WINNER

WOOT! The two winners for an ebook of the winners choice are JEAN MP and Angela L!

 I'll be contacting you two shortly.

 I used the ever awesome Random.org to decide the fate of 29 contestants.

 I want to thank EVERY one for participating. It was awesome. You all have the same warped sense of humor as I do, which I LOVE to see.

 To paraphrase the words of Chazz Michael Michael in Blades of Glory "It's mind bottling."

 Jean MP 
Angela L
Laurie
Jaime A
Froggy
Vanessa N
Cheeree C
RileKat
Urb
 Lola
BookAttict
 Meghan
Julianne K
Booklover1335
Books4Me
 June M
Wake Angel
Jessie L
Mer
CBarton
VampedChik
Jeanette P
Kaylyn D
KrysKat
Chrystina W
Sheri V
Susan MP
Laura T
Ashley A

Timestamp: 2013-03-25 14:59:12 UTC

Cocks & Shamrocks Blog Hop

OOPS I forgot to mention, if you want a chance to win my prize (read down further for what it is) then leave a comment and tell me what your favorite comedy is.

WOOT!

Check out Ted the official mascot for the Big Cocks and Shamrocks Giveaway Hop! Isn't he handsome.

The Cabal of Hotness (Which I'm a member of) having been cooking up this hop with Close Encounters with the Night Kind & Read Between the Lines for some time.

And now it's here. Double WOOT!

The Cabal was formed at Romanticon 2012, though I wasn't there in person, I was in spirit and was suckered  asked to join in on the awesome Fondled & Gobbled Anthologies.

And the rest they say is history.

The Cabal is offering a NICE grand prize. It's a Naughty Basket full of fun and includes:

It is called a Basket Full of Naughty. It contains the following in a Cabal of Hotness tote:

The items:
- tickler/flogger (one on each end)
- penis-shaped sour candies
- flask that reads "girls with class don't need a glass"
- g-spot vibe
- oral sex "essentials" kit
- glow in the dark erotic dice

We'll also include a $30 gift card and a Cabal of Hotness t-shirt. 

And for coming to my blog in the hop I'm offering TWO prizes because some how I ended up on the linky list twice.

Two lucky winners at the end of the hop will an ebook of their choice from my backlist which can be found here.

So go. Hop. Have fun and be sure to check out Fondled & Gobbled.

If you like Wolves be sure to grab a copy of Going Back for Seconds which has my story Wild Wolf at Midnight.

Here's a little snippet to whet your appetite and it's for over 18 only. So if you're underage, shoo!

I removed my silk blouse and undid my bra, releasing the kraken of my heaving bosom.

“Mmmmrategrrr,” he said in a burst of growling, but it sounded like a mixture of Scooby Doo and one of those bad America’s Funniest Home Videos where people claim their dogs can talk. Wulfe was trying to talk despite his mutism. Apparently my breasts have some sort of healing power.

“Grrrr.” He began to unbuckle his belt and undo the button on his fly. I noticed the bulge then and my mouth went dry.

“Grrrr, yourself.”

His pants dropped to the floor and my breath caught in my throat.

Ding, ding, ding! Jackpot!

However, my sensible side whispered, that’s going to hurt. See what you’ve got yourself into?

Wulfe’s cock was thick, long and standing straight up. The head, with a glistening bead of pre-cum, rested against his abs. You could grate cheese on his abs, though I’d never really liked that comparison. I really didn’t want to think about cheese at the moment, although I could picture him smothered in Cheese Whiz and the only way to save him was to lick it off.

A zing of anticipation shot through me.

He growled again and motioned vehemently to my pants. From his gestures I could guesstimate I was to remove my trousers, toot suite, or they were going to be torn from my body. I sat up and undid the buttons and realized I’d forgotten one crucial piece to my preparations. I was wearing my Spanx, the woman’s underwear equivalent to the Hoover Dam. I should’ve removed them before, that way the rolls would’ve settled naturally and the impression marks from the seams might’ve faded somewhat.

If he removed them now my imperfections would erupt from the confines of my undies like a tsunami of my pasty white skin.

And that was not flattering or sexy in the least.

“Fuck,” I cursed. I leaned over to protect my secret and headbutted Wulfe, hard, in the junk.

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