Poppy Rider and the Glass Shards – FREE D/L

Happy New Year’s Eve! Get this free download of Poppy Rider and the Glass Shards on Amazon – one-day only.

Poppy Rider and the Glass Shards (a fantasmic tale)

(#MF #MMF, #bisexual, #eroticfairytale #eroticromance #adventure #fantasy
poppyrider_medPoppy “Little Red” Rider’s grandmother implores her to help a good friend—Moira, the Good Witch of the North—get back her son, who happens to be in the clutches of the powerful and heartless Ice Queen. Before undertaking the dangerous mission, however, Poppy selects two handsome, virile, and heroic companions to accompany her on the long journey—Will Hunter, who once saved Poppy and her grandmother’s life, and Gray, a wolf shapeshifter currently trapped in human form who’s distantly related to the demon wolves that almost killed Poppy and her grandmother.

During the trek, the brave and daring trio faces a host of perilous obstacles and life-threatening complications—demons, hungry prehistoric wolves, polar bears, and a savagely cold climate. But the nights of sexual exploration between the lusty travelers heat things up, becoming a passionate journey of self-discovery for the trio as they progress toward not only rescuing the witch’s son, but to their own happily ever after…

Amazon Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CXJGRS9

 

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Horsemasters: Riding Lessons – an excerpt

Bet you never had a riding lesson or horse trainer like this one. Get ready to warm up, baby.  Here’s a hot little story excerpt from Horsemasters: Riding Lessons.

Riding Lessons

(#MFM #erotica #bdsm #contemporary #submission #menage)

Gossips say Miguel d’Loganno is a sex master of the highest caliber. Melanie Anne Grayson is desperate for his services. To hire him to train her horse, Merciless, that is.

The horse trainer is attractive, commanding, and delicious. So is his strong, silent companion, Ricardo Santofoya. Their unorthodox training methods, both for horse and owner, havHorsemasters_RidingLessons_sme the horse set lining up to engage their talents.

Can Melanie submit to the Horsemaster in order to obtain his services for her steed? A lusty, blistering interview with these sexy horse trainers has her panting to learn more about their unique training methods.

 

EXCERPT

“Control,” Miguel bit out, his rock-hard, glittering gaze imprisoning hers. “It’s in your eyes, Ms. Grayson. I can always tell when rebellion is about to erupt.” He thrust his hips and she felt him all the way to her core. Her fingers curled in the dark pelt. Her head dropped back, eyelids fluttering close.

“Attention,” he bit out.

Immediately she lifted her head and looked into those merciless coal-dark eyes. It was a look that commanded her submission and acquiescence. Slowly she lifted, feeling every inch of his prick as it stroked along her sensitive, dripping channel. The muscles in her legs ached, but her pussy cried out for more, faster, deeper.

The rumor was that he enjoyed providing the private riding lessons to the owners as tandem to the horse training. It’s part of what made him unique among their set. And he was very, very good at it. It was well known that for as long as he accepted the training assignment at the farm, he expected the owner or owners, as the case may be, to bow to his every direction and command as well when it came to training their prizewinning steeds. He set the schedule.

Miguel was a truly fine specimen of a man, with a lean, solid frame, not an inch of surplus flesh. Hard and chiseled, hot and powerful. Feeling him between her slick thighs was like being mounted on a half-wild, pure-blood Andalusian stallion. Proud, agile, intelligent. Characteristics of animal and man, a perfect blend of dynamic, lusty temptation.

The vision emerged in her mind of him tossing her onto the floor, spreading her legs wide and spearing her deep. A Spanish conquistador claiming his prize. The image of primal rutting at its most basic level surged through her, twisting inside her, to the point where she was almost ready to beg. Oh, God, what was happening to her? Was it going to be that easy for her to topple beneath his spell?

One might almost consider him a shining star at the peak of the set of trainers available among the horse set, or maybe a skilled gigolo in some arenas. But from his reputation and the history of his protégées’ successes and the contentment and hero worship of the owners, he earned every penny of his exorbitant fees. And deserved every ounce of his reputation.

He also provided the unique service of locating a satisfactory substitute trainer when he left for the next assignment. No one was required to suffer withdrawal after his intense lessons—he always made sure their new appetites were well satisfied—and maintained. And he owned his students’ loyalty completely by the time he left their employ.

Oh, he was rugged, he was a man’s man, that was for sure. And she would do anything—absolutely anything—to have him train Merciless. She would be whatever he wanted her to be. And she would follow his instructions to the letter if that’s what it took to get him to sign the contract. Because she knew Merciless—this horse—was the one that would cut her from the herd of mediocre stables.

Her slick juices had her riding and gripping Miguel’s immense prick. The thick flesh brushed against her stiff clit, causing her to shudder with pleasure.

Now available on Amazon.

Free and Discounted Books – 12/25-1/1

SmashwordsHolidaySaleI hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday and looking forward to a great 2019. I’ve been doing some baking, and I’m currently sailing on a sugar high this week. Bad, bad girl am I. I’ll be better next week, I promise.

I wanted to take a moment to let you know that at Smashwords several of my books are either #free or #discounted this week – December 12th through January 1st. Now may be a great time to catch up if you haven’t had a chance to read these stories.

Use code SS100 to get these books for free:

  • Jebediah’s Promise (excerpt)
  • Immortal Treasure (excerpt)
  • Forget Me Not (excerpt)
  • White Leather and No Regrets
  • Eluria’s Enforcer (excerpt)
  • New Blood Initiate
  • Love Me Tonight

Use code SEY50 to get these books discounted at 50% off the cover price:

 

Here’s the link  to check out my stories currently available for sale  on Smashwords:

http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/adriannadane

 

 

The Messenger – FREE Christmas Eve D/L

The Messenger is a #free download on Amazon for December 24th. One-day only.

#gayromance #eroticromance #contemporary.

…The Messenger took me by surprise. … Adrianna Dane did a great job with the suspense and intrigue of The Messenger as well as creating wonderful characters.

–JoyfullyReviewed.com

 

Dillon Lloyd has had the hots for his attractive neighbor, Vance Keith, for quite some time. He’s spent many nights in voyeuristic pleasure while the gorgeous man next door has sex with his current male lover in varied and delicious ways. Even so, Dillon has never entertained the idea of actually asking Vance out on a date. For one thing, Vance is a client of Dillon’s delivery business. And business and pleasure should never mix.
All that changes when a package–a gift that Vance had sent to his most recent lover–turns up undeliverable. Dillon takes a chance and decides to return the package to Vance himself in hopes that maybe a miracle of the season will happen for him.

When Vance and Dillon meet in person the sparks ignite. And when Vance invites Dillon into his apartment on this icy winter night, though the weather outside is frightful, the heat between them is more than delightful. Their blistering passion sets a torch to the holiday festivities offering a bounty of unexpected gifts.

But things in Vance’s past jealously battle for his future happiness and won’t stop at murder to win.

Amazon Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07H73J2R7

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I hope everyone has a safe, and a marvelous, holiday!

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Forget Me Not – an excerpt

Today, I’m posting an excerpt from my story, “Forget Me Not.” Hope  you enjoy.

Forget Me Not

(#eroticromance #gay #contemporary #MM, #fantasy, #second chance romance)

It was a friendship that forged their relationship. It was passion that bound them together. And tragedy that tore them apart. Yet time and distance could not destroy their yearning. A failed marriage could not quench the memories. Nothing could make either forget what they had once shared…

Boyhood friends, now mature men reunited after eighteen years apart. One had saved

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the other’s life. Cooper Lynch is a man locked by his mer blood to the town of Raven’s Cove. He cannot leave. Ever. Bound by cursed blood and by ancient duty. Ian Lynch is a man who feels rootless, now at the crossroads of his life, when fate brings him back again to Raven’s Cove and the only person he’d ever desired. It was a love they had tried to deny. A love that was never meant to be. But one that changed both their worlds with a night of passion they could never forget.

Different worlds, different lives. Will this forbidden love defy the demands of fate?

EXCERPT

Ian felt as though he’d been kicked in the stomach when he saw Cooper Lynch up close. It was like the dam burst on his memory of that long ago night. There stood before him the one man with whom he’d ever become intimately close.

The full measure of his attraction hit Ian square in the face. He found himself taking one step closer, intent on touching the man, remember the consuming kisses and urgent caresses. Needing to see if he was real or just a figment of an overactive imagination.

“You remember me,” Cooper said. “I thought maybe you’d forgotten.”

This wasn’t a wet dream. This was real. The deep tenor of his voice shot straight to Ian’s groin. He tasted the damp salt air. He remembered watching the dark-haired boy, of running over the rocks and swimming butt naked in the sea. He remembered hard arms wrapped around him, saving his life. Flashes of images rolled through his mind like an old film, faster and faster—so intense he couldn’t catch his breath.

Sensations overwhelmed him. He remembered hard flesh burrowing inside him, stretching him, the hot friction of virgin penetration, buried deep. And ultimately making him feel complete in a way Lane had never been able to do. Like a festering wound inside his gut was suddenly healed.

He closed his eyes and dropped his head forward.

“All this time, I’ve fought coming back here. The pain has been like a thorn stuck in my back that I just couldn’t reach. How could I have forgotten? And the dreams. The nightmares. Always reaching for something just out of reach.”

“And now you know what it is?”

He opened his eyes and looked at Cooper. Slowly he nodded. Upon seeing Cooper, everything had suddenly fallen into place. Cooper reached for him, tugging him close and when his hard mouth clamped over Cooper’s, Ian surged forward, wrapping his arms around Cooper’s honed, matured body.

Cooper whirled him around and shoved him against the wall of the lighthouse. His tongue thrusting into Ian’s mouth. His hands fastened to Ian’s face, holding him as he plundered his mouth.

Cooper tasted of the sea, an exoticness that seemed to go beyond human touch. His hands slipped beneath Cooper’s black T-shirt, pressed against sinewy muscle, honed by working the sea and the rough land.

He wanted him naked. Cooper pulled back. His gaze locked with Ian’s.

“Come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private.”

Now available on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075DCMV1P

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The Midas Bride – an excerpt

The Midas Bride is now available at Amazon.

(#contemporary #shapeshifter #fantasy #fairytale #magic #eroticromance #MF)

Once upon a time there was a modern woman who wasn’t looking for prince charming. Not anymore. But there was indeed a prince who needed to find his princess bride or suffer the full effects of the curse brought down upon his family. He tossed a magic coin out into the world in hopes of finding his true soul mate–the one woman who could tame the beast inside his soul and halt the curse. Only her love could save him. But will a greedy witch find her first and destroy his one chance at happiness?

EXCERPT

Tira slowly awoke to a sense of firm, warm hands exploring her body. She tried to get her brain to focus, but it just wouldn’t listen. Yet her body responded with heated fervor as though the touch was familiar to her. That underlying sexual need that had been with her for the last twenty-four hours now seemed to blossom.

The room was dark and she realized she was naked. Then demanding lips descended to claim hers and she melted beneath their hot possession. This had to be a dream and she’d wake up in a minute. Every nerve in her body responded to the dominating, masculine presence. There was no way to think clearly right now.

A hand cupped her soft breast, fingers teasing a nipple to a hard peak, grazing the surface. His tongue delved inside her mouth, exiting and tracing her lips before diving back inside again. So many sensations, she couldn’t begin to process them. Only pleasure. Deep, mind-boggling pleasure shot through her. And the sense of coming home—that this was exactly where she was supposed to be.

She felt naked, hot flesh against her own as he shifted on the bed to stretch out beside her. A splayed hand branded her skin in the valley between her breasts, tracking a slow path downward, across her midriff, stopping and teasing at her naval. Shudders of pleasure rippled through her time and time again.

She lifted a hand to trap his head, felt the texture of thick, long, silky hair and her fingers tangled within the mass.

Her head dropped back and his mouth fastened on the pulse at her throat. A muscled leg wedged her thighs open, a knee pressed firmly against her mound and another shudder of pleasure raced through her body. She gasped at the sensation.

Her hand brailled its way along the mountains and valleys of his body. Hard, solid flesh, no give and take. She explored the crevice of his thigh and groin, dipping over the smooth, warm contours of his skin and encountering the jutting peak of his stiff erection.

It was as though she had reached a summit and she breathed a sigh of pleasure as she surrounded his firm, silky flesh with her hand, claiming his body by some right she didn’t fully understand and didn’t want to take the time to interpret. At least not right now.

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Also available at Amazon, related to this story, is The Lion and The Rose.

Man or beast? Mikelas, half man, half beast, caught between worlds, desperately needs his bride. As tradition demanded, he invoked the magic of the ancient marriage coin, but his Midas mate didn’t answer, and without her, he is doomed to revert to his animal form forever. At one minute to the stroke of forever, a new scrying is performed and Rosemarie Edwards receives a very special gift meant only for a woman of Midas blood.
Rosemarie doesn’t believe in fairytale love—she doesn’t have faith in humanity at all. Certainly not with the memories of her tragic past shrouding her from any hope of future happiness. But an attractive messenger with an intriguing gold rose and a special invitation will send her on a savagely sensual journey that will change her life from a black-and-white existence filled with painful reminders to the full Technicolor of devastating desire.

One night of sizzling animal passion in what she thinks is a dream leaves her with a throbbing, visible reminder of the claim of her dominant mate. How did it happen and why does she respond so intensely to the scent of the golden rose? Only by accepting the mysterious invitation to Midian will she find the answers she needs and maybe discover that there can be a happily ever after.

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Vinnie’s Ghost – an excerpt

Vinnie’s Ghost

[#gay_romance, #erotic_romance, #contemporary]

Vinnie’s Ghost is releasing December 11th, but you can preorder it now on Amazon. Here’s a peek at Lee and Stroker’s story.

The delivery of a letter could mean everything to two lonely men, connected by the life and death of a man who meant something special to each of them separately.

Lee Fellowes is a wounded warrior, ex-Army vet, whose best buddy died in his arms. As buddies do, Lee and Vinnie had shared intimacies—Vinnie even shared some of his steamy letters from his state-side lover, Stroker Smith, a man who makes surfboards, and communes with the sea. Now, Lee returned from the front lines and suffering from PTSD, goes in search of Stroker to deliver Vinnie’s last letter. What he never expects to find is a passion that can heal his wounded soul, fill his heart, and free his spirit.

Can these two men, who both cared for another, each wounded by that loss, find healing, peace and love together? Or will their separate burdens of loss keep them from finding a true and lasting love in each other’s arms?

EXCERPT

Stroker shucked off his shorts, and once again he took Lee’s hand. He led him outside, along the narrow sandy path lined by beach grass, and down onto the private beach. This part was fairly secluded and quite deserted. Tonight, no one else was around—the revelers were all at the other end where the fireworks were going off.

“Come for a swim,” he urged Lee. He’d try anything to take that desperate look off his face. He led Lee toward the water. “You do know how to swim, don’t you?” He’d never actually seen Lee in the water.

“Yeah, I know how. It’s awful big out there. Endless.”

“It is. And sometimes it can be savage. But that’s nature, isn’t it? That’s life.” He led him deeper into the water.

“It’s lonely,” Lee said softly, and Stroker almost missed his words.

“That’s deceptive.” Stroker moved closer to Lee. “Being out here is a challenge, but it’s not so unlike being in the army. There’s the individual who has to count on his own abilities and knowledge in order to survive.” Stroker swept his hand out in an arc, drawing Lee’s attention to the faint glow of the bonfire down the beach. “But there’s the community too. We aren’t alone in this world. Never alone. Each step, each falter, brings us closer to our destiny. Sometimes we fight it, but if we stop trying to control, to do it alone, quit trying to swim against the current, it can get a lot easier.”

“I don’t know how to do that. Not anymore,” Lee said. “I used to. There’s things I wanted to do with my life, but I’ve lost the way, and maybe the desire too.”

Stroker turned Lee to face him. He cupped his face. “There’s always another wave—another door to open—however you want to look at it. You wipe out; you try again. You never stop trying. You never stop searching. I’m not sure I realized how true that is until tonight.” He leaned forward and kissed Lee. For a moment Lee didn’t respond, but then he opened his mouth, and Stroker thrust his tongue inside, tangling it with Lee’s. There seemed some measure of desperation at first, but then the kiss turned hungry, then demanding. Stroker eased away. He drew Lee farther into the surf.

When they’d reached a point where the water was waist deep, suddenly Lee turned more assertive, and he yanked on Stroker’s hand and spun him around. The sparkle of light flashing across the sky highlighted his expressions in dark and light. He was about a head taller than Stroker, but right now the way he gazed down at him, he seemed so much bigger, stronger.

“You’re right,” Lee said. “Another wave, another door, maybe another chance. Out here, tonight, it seems anything might be possible.”

Lee yanked Stroker forward until they were chest to chest and the cool ocean water rippled over them. One of his hands circled around Stroker’s prick as the other cupped the nape of his neck. He leaned forward until Stroker could feel his lips against his ear.

“I want to fuck you,” he said in a raspy, deep voice.

“Yes,” was about the only word that Stroker could manage to utter. He also knew Lee didn’t mean inside, in Stroker’s bed. He wanted to do it right here.

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Preorder now on Amazon; releasing December 11th.

Making My Creative Day Surmountable

Surmountable and Individualistic

Dizzy. I feel dizzy. Yes, I know. In this day and age it’s a real trial to stay on task and not be distracted by the hundreds of other things that are on your plate. Where is a moment t catch my breath? I wake up at about 5:30AM and my day doesn’t end until around 9 PM, if I’m lucky. It’s crazy.

The Basic Supply List To Sort Myself Out:

  • bullet journal (because I can design and customize my own layout and because I’m a visual kind of gal. And I need reasons to buy all the cool journals I like to use.
  • Sticky notes (the program on the computer, and the physical form of little colorful squares of paper. Because I simply have to clear my head. Too many characters, too many to-do lists. I simply must get the business stuff out of my head. Paper does the trick because I only have so much computer screen to work with. And filing it into a spreadsheet puts it out of sight, out of mind. And again, only so much room on the computer’s desktop. And, frankly, I’d rather have a cluttered physical desktop, than a computer screen desktop. It’s a thing with me.
  • My vintage fountain pen, and I found a turquoise V5 Pilot pen that works for me, too. I use peacock-colored ink in my fountain pen. It’s a fun color to work with.
  • Outlook for email and some of my longer-term deadlines.

surmountable_19Having a lot of balls to juggle each and every day really takes some determination. A mixture of contract work having nothing to do with writing, photography, graphic design of banners and covers, writing, outlining, editing, proofing, brainstorming, and on and on. I have a mix of tasks I need to accomplish in any given day.

I am a list writer. My desk is covered in handwritten lists that eventually get transferred somewhere else. Excel spreadsheets are something I only use for part of what I need to keep track of, such as books published, price, length, etc., on that end. To-do lists I tend to keep on my desk as constant reminders. The ideal schedule I’d like to strive for is posted on my wall. The visual of the schedule can help rein me in if I get too far off the mark.

There are days when I look at what I would like to accomplish, and the amount of time in any given day that I have in order to accomplish, so the to-do list and the schedule posted are critical to being productive.

Marketing is a part of the plan and finding time on most days to do that, again takes times to map out. Fitting time in to write, to create, to promote, to read, to research, and the many bits and pieces that come along with that often makes me dizzy and I can freeze in place. Particularly because that is just one part of what I need to balance in any given day. Visualizing the to-do list the night before can help with that. Because then I can wake up the next morning with a clearer plan to approach the day.

I have about 20 slips of paper on my desk right now with various notes I’ve made through the week on tags/hashtags for various things I’m looking to promote. I have several title ideas for new stories. I have a list of books that are on Kindle Unlimited and dates those end, I have a Christmas grocery shopping list that I keep adding to. I’ll be sorting these out this weekend and transferring the information to various Excel spreadsheets, my bullet journal, my calendar sheets that are split into categories of things that need to be accomplished throughout a month.

Oh, yes, the calendar. I have come to the conclusion I can’t use just one calendar; it gets far too cluttered. I’ve split things up to more manageable pieces to help focus. Too much on one calendar makes everything a blur and feels very overwhelming to me. I generally don’t use my online calendar to keep track of short-term goals, maybe because I’m a tactile, hands-on kind of gal. That’s more for reminders of birthdays, anniversaries, yearly events and such. And I like shuffling – cards, paper, whatever, because shuffling in and of itself is a form of reminder or nudge for me. And I do like to compartmentalize things.

My day is surmountable though it doesn’t seem like it at times. Perhaps to someone a little more structured and straightforward it looks totally convoluted. But, it works for me.

Books Released Tracker. I mean, really, don’t I stare at a computer screen for enough hours in the day? I need to break it up. That’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it. And again, I like buying journals and using them for a variety of different things. And it gives purpose to a journal buying binge. Because I have so many stories available and promotion I need to do for those stories (and yes, I’ve tried using Excel, but it didn’t work for me as well), I’ve taken to using a separate journal book and I have it set up somewhat like a bullet journal with an index at the front, and each book has a page with details on where and when I promote it, so I’m not duplicating the same information on the same social media sites too closely together. Could I use an Excel spreadsheet for this? Sure. But I don’t. Lots of reasons, but I just don’t. Anyway. In the journal  I can see when I posted excerpts on my blog, Facebook promotions, Instagram images, etc., for that book at a glance. It’s working for me.

img_0923Then there’s my Daily Deeds book that I made, tailored for me. Because I like to create things, and I like writing things down so I can remember what I did. It will show me what groups I’ve posted to specifically in a drill down, what I have accomplished on a given day such as free units offered, book editing completed, formatting accomplished, etc.  Daily Deeds is basically a tracker with details of what I’m doing, and details such as posting on Facebook, I’ll list the exact groups I post to, so I don’t repeat it and I can look back and review that list before posting something again. Or it might detail something that wasn’t on the to-do list, but did get accomplished out of order, or because it suddenly become urgent to get it done.

I will say the holidays throw a wrench into the mix and stretches my daily management abilities to the max.

Health must factor into the fray. I find the best thing for me to do since I’m at my desk  most of the day to work is I do a mix of 45 minutes at the computer, 15 minutes away, even if it’s just walking to the other end of the house, or doing little 15-minute chores that take me away from the computer.  Two days a week I’m out in nature, walking, hiking, photographing. And these two days are what can make the rest of the week surmountable. I can clear my head, in the quiet, I let my mind wander, I clear my head, and I am rejuvenated once again to return to task.

So I take control, I make it surmountable, I individualize for me, I may get repetitive, but for me, that’s sometimes necessary – for my personality, for the ways in which I can accomplish. That’s really the bottom line – to accomplish. I have to make my life work for me. I will prevail, and will use whatever it takes to do that.

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