WINNER OF LAST TRAIN HOME GIVEAWAY

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A copy of Last Train Home is on its way to you now :)

E R PIERCE - DUALITY (A CORDELIA KELLY NOVEL)

Today I am featuring a promo spot for the lovely E R PIERCE author of Eating Out, Hot or Cold Lunch and Finding Time to name but a few. Below, learn a little bit more about the author and her new release, Duality (A Cordelia Kelly Novel).  

BIO:

My Newest book published on April 21st, called Duality. Featuring Cordelia Kelly and Sol Winterborn. Duality is a paranormal, urban fantasyish novel that is 50K words about Empaths and Elemental powers.
I've been writing for as long as I can remember. I wrote my first story when I was in seventh grade--A first person account of an entire summer. I went through a massive teen angst poetry phase, and I have notebooks and binders filled with prose.

Over a year ago, Ceithin and Aurelia showed up in my head. They yapped incessantly, demanding I sit and tell their story. After a month or two of being woken up with harsh whispers, I started writing. They haven't stopped, and in fact, brought friends. Now my head is filled with stories, scenes, snippets and crazy people.
Cue Law and Order music here: dun, dun. These are their stories. I write with emotion, occasionally a temper and I let my words flow free. I dabble in paranormal, contemporary romance, erotic fiction and darker urban fantasy. Oh, and hey... I'm a Virgo.

BLURB:

Cordelia Kelly is running from her past and her destiny. She is a dual-natured empath – meaning she is receptive to the emotional aura, positive and negative, of those around her. Cordelia struggles to create harmony between the light and dark sides of her existence. She's also an elemental, but her inherent powers are slowly manifesting with age and time. The scales of good versus evil are tilting in the wrong the direction. Will she succumb or evolve to fulfill her destiny?

Sol Winterborn is not your typical hero, if anything he’s an anti-hero. Moral indecision riddle his path to redemption, but the undeniable truth he holds onto is his search for his lighthouse – his soul mate. When fate throws Cordelia in his path, he's unprepared but can't stay away. Her siren call sings a song he can't ignore. He sees in her a kindred spirit, and possibly the one he’s searched long nights to find. Will Cordelia be the key to unlock his heart, and when his own dark past catches up with him, will he risk his life for love?

EXCERPT:

I unzipped his jeans and lowered both them and his boxers over his hips, exposing his throbbing hard cock. The plump head full and ripe, ready for whatever I had in mind. He arched, sending his cock high in the air and toward my face. Zach was consumed by lust, emotions, and my scent.

“Please,” he whispered.

My hand surrounded his shaft as I pumped up and down, listening to him groan, and fighting the urge to mount and ride him hard, fast, and dirty. The silk of my shirt caressed my nipples, teasing me further. My hips rotated and swayed from side to side, my inner thighs rubbed my pulsing clit, and I moaned as I attempted to assuage the deep ache on my own.

The sweet taste of banana cream flowed down my throat as I inhaled the primal desires of lust.

A sharp crack sounded in the steamy, spinning room, and then a painful sting rent its way through my body. I turned my head, and there was Sol, kneeling behind my naked ass with his hand up and eyebrow raised.

“If you needed something, you could have asked,” he said in a smooth, even tone. I couldn’t tell if he was turned on, irritated, angry, or jealous. Maybe he was none of those things. I mean, who was I to him? And what did it matter who I screwed?

I tried to clear my throat on a hasty rebuttal, but my voice seemed lost, and suddenly, I deflated. A mess of emotions slid over my usually tough skin, and I started trembling. Then I realized I must have let my shields down when I’d fallen asleep, so sure Sol would keep me safe. The hazy spell I was under dissipated, leaving me bereft. The darker side retreated back into the holes of me, and I lay vulnerable and exposed to all the emotional energy around me.

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Where to find E R Pierce and her fabulous stories:

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LAST TRAIN HOME GIVEAWAY

Yours for the taking... a brand new copy of my first m/f erotic romance short... Last Train Home...

All you have to do is tell me your strangest encounter on a train, along with your email, and my glamorous assistant will pick a name out of the hat on Weds 12 June - good luck!

And here is a little teaser to whet your appetite...

BLURB:

Casual hook-ups are not Katherine's usual modus operandi. She's level headed, confident and definitely not into throwing caution, and her knickers, to the wind.

However, when the last train becomes the stranded in a pitch black tunnel train, she finds herself alone in the dark with a gorgeous stranger, who makes her an offer she ought to, but can't refuse.

EXCERPT:

Jesus, get a grip, Kathy. Anyone would think you'd never seen a hottie before.

That in itself was true; but there was hot and then there was the man sitting across the carriage. Tall, very tall, she'd noticed that when he'd all but fallen onto the train. From the furtive glances she found herself unable to stop taking, she discovered he had dark, brooding eyes, aquiline nose and stubble shadowing his square jaw. His chiselled features could have made him appear hard, if it weren't for his lips. She risked another peak from beneath her lashes. They were full, pouty and looked so soft, for a split-second she wondered how they would feel on her skin. Along with how his black hair would look in contrast with her pale flesh as he slid his tongue down her belly and— Katherine Russell what on earth are you doing? Do you need me to remind you you're a nice girl?

No—she didn't need reminding, but the frisson of excitement sliding down her spine when he turned his dark gaze away from the window and onto her, suggested a bit of a nudge might be a good idea. Of course, if he'd stop sending her toe-curling glances, that would probably help.

How long has it been since we saw any action that didn't involve alcohol wipes or, God forbid, the replacement of triple A's at pivotal moments?

Katherine's cheeks flushed with warmth at the memory. That was definitely one of her lower points, but she hadn't quite hit rock bottom yet. She still had some dignity—didn't she? Trying to tune out the hysterical laughter of her inner Katherine, she gazed out of the window at the dark rushing by. What else did she expect to see? They were on the Central line for Pete's sake. For the next fifty minutes the only scenery she was going to get were black walls and lines of electric cable. She sighed heavily, well used to the joys of being a London commuter, and settled back against headrest.

"I feel like I should introduce myself."

Of course his voice is rich, deep and warm enough to melt butter. What else would it be?

Katherine swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat and turned her head in his direction. "I'm sorry?" Jesus, Katherine, now he'll think you're the village idiot.

Tall, dark and oops I think my knickers just caught fire, smiled widely, revealing an adorable dimple in his left cheek. "It feels kind of impolite to sit here and not say anything when we're the only ones here." He leaned across the small gangway between the seats and held out his hand. "I'm CJ."

American—Texas by the sound of it—she'd seen enough Dallas re-runs to recognize the sexy drawl. "Katherine," she replied, shaking his hand and snatching back her fingers at the tiny electric shock she received from his.

"Good to meet you, Katherine. Pretty name, for a pretty lady."

Katherine huffed out a polite laugh and turned her gaze back to the window. Good grief.

"I'm sorry, that was a really crappy line."

Katherine smiled and admitted, "Worse than some, not as bad as others; but yeah, it was right up there with 'Get your coat, love, you've pulled'."

"Really? British guys actually use that one?" CJ looked aghast at the very notion.

"They still drag it out every once in a while," Katherine's lips twitched in amusement at his expression. "But I can't imagine their success rate is very high."

"Jeez, and I thought us Yanks were corny as hell."

"Nope, we have a healthy market for cheese over here, too." Katherine blushed again as he threw back his head and guffawed at her attempt at humour. Which was pleasing, because not everyone appreciated her dryness. Not to mention the sound unfurled a ball of heat in the pit of her stomach. Heat that warmed her cheeks and sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, making her involuntarily fidget in her seat.

"So," CJ said softly. "What's the customary subject for two strangers meeting on a train? This is a first for me. In Dallas the chances of you getting an empty car on the subway is harder than winning the lottery."

Katherine shifted position slightly so she was half turned towards him and crossed her legs, thanking God she was wearing her last pair of un-laddered hold ups, and her new dark purple suit. "Hmmm…," she murmured, as if she were in deep consideration over his question. "To be honest, I have no idea. Whenever anyone says strangers on a train to me all I can think of is the old Alfred Hitchcock classic, and I'm sure that's not what you meant. Unless you have someone you want me to kill, of course."

"Not that I can think of right now," CJ replied with another chuckle, shifting his position to mirror hers she was pleased to note. "Although my landlord still hasn't fixed the hot water yet, so I could change my mind when I'm naked under a freezing shower later."

Katherine tried not to dribble at the thought of a naked CJ under cascading water, whatever the temperature, and couldn't help squeezing her thighs together. The movement sent a pulse of delicious sensation straight to her pussy, curling her toes in her shoes.

Who the hell is this guy? She hadn't been so instantly affected by a man since Darryl, and we all know how that ended. Heat was all well and good for the then and there, but when the fire burned out, all you were left with was a pile of ashes, three pairs of crotch-less knickers and some pink furry handcuffs.

 

SINFUL SUNDAY

Sunday, Sunday, we all know the song, right?

Now imagine for one moment the rugrats are spending the weekend with your parents and you and your man are alone... completely alone, for the first time since what feels like God was a boy.

All of a sudden, Sunday has gone from the day you spend in the kitchen cooking the massive roast your mother-in-law has trained him to expect (even if you've never quite managed to get it as good as hers), to the chance to do more in bed than read the same chapter over and over again as you struggle to stay awake.

You roll over, slide your hand across his chest and flutter your eyelashes in what you hope is a seductive manner. He smiles, that little curve of the lips meant just for you, sending a tingle of anticipation down your spine and lower (thank God... you'd thought it had closed up!) He kisses you and curves his hand around the swell of your arse and you're already doing the Snoopy dance in your head because this is it! Uninterrupted sex, all day re-exploring each other. You wait for those delicious fingers to continue their journey and that's where the dream comes crashing down around your ears... He slaps your arse and says:

"Let's go to Homebase."

What do you do? Admit that part of you is now tingling at the thought of shopping for the perfect colour for the kitchen--and you've been waiting for him to get off his arse and do something about that God awful terracotta on the walls since you moved in four years ago? Or do you slap him up side the head and proceed to shag the poor man senseless, making sure you leave teethmarks on him for even suggesting a trip to the DIY store when there is no one else in the house but the two of you?

So tell me... what would you do?