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Fantasy and Footwear by J.J Lore

Today we’ve got a visitor, please welcome J.J Lore and her Fantasy and Footwear.


Two sexy elves, one innocent human woman, and a pair of thigh-high boots.


Hanna Bregot is struggling to make a go of her ailing father’s cobbler shop, but the residents of her town regard a woman shoemaker as an oddity. At the end of the day, she can’t even summon the energy to repair her tattered slippers, let alone earn enough to feed herself or her cat.

Elf companions Lear and Garrin like to mingle among humans, but always in disguise. When they notice a poor cobbler crying over her shoes one evening, they immediately decide to intervene and give her a gift in the hopes of lifting her spirits.

What starts out as simple kindness soon morphs into a sensual game the three want to play forever. But when the Queen of the Elves discovers their love, it becomes a matter of magic versus mundane in a life or death decision.

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A gasping noise interrupted his thoughts and he and Lear turned toward the sound, alert to any threat. Rather than facing an intruding thief, instead they confronted a blinking Hanna crouched on the stairs. She was clad in a thin chemise, her bare feet and ankles peeping out from under the frayed hem as she tottered on an upper step, her thin hand grasping the rail. Her pink lips parted wordlessly as she glanced between the two of them. For a long moment, Garrin found himself wondering what she saw. Neither he nor his mate had bothered to assume a human veil, so she was now seeing elven men for what had to be the first time in her life. He knew he was ruggedly built by his race’s standards, where Lear aligned more closely to the slim, lithe ideal. They both had brown hair grown long and pulled back in a hank. His was thick and dark while Lear’s was more auburn and smooth. Of course, their pointed ears and sharper features were likely the first things she’d notice, alerting her to the presence of magical beings in her shop.

“You’re…you’re…” Hanna’s soft voice trembled and before he realized what he was about, Garrin found himself rising, ready to assist. Her blue eyes widened as she took him in and her eyelids fluttered. Like a felled sapling she slumped, crumpling on the stairs in a swoon. She would have tumbled down the last remaining few if he hadn’t gathered her up in his arms. Her warm weight was a welcome burden and he allowed himself the pleasure of looking over her body, taking in the swells of her breasts pressing against the thin fabric of her gown, the curved collarbone and hollow at the base of her throat revealed by the garment’s disarray. Her dark brown lashes fluttered against her pale skin as she roused and he couldn’t help but draw in a deep breath to capture her sweet, musky scent while he could.

Lear crouched at her side, running his fingers along the soft skin of her wrist, his gaze never leaving her face.

“Should we return her to bed, do you think?” Garrin tried to keep his voice low so as to not startle her, but she flinched and blinked her eyes instead. Her gaze flew to his, her deep blue eyes wide with confusion as she pressed her hands to his chest as if to push away. He tightened his grip instinctively, something about their physical closeness pulling him to her in an immediate and primal way. Her muscles stiffened in response and at that slight friction against his body, his prong thrummed to life, affirming that indeed he wished to have this woman.

“What are you? Why are you in my shop?” Her voice quavered and her eyes brightened with imminent tears. “Please don’t hurt me.”

Garrin took in an aghast breath. She was frightened of them? To be fair, they were trespassing, but they were attempting to do a good deed and had certainly never contemplated sneaking up to observe her as she slept. Or at least he hadn’t until the thought occurred.

“We won’t hurt you.” Lear’s voice went quiet and soothing, but the woman shook her head in denial. Her limbs quivered as if she longed to escape.

“We aimed to help you, mistress, only that.” Garrin knew that wasn’t quite the whole truth but better to reassure her than reveal he and his mate harbored lustful thoughts toward her. To ease her stress he invoked a small glamour over her, a mere shadow of reassurance and charm.

“But…but…what are you? You aren’t like any men I’ve seen before. Are you from one of the northern kingdoms?” Hanna blinked and attempted to sit up, somehow managing to position herself on Garrin’s lap. His thickened prong approved of the soft buttocks pressed to it. Her expression was sleep softened and gentle, not tense and frightened like before.

“In a manner of speaking,” Lear agreed with her but went still as she reached out one work-worn hand to almost touch the flared point of his ear.

“Was that an injury? How could that be? You both have them.” Her tone went from

speculative to confused. Her whole body flinched against his, and Garrin longed for her to move like that when he had his thick prong pressed tight inside her body. However, it seemed there were quite a few impediments to overcome before that scenario would come to pass.

“You aren’t human, are you?” Now she did pull away in earnest, somehow able to overcome the little spell he’d sent her way.

Lear reached out to her cheek and whispered something under his breath and she quieted again, gently shaking her head even as she subsided against Garrin’s shoulder.

“We’re elves.” Garrin believed direct was best, especially when she was somewhat impaired by magic. She moaned low in her throat and Lear again reached for her, smoothing his fingers along her wrists.

“But you don’t exist. The old stories are mere fables and tales. The devil has pointed ears like yours. Or a demon. The cleric says minions of hell can come to steal us away underground where you use us cruelly.”

Garrin wondered what the cleric’s reaction would be if an orc shambled through his church in the middle of a service, or dwarves tunneled out of the vestry floor. As always, the legends and tales of humans cast magical folk as the enemy and blamed them for all the troubles that befell them.

“We aren’t devils or even particularly mean.” Lear smiled at her and she tentatively returned it. How much of her agreeability was due to genuine feeling or the glamour, Garrin couldn’t guess, but the main point was she was calm. “Merely different.”

Hanna raised her hands in the air and shifted her legs, clearly attempting to rise, but Garrin wanted to hold her fast. She might stumble and he would not care to see her injure herself.

“You need to let me go. You need to leave my home,” she declared as she wrenched herself free and tottered between them. Her gaze fell on the boots gleaming like night, and her eyes widened again. “What…are those for me?”

“Yes, Mistress Hanna.” Lear stood from his crouch and reached for the boots, holding them out as the silken laces trailed down.

“This defies all explanation. Mythical creatures in my shop, making me beautiful things.” Hanna’s voice trailed off as she accepted the boots and ran her fingertips along the stitched seams, her hair loosening from the plait down her back. “I should be afraid, screaming for the constable, but I’m not. Why?”

Garrin cleared his throat, sure he didn’t want to tell her the reason.

“We mean you no harm, so there’s no need to be afraid.” Lear nodded encouragingly at her. “Would you care to try them on?”

He knelt at her feet, a supplicant searching for her approval. Abandoning all pretense of aloofness, Garrin joined him, needing to touch her again. He no longer cared about the potentially grave consequences of interacting with her. He craved this sweet-smelling human as he craved wooded glens and waterfalls.

J. J. Lore Bio:

J. J. Lore needs three things; strong, black coffee, time to write, and…well…you can guess the third. When she isn’t inventing fantastical tales filled with passionate people, she’s shaking sriracha on whatever she’s eating or reading about the Justinian plague. For updates on her bestselling erotic romance releases, visit her at or follow on Twitter @JJLore1

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Tuesday Tease

This is a tease from one of WIPs ‘Submitting to her Boss’ it’s finished but there is something stopping me from submitting it. It will be in the same world as my Black Rose Series.


Her arms went tentatively over his shoulders and as her lips open he slipped his tongue it, his hands stroking the curve of her neck. They broke apart, her rapid breath made her breasts nearly spill out of the corset. His fingers ached to touch them, to cup them, brushing his thumbs over her nipples and taste them. Instead he fought against the urge, he brushed a strand a hair away from her eyes. “You look nice.” He reached out, touching the ribbon around her throat. “Nice touch.” James dipped his head, brushing his lips against the curve of her neck.


Her skin went hot underneath his touch. “Maybe I should wear this at the office if that’s the response I’m going to get.”


“You’d never leave my office if you wore that.” Dee glanced down but James guided her head back up until her eyes met his. “Don’t hide from me, Dee.” He laced his fingers through hers. The simple move intimate and solidify their connection.

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Paranormal Love Blog

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This week I’m taking part in the Paranormal Love Blog. From witches to werewolves, vampires to berserkers, you name it we have it. This blog hop is open to authors and writers whose work is published or unpublished. We also welcome works-in-progresses/WIP’s! So join us each work and check out our cool stories

The Raven’s Kill


Raven would never understand how people survived walking on two feet or driving in a steel box. He spent the majority of his time in his bird form, the wind currents under his wings as they carried him in their wake. There was something incredible natural about flying as simple as breathing for humans. He kept a reasonable distance from the car, caught up in an air pocket. Even if they caught sight of him in the rear-view mirror, they wouldn’t be able to guess a more calculated mind worked inside the fragile body of a bird, underneath the feathers.

He’d seen civilization rise and fall. In all that time, he’d never laid eyes on someone like Cassandra, someone who shook his resolve. Raven perched on one of the trees surrounding the estate. Cassandra stood on the doorstep for a few seconds; the wind caught her hair as she dug into her purse for a key, unlocked the door and vanished inside. According to the information Nicolai had gathered, she lived alone. Her life was completely isolated, the thought of her so utterly alone called to him on a primal level. Another connection forged between them. Neither of them had someone close like family. Originally, she’d lived in the city but after the crash killed her parents, she’d moved back into the family home, probably to sort out the things her parents left behind. There were memories in there she handled by herself, a strength under all that purity.

The Raven’s Kill is a short story (on sale) and can be found at all outlets.

Here’s the blurb.

Raven is a shifter with the ability to see the darkness in a person’s soul. He has never strayed off his path or let a target live before, until he meets Cassandra for the first time. She’s an innocent, so why does someone want her dead?

As soon as Cassandra laid eyes on the mysterious man, she wants him with an intensity that scares her. When he appears in her room one night with an impossible story, she has two choices—believe him or die.

It’s a fight against time and with an attraction that scares them both, no-one knows what the future holds.

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#TantalizingTuesdays Torn

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She rolled onto her side and got back to her feet. Restless energy filled her, she wasn’t used to being trapped. For the moment her wings were useless and the knowledge spread through her like a sickness. Kari slowly made her way back around the room, using her hand on the wall to keep her balance. For weeks it had felt like someone had been watching her, it wasn’t unusually, even if the small town she’d grown up in, her blessing was striking but who would want to hurt her? Kari didn’t have enemies. Well, none that she knew about.

The door opened. A man stood there, in the shadows beyond it. Kari edged away. “Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone.” He didn’t say anything but raised his arm. The light in the room caused the barrel of the gun to gleam as light reflected off of it. “Please don’t.” The words left her in a whisper. An audible pop, a stab of pain and Kari stared down, her eyes widened in shock. A dart with a dark brown feathered tip was embedded in her chest. She hit the floor hard, instead of the pain she expected, numbness spread instead.

As Kari tugged the dart free, darkness ate up her vision. She wanted to keep her eyes open but whatever he’d hit her with made that impossible. It was only when the man walked into the room, and she caught sight of the instrument in his hand, the long sharp blade that she realised…she should have fought harder to stay awake.

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Elodie Parkes and Rescuing Cade



Rescuing Cade

Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.

Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.

Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.

The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?

An erotic romance with a sprinkle of vanilla BDSM


Cade took his time drinking his coffee on Saturday morning. He wanted to go out to the street market and call into the coffee shop to buy fresh grounds, but he knew the reminder of being with Marissa there the weekend before would hurt. He drove there and parked in the big flat lot at one end of the High Street. Thoughts of Marissa teased him as he sat for a moment in his car and assessed his feelings. She’d touched his heart and he knew it. He sighed and thrust away the idea of calling into her place on the journey home from the market. She doesn’t want me.

He turned up the collar of his leather jacket against the cool breeze, and after checking he’d locked his car, since his thoughts drifted time and again to Marissa’s lovely face, he stalked off up the street. He avoided the market stalls he and Marissa had stopped at the week before, making straight for the farmers’ market section, where he bought two different kinds of apples and a couple of large potatoes he knew could be put in the oven and baked without him having to hassle around.

When he entered the coffee shop he kept his face turned from the café end and ordered his usual Italian roast grounds, but then, longing to recall Marissa as she gazed at him over the table they shared the Saturday before, he glanced around—and there she was.

She stared at him from a table in the middle of the café.

Cade blinked to make sure he wasn’t just imagining she was there. He paid for his coffee order, and drawn to Marissa’s table as if by some invisible thread, Cade quickly walked over there.

“Marissa, it’s so good to see you. I hoped you’d call me. May I sit with you?” He croaked out the words as his heart flipped about and the urge to pick her up, crush her to his body, and devastate her with a kiss scared him with its ferocity.

She didn’t speak, only nodded an assent at him.

Cade dragged out a chair and dropped his shopping to the floor. He sat down close to Marissa, but still facing her.

She turned her coffee cup around and around in the saucer. Her gaze riveted on the coffee in there.

She wasn’t wearing makeup. Her face was pale and her cloud of brown hair wisped around her heart-shaped face.

Cade smiled noticing for the first time a faded splatter of freckles across her nose. The tremble in her fingers, didn’t escape Cade’s hungry observation. She’s nervous. Is that because she likes me or thinks I’ll make a scene and wishes I’d leave? He reached out and clasped her fingers in his.

Her coffee cup clattered a little in the saucer.

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About Elodie:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal, fantasy, or suspense. Her books are always steamy. Her tag is, Cool stories: 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, Evernight Siren Hot Ink Press Eternal Press Secret Cravings Ra Jones Anthologies Side Street Cookie Publishing

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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#New #Release Guitars and Cupcakes.

guitarsandcupcakes1sI never thought that this day would come. It’s been a rough old couple of months. The muse has been AWOL and every time I started a story, doubt wormed his way in. I wasn’t good enough. Guitars and Cupcakes went through several stages and its only because of the people who stood by me and didn’t let me give up that it’s here now. Be sure to add it to you #TBR lists.


It shouldn’t work… 

Clayton Heaton, a mechanic with a love of music, doesn’t believe in long term relationships. The girl who makes mouth-watering cookies is about to change his mind. 

Lily Collins, a baker with a past she can’t forget, can’t risk having her heart broken again. A man who sings from the soul is determined to prove to her that not all men are the same.



He drank in the sight of her body. Then she turned. Lily yelped in surprise and dropped a tray. The clanking of it hitting the floor shattered the peace that had been created by her song.

“Oh Christ, are you okay?” Clayton moved around the counter and started to help her retrieve her things from off the floor.

She pulled earphones out of her ears. “What are you trying to do, give me a heart attack?” she accused, roughly pushing the tray toward him. Clayton took it and got to work cleaning up. Her cheeks were red but this time it wasn’t a blush. Anger. He’d frightened her. The plan had been simple. Unleash the Heaton charm and get a date with the redhead. But she certainly wasn’t in the right mood now. As Lily stood and disappeared back into the kitchen, Clayton finished picking up the cookies, then followed her. The kitchen was clean, well, if he didn’t count the bowls and trays on the counter. She’d ended up leaning against the sink, her head bowed, and he caught sight of her hands shaking. Damn, he’d really scared her.

“Lily?” He placed the plate onto the counter. Her slender shoulders were tight and when she turned, her lips parted. Clayton raised his hand, stopping whatever she’d been about to say. “I know I’m starting to sound like a broken record, but I’m sorry.”

Her chest rose and fell, more under control than a few seconds before. “What are you doing here so early?”

Well, I wanted to ask you out. I’ve been thinking of you constantly since yesterday. I want to find out if those lips of yours taste as good as they look. “I woke up early and thought I’d come here for a coffee.”

She raised one eyebrow. “You don’t have coffee at home?”

But then you wouldn’t be there, and seeing you makes the day worthwhile. “Not as good as yours.” Clayton shrugged off his guitar case and balanced it against a large dishwasher.

Lily’s eyes went wide. “What are you doing?”

He took off his jacket and placed it on a hook on the wall. “I’m going to help you replace the biscuits you lost. It’s the least I can do.” She looked torn. Lily didn’t want him to stay, that much was obvious, but he couldn’t just leave her to clean up when it had been his fault. Clayton rolled up his sleeves. “Come on, free labor right here. Do I have to beg before you let me help? I’ll get on my knees if you want.”

A small smile pulled at her lips. “I find it hard to believe that you’ve begged for anything before.”

He took a step toward her. The urge to touch her nearly overwhelmed him. “I bet I can make you beg for something.” Clayton glanced down at her. The rise and fall of her chest, accentuated by that tight t-shirt, and the scent of vanilla was all a dangerous assault to his senses.

Lily nibbled at her bottom lip but didn’t seem capable of meeting his eyes. “I don’t doubt that.” 


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#tantalizingtuesdays – The Perfect Kiss

Every Tuesday some writers get together and we plot to take over the world…um okay not the world exactly but for one day we chose a picture and write 200 words about it. For those who read my blog you’ll know I haven’t done this in a while. Actually I’m sure its been half a year or so, maybe more. Well I decided to get back on board. I write a lot more flash fiction these days and I’m finding real enjoyment for it. So without any further delay, here’s my piece. Make sure to check out everyone’s by following the link below. Also I borrowed the picture from the first Spiderman movie, well the remake but you get the idea. :)


The Perfect Kiss

Ella Grey (2015)

I think I’m going to be sick. Jenny took a deep breath. No, that would be a really bad idea. You’ve been wanting this for months, the perfect moment. The perfect kiss. The pep talk really didn’t help, her stomach was twisted in knots. The beat of her heart thumped in her ears. Her palms were sweaty. If Drew noticed that she was about to pass out from the anticipation, he didn’t show it. He reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her breath caught. This is ridiculous. I should have kissed him, not built up the expectation until it reach unbearable levels. What the hell was I thinking? This is going to go wrong. I’ll end up kissing his nose and making a fool out of myself. I’m such an idiot. Jenny couldn’t get her brain to stop on its mindless rampage. She closed her eyes. Then snapped them open again. You shouldn’t close your eyes, the chances of your lips connecting on his chin or cheek are a lot higher if you can’t see. You want those perfect lips you’ve been dreaming about. Jenny stopped herself with a sigh of annoyance, who’s ever heard of a romantic kiss with your eyes open?


She pulled away slightly. Drew looked perplexed and a little bemused. “What’s wrong? Did I say something?” Sometimes that happened, her mouth went on a little detour all by its self.

He smiled. “Your mind is going a mile a minute, isn’t it?”

“Well yeah.” She admitted with a sigh. “I just want this to be….” Drew lunged forward and captured her lips with his and then sharply pulled away. Jen’s eyes had drifted closed. “Why did you stop? Did I do something wrong?”

“You can’t do anything wrong Jen.” A soft laugh warmed her all the way to her toes. “I just thought we should get the first kiss out of the way, because believe me, it might have been our first but it won’t be our last and there’s plenty of time to get it perfect.”


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