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a whole lotta new, thats what. Not only did the badazz miss Shara Azod and LiL' G spot Laura Guevara do the thizzle late last month with the release of Cuffed and Spanked, ( and that stuff is what keeps fruit of the loom, hanes, and victoria secret in bidness, i hear tell panty sales is skyrocketing even in the recession)

The Jeanie and Jayha are bringing it strong with a grip of hot and sexy with The One Who Got Sway and those chics turned right smack dab around and teamed up with both myself (DUH Don't act new, ITS ME DREA!!!!) and Laura for Volume One of the Tag! You're Writ. series...say what?? I know your eye hustling all those dips and and bumps to the left!!!

Drool Away. I wont tell...at first. LMAO.

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HOW BOUT THAT MISS AZOD WITH THE BIG REALEASE OVER AT COBBLESTONE

pick up a copy of Great Scots! and then cry about it cuz i have dibs!

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Great Scots!!! Available Right Now!!!!!

Great Scots!!!

Conaire fears for his sanity after being trapped on the Other Side for so many eons. All he wants is to get back to the human realm. So when the evil Fae Queen Elphame gives him a chance to escape, he takes it, completely unaware of the spell she casts as he steps through the ancient circle.

Seeing the spell and knowing it will not only bind Conaire, but his brother, MacKay, as well, to the first woman Conaire sleeps with, Scota takes matters into her own hands. She’s found the perfect mate for her sons.

If only someone had warned Tasha. Now she finds herself bonded to not one but two arrogant Scots gods.

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1247

Excerpt:

Yep, this was definitely a dream. For one thing, she’d dated Hispanics, Asians, and Native American men, but she’d never strayed to pure vanilla before. Not that she had anything against white men, she’d just never experienced them. She simply couldn’t recall a white man, no matter how fine, making her this hot before -- and just by looking at him, to boot. Tasha was the kind of girl who needed a lot of coaxing and foreplay. Yet here she was all ready to jump some strange white guy. Oh, well, it was just a dream, right?

“Hi,” Tasha offered by way of breaking the ice. Her dreams didn’t usually include introductions, but what the hell. She was willing to roll with it.

“What manner of woman are ye, lass?” came the unexpected reply.

It was because she was in Scotland. Had to be. There was no other excuse for the question to tickle her rather than piss her off. Plus that deep voice laced with the accent was incredibly sexy. “I’m American,” she explained with a hell of lot more patience than she would have had if she’d been awake. “African-American.”

“Ah, the Colonies.” He nodded as if he were making perfect sense. “That explains it.”

Like there were no black people in Scotland. There weren’t a lot, but still, this was the twenty-first century. Being a dream man, maybe he was from another time. Yeah, she liked that. Her very own Highland warrior-type dude.

“I was here long before any Highlander, lass,” the man told her as he climbed on the bed toward her. “And I promise you this is no dream.”

Tasha closed her eyes as his hands caressed her cheeks, moving down to her throat, then to the valley in between her breasts. Never had a man’s touch set her on fire as quickly as this Viking.

“I’m nae a Viking, lass.” He cupped her breast and pinched the nipple. “You’ll nae call me one again.”

She didn’t recall calling him anything, at least not aloud. She would have informed him of that, but his mouth covered her other breast at that moment, biting painfully down on her nipple, and then lapping the pain away with his tongue. Her mind blanked, making her unable to concentrate on anything other than what he was doing to her. Her breathing grew labored as he moved to the other breast, lavishing equal attention on it before he raised his head and smiled down at her. “Conaire,” he told her.

“What?”

“My name, lass. It’s Conaire.”

Were names really necessary in a dream like this? “Um, my name is… Uh…” Damn it! What the heck was her name? She knew it a minute ago, she was sure of it.

Meeting The Browns.

She sat slightly forward, hands cradling her drink. Intent on our conversation. Focused. Only a slight shift in her her eyes, and extra sparkle really, or the twitch at the corner of her mouth would ever give any indication that she was distracted--And Loving it.
The entire time we enjoyed out dessert he kept one finger on her person. Almost like a child, afraid that if he didn't touch the object of his desire his favorite thing ever would disappear.

I fell in love. How could you not. They are so cute I wanted to pinch their cheeks, put them in my purse and have CWB start the engine so we could Unca/Auntie--nap them and escape to a place where, they could be mine and I didn't have to share. I even mentally wrote my ransome note.

"Dear other people who's asses I can kick single handly, and if not I have dynomite and other things that go "boom". I have taken my Auntie and Unca far far far from you and you can not have them back. You however must pay Auntie/Unca Support so send money in various curancies and food. They only need robes to wear when they aren't in their room to visit me so clothes are optional( ok they are optional when I am in the room so send enough for me not to see them naked). If you don't comply--I'll sic my sisters on you."

So our day started rocky. CWB in his own special way caused us to not leave on time. Not because he was sad over his precious Texas Tech Red Raiders loosing to University of Houston Cougars, but because he decided I was tired as I stayed up late trying to finish something a little kinkier than I've ever done before and he was upset that it wasn't well never mind all that. CWB let me over sleep. So we didn't get on the road to Vernon until nearly 7:30am. I was upset I wanted to spend any day light hours I could in the prescence of Jim and Zetta. Besides I reasoned, I needed to also prove that the trip only takes two hours, not four. (for the record CWB made the trip up there 2hrs and 47 mins. I made the trip( changing routes to stop at my parents house...equal distance from the route back to hour home) in 1hrs 52 mins.)

Anyway once we were in the budding metropolis of Vernon I could hardly sit still. We pulled up to our redevous point and I jumped out of the car. I was virtually dancing from foot to foot. SHIVERING with anticipation. CWB made the call to let them know when were 15mins away, but I couldn't stand it. The moment the car was in park I called Zetta's grandparents and caught them walking out the door to come pick us up. "We're here, we're here" I sang happily.
"This must be Drea then. 'Tis GEEEEEEEM. On our way lil' neicey"
WHOOOO HOOOO I shouted and CWB looked at me, rolled his eyes and pulled me into a big polar bear hug. Thats code for get over here and settle down.

AND THEN I SAW THEM! Wow they are so cute. Ok have you ever seen that old disney cartoon brown bear and white bear OMG ITS JIM AND ZETTA...so cute!!!>

Zetta is shorter than me and just this bundle of light and peace. One could easily imagine her coddling a small child and bringing instant peace. AND JIM...where do I begin. WOW... If Zetta was a coddler then Unca Jim is the ultimate "lets go try this and see if we get caught." He has this energy that is so pure so...mischievous.
"Jim, settle down and stop messing"...I must have heard that a million times. AND I nearly crowed with pride that it wasn't me being told to settle down.

We spent time with the world's most adorable grandparents. Ate the best double meat open faced chilli cheese burgers (Joint called Beevo's, decked out in UT orange, I will be making that trip again just for that burger) and spent time goofing off in walmart. CWB snook up and scared Zetta, and Unca Jim gave me five bucks( hey its Euro money so now you have to let me got to spend it Jayha...please I wont get in any trouble cuz Unca Jim is gonna be with me). Then we sat down again to have ice cream at Braum's and we learned so much more about the beautiful couple. Being a people watcher I couldn't help but note all the looks that we drew. A couple of curvy, fine black women with tall , domineering white men, And all four us sporting wedding rings and a look of, "we may look cute, but step up and get sat down ya hear".

I had the best day. So much so that I speed away from Vernon, before I could stuff them in my truck and bring them home. My heart was full to bursting at their immediate acceptance and of the love that they so obviously shared.
CWB smiled as we turned left outta town.
"When do we get to hang out with them again babe?" He asked, a yawn cracking his face.
"Anytime you want to."
"We have to get passports" another yawn and the seat goes back.
"Yup, you'll take off work to go"
"Yup, no speeding." SNORING

I drove off into the sunset, my own autographed Zetta Brown book in the back seat, my heart half way to Scotland.

Drea Riley

Just Released!!!

Cuffed

Blurb:

Janie Flores was new in the small town of Hartford, Texas. All her family is back in San Antonio, several hours away. So when she hears noises coming from her downstairs she calls the local police department to come investigate.

Hartford Police Officer Jackson Ryan and his partner are almost off duty when they get called to a possible break-in. Jackson is enraged to find the sexy woman he saw at the grocery several days earlier. While waiting to take her statement he notices some of her books that have him thinking of cuffing her to his bed.

Excerpt:

The local hardware store was open by the time she arrived. Armed with her list she made her way inside. She was greeted by the several people as she made her way down the aisles grabbing what she needed and putting it into her cart. It was just like her to have something she needed located not only on the top shelf but all the way back she needed to extend her arms an extra six inches to reach it. Climbing onto the last shelf she went on her tiptoes but she still couldn’t reach the damn box.

“Let me get that.” Janie froze as she recognized the deep gruff voice behind her. She held her breath as he leaned in and reached for the box she was trying to reach. Janie bit back a groan, fighting the urge not to press back into his big body. “Is this what you were looking for?”

“Yes,” she said a little too breathless for her liking. Janie waited until he moved back before stepping down. He didn’t move back far enough because she brushed against him as she turned to face him. He was dressed in an old grey t-shirt that stretched across wide chest. Janie had to force herself to look up into his face. As a woman, she knew it was rude to stare at someone’s chest, even with her small and unimpressive breasts men still stared. There was nothing small about him though. He was built on a massive scale. Finally reaching his face, she saw the knowing smirk on his face.

“I was waiting for your phone call this morning.”

“I didn’t want to bother you. I knew you would be tired this morning,” which he didn’t look like it. He looked like he got his recommended eight hours of sleep. She on the other hand was not looking like her cute usual self. At 31, she discovered she needed her beauty sleep. “Besides I can shop all by myself.”

“That’s not the point. I gave you a specific order to call me.”

Janie couldn’t believe what she just heard. Did he just say he gave her an order? She wasn’t sure if her tired brain was playing games with her. His next words confirmed it.

“Next time I expect to be obeyed. There will be repercussions if you don’t. What else do you need to get?”

“What do you mean repercussions?” Janie was pretty sure what he meant but she needed to make sure they were talking about the same thing.

“You know what I mean Janie, but perhaps I should’ve said punishments.” he stepped closer to her, pushing her back against the shelf behind her. “I can give you a spanking or better yet I can cuff you to my bed and explore you at my leisure. Would you like that,” he whispered into her ear.

Janie was panting by the time he finished talking. She couldn’t believe that he just said he would spank or cuff her in the middle of the hardware store where anyone could hear them. She should be embarrassed but truth be told she was so aroused she would need a change of panties when she got back home. All she could do was nod her head.

Spanked

Blurb:

Daire had always wanted Shelby, but their friendship was too important to risk complicating things. But there was no way in hell he could ever allow some other man to claim her. So when Shelby came to him asking for advice about a Dom she was considering, Daire knew he couldn’t wait any longer. It was time to show Shelby he was the only man for her.

Shelby always considered Daire her very best friend. He was the one she always came to for advice when it came to men. The last thing she expected when she confided her interest on a man with the same fetish Daire had was to find herself tied to his bed and completely at his mercy. Who knew how good it felt to be spanked?

Excerpt:

“Why are you in your underwear and why are you in that chair?” He could care less about the answer. Ah, the chance to discipline her; shit, she was just begging for it.

Maybe she had for a while without realizing it. There has always been a spark of attraction between them they had both steadfastly ignored. Why? It seemed so crystal clear to him now; she was his. Always had been. He was a fool for waiting so long to claim her.

“I, uh, wanted to read.”

It was a sorry excuse, and she knew it. He could tell by the glint of mischief in her eyes. Oh, the hours of fun they were going to have. The possibilities had his shaft crying for joy.

“Come here, Shelby.”

She unfolded herself slowly from the chair, swaying her hips as she walked toward him. The little minx had the nerve to look halfway contrite to boot. When she was an inch away she stopped, looking up at him through thick lashes. His cock was throbbing now, but she wasn't about to give it to her just let.

“Take off the bra and panties.” He wanted to touch her badly, but she had to be disciplined first. If he gave her the upper hand this first time, she would take it from here on out. That wasn't how Daire rolled. She needed to learn that now. He waited while she stretched it out, driving him crazy by the slow peeling of the scanty excuse of underwear. He blinked at the tiny airstrip of pubic hair left on her mound. The rest of that pretty puss was bare and smooth. Waxed. Did she do this for Brooks? The thought had him seeing red. That bastard wasn't ever coming anywhere near what was his. He would break his fucking neck if he tried.

“You know I have to spank you, don’t you, baby?” Damned if Shelby didn’t crack the briefest smile at that.

“I’m sorry, Daire.” She didn’t even sound a little repentant.

“Go lay down on your back.” He had to take a step back as she did as she was told. One touch and it would be over. “Put your feet flat on the bed, legs spread wide.”