Blind Passion

 

Nicole Adkins’ silly crush on her neighbor is slowly starting to resemble an obsession. After months of watching him from afar, she’s resorted to orchestrating accidental elevator encounters and bumbling through rehearsed conversations that go terribly wrong.
Salvatore Lopez is legally blind. To him, Nicki is a pleasant-smelling, sexy-sounding blur in a rotating rainbow of different-colored clothes. He’s intrigued, but fears he’s nothing more to her than a charity case.

But Sal’s blindness means Nicki can watch him risk-free from her apartment and fantasize about sensual encounters. Most of all, she can pretend he’s watching from his apartment as she pleasures herself. He’s the perfect man to indulge all her dark fantasies. If he regains his sight, it could be the beginning of a beautiful romance—or the end.

 

Drive-in

Yes! It is for sale. Drive-In.

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Brandi’s recovering from a painful and expensive divorce, and definitely isn’t looking for a relationship. But when her high-school crush Evan bangs into her—literally—his gorgeous body and sexy smile have as much a hold on her as ever. It’s no wonder Brandi can’t bring herself to say no to him when he reminds her that she still owes him a date he was promised more than ten years ago.

Evan figures he has one chance to wow Brandi, who’s always been the one who got away. To his delight, he finds she’s the same girl he used to know…but she now has a sexy, slightly kinky edge. When their date takes an unexpectedly erotic turn and ends with the best sex of his life, Evan knows she’s still the only girl for him. Now he just has to convince Brandi.

Lucky in Love

Welcome to the Lucky in Love Blog Hop! Thanks to Carrie Ann for putting this hop together.

 

With most things in life, love included, I think there is an element of luck involved. Right place/right time. I'm not a big believer in fate, like you are destined to be stranded on railroads tracks at midnight on your twenty-ninth birthday and fated to meet a dark stranger who saves your life...saves your dog...saves the world. I'm a firm believer in free will and choice and a little luck.

What do you believe in when it come to love? Luck? Fate? Something else?

I'm giving away an ecopy of Hair of the Dog to one commenter. Check out the blurb. It has nothing to do with St. Patrick's Day, but there are some elements of both luck and fate. And the cover is green.
 

 

Blurb:

When Grant, mayor of Mystic Springs, asks Ivy to run the Mystic Springs resort, she’s so thrilled, she accepts the job without so much as visiting the town first. Then she arrives and meets Grant—and her goals change. She got her dream job, and now she wants Grant…preferably at her mercy in the bedroom. 

Grant’s inner animal is desperate to take Ivy. And he’s not joking about the “animal” part—Grant and most of the Mystic Springs residents are shifters. The spring is more than a landmark, it’s the touchstone that grounds their powers and keeps them on the human side of the shifter spectrum. But the spring is running dry… 

The townspeople are convinced Ivy is the woman who was prophesied to rejuvenate the spring. Local legend is rife with rumors of sex rites that might help, and Grant’s only too happy to give them a go. He just has to convince Ivy that he’s the man—er, wolf?—for her.

 

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Almost 300 bloggers have giveaways and posts about those men we love!

But that's not all....

We have TWO grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

2nd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

Something New Something Naughty Blog Hop

I love the title of this blog hop. Something New Something Naughty Blog Hop. It was like divine intervention. I knew I had to join. Even though the New is about the New Year, it reminded me of something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue, which reminded me of weddings.

 

 

 

Am I losing you? Stay with me. Weddings made me think of my 2011 debut erotic novella, Stormy Wedding. It's not new, but it is naughty. And I never get tired of looking at the cover.  

 

 

Like the old saying goes, everything old is new again, and that's the case with Stormy Wedding. It has recently been released in Ellora's Cave Branded line print anthology, Wedded Bliss (also a great cover).

 

What do you think of anthologies? Is it a great way to discover new authors or favorite reading subjects or not????? Leave me a comment (with your email address) and I will enter you in a random drawing for a print copy of Wedded Bliss (US only).

 

Book Description:

USA Today Bestselling author Jaid Black and other amazing authors present five stories that prove sex is anything but stale in the marriage bed! Subjugated by Jaid Black Getting Naughty by Kristin Daniels Stormy Wedding by Kelli Scott Going All In by Sky Robinson down to Business by Dena Garson

 

Don't forget to check out the other awsome blogs and giveaways on the Something New Something Naughty Blog Hop.

 

 

 

Guest Blog at The Egde

The Edge: Things That Go Bump and Grind in the Night: Buy Eternally Yours HERE By Kelli Scott Show of hands. Who’s afraid of the dark? Who’s afraid to raise their hand? Monsters lurk...

BITE ME

I know I just had a book come out last week, but...well...I have another one this week. Eternally Yours, my take on vampires...if you're into that sort of thing.

 

 

BLURB

Years after Luke’s sweetheart was ripped from his arms on prom night, Meri’s loss still haunts him. Searching for her everywhere, he finds her only in his dreams and on the pages of a dark comic book he created in her image. But on the anniversary of her disappearance, she shows up on his doorstep without having aged a day. What can he do but invite her in?

Meri’s nights are all about surviving alone on the dark, seedy side of life. Once a year she treats herself to a night of tasty passion with her one true love. Is this the year to seal the deal and make their love eternal, or will she walk away to become just another fantasy?

 

EXCERPT

 

A chill ran the length of his spine in spite of the warm air swirling around him. The dark, grainy picture looked overexposed where other areas seemed underexposed. But the resemblance to Meri appeared unmistakable. Her translucent skin against the dark background leapt off the screen. Her eerie red eyes, caused by a flash photo at night, haunted him, preying on what little hope remained after year upon year of heartache and disappointment. Touching the screen, he traced her features with his index finger.

Gooseflesh rose on his arms seconds before the doorbell sounded. The buzz jolted him to his senses. Anyone who knew him—really knew him—would leave him alone tonight.

Crossing the room, he opened the door, preparing to give someone a piece of his mind. Freezing instead, his extremities tingled but everything else numbed. Including his brain. Especially his mouth.

“Invite me in before you faint.”

“Meri?” Her whispered name on his lips barely registered due to his pounding heart.

“Luke.” Her tone mocked him. She peeked around the door and held out a bouquet of blood red roses like the ones he’d given her for Valentine’s Day way back in the day. “I guess we know who we both are.” Her eyebrows arched up. “Invite. Me.In.”

“I….” Teetering on wobbly legs, he staggered backward a few steps. Spots danced in his peripheral vision and a flash of heat swept through his trembling body.

“Don’t you dare pass out, Luke.” Her blurry finger waved as blackness closed in. “Invite me in, damn it! Can I come in, please?”

“Yes.”

“That’ll have to do.”

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Review This!

Another review, this one for Costume Ball from Sensual Reads.

 

"Quick read but packs a punch. I sympathized with Jennifer, she is head over heels in love Gage but believes he will reject her once he sees her face. I enjoyed that she struggled with doing what she wanted and doing what she believes is right, Gage however is pure alpha and has his own ideas of how to resolve the dilemma she is faced with. Excellent read."

Day 3

Day 3 of the Rub Me The Right Way blog tour is Sweet n' Sassi for a book review. Check it out.

 

Enter to win a free e-copy of Rub Me The Right Way while you're there.

Day 2

Day 2 on the Rub Me The Right Way blog tour is Rachel Leighs Erotic Romance blog.

Men of the Military Bloghop and Giveaway

Men in uniform are HOT! I love a well-disciplined man who takes orders and calls me ma'am. They have hard bodies and a soft spot in their hearts for those in need. Yep, that's my military man. That's Gage, my Marine hero in Costume Ball. He's a loyal soldier, good friend, devoted lover with a keen attention to the ins and outs of the mission. What is it you love most about a military man?

 

I'm giving away an ebook copy of Costume Ball to one random commenter. Be sure to leave your email address to enter. If you've already read Costume Ball, I'll give you a copy of one of my other backlisted stories. Winner will be announced after November 15th.

 

Don't forget to check out the other great books, blogs and giveaways on the Men of the Military Hop.

BLURB:

Jennifer Goodwin is recovering from a traumatic car accident that’s left her scarred, inside and out. Her sexy Marine pen pal haunts her dreams and has her heart racing, but she’s dumped him anyway, afraid of his pity. A costume ball gives her the chance to come out of her shell while hiding her face, and the hot sailor who approaches her tempts her to indulge in a night of forbidden passion.
 
Gage Brewer is on a mission, despite being on leave from the Marines. He’s determined to confront the woman who befriended him while he was deployed and find out why she left him. Once he’s claimed her body, maybe he can win back her heart.

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Never Gets Old

My first erotic story was published in January of 2011. Stormy Wedding has gone on to win awards and get great reviews. But it's not over yet. Romance After Dark has just reviewed Stormy Wedding and liked it. Check it out.

And the reviewer has a certain flair of her own when it comes to writing. "The point of this novella is not developing meaningful characters or asking big questions of life. The point is SEX, and Stormy Wedding delivers. Kelli Scott writes some steamy sex scenes, and when Rory and Rachel rock the headboard, they do it with great passion."

And she thinks my writing is HOT. "The sex is fairly standard fare – no BDSM or anal, although both are somewhat addressed – but there is a lot of oral. A LOT. Not that I’m complaining, because it’s HOT oral sex. All of the sex here is hot."

If you haven't read Stormy Wedding and you prefer to read print books, you can now purchase Wedded Bliss, an anthology of Branded line stories from several Ellora's Cave authors.

The Edge: Quick and Dirty

The Edge: Quick and Dirty: Buy Rub Me the Right Way HERE! by Kelli Scott You probably don’t know me, but I’m a hopeless romantic. On paper anyhow. I ...

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Blurb! Cover! Excerpt!

Rub Me The Right Way. Release date: 10/16/2012

Blurb!

Heather Bowen is an uptight, stressed out insomniac in desperate need of a massage or a shrink or an orgasm to cure what ails her.  

On doctor’s orders, she starts with a massage to work out her knotty/naughty kinks. At the hands of a talented massage therapist, Heather gets a full body rub down. And more. Next stop—a psychiatrist to get at the root of her anxiety and sleeplessness. But is she ready for Dr. Simon’s controversial treatment?

What begins as prescribed therapy becomes a wild fantasy ride of erotic discovery that makes Heather question her sexual orientation along with everything she believed about her carnal desires.

 

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Excerpt!

 

“You all ready, Heather?” Tasha called out, probably worried about how long it took me to get undressed. I shoved the drape of the dressing room aside. “Absolutely.” She led me to the room across the hall as if through a slow motion dream. She was that graceful and lithe and willowy. Tranquil sounds filled the space. Waves lapping at a sandy beach. She patted the massage table. “Up or down?” “Excuse me?” I didn’t know there’d be a quiz. Perusing the clipboard, she asked, “First massage?” “That’s right.” Then couldn’t help but add, “I’m a massage virgin.” “Well, we’ll see what we can do to remedy that.” She smiled, not taking my comment offensively, unless she was a really good actress. “Would you like to start face up or down?” “What do you recommend?” I stopped myself from repeating the virgin reference. She skimmed the clipboard again. “Lower back pain. Tense, knotted muscles. Insomnia. Headaches. Stress. Let’s start face down.” Looking up from my long list of afflictions, she asked, “Would you like me to step out while you disrobe?” Would that be rude? “Of course not.” I scoffed. “We’re both women, right?” Tasha turned her back, preparing her oils or instruments or whatever. With her attention elsewhere, I slipped out of the robe, hung it on a peg, and hopped on the table quick like The Flash, hauling the sheet over my nakedness, which I still wasn’t sure was appropriate. Oh, well, what the hell? She’d just have to deal with it. I planted my face in the face donut and waited. The acoustics transitioned into raindrops on a tin roof. Occasionally a clap of friendly thunder rumbled in the distance to mix things up. She positioned me like a rag doll, placing my arms at my sides on the outside of the sheet. “Comfortable?” she asked. “Yes,” I mumbled. I fixated on her delicate bare feet, her toenails painted a fuchsia color. The fringe of her sarong nearly tickled the floor as she gracefully glided around. A silver chain encircled her ankle. How I wished I could be more like her. Free-spirited. Serene. Bohemian. “Be sure to tell me if I rub too hard.” She rested her palms on my skin, and I tensed. “Okay.” “Relax, Heather.” “I am,” I protested.