Sunday, February 3, 2013

Birthday Bash Day 3:Shyla Colt: Vixen Claimed

Ok, day, 3 and another contest!!! To enter, comment below and please, PLEASE don't forget to leave your email. Or you won't win. Without further delay please welcome Shyla Colt with a post about her latest Evernight Pub release. And after that: my review of Vixen Claimed!

A pin-up model , a Brit and a mechanic. It sounds like a punch line to a joke but it's the start to the first story in my series of novellas , VintageVixens.  Devlin, Claire, Judy, and Dahlia aren’t your average heroines. Tattooed with attitudes, and sass, these best friends have unique journeys on their way to love.  In Vixen Claimed we explore Devlin’s story.


When Devlin's car breaks down on a stretch of empty highway, with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A moonlight stroll to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face with the first man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love.

Jace has spent the past six years furious at Devlin for a rejection she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both straight and allows a chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a very special request, that they include his best friend.

Plagued by sexual impotency after being in a wheel chair after a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and disinterested in the opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop unexpectedly changes all of that. Problem is she's his best friend's ex.



“You know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in his head.”
“No I am—very attracted.”
He pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment took her breath and she pulled away.
“I second that, dear.”
“I want to do it again.”
Their lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes popped open to see Jace kneeling between them.
“Don’t stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was constricted. Tease. All thoughts were obliterated by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as Tristan worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole. Tristan pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast through her bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician with a guitar.
“This needs to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking, hissing when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples, making them pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep into her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered.
“Damn, you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.
“Yes,” she said, her voice strained and low.
“Look at how wet she is for us, Trist.”
She opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.
“You smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said.
“Have a taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the spot. Once minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of soda and Mentos.
“Holy shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said.
He rubbed her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in spurts. A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she opened her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced her with his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go as Jace flicked her sensitive clit.
“We want you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give him a little taste.”
“Oh God.” A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she detonated.
“Tristan!” She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was. A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again. Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a doll.
“Catch your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s voice tightened something low in her stomach.
“I-I can’t,” she huffed.
 “You can and you will,” Jace whispered from his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders, whispering in her ear.
“I want to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek-a-boo in her vision with each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar flowed from her center. Maybe I can do this again.
“I can feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?” Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man become the pied piper of dick?
“Shit, yes.”
“Oooh, you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.”
“Keep talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can be.”
“Mhmm, is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show our girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her heart soar.
“You ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.
She crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as she shimmied down to his base.
“You feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve endings as she bounced up and down on his cock.

Vixen claimed release on Jan. 18th  and can be bought at Evernight Publishing , Amazon, All Romance  E Reader, and Book strand.

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4 Stars

This is a new hot story by Shyla Colt. I love the whole pin up girl culture so I was excited to read this one. It did not disappoint. This story has it all! We get unrequited love, hot guys with accents and interfering families. Throw in a bit of the tortured hero, smoking hot sex and a misunderstanding that shaped two of the characters futures, and you have a story that keeps your interest and raises your temperature. I was interested from page one. I had intended to just read a couple pages before bed, but my interest was hooked!  I devoured this story that night and fell A LOT in love with Tristan. I mean who need sleep when you are reading about a smoking hot man with an English accent (my weakness)?

This is the first in a new series of short stories in Evernight Publishing’s Romance To Go line by Ms. Colt. She is fast becoming one of my automatic read authors. The series is called Vintage Vixens. I can’t wait for the next one in this series to come out. Thank you Shyla for coming out and joining my Birthday Bash to celebrate my birthday month!  

*Now for the giveaway:  Answer this question in the comments and leave your email for a chance to win a copy of this book. 

Do you prefer a hometown hottie or do you like your heroes with an accent?



  1. I LOVE and i mean LOVE a guy with a scottish accent..especially when he is drop dead gorgeous!! This book sounds like it will be a great read and a HOT one too! LOVE the excerpt and thanks again for this chance!

    1. Glad i'm not the only one who swoons over accents! There' just something so delicious about it.

  2. oh I'm all for the accent! There is just something that will just melt your knees just hearing it! The book sounds wonderful, I look forward to reading it!

  3. I have to choose???? Both!! I married a man with a southern accent, but accent or not, I would have married him!

    1. Oooh Southern Men have an appeal too! Such sweet words about your Mr.! I love it.

  4. I am partial to dark-haired, light-eyed heroes with French accents. French is known as the language of love, and, in my opinion, is one of the hottest accents in the world.

    1. Ashylynne. I'm totally there with you on light eyes and dark hair. I once had a heroine who was hald french and i had so much fun researching the language.

  5. Thank you so much for having me over! I'm ecstatic you liked the book. <3

  6. Accent guy is it for me! This looks like a great book. the excerpt just about caught my panties on fire:)

  7. Although I have never dated/been with a guy with an accent, I LOVE THEM! My senior year in HS, I became friends with this wonderful, blonde guy from Australia! The accent was just heavenly plus he would sing me Def Leppard songs, LOL (we were both huge fans) I love guys with accents, weather Aussie, Scottish, Spanish, Italian, etc :)
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  8. Winner has been chosen and notified. Thanks guys.