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Who Dares Wins - Out Now!

Out now as a single title novella, Who Dares Wins, my m/m/m  military story that features in the Stand to Attention Anthology.


When secret service becomes not so secret servicing by not one, but two sexy soldiers, Ken learns that dreams can come true in explosive style!

Waiting for my SAS husband Jack to come home safe and sound is always a gut-wrenching, heart-twisting time. I have no idea where he is, what jungle swamp he may be lying out in or desert he might be marching across.

So naturally when he returns to me, our emotions can't fail to run hot and our lust for each other cranks up to sky-high levels. But the one thing about Jack is he lives for the extreme and seizes the moment. I really should have known what would come of me telling him my wildest fantasies.

Oh, yes, he's a guy who gets results…and when he brings home his colleague Slider, equally tough, equally rough, the pair of them can't fail to hit the target. That target happens to be lucky old me and I head off on the ride of my life…

Reader Advisory: This book contains D/s scenes and a MMM ménage.

Available from Totally Bound and all good ebook retailers.


“Fuck I want you,” he whispered, spearing his fingers into my hair and pulling me close. “So fucking much.”
He kissed me so hard I could hardly breathe. My cock raged in my pants, the fullness threatening to drive me insane. I forgot all about the questions on the tip of my tongue.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
I was panting. “Of course. What a stupid question.”
He fumbled with his jeans, undid the button and the zipper. “Suck me, quickly.” He glanced at the door. “But...”
“Before he comes back.” He twisted his lips. “It won’t take long, seriously. I’ve been thinking about you for days, your beautiful mouth on my cock.”
He pulled out his dick, and saliva flooded my tongue. I’d never get tired of taking him into my mouth. Jack had a long, thick shaft that was a deep brownish-red colour and heavy with bulging veins. He was circumcised and I loved the smooth flare of the head, how neat he was compared to my uncut dick.
I glanced at the door, then at his face again.
A kiss and a grope was one thing, but what if Slider walked in and saw this?
Jack grinned, not a laughing-at-a-joke smile, but one that was predatory, daring, like he was testing me. “Suck me off, my sweet sub.” Again he curled his hand around the back of my head, on my nape this time, and urged my head into his lap.
I had to obey. If I wanted to please my Master then this was what I had to do.
Doubled over, I opened up.
As soon as Jack’s cock was in my mouth, smoothing over my tongue and riding into my throat, all thoughts of Slider finding us left me. This was what I’d been dreaming of doing— bringing Jack pleasure, tasting him, feeling his cum boil up through his shaft and spurt into my mouth. Him telling me what he wanted, making me do it, controlling our passion in the perfect way he always did.
“Ah, yeah, that’s it... Oh, fuck, yeah—use your tongue too.” Jack kept his hands on my head, following my steady rhythm. He’d been right, he wouldn’t take long. His flesh was taut over the solidity of his cock, his breaths ragged and his belly and thighs, from what I could feel of them, brimming with tension.
I curled my tongue, made a thick wedge of hardness for his cock to slide over. I knew he loved that, how it took him so near to the edge. I upped the speed and the depth, swallowing down a drip of pre-cum that tasted better than any meal.
“Ah, fuck, fucking fuck...” he said, canting his hips upwards. “Jesus, I’m going to…ah fuck there it is...”


Soul Sweet: Book One in the Souls Entwined Series!

I love reading a hot series! There's nothing better than being introduced to characters so vivid within a book that you hunger to know more about all of them! As a reader, I love the anticipation of finding out how each book will broaden my knowledge about the lives of each character presented. I get excited about learning more about how all of their lives are intertwined. I think the challenge of a great series is creating a tapestry of stories that are unique and yet undeniable connected.

Although I enjoy reading a series, I wasn't sure I wanted to write one. Why? Well, I love finishing a book and moving on to the next one with a clean slate. New characters, new storyline and setting, but as I started outlining the framework for my Souls Entwined series I realized all those things are possible and necessary to writing a series readers will enjoy!

Yes, there are familiar characters but each book focuses on new ones readers have only gotten a glimpse of previously. I still get the chance to explore fresh storylines and settings and the creative possibilities are limitless!

Soul Sweet is Book One in my Souls Entwined series and I'm thrilled at how well it's been received! The response from fans spurred me on to type faster! I just wrapped up Soul Temptation the second book in the series and I'm so excited to get to work on book three!

So, what can you expect with my Souls Entwined series? Good question! The answers are subject to change as I delve deeper into the lives of each character, but I can confidently tell you to expect the following:

Engaging, likeable characters
Unexpected pairings
Breath-taking kisses
Heart-pounding sex
That 'awwww' moment
Frequent smiles and page-turning
And finally... an intense desire to read more!

Happy Reading,

Nichelle Gregory 
Simply sexy stories...


Roller coaster of Writing

Writing is a fun, wild and sometimes gravity-defying thing. When you write it encompasses so much. The thump of your heart as you open that blank page for the first time. The journey of twists and turns as you write the journey of your characters. Each step is a wild and exhilarating as you get to know the characters and they get to know you. When you go to the end of it your palms sweat, heart races and your unsure of where or how it will end. Then when it does the endorphins release and a sense of accomplishment fills you.

Writing is a roller coaster ride that I take often and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

Taige Crenshaw
…increasing the sizzle factor

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Sex and Spirituality at Eroticon 2014

some of the lowdown on the fun from Eroticon this past weekend. Organised by the wonderful Ruby Kiddell it's a weekend of fun, chats and thought provoking workshops. I will give a more thorough overview of the weekend in my post tomorrow but today I'm focusing on the one session I led with my fellow Brit Babe the very lovely KD Grace We've been talking about Sex and Spirituality since we met many moons ago and at last year's eroticon KD and I had an in depth discussion about it and how we thought it'd make a great session for the next year's event. Luckily Ruby agreed and Sex and Spirituality was one of the first sessions listed for Eroticon 2014. We had an amazing Powerpoint presentation created by Kev Blisse it was one slide long, but that one slide was amazing, take a look. sexnspritualitysml

 We started out with a quick intro and an excerpt each, here's mine, taken from Sharing Nicely.

“Fuck, I want you.” He cursed and scrambled up between my thighs. I opened my eyes to see him staring down at me. I smiled weakly, too languorous to do anything with any real vigour. He returned the smile but there was something in his gaze that unsettled me—it was the first time I’d seen him truly undone in all the time we’d spent together. He leaned leant forward and cupped my face in his hand and stroked away the tear that had dampened my cheek. His smile lengthened. I turned my head and kissed his thumb tip then. As I enveloped it with my mouth he closed his eyes and moaned with deep desire.

Pulling his thumb from between my lips with a pop, he set to undoing his pants and pushing them down his legs. He took a foil packet from the pocket and sheathed his hard, long erection before covering me completely with his body and pressing into me. He was slow and gentle at first. My walls contracted around him as he slid deeper into my wet heat and when he moved I wrapped my legs around him and encouraged him deeper and deeper still with each thrust.

From coiled control he turned into hammering desire, falling completely into the thrall of his lust as he sated himself on my body. Finally my bound hands fell down from their position above my neck to link around the back of his neck. I felt completely connected to him as he climbed closer to the brink of climax. I watched when he came. His face screwed up in concentration and desire then released with the ecstasy that flowed from his body. I craned my neck and kissed him softly in thanks. He smiled in response then relaxed against me, burying his head in my shoulder. I remembered how little he’d smiled when we first met, how I’d been certain he didn’t do it often. Yet he seemed to grin at me all the time when he was with me, now we’d been together a while.

We held there in that position for a long time while. I was sexually sated but my spirit was agitated. Something special had just happened. It wasn’t just about lust and passion, something deeper had blossomed between Greg and me. I didn’t know if it was just me, though. Maybe Greg hadn’t noticed it. I wanted to say something, to explain what I felt, but I was too scared to do so. What  if he’d not felt it at all? What if it was all in my imagination.  

After our introductions we dived right in with our first C, Creation. We talked about creation stories, about the creative process and of course the creation element of sex. It was a great group of folks, and everyone chipped in with ideas and examples of how sex and spirituality meld in their lives.

 We covered the other two C's, Connection and control. We explored the level of vulnerability that connects sex and spirituality, you have to be open, often broken, to be in a position to connect with a lover or God or your own spirit. It's a scary thing, a beautiful thing and something that we all need. We talked about control, getting it and losing it and other words we could use instead of spirituality as it seems to be one that polarises people so much. We didn't really find one, but we did delve into the reasons people may be scared of anything labelled spiritual and how it feels to be connected.

 I was blown away by the level of connectivity in the room. One of the ways we described the feeling of being one with the spiritual was a tingling just above the level of the skin. I had that tingling for the duration of the session. God was certainly telling me I was in the right place at the right time. Ta, God.


Military Boys and the Men Who Love Them

I've had a lot of fun posting at various blogs lately about different fictional military men that I love (think Eric Bana in Black Hawk Down or Jude Law in Cold Mountain) and also the type of research I had to do. In Guarded Desires (Uniform Encounters 4), my military man is Joseph Pirelli, a twenty-two year-old National Guardsman. What I find interesting about America's National Guard is how these men and women sign up for pretty much an anything goes situation. They could get deployed overseas to fight or they could be sent to another state to help hand out food during a natural disaster. In between all of that, they oftentimes work a regular job and take weekends or longer time periods for inactive duty training.

For example, I spoke with one reservist who was flown to Japan to practice helicopter drops. The men in his group all learned how to safely and quickly drop out of a helicopter in both combat and emergency situations. Another example of training might sound a little odd - heat resistance training sessions. But if you are in a tank out in the desert - it can get pretty toasty, pretty fast. You need to know how to recognize the early symptoms of dehydration and the proper steps to take to battle it. Being prepared by taking salt tablets for one - but then you need to know how to safely take them. It's an amazing and difficult responsibility to be in the guard.

In Guarded Desires (Uniform Encounters 4), Joseph has been sent to the Arizona border town of Nogales. His troop has been brought in to support the DEA and Custom Border Patrol as they combat a vicious drug cartel. When he meets older DEA agent Stephen, he fights his instant attraction. Hunky bears like Stephen are dangerous - he was abused by one for two years. He quickly comes to realize that Stephen is more of a fun-loving teddy bear. But will his dark past end their relationship just as it begins?

In this excerpt, the men are out on a night mission in the desert when the cartel starts shooting at agents. Joseph and Stephen have only recently met, but have barely spoken more than a few sentences to one another. That doesn't mean sparks didn't fly, however.

Private Kim looked confused. Stephen leaned over the front seat and grabbed the young man’s pack. He brought it back over and set it between him and Rigo.
“What’s our move now, homey?”
“You hold things down here, and I’ll go scout out the territory with Joseph. The rest of the plan stays the same.”
“You think our guys are still out there?”
“I’m betting on it. The gunfire we’ve been hearing must be them battling it out. Call Sanchez and let him know what’s up. Hopefully the CO is there by now. Maybe he can pull in some more Guardsmen from the armoury and send them our way.”
“Be careful, man.”
“Oh you know it, Gonzalez. There’ve been too many close calls already.”
With the goggles in one hand and his revolver in the other, Stephen dropped to the ground from the truck, keeping low. He crept quickly to the rocks where Joseph had headed. The young man was flat on his belly, goggles on, peering through a small opening between two boulders. Stephen dropped down next to him, his khakis preventing the bigger rocks from digging too sharply into his skin.
Without turning, Joseph growled, “Finally, Kim. What the hell were you—?”
“Kim’s back at the Humvee.”
Joseph whipped his head around, the end of the long lenses of the heavy goggles whacking the side of the rock.
“Ah shit.”
Stephen marvelled that Joseph had the presence of mind to keep his voice down even though he’d been surprised.
“What happened to Kim?”
“Not sure. He’s having a panic attack or something. Gonzalez is with him. We can worry about that later. How are things here?”
Joseph had pushed the goggles up onto his head. The scowl on his face said it all in terms of how he felt about Private Kim.
“There’s been no movement. Some stray gunfire, but it seems as though it’s moving away from us. We need to find the men in my unit as well as the other agents. I’m gonna move in farther and check it out.”
“You’re aware that your orders are to back up the DEA and CBP, right?”
Joseph cleared his throat and dropped his gaze. “Sorry, sir.” He lifted his eyes. “Of course. Whatever you think is the best course of action. We’ll… Well, I’ll back you up on whatever you decide.”
“I think we should find your men and the other agents by moving in farther and checking it out.”
Joseph’s mouth made a small ‘o’. Stephen allowed himself a smile in response. He was rewarded with one back.
“Yes, sir.”
They both took one more look at their surroundings with the goggles to verify they were clear. The military grade glasses were more involved than any Stephen had used before, so Joseph had to show him how to adjust the lenses. They were close enough to one another that Stephen could sense the heat from Joseph’s body in the cool night air. Joseph had the clean scent of soap mixed with the sweat from the past few hours of intensity. Stephen had never experienced that before with another man where he had noticed such small physical details.
Once they were able to clear the area, they headed back to the Humvee. Stephen noted that Joseph didn’t even acknowledge Private Kim when he got in the truck. It was the right call. In the heat of things they didn’t have time to get into it with the kid.
“Get a hold of Sanchez?”
“Yeah. They have us and the rest of the Humvees on GPS. Helicopters will be here in a few, and a caravan of more Humvees should arrive in about forty-five to an hour. They’re treating it as a full engagement. They’ve requested we hold our positions until reinforcements arrive.”
Joseph slapped the steering wheel of the truck with both hands. Stephen clasped Joseph’s shoulder. “I know. I wanted to move in too.” He let go and slumped back in his seat. “All right, men. I guess we sit tight then. Let’s stay alert just in case.”
Joseph opened the door, then stepped out of the vehicle. Stephen jerked up.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m not going to sit here in this truck and do nothing.”
“You can’t go against orders.”
“I won’t. I’m going back in position with the goggles to make sure no one gets the jump on us until help arrives.”
Stephen nodded. “Good call. Then I’ll go with you. Except you might need to show me how to use these things again.”
Joseph chuckled. “They teach you anything at Quantico?”
“That was ten years ago, kid. We were still using cans with string.”
Joseph gave him a big smile and shook his head. Stephen loved the dichotomy between the young man’s serious side and his playful side. Every small interaction with Joseph added to Stephen’s resolve to try and get to know him better. With any luck, a lot better.
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Upstairs Downstairs and a Whole Lotta Kinky Fun!

It's the end of yet another season of Downton Abbey, and as I watched, riveted to the screen as always, I realized just why so many of us love the melodramas of the bygone era — of what goes on upstairs and below stairs. The trials and tribulations of domestic staff and the kinky fuckery (I can say that here, right?) that went on between master and servants, between servants and servants, and between master and all quite provocative and great fodder for erotic romance indulgences.

So if you're in the market for a more x-rated Downton and prefer spankings and fetishes to afternoon tea, then by all means pick up the sizzling hot anthology AT YOUR SERVICE.

And treat yourself to some less than proper behavior!

Here are just a few lines to tantalize from the Butler Did It, one of the upstairs/downstairs themed stories featured in the At Your Service Anthology:

Her touch was intoxicating as she ran her hands along his arms, kneading his shoulders with her talented fingers before letting her lips trail slowly along his neck again. “But you’ll be officially off duty soon,” she whispered, blowing on his neck, continuing her trail along his jawline with her lips. “Very soon,” she said just as her lips reached his.

She couldn’t contain her cries, hoping none of the staff would hear her and come running only to find their employer being impaled by the butler and thoroughly enjoying it. Or maybe she didn’t mind if they heard and joined in? That was an exciting thought, especially that chef of hers, he looked young and fit.

He pulled her close to his chest. "I hope you enjoyed that, Ms Vi, as it will be the last time you’ll be in charge," he said with a wry smile as he squeezed her ass firmly.

Still Want more.... well there's plenty more....


Kate Deveaux



Harlot at the Homestead

There’s nothing like a cowboy hero to get the heart thumping and the…ahem…juices flowing.  

In my latest release, Harlot at the Homestead, the hero Kenan Duggan returns from the cattle trail to get a BIG surprise! Catherine Montgomery, the fiancée he’d believed dead for two years, arrives and throws him into emotional turmoil.  She has a few unpleasant secrets to divulge and Kenan has to fight his desire for revenge – not on Catherine but on the men who took her away from him.

While Kenan tries to come to terms with Catherine’s explanation about her disappearance, he also finds his old passion for her overpowering and they soon make up for lost time.

Harlot at the Homestead is the first book in a series called The Duggans of Montana, so look out for more stories featuring Kenan’s siblings in the near future. The second instalment will be the story of his twin sister in A Rancher for Rosie.

The short novel is available now for early download at Totally Bound’s website then will be on general release on 4th April 2014.

Series Blurb:

The Duggans of Montana work hard and play harder.

Kenan Duggan looks out for his twin sister Rosie, and Matthew and Emmett, their two younger brothers. The Wild West is a tough place to live and each one strives to carve out their life on the land whilst battling the prejudices, contradictions and restrictions of an ever changing society.

They say that blood is thicker than water…but can these siblings find love and still hold on to family ties?

Harlot at the Homestead Blurb:

Sometimes retribution finds its own way but sometimes it needs a helping hand.

When Catherine Montgomery shows up at Kenan Duggan’s homestead, she expects him to be surprised. She’s been gone two years and she’s devastated to hear that her former fiancé was forced to give her up for dead.

Catherine never stopped thinking about Kenan and hoped that they’d be reunited one day. She has suffered at the hands of another but nothing tortured her as much as being apart from the man she loves. She doubts, however, that Kenan will be able to forgive her when she reveals her secrets.

As Kenan battles his desire for revenge, their mutual desire reawakens like a creek bed in the rain, and soon they are swept up in rediscovering their all-consuming passion.

Retribution often finds its own way in the Wild West and the men to blame for Catherine’s disappearance may well find themselves paying for their crimes in unexpected ways.

That’s if Kenan doesn’t get to them first!

Here's an erotic excerpt for you to enjoy:

Kenan stopped at a point where the bank grew flatter and the grass gave way to silt and sand. The water was shallow and crystal clear over the stones and Catherine suddenly realised how hot and uncomfortable she felt. High summer in Montana was usually hot and uncomfortable but this year it seemed hotter than hell. Beads of perspiration trickled down between her bosoms and the backs of her knees were clammy beneath her stockings.

“Let’s go in. It looks wonderful!”

Kenan smiled at her. “You always loved to swim, Catherine.”

They removed their shoes and outer garments then stood awkwardly.

“What now?” he asked.

“Just like always!” She chuckled.

His fingers trembled as he unhooked the front of her corset. He let it drop to the ground on top of her dress, then moved closer to her and encircled her wrist with his hands.  Her stomach flipped at the passion she saw in his gaze. He wanted her and loved her still but she had not yet revealed all to him. When she did, she feared that he would cast her aside like a broken saddle or a worn out boot.

“Hey!” He tipped up her chin with a fingertip. “What is it?”

She shook her head. “Nothing, just memories.”

“Good ones I hope.” He sighed as he bent his head to kiss her.

At first the kiss was soft and she relaxed into the warmth of his mouth, the sweetness of his breath. But as he pushed his hot tongue between her lips, she moaned and slid her hands through his hair. She filled her palms and her fingers with it then pulled his head towards her. 

As they kissed, he loosened the waistband of her bloomers and she felt them slide down to the floor. The warm afternoon air caressed the naked skin of her legs and fluttered the edge of her chemise. Kenan held her body against the length of his and she felt his erection rock hard against her belly.

She giggled.

“What is it?” he asked breathlessly.

“Perhaps we’d better cool off?” 

He looked down at the large bulge at his groin. “Maybe.”

He shrugged out of his union suit sleeves then slid it down over his legs. Catherine swallowed hard as she stared at his body. The hard cock stood to attention, pointing outwards from the dark curls of his pubic hair and pulling her eyes towards the balls beneath. He was a perfect male and she yearned to become one with him, to take him deep inside her and ride him until they both reached the point of no return.

“Now you!” His voice was husky but his tone was firm.

She undid the button at the front of her chemise then lifted it over her head. It was sheer as gossamer and featherlight. When she met his eyes again, the intensity of his gaze startled her. He looked so fierce, like he was about to explode with need and desire. He took her hand and led her towards the water’s edge. The cool river lapped at her toes and her nipples hardened, making her full breasts tingle.

“It’s freezing!”

“You’ll get used to it!” He eyed her naked form. He waded into the water until it reached his thighs then turned to face her. Catherine watched as goosebumps rose on his arms and the neat sack of skin that held the essence of his masculinity pulled itself up towards his body.  But his erection still stood firm and ready, the tip shimmering with a diamond like bead of moisture.

In a flurry of excitement, she pulled the pins from her hair and let its vermillion waves cascade down her back. The breeze lifted it and swirled it around her face, teasing her by limiting her view of Kenan. She flicked her head to push it aside and fixed her eyes upon the man she loved. Unable to resist any longer, she ran to him, splashing the icy water over them both as she did so. The river’s chilly grip travelled quickly up her legs and the tiny hairs on her neck and her arms stood on end.

Kenan grabbed her and pulled her with him into the flow and Catherine gasped as the cold water enveloped her, touching her inside and out. The sensation of the chilly water delving between the hot sensitive folds of her most private place was delicious and it heightened her desire to feel her lover’s cock there too.

“It’s freezing, Kenan!” She giggled.

He laughed then flicked water into her face. She shook her head, her thick hair heavy with the river. He reached out and tenderly spread her hair out so that it floated around her like a gathering of eels come to inspect her nudity.

“Come here!” Kenan embraced her.

Their cold, wet skin and his solid length prodding into her stomach fired her yearning to have him. She wanted to possess this man once more, before he knew the full truth. The fear that he might abandon her when she confessed all darkened her mind for an instant, like a cloud passing over the sun. But she shrugged it away, refusing to allow it to spoil this precious moment. Kenan pushed her towards the bank where he laid her on her back in the shallows. He eyed every inch of her body. The stones and sand were hard and cold beneath her skin but the fire in his gaze warmed her like the hot summer sun.

He stroked his hands over her stomach, across the curves of her hips then back towards the apex of her thighs. She moaned as he parted her legs and ran the fingers of his right hand between her swollen lips then over her aching bud. He rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger with a touch so experienced and knowledgeable that Catherine felt all sense and reason slipping away. Lost in passion, she lifted her hips towards him, eager for him to fill her up as she knew only he could.

Whilst he massaged her, he used his free hand to drip chilly droplets of water over her burning cunny. She flung out her arms and grabbed his shoulders, digging her nails wantonly into his flesh and pulling him down onto her, unable to wait another second. His body moulded to hers as if it were the other half of her and she flung her head back as he drove his erection into her soft flesh.

As excitement consumed him, he rocked into her, harder and faster and she spread her legs farther to take him deeper. The water splashed around them as they moved in perfect union and the current flowed over them, caressing their skin and creeping into forbidden places as if to join in their lovemaking.  Catherine bit into Kenan’s shoulder when the tensing and twitching of her pussy signalled the onset of her climax and her sensitive bud throbbed then burst into countless little explosions like lightning bolts piercing the night sky.

The aftershocks flooded throughout her entire body and her hot juices flowed from her loins. Her excitement spurred Kenan on and he thrust harder and faster before freezing as he reached his own shuddering release.

He rested his weight on his elbows and looked into her eyes. “You are amazing,” he whispered as he gently pushed the wet hair from her forehead. “No one should ever hurt you. Ever.”

Have a great March!
Molly xxx