You always wanted to know how the vibrator was invented, right? Watch Hysteria and find out. Based on true events, this movie tells the story of a man, Dr. Mortimer Granville, who goes to work assisting Dr. Dalrymple treating women for Hysteria. Apparently, by inducing what they call "paroxysmal convulsions," the women are cured of this dreadful disease. Uh, dude, you're giving the ladies orgasms. Which, as the heroine Charlotte says, wouldn't be necessary if men knew how to make proper love to a woman. Got to love Charlotte. So yes, medically necessary orgasms. And the doctors wonder why their practice is busy.
So busy, that poor Mortimer ends up with hand cramps and must find another way to do his work. His inventor friend has developed an electric feather duster, and Mortimer finds a way to modify that. In the midst of all this, Mortimer also has a love interest in Dr. Dalrymple's proper daughter, Emily, but finds himself drawn to her more outspoken sibling, Charlotte.
This movie takes place in London around 1880, one of my favorite time periods. It addresses what was going on with the poor, with women and children, and with medicine. It's a cute, mostly light-hearted film with only a few heavy scenes, so order it for a relaxing date night. Oh, be sure to watch the closing credits, to see the different models of various vibrators over the years. We've come a long way, baby!
Sexy wolf shifters. I'm all about that! Welcome my fellow Liquid Silver author and paranormal writer Skye Jones to my blog.
Claimed by Desire
Book two of Skye Jones hot new Wild Hunters series. Claimed by Desire gives us sexy wolf shifter, Dylan's story.
*Although part of a series it can be read as a standalone*
Dylan Roberts returns to the Wales of his birth a changed man after the violent death of his mate. Having turned his back on being a bounty hunter and sworn off love for life, all he wants now is revenge.
When he meets Aeron Lombardo, his new farmhand, Dylan resents the intense attraction that blossoms between them. But Aeron won’t stop pushing and soon things take a hot and sexy turn.
As passions rise, danger rears its ugly head. Now Dylan and Aeron must choose whether to separate or commit to one another totally. Will Dylan take the final step and claim his new mate?
Not knowing what else to do, Aeron waited until they’d turned the corner, and then flagged down the first passing cab. His stomach hurt. He figured he’d been winded, but in all likelihood not seriously injured in any way. The pain wasn’t any worse than the fights he used to get into at school. It could have been bad, but the crowd got rid of them before it turned ugly. As the cab slowed down to a stop, he leaned down to the window and gave his address.
“You’re not getting in my cab, bleeding all over the place. Been fighting and drinking, eh? Sorry, but I don’t need the hassle.” The driver wound his window up and drove off.
Bleeding? Aeron touched his hand to his face. His lips and mouth were dry, but as he moved his fingers up toward his eyebrow he felt sticky liquid and cursed as he pulled his hand away. The tips of his fingers were covered in blood.
Another cab crawled by, and he tried his luck again, only to get the same result. He’d two options: give in and call the police, spend hours giving a statement and waiting around in Accident and Emergency, or get the night bus. Neither of which appealed. With the way his luck ran this evening, the driver might not let him aboard. Or the same men might be on the bus, ready for round two.
He scrolled through the contacts in his phone and called David twice, but he didn’t pick up. He tried Sasha, but no luck there either. They were probably somewhere too noisy to hear him call.
Next he tried Rhys but again got no answer. Fuck, his body ached! He needed to get home and lie down. Should he call Dylan? His boss would probably come pick him up, if at home. But might he blame him for fighting? Then again, he’d helped patch up Dylan
only last week with his mysterious ‘I fell on some glass, honest’ routine.
Nausea started to swirl in his belly and the earth tilted on its axis. Great! He didn’t need to be adding puking to the mix. Desperate, he dialed Dylan, his fingers shaking. The phone picked up on the third ring.
“Dylan?” His voice wobbled as he spoke.
“Yes. Who is this?”
“Me. Sorry, Aeron. I’ve been…in an accident. I’m in Llandudno. Can you come and get me? I don’t want to go to the hospital.” He almost laughed at the way his pleas mirrored those of Dylan’s from a few days ago.
“Where are you?”
“Yep, I got as much, but where exactly?” The curt, no nonsense reply helped him focus.
He turned to the hotel and looked up. “I’m outside The Royal. Park up on the seafront, near the corner with the Marks and Spencer’s, and call me. I’ll come out. I’m going to sit in the hotel bar and wait, so I’ll be safe.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
He hung up. He didn’t stop to think until he sat in the soft chairs of The Royal Hotel. When he did, he started to freak out. Why the hell did he think it a good idea to call Dylan? What possessed him to ring his boss to come get him all beat up on a Saturday night?
But he’d not known who the hell else to call. And as he sat and thought, he realized something else. Dylan had never hesitated, not once.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Claimed-Desire-Wild-Hunters-Book-ebook/dp/B0104X9COC/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1437309202&sr=8-3&keywords=skye+jones
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Claimed-Desire-Wild-Hunters-Book-ebook/dp/B0104X9COC/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1437309322&sr=8-4&keywords=skye+jones
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About the author:
Skye Jones is an erotic romance author who writes about that moment when lust and love meet head on. Stalk her on Facebook here: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Skye-Jones/297399473794965?ref=bookmarks
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Guard Dog by Sabrina York
A scorching sequel to Stone Hard SEALs
Mason Steele expected to be a SEAL until the day he died. And he was. A pity they revived him. Now he’s been mustered out of the Navy and his life seems wholly unsatisfying. He misses the action; he misses the camaraderie; he misses being able to use his tightly-honed skills. He’s lucky to have snagged this job with GAPS—the Guardian Angel Protective Services—it provides some hope for his future. But the last thing he wants to do is babysit a spoiled heiress who is obsessed with the color of her nail polish and carries a Chihuahua in her purse.
But there’s more to Pansy Hightower than can be seen at first glance. She’s smart, sassy and determined to save the business her late mother built. She resents having a guard dog and does what she can to lose her muscular shadow. But when it becomes clear that someone is targeting her—perhaps for the same kind of fatal “accident” that befell her mother, she decides having the 240 pound SEAL with killer instincts and lethal hands at her back might be a good idea after all.
Until they share a kiss, that is. Until those lethal hands prove they have other talents as well. Talents that leave her breathless and wanting and weak. The last thing either of them wants is a relationship, but the scorching passion between them cannot be denied…even though it will undoubtedly spell disaster for them both.
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“All right then.” Pansy’s surprisingly chipper voice cut through his dismal mood. It had been mortifying admitting his weakness, his failure, especially to her. It was something of a relief that she didn’t seem to understand the deep implications of his confession.
He dared a glance at her. Even bedraggled and tattered as she was, he wanted her. She shot him a bright smile. It made him glower. “All right then, what?” he muttered.
“All right, then. You’ll do.”
You’ll do? You’ll do? Irritation riffled through him. When she tipped her head and her ponytail swung, his ire blossomed.
“But I don’t know about the others.”
“The others are excellent.” He wasn’t sure why he was arguing with her. He wanted this job. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to keep her safe. And for some reason, thought of some other dude, even one of his brothers in arms, stepping into the duty rankled.
“But I don’t know them.”
“We’ll arrange a meet.” It was standard procedure…when they weren’t on a covert job.
She put out a lip. God he wanted to suckle it. Maybe it would be better if someone else took over. He was far too attracted to her to keep a clear mind. “But I want you,” she said.
Again, her words made something hard and needy sizzle through his bowels. He knew what she meant. He knew she was talking about her protection and not some scalding, savage coupling in the big bed in the next room that was far too close to be successfully ignored.
It was a testament to his delusional state that all he could think about was sex. All he could think about was stripping her naked and taking her here and now. That she wanted it as much as he did.
He imagined he could smell her arousal in the air, which was ridiculous.
A woman like her and a guy like him?
Yeah. Nucking futs.
“No worries. I’ll be on your team. But we’ll have at least three others.” Two on days and two on nights. Although, if he had his way, she wouldn’t be going out again. Certainly not to clubs where he couldn’t guarantee her safety. On that note, he fixed her with a dark look. “We need to talk about security. You’re going to have to make some lifestyle changes until this threat is contained.”
“Like going out in public.”
“I have a business to run.”
“Is that what they call it? Partying all night with entitled socialites like Monique Dupree?” He didn’t mean to snarl it as he did. But it hardly mattered. She was utterly unaffected by his ferocity.
“Those entitled socialites are my customer base. More than that. They are my influencers.”
He had no idea what that meant. “Too many people. Too many blind spots. We need to keep you in controllable environments.” Like this hotel. Like this suite. That bed…
Again with the pouting lip. God. It was driving him crazy.
With a grunt, he pushed to his feet—ignoring the sharp string of yips this elicited from Ratacus—and prowled to the wall of windows, pulling back the curtains and peering out at the night in a pretense of assessing any potential hazards. Her suite was on the thirtieth floor. Doubtful anyone would enter from the balcony. Still, he checked the lock on the door. Probably wouldn’t hurt to install a door brace on the front door. He strode back to the foyer and jiggled the handle. Yeah, definitely a brace. He made a mental note of other upgrades the suite needed, of the things he needed to check. First order of business was to sweep for any bugs and check for hidden cameras.
He glanced over at Pansy and immediately revised his priorities. She was leaning back with her head resting on the sofa, her eyes closed. Her face was a cameo of perfection, but it was wreathed in exhaustion. First order of business was to get her to bed.
Lust lanced him.
No. Get her in bed.
So she could sleep.
His gaze skated over her and he took in the rips in her dress, the scrapes on her legs and the dirt smudging her cheek. He should have tended to her wounds right off the bat. He should have seen to her comfort. He should have--
An ominous clicking sound and a sudden riffle of movement near his ankles captured his attention and he glanced down.
Lola, in her pink tutu glared up at him, her lip curled over impressively pointy teeth. Mason tipped his head to the side and met her challenging gaze with one of his own. It said: Really? Whatcha gonna do, Ratacus?
He probably shouldn’t have.
She lifted her leg.
And peed on his boots.
“Son of a bitch.” He didn’t mean to boom as he leaped back, but he did. Pansy shot up, her eyes wide. “What?” she cried. “What is it?”
He shot her a contrite look. “Your dog peed on my boots.”
“She does that.” Pansy huffed a sigh and headed for the powder room to grab a hand towel. “One of the reasons I don’t date.” She knelt before him and mopped up the puddle.
He should have stooped to help her, but honestly, he couldn’t. He couldn’t move to save his life. Because there she was, kneeling before him, with her head so close…
A scintillating thought, a captivating vision, a scalding need rose like the hydra. That, and a lowering realization.
He was a pervert. A goddamn pervert.
She was cleaning his fucking boots for God’s sake.
“You need a shower.”
Right. No idea why he blurted that.
Well, maybe one idea. He desperately needed her to stand. To move away, before he lost his mind and did something insane and necessary, like pull her closer.
She looked up at him. He forced himself to step away, he had to. Or his erection might have brushed her cheek.
And that would have been a disaster.
“Yeah. Um. You’re all banged up. We should get some antiseptic on those scrapes. Do you have a first aid kit?”
She said nothing so he glanced at her. That she was staring at his crotch sent a bolt of lightning through him. Her tongue peeped out and she lifted her gaze. He could have sworn he saw something simmering there. He tried mightily to ignore it.
Surely it wasn’t what he thought. Imagined. Ached for.
“Do you? Have a first aid kit?”
She shook her head. “I have no idea.” Nearly a whisper.
“I’ll call the concierge.” This was a penthouse suite. Surely there was a concierge. “Why don’t you go…um, clean up and I’ll call down for something.”
She stood slowly, holding his gaze. Something about her, her energy, her intensity, had shifted. It made him antsy. It made him restless. It made him hungry. She turned around—his heart sank—but then she said, softly, with a tentative quiver to her voice, “Could you unzip me?”
She peeped at him over her shoulder. Her eyes, so beautiful and blue, bore into his. “I can’t do it myself.”
He was certain she could. She was a grown woman. She’d been dressing—and undressing—herself for years. But he couldn’t refuse. Not when she asked so politely. “S-sure.” Hopefully she missed the stutter.
She could not have missed the fact that his fingers shook as he tried to grasp the tiny teardrop at the top of her zipper. Why the fuck did it have to be so tiny? It took forever for him to make the long journey down her spine, partly because the damn zipper kept catching and partly because he really wanted to savor the journey. As it advanced, more and more of her creamy skin was exposed. He wanted nothing more than to place his palm on her, to stroke her. To feel the heat of her skin against this.
But she’d asked him to unzip her. Not make a move.
It was a damn good thing he’d developed indomitable willpower as a SEAL. Denying himself things crucial to his being—air, water, food—was par for the course in their training.
This was by far the most difficult denial of all.
When he reached the bottom of the zipper, when a hint of a crease at the base of her spine was exposed, he stepped back. Though it cost him. “There,” he said.
Jesus, God. He was going to heaven for this.
He fucking better.
His restraint was nothing short of a penance.
But then…she shifted her shoulders and the scrap of material drifted to the floor. She shot another glance at him, something that was too much of an invitation to be misunderstood or misconstrued, and, wearing nothing but her skimpy bra and panties, padded into the bathroom.
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About Sabrina York
Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy to scorching romance. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Get updates and alerts from Sabrina here: HotSheet Sign Up.
Sabrina’s Military Romance Titles!
Stone Hard SEALs (Action-Packed Military Romance Duet)
Sterling’s Seduction (Elite Metal Collection)
Tarnished Honor (The Incomparables: Heroes of Waterloo)
Whipped—in the WTRAFSOG Collection #8
Recent release from Sabrina York
Heartbreak on a Stick (Contemporary Romance)
The Real McCoy—in the Cowboy 12 Pack
Come Hell or High Water—12 Alarm Cowboys
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