric’s cancer. His eyes drifted back shut, sleep beaconing once more. 

“Always such a sleepy head, tereso. Especially when you’re in my arms…” 

Kaden’s eyes flew open in surprise. Despite his sleep-fogged mind and slower than normal responses, he recognized the expensive scent of Eric’s Italian cologne, and the long length of the man cradling him in the curve of his body. He shifted onto his back, squinting in the near darkness. “Eric?” 

“I’ve missed you.” A hand brushed over his cheek. “More than you can know.” The words were breathed against Kaden’s lips, as Eric leaned over him. 

Familiar desire flooded Kaden’s system. His body recognized the masterful touch and the taste of his lover. He moaned softly and pressed closer. He didn’t care if this was a dream. He needed this. He thrust his tongue into Eric’s mouth and clutched at his shoulders. He whimpered when Eric tore his mouth away.

“Shh...slow down. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Eric’s familiar words settled like a red-hot poker in his groin. They’d always been followed by slow-but-demanding sex. Behind his constricting jeans, his cock wept with need. 

“At least not yet.” 

Kaden’s blood froze and he glared up at Eric’s shadowy face. “Not ever again.” He tried to shove Eric away, but his lover pinned him with ease. 

“Hush, and listen.” Erik’s tone was firm. 

“Don’t you hush me! You’ve been haunting me for the past two years. I can’t answer the phone without expecting to hear your voice, look up from my desk and not expect to see you there. Hell, I can’t even sleep without you haunting my dreams.” He shoved at Eric’s chest as tears burned the back of his eyes. “Damnit! You weren’t supposed to die! You weren’t supposed to leave me.” 

“I know.” Eric cupped his chin. “Which is why I’m here now. You have a choice.” 

“What do you mean… choice?” Kaden narrowed his eyes. 

“You can continue as you are, or have me for an eternity.” Eric rubbed his thumb over Kaden’s lower lip. 

“But you’re dead.” Kaden’s mind whirled. “You want me to commit suicide?” 

Eric gave a slow shake of his head. “No. You’ve been in an accident. Your protettore told me it might be my last chance with you. He shouldn’t have, since his job is to protect you, but if you keep travelling down the path you’re headed, you’ll die anyway. The drink will kill you.” 

“What did you expect me to do?” Kaden tried to free himself again. “Just continue on like you hadn’t died?” 

This time Eric released him. “I expected you to grieve, then live a full and happy life. It’s what you promised me.” 

Kaden rolled off the couch. “I lied. There will never be another for me. Damn it. You loved me too well. No man can replace you.” 

Eric pushed himself up on one arm, the blanket pooling around his waist. “Then spend the rest of the night in my embrace. But do so realizing your protettore will be unable to save you this time – you will leave everything behind. However, you will be mine for eternity.” 

Could he leave his job behind that kept him sane after Eric’s passing? His family who loved him, but truly didn’t understand him? Staring down at Eric, Kaden realized there was no choice. “You.” The word came out hoarse. “I choose you.” 

“Then come here.” Eric lifted the blanket. 

Contentment filled Kaden as he settled against Eric. He was home.

Hop Schedule: 

October 26: Jenna and Dakota

October 27: ND Wilder and Amelia 

October 28 Alexis and Evelise

October 29: Kimber and Jennah

October 30: JT Hall and Chris

October 31: Kate W., Skye, and Heloise

©Dakota Trace All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Missing Stop: Day 6 of The Case of the Missing Torque

Hey peeps, sorry about the delay but due to some unforeseen circumstances, the stop that was to be posted on the Love of Bookends blog was unable to be posted.  (Ms Sheri, I do hope your son gets to feeling better) With that being said, I still want the readers to be able to make each stop...and understand the it continues from blog to blog as Colleen searches for her missing torque.  With that being the case, the article that was to appear for day six is listed below.  Feel free to comment and enter...the prizes will be the same!  And don't forget to hit me up tonight at the Wrap Up Party. All the winners of the daily blog stops will be announced along with some cool prizes from my co-host Evelise Archer, and of course the grand prize....which I finally had time to photograph!  And as always...a special thanks to the readers and my wonderful hosts for supporting me. :)

A basket full of goodies:  a 2015 Wolf Calender, a necklace with the Seer's Torque, two key chains with the same torque, a winter spruce scented candle (which reminds Matthias of Andy's scent) a vanilla bean scented candle (which reminds Matthias of Colleen's scent), and of course a free e-copy (not pictured) of Wolfen Bonds!   

“Mistress Colleen.” The older woman nodded in greeting as she looked up from the dough she was kneading. “Who’s your guest?”

“Hey, Sara.” Colleen approached the flour-covered island. “This is Dakota’s muse, Livvy. Personally, I don’t know how Dakota deals with her. I’ve wanted to strangle her at least four separate times on this blog tour.”

Sara laughed. “Really?”

“Yeah…” Colleen sighed as Livvy disappeared into the pantry – probably in search of something chocolate. “Do you have a minute?”

“For you…of course. Just give me a minute to put this dough on the stove to rise.” She quickly divided the dough into fourths, and then placed each piece into the buttered loaf pans.

Colleen rounded the island. “Here let me help you.” She picked up two of the pans and followed Sara. After Sara placed several potato sack clothes over the rising dough, Collen brought up the real reason she’d tracked Sara down. “You don’t by chance still have my torque do you?”

Sara shook her head. “Sorry. After I cleaned it up, I intended to send it up on your evening tray, but that man came in, took one look at it and managed to sweet talk me into letting him return it to you. I never knew Irishmen could be so convincing.”

Man? Colleen could only hope the housekeeper was speaking about Carrick. “So you gave it to my brother?”

A bubble of laughter escaped Sara. “You wish, child. No, it’s that Seer friend of yours. The one with the long gray hair and dresses like a refuge from sixties.”

Colleen swallowed hard. “Nevin has it?”

Sara got a worried look on her face. “Was it alright to give it to him? I mean he traveled all the way to Scotland with you. I assumed he was trustworthy.”

“He is.” Colleen sighed as a loud crash came from the pantry. “More trustworthy than the muse who’s currently raiding your chocolate stash. You might want to go check on her. Dakota once told me she managed to eat nearly ten pounds of Reese Pieces the last time she was left unattended in the candy shop.”

Sara narrowed her eyes. “She did, did she? Well not on my watch. If you’ll excuse me for a moment?”

“Of course.” Colleen nodded, almost feeling sorry for the muse. Hell was about to rain down on Livvy’s unsuspecting head.

As soon as the housekeeper disappeared into the pantry, Colleen turned to the readers. “So once more it seems my torque has eluded me. It seems I’m going to have to track down Nevin tomorrow at Ella Sheridan’s blog. Goddess only knows what payment he’ll demand for my foolishness.”

“Hey! I wasn’t done with that!” Livvy trailed after Sara who was clutching a tin of imported dutch chocolate to her ample bosom.

“I don’t care if you were done with it or not. That’s the Alpha’s favorite chocolate. If you eat it all, I won’t have any for his cocoa.”

“But I want it,” Livvy pouted. “Give it back.”

Colleen began to count mentally as the muse tried to convince the housekeeper to return the chocolate, then she sighed. “Just ignore the arguing women. Instead, why not enter both contests? The daily contest will snag you some pretty awesome rack cards from Dakota’s latest 1NS book, Wyk’s Surrender – just enter your name and email in the comment section below.”

The arguing grew louder as Livvy tried to pry the chocolate away from Sara. A sharp cry followed the rap of a wooden spoon against the unfortunate muse’s fingers. Colleen turned to glare at the women. “Enough! You two are acting like two year olds. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

Sara turned red. “I’m sorry, Miss Colleen.”

Livvy on the other hand stuck her tongue out at Colleen.

“Real mature.” Colleen shook her head. “Okay and for the grand prize? It’s simple – enter the name on the graphic in the Google form below, along with the site you found it on. Then Dakota will be drawing a winner at the end of the Wrap Up Party on the 25th.”

Colleen barely caught Livvy’s movement out of the corner of her eye. But catch it she did. “Livvy, if you don’t want me to call Lucian right this minute, I suggest you stop right there.”

Livvy scowled. “You wouldn’t call that Scottish pain in the ass muse.”

“Oh, yes I would. In a heartbeat.” Colleen assured the naughty muse. “I’m sure Shay would lend him to me. Imagine how long you’d be washing dishes in here, if he found out you’ve been stealing chocolate again?”

Livvy looked away, then gave a perky giggle. “So who we visiting tomorrow? Another hunky Scotsman?”

Colleen just shook her head. Some people’s muses.

The Council of Elders has charged Matthias Galloway with bringing the once prosperous Taghte Pack back into the Council's fold. In exchange for his services, Matthias names his terms: he wants to claim his longtime lover and friend, Andrew, as his mate.

Nephew of a powerful alpha, Andrew Gilchrist has long been a coveted commodity because of his services as a healer. Neither expects the Council to agree to Mathias’s terms, leaving him free, finally, to claim his chosen mate. Even more unexpected is the presence of a third-bond to appear during their mating ritual.

The grandchildren of the slain alpha of the Taghte pack, Colleen Donghall and her twin brother, were whisked away at birth. They're still kept hidden from those who would harm them. Raised in seclusion, Colleen's never experienced lust, let alone the bond between mates. On the night of lunar eclipse, she's drawn into Matthias and Andrew's passionate claiming, and her dormant libido is powerfully awoken.

But it’s nothing compared to the lust and danger that will stalk her and her mates, when she arrives in Scotland.


Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who found her passion in storytelling at a young age. She wrote her first novel her freshman year on an old electric IBM typewriter. Now writing in several different genres from erotic romance and BDSM to m/m and paranormal, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt. When she isn’t writing, she’s a devoted band mom and a loving wife.
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Friday, October 24, 2014

Beyond Fairytales Blessings Blog Hop

Okay's the scoop...TL Reeve and I came up with this wonderful idea for a blog hop. So we gathered all of our Beyond Fairytales author friends and are putting on a party. And not a Christmas party - a Thanksgiving Party - one that will give an insider view on what our BF characters are thankful for - and the kicker of it all? Collect their blessings and you'll be entered to win a mega bundle of Beyond Fairytales.  The entry form is below and is on all the stops.  

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