Book Spotlight: The Devil on Her Shoulder by Mags Hayward

Title              The Devil on Her Shoulder  

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Author           Mags Hayward

Publisher       Fireborn Publishing

Genre            Contemporary erotic romance

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Amazon.com         https://www.amazon.com/Devil-Her-Shoulder-Mags-Hayward-ebook/dp/B01NBYXODQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1493656657&sr=8-1&keywords=the+devil+on+her+shoulder

Amazon.co.uk        https://www.amazon.co.uk/Devil-Her-Shoulder-Mags-Hayward-ebook/dp/B01NBYXODQ/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1493656741&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=thedevil+on+her+shoulder

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Heat rating             Two hearts

In blistering heat, recently-divorced Sarah reclines on a sun lounger, relaxing for the first time in months. A two week break in Cyprus couldn’t be more welcome, bringing much needed relief from her hectic schedule as a single, working mum. Having very little me time, Sarah now craves excitement. More than that, she hungers for a taste of wild passion. 

An attractive forty-two-year-old deserves some naughty fun, doesn’t she?  

And where better to find romance than on an idyllic Mediterranean island? With clear skies, spotless beaches and exotically balmy nights, Cyprus is the perfect location for fun, adventure and… well, who knows? 

When Sarah spots handsome twenty-four-year-old Joe from her poolside lounger, she’s immediately smitten. Charming and spirited, with a stunning, toned body, he’s Sarah’s perfect fantasy man. But, with her confidence shaken by a painful divorce, is she brave enough to pursue a younger man and embark on a whirlwind holiday affair? 

Sun, sea and steamy sex await Sarah in this light-hearted tale of sexual re-awakening and self-discovery.

Excerpt:

Giggling like love-struck teenagers, Joe and Sarah rushed from the bar. They headed for the beach which, with their options limited, seemed the best place to go. Besides, sex on the beach… How naughty. Ted would never have entertained such exhibitionism. He'd have thought it common, lewd, and disgusting.

Good. Ted's disapproval made the idea all the more appealing. A shiver of delight rippled down Sarah's spine; the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Loving the sensation, she eagerly chased her daring accomplice towards the forbidden, moonlit beach.

The moon wasn't the only source of illumination on the narrow strip of sand alongside the harbour. It was floodlit from the promenade walkway with only small areas of darkness offering seclusion from prying eyes. It was scandalously exposed, but Sarah paid no heed.

"Slow down," she squealed as Joe raced ahead.

"Come on," he shouted teasingly. "Hitch that skirt up and run."

"Right…"

Kicking off her shoes, Sarah gave chase. She ran full tilt, bare feet sinking into the soft sand as she swerved between the neat rows of sun loungers. Suddenly, her toes struck wood. With a yelp, she stumbled, sending a lounger toppling. The dull thud of wood on sand was followed by a muffled shriek. She froze. There were people in the shadows. Peering into the gloom, she spotted movement close by—strange, twisting shapes that writhed in the moonlight. Her ears pricked up as she picked out soft scuffles and low moans floating through the air amid sighs as gentle as the rippling water.

Sex on the beach was rife that night—and she was about to join in. That would add a little danger to her boring, humdrum life.

Wait! Danger? Panic seized hold. Sarah inhaled sharply, her chest constricting as she tried to breathe. What the hell am I doing?

A hand touched her arm. "Sarah?"

Looking up, she found Joe at her side, concern obliterating his customary smile.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "Have you changed your mind?"

Frowning, Sarah gazed deep into his eyes. They were so beautiful, dark and lustrous. A world of passion resided in their depths.

"Sarah?"

"No," she said, smiling nervously. "I tripped. That's all. Clumsy me."

"You sure?"

"Yes, of course." Her eyes locked with his. "I want this. I want you."

Joe grasped her hand and helped her to her feet. "I'm glad." Pulling her close, he kissed her.

Sarah's whole body seemed to sigh when Joe pressed his mouth hard against hers. She parted her lips, darting her tongue inside his mouth, tasting him. Her kisses became urgent as she felt his erection rub against her abdomen. So hot, firm… She moaned, the sound rumbling in her throat.

About the Author:

Mags Hayward was born in North Wales close to the beautiful Snowdonia National Park. She was always interested in creative writing and, wanting to further her knowledge, attended London University, Goldsmiths’ College, studying English and Drama. While there, however, she fell in love with live theatre and subsequently pursued a successful career in Stage Management.

In 2006, Mags retrained as a teaching assistant. She began working one-to-one with children for whom school is a challenge. She still does this job today.

Mags started writing in 2012. She wrote a novel but failed to find a publisher for it. Undeterred, she joined several writing websites and started publishing short stories on-line. She soon found her niche writing erotica. 

The Devil on Her Shoulder, an erotic romance, is her first published novel. She is currently working on her second, A Need for Perfection.

Guest Author Day with B.K. Bilicki

Thanks for stopping by to talk a little about your writing! Let's jump right in. When did you begin writing and why? 

I started back in late 1994/early 1995. I had never really enjoyed writing. No, that’s not right. I *despised* writing. The turnaround came after I read a dreadful piece of bestiality/non-con on a BBS erotica messaging site. I thought that even *I* could write something better, so I gave it a shot.

Do you have a favorite genre? Is it the same genre you prefer to write? 

I tend to prefer fantasy and science fiction, both for reading and writing. I write things I’d like to read.

Do certain themes and ideas tend to capture your writer’s imagination and fascinate you? 

Based on my current catalog, I favor characters that are tossed into dire circumstances and have to use all of their wits to adapt and overcome.

How do you balance long-term thinking vs. being nimble in today's market? 

To be honest, I’ve really never given it a thought. I’ve been scribbling this stuff for a few decades without releasing it into the wild. Now that I’ve finally taken the leap, I suppose I should start considering it!

How do you find readers in today's market? 

So far, it’s mostly been through word of mouth. I’ve made announcements on Facebook and the Erotica Readers and Writers Association mailing list. I also went through a ton of old fan mail messages and sent word of my first solo print pub to all of those who had been howling at me to get published.

Do you come up with the hook first, or do you create characters first and then dig through until you find a hook? 

Most of the time, I come up with a character and a situation. I take them for a test drive and write a short story. If the premise has legs, the story keeps on going. All of my books so far have started out as a short story that the fans on ERWA enjoyed and demanded to see more chapters.

How do you create your characters? 

They usually come bundled as a character and a situation. Once they start doing whatever it is they do, they develop and/or reveal additional traits along the way.

What's on the top of your TBR pile right now? 

I have several that have piled up during my rewrites, including Demons by C.J. Hartnett and Reclamation: The Journey of a Lost Soul by Sandy Frediani. I’m also looking forward to the third installment of the Merely Players series by Ian D Smith.

Tell me a little about the characters in Stage One: Hear. 

Kana Morel grew up in the deep south, where she was shunned by almost everyone around her due to her undiagnosed learning difficulties. The only one who didn’t was a jock who abused her sexually under the pretense of a relationship. Her life turned around when she discovered she could perceive the underlying fabric of magic called the Voice. She is whisked away to the Sanctum, a league of magic users dedicated to bringing balance to the world of magic, where she becomes one of their greatest casters.

Jamyn Siska was born aware of the Voice. The informational overload shut down his mind, making him unresponsive for the first decade of his life. He snapped out of it when he inadvertently saved his grandmother from a demonic attacker. When he was twenty, he was brought to the Sanctum and made an acolyte of the same man who recruited Kana.

Kana and Jamyn team up on a mission and the spirit they’re pursuing accidentally feeds Jamyn’s deepest secret into Kana’s mind – his overwhelming passion for her.

Where’s the story set? How much influence did the setting have on the atmosphere/characters/development of the story? 

The story takes place mostly in the modern world, along with the Sanctum complex, which is an odd mix of ancient and modern buildings in an unknown, hidden location. There are also occasional jaunts off-planet and in different planes of existence. The settings didn’t influence the story much, as the Sanctum members have to be able to perform in a variety of locales on a regular basis.

If you had to write your memoir in five words, what would you write? 

When’s the next chapter coming? (At least, that’s what it would be if someone else wrote it. I likely would never write my own memoir, as the subject material doesn’t much interest me and I’m generally useless until the second draft anyway.)

How often does your muse distract you from day to day minutiae? 

She doesn’t distract me at all. The little brat thrives on minutiae. I’ve always got things spinning in the background of my mind and she picks up little bits and pieces throughout the day. Some of my best ideas have come around while I’m working down in my lab and listening to music. The Voices of the Sanctum series was kick-started by a single word I heard in a song. Once enough pieces are stuck to the initial concept, I can write it all down.

What do readers have to look forward to in the future from you? 

Volumes two and three of the Voices of the Sanctum series have been written. I’m thinking that after those are published (fingers crossed), I’ll do a comprehensive retooling on an earlier book called One of Those Nights, a post-apocalyptic SF piece that got an astonishing amount of response from my fans back when it was originally posted to ERWA (then ERA). Stay tuned, gentle readers.

Erotic Fantasy Romance

Voices Of the Sanctum

Fireborn Publishing (www.firebornpublishing.com) 

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Kana Morel is possibly the Sanctum's most powerful caster. Training Jamyn Siska as her new acolyte should be easy. When she accidentally discovers his hidden passion for her, how will she contain the ensuing firestorm?

EXCERPT

"All the things you said about my abilities were very flattering." Her nerves started to jostle. "Way over the top, but still—"

"You're easily the most powerful caster in the Sanctum," he said, his voice suddenly resolute.

His intensity startled her at first but she waved him off with a brief chuckle. "Nahh," she replied quietly. "I'm sure there are a couple around here who could give me a run for my money." Seeing the defiance rising in his eyes again, she held up a hand to him. "Regardless, your words were very much appreciated. Thank you."

"Any time." He replied with a small bow. Her hand on his cheek stopped it and he raised his head again to find her staring directly into his eyes.

"That covers the first part," she whispered. "Now about the second." His face flamed into a full blush. He started to turn away but she firmly cupped his chin, halting his retreat. "Hey!"

He stopped trying to move away and looked back at her. "What?"

"Did you mean all the things you said?"

His eyes started to water and he swallowed hard. "Every word."

"Hmm." She considered his reply, trying to keep her expression neutral while her heart charged up to her throat. "Then I thank you again for showing such intense loyalty to your master." She released his jaw and thought over her words. Deciding to throw caution aside, despite the warnings screaming in her head, she corrected herself with a coy smile. "Your mistress."

"You're welcome, Kana," he whispered in wonder.

She arched an eyebrow.

He swallowed hard and returned her smile. "You're welcome, Mistress Kana."

"I would prefer you only call me that when we're alone." Even as she quietly warned him, she wondered if she would end up regretting her abrupt decision.

"Of course."

She leaned forward and brought her face right up to his. She considered the soft glow in his amber eyes for a second before easing forward and kissing his lips.

She pulled back just enough to break contact and whispered, "You're sweet."

"And you are the most beautiful woman I've ever known," he whispered in reply.

Her eyes widened in alarm and she whimpered. "Damn. And you were doing so well too." Her choked words barely made it past her lips.

"Huh?"

She sat back, her cheeks burning. "Making me blush isn't usually a healthy idea." She turned away from him to hide the tears gathering in her eyes. "I think we're done here."

His hand on her cheek stopped her slow retreat. He turned her face back to his and smiled mischievously. "Mistress Kana should learn how to take a compliment," he whispered, staring directly into her eyes. He came forward and landed a brief kiss on her cheek. "Call if you need me." With this, he leaped to his feet and calmly walked out of the room.

She barely heard his words, having caught sight of the obvious bulge of his erection straining against his pants. Confusion, lust, and gratitude all warred within her trembling body and she struggled to get her thoughts in order. Taking several deep breaths, she got her nerves under control at long last and looked again at the door her acolyte had just slipped through.

"I need a drink and I need to hit something." Staggering to her feet, she headed straight to Evrok's.

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BIO

Having spent over two decades scribbling curious little stories, gathering fans on several continents, and failing to make any sense out of either, B.K. Bilicki has now embarked on Phase Three of his writing career - actually getting something published. When not spending his lunch hour writing, B.K. can usually be found performing various miracles with a soldering iron. Furor Scribendi can be chastised by fans new and old alike at BK_Bilicki@wi.rr.com. Grr-ya.

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Cover Reveal for Love's Sweet Magic

Cover Reveal for Love’s Sweet Magic @Dawn_Roberto, #NewRelease, #ParanormalRomance

Coming in July from Fireborn publishing~ Love’s Sweet Magic (Devon Falls 1)

A chance meeting at a sweet shop... Can it be love?

Jenna Stevens wasn't looking for love, nor did she believe it would walk into her life one holiday season. Marc du Bree needs to find his destined mate so he can take over the family duties from his father. Meeting Jenna, Marc finds the connection he has been searching for. Can he convince this gun shy woman that his love is indeed true?

CONTENT ADVISORY: This is a significantly re-edited and expanded re-release title. It was originally released as STICKY MAGIC by Raine Delight.

Release date: July 22^nd, 2016

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance, Contemporary

Pairing: MF

Pre-order at: http://firebornpublishing.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_bookx_info&cPath=4&products_id=231

About Devon Falls Series:

Welcome to Devon Falls, founded in 1784 by four families with one goal: to find a town where they can live without their special gifts coming to light. The Stevens families were master bakers from France with an affinity for magic, the Dracon families owned a hotel in London and were shape-shifters, the Sinclair families were skilled in the art of building in Germany and were dream walkers, and the Craven families were talented musicians from Russia with an ability to manipulate the elements. They all found freedom and contentment to use their gifts in the new town they called Devon Falls. As the years passed, the families grew and expanded. Love blossomed among the residents and the many newcomers, and the town flourished.

About the author:

D.M. Roberto is a lover of books and a compulsive reader. Venturing into the world of GBLT, Ménage and erotic romance, she found her new favorite genre to explore. With time and lots of Johnny Depp movies to inspire her, D.M. Roberto creates heartfelt stories that hopefully readers will enjoy and fall in love with. Living with her two kids, a significant other who supports her every move in writing and doesn’t seem to mind she gets up at 2 am to type away on the computer. She looks forward to creating stories that readers will love and enjoy.

Social Media links:

Author blog: https://authorDMRoberto.blogspot.com

Author FB Page: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorDMRoberto/

General Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/dawn.roberto.1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Dawn_Roberto

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Book Spotlight & Giveaway~ Plumbers and Other Lovers

Title: Plumbers and Other Lovers-Four Short Tales of Love, Lust and Leaky pipes

Author: Spencer Dryden

Series Title and Number (if applicable):

Publisher: Fireborn Publishing

Cover Artist: Brenna Lyons

Release Date: 5/13/16

Heat Level: 3

Pairing: M/F

Length: 100 pages

Genre/Tags: Erotic Romance, handyman, plumber, humor

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Synopsis

Plumbers and Other Lovers is a collection of four short stories about skilled tradesmen who stumble into romantic encounters in the course of their everyday, blue-collar lives. There is a tale for each season, beginning in summer with "Summer Heat"; on to fall for "Love Above See Level"; into the cold of winter with "Then, One Frozen Christmas Eve"; and finally, spring's "The Accidental Gigolo". It's four seasons of love and lust among leaky pipes. You won't find alpha males, billionaire bad boys, or self-destructive egomaniacs among Spencer Dryden's leading men--just ordinary guys who are drawn into the orbit of some enticing women. When the lights are out, the heat is off, or the pipes are leaking, these are the kind of guys a woman wants to see at her door: real men with tools and talent--and some smoldering sexuality. There's humor, tenderness, and plenty of heat in these stories told from the tradesman's point of view. Dryden's breezy style makes for easy reading, something to pass the time while waiting for the plumber.

CONTENT ADVISORY: Three of the stories are re-issue re-release titles.

Excerpt

"We require a deposit of three hundred dollars on all air conditioning repairs," I said, trying to assert my authority, but my resolve to enforce company policy was eroding fast. Where did this fantasy start? With her pale blue eyes raking over my body? With her sumptuous lips begging to be kissed? Or the rock hard nipples of her perky breasts pushing out on her sweat stained T-shirt? Actually, I do know, and she knew, too. Honestly, I'm trying to raise my sights, but when my cock goes up, my field of vision goes down. Tracy had me had "hello". She eyed my name tag, then smirked. "Roach. Are you the kind I step on or the kind I hold with a tweezers?" I've heard the tease so many times it bounced off without producing the rise she was probably hoping for. "It's Dave, Dave Roach." "Don't you usually use the first name?" "My bosses are a bunch of old pot-heads. They think it's funny." Another technician, Donny Tierney, turned the job down, so dispatch sent it to me. From the moment I saw her through the eye of my surging cock, I was fondling and licking those nipples, making them stand like little chocolate confections atop the small, firm mounds beneath, then hoisting her gymnast's body on to my oaken shaft, ramming her furiously while she moaned and panted for more. My mind is easily diverted by flights of fantasy. Tracy was pushing all the launch buttons, but there was a job to do and I had to find a way to do it in the midst of a heat wave. The heating and air-conditioning business thrives on cold snaps and heat waves. We have them both in Minneapolis. We encourage people to plan, but truthfully, it's a business built on failure--the inconvenient failure of heating and cooling systems. The Grand Opening Tonite banner over the windows of the old two-story, storefront building told me this was one desperate woman who had called. The nicely restored bar/grill was stifling from the heat and stale from the lack of circulation. My mental cash register was ringing even as I was wondering if she was a natural blonde. I am sympathetic to tales of woe, but the company has been stiffed so many times, it's turned my bosses into hard asses. As I stood in front of her, reciting the prepayment spiel, watching hope drain from her slumping body, something touched my heart. Actually, it wasn't my heart, it was my cock--beating back rationality, as I fantasized about what I would do with her. While she was telling her tale, I had my face buried deep in her pussy, lapping her juices like a man dying of thirst. She handed me a cold beer, the will-bending elixir of male life. Drinking on the job, another taboo, she had me on the ropes. "I've put every last cent I have into this place," she said with fierce pride. "Don't you have a credit card?" "Everything is maxed out." "This is a bar, you've gotta have cash in the till." "I can't tap that or I won't have enough to make it through the night." Noticing I was transfixed by her breasts, she draped a long bar towel over her shoulders, obscuring my view. "Can't we work something out? I'll be good for it. I've just got to get the AC going or it's going to ruin my grand opening tonight." I looked her in the eyes, silently trying to assert my authority. Then she went totally female; the tears started to pool in those mysterious blue orbs and her lower lip began to tremble. Even her breasts were pouting with the small heaving in her chest. I was a dead man. "Well, let's go take a look, maybe I can get the compressor running and buy you some time." She squealed with joy, ran around the bar, and planted a big, wet kiss on my stunned lips. Her mouth was juicy, her lips soft, but her kiss was urgent, promising much more. She broke off with a soft moan before I could open my mouth. "Let's go see that hateful thing," I said, gulping the last of my beer. She grabbed my arm and cradled it between her breasts--a sensation that went right to my groin. "Wow, you're like made out of steel," she said, sweeping her breasts across the arm she held. I knew what she was doing, but it was working. She started toward the back door, my arm tightly clasped against her. It was like leading a lamb to the slaughter. "I'm going to need my tools." We did a U-turn and brought my diagnostic pack from the van around to the back of the building. I shook my head when I saw the unit. Everything about it said old and in need of replacement. Without shade, I was sweating in no time, as I struggled with the corroded cover bolts. She stood right by my side, using her towel to wipe the sweat off me like a corner man in a boxing match. Each time she lifted the towel, I got a peek at those firm wet mounds beneath her shirt. My groin ached from the unrelenting erection.

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Meet the Author

Spencer Dryden is a new writer, but an old guy on the threshold of draining any reserves left in Medicare and Social Security. In real life he is a handyman, an at-home dad, inventor and web videographer living a quiet life in the frozen tundra of Minnesota (USA). Like all writers he has a cat but they don’t get along well. He can be found at the usual writer hangouts: Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

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