#sexysnippet from Weekend with the Dom #bdsm @evernightpub

Another blast from the past for this weeks sexy snippet. (I’m currently writing young adult which obviously isn’t suited for this) This little excerpt is from Weekend with the Dom, the middle story in my Black Rose series. If you want to read it, you should read The Schoolteacher and the Dom, which is the first in the series.

Alex smiled into the handset. “You looked so good, stepping under that hot spray. You tell me one man who could have kept his mind focussed on cooking with something that enticing just a few feet away, and I’ll show you a liar.” A low moan was her only response. “You didn’t complain when I joined you, pouring shower gel all over your body, working it in with my hands, teasing those nipples of yours until they were rock hard. Do you remember how I pressed you against the wall, slipping a hand down your front until I found the wetness that told me how excited you were? If you hurry, I wouldn’t mind giving you a repeat performance before dinner.”


Is their relationship ready for the next step?

When faced with the reality that she isn’t giving Dom Alex Winchester the relationship he needs, Nola Pryce is faced with a choice. How far is she willing to go to save the relationship with the man she loves?

Sometimes submitting to desire is the hardest thing to do.

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Superhero Wednesday


Hello ladies and likeminded men, this week we’re going with a suggestion from Leann Mallow. Today we’ve got a rather dashing picture of Mark Ruffalo, who played the Hulk in the Avengers. Since I haven’t seen X-Men: Days of Future Past yet, it’s still the bar by which I measure all comic book movies.

This week will be the start of me showcasing the men of the Avengers. I think out of all of them Mark Ruffalo as Bruce Banner is full of a quiet intensity. He isn’t your typical muscle bound hero until he becomes his green alter ego. Over the years I’ve watched quite a few interpretations of the character, the television show, Eric Bana and Edward Norton. When I heard about the dispute between the studies and Norton about him appearing in the Avengers and for that to fall through. I was a little worried until of course I saw Mark Ruffalo as the character, not an obvious choice but still a good one.

SO what do you think of this interpretation of the character?


Sexy Snippet from Runaways


Runaways is my first self publishing project under the name Samantha Allard. It’s a little hard to find a sexy snippet as Runaways is an urban fantasy story, low on sex and high on sarcasm.

A telekinetic assassin on the run from the Blue Isis Group, Selene Ryder is about to find out that you can’t hide forever.

This novella is 25k, is part of a series and priced at 99 cents.
Here’s the snippet

Fighting against the urge to roll my eyes I pushed the door open. Joseph was a small, squat man; more gargoyle than human, with a face only a mother could love. He’d look right at home hidden under a bridge terrorizing goats. There might have been a chin there at one point but now it was swallowed up by rolls of fat. Even with the comb-over there was no mistaking the ever expanding bald spot highlighted underneath the lights.
“What do you want, Joseph? They need me downstairs.”
The smile he gave me made me want to jump in a shower with a wire brush. “You’ve kept secrets, Lene.”

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Superhero Wednesday

You thought I’d forgotten didn’t you? 🙂 Okay this one as you can see is not a typical comic book inspired superhero. Yes, he is the Doctor, yes he does have gravity defying hair and yes I wouldn’t kick him out of bed.
He might not be your traditional hero, he doesn’t have muscle upon muscle, can’t fly and I’ve see him dance, all in all this man has two left feet and a quirky smile. He saves the world (also the universe) on a weekly bases (when the show is on of course) with a screwdriver and a quip. What more do you want? images


Free Read by Naomi Clark



As a private investigator with a werewolf girlfriend, Shannon Ryan is used to the unusual. But her latest case has even level-headed Shannon questioning reality. Joyce Bonner swears her daughter is being haunted by a poltergeist. Charlotte Bonner swears she’s not. Shannon has one night to uncover the facts behind the supposed supernatural phenomena. Between an over-enthusiastic ghost-hunter and her own scepticism, can she get to the truth?

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Charlotte moaned again, mumbling something incoherent and probably rude. She sat up slowly, as if she was moving through tar. “Whassup? S’not time for school.”

“There was a power cut,” I said in explanation. “We just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I’m fine,” she said irritably. “Just wanna sleep.”

Esther fussed around her like a mother hen, fiddling with the duvet and muttering about hormones. I was about to tell the au pair to leave Charlotte be when the screaming started.

I’m not ashamed to admit, I jumped. Esther did too, clutching at the bedpost for support. Charlotte just groaned “What the fuck?” and buried herself under her duvet. I wished I felt so apathetic. It was a woman’s scream, shrill and eerie, and once again I was plunged back into the shadows of Paris. I didn’t want Ayla’s night vision or sense of smell anymore; I just wanted Ayla.

I sucked in a deep breath and reminded myself forcefully that there was no such thing as ghosts. “We should go find out what that is,” I said, impressed at how calm I sounded. Esther gripped my hand as we left Charlotte’s bedroom and I squeezed her fingers as I would Ayla’s, missing the warmth and reassurance of Ayla’s firm grip.

Taiki was running down the hall when we came out, a torch in hand. “How amazing is this? Actual manifestation! I can’t wait to see the data!”

I snatched the torch from him since he was waving it around like a lunatic. The beam wasn’t very bright, but I felt better with a light in my hand. The sound of clanking blended in with the

screams now, like some old brass machine full of rusty gears. I gritted my teeth, hating the sound. “Where’s Joyce?” I asked Taiki.

“In the kitchen. Where’s Charlotte?”

“In her room, trying to sleep through this racket.” I shone the torch around the hall, not sure what I expected to see. My chest was tight with adrenaline, but the longer I stood here listening to the awful noise, the less nervous I felt. Noise was all it was. No slime dripping down the walls, no apparitions or flying objects. It was surprisingly anti-climactic and I just wanted it to stop. That meant finding out where it came from.

Without waiting for the others, I ran down to the kitchen, calling Joyce’s name. She sat at the kitchen table, head in her hands. I touched her shoulder lightly and she jumped, slapping my hand away.

“Shannon! Oh goodness, I’m sorry. I just…my nerves…I can’t take much more of this.”

“Then let’s stop it,” I said. The noise wasn’t as loud down here, although I still had to raise my voice to be heard. “Let’s get the lights back on, okay? Where’s the circuit board?”

“In the basement.”

Of course it was. What horror film scenario was complete without a trip to the basement in the dark? “Right, show me the way then.”

About the Author

My first love as a writer is urban fantasy, quickly followed by werewolf myth and legend. The Urban Wolf series lets me combine the two and put my own spin on them – what more could a girl want? When I’m not writing, I’m probably creating my own perfumes, reading, watching wacky documentaries and/or drinking fancy tea.

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