#BookSpotlight Filthy Marcellos: Lucian @BethanyKris #Erotic #Suspense

Filthy Marcellos: Lucian
Book One in the Filthy Marcellos Trilogy
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Organized Crime, Suspense
Length: 98k, full length
Release Date: February 2nd, 2015
Blurb:

Lucian Marcello is aware of the expectations following him as the oldest son of one of North America’s most infamous Cosa Nostra Dons. Family in his world is more than blood and sharing a last name. It’s the honor, respect, business, and the life. Being a Capo is just a stepping stone until it’s time for him to take on the role of underboss but a chance meeting with her could be the one thing he’d risk it all for.

She is exactly what he didn’t know he was looking for.

Jordyn Reese spends her time trying to stay under the radar of a man who wouldn’t think twice about killing her. Unwillingly affiliated with a dangerous MC gang, her life is dominated by the men surrounding her and her future rests solely in how useful she can be for them. The last thing she needs is some Mafioso gaining her more unwanted attention from the club.

He is everything she should stay away from but can’t.

Notoriously violent when it comes to getting what he wants, Lucian will stop at nothing to make the target on Jordyn’s back disappear. But sometimes the worst threats are the ones you can’t see until it’s too late. The truth behind Lucian’s history is about to take center stage in more ways than one, and it’ll either save him … or kill him.

This world leaves everyone a little filthy.

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BOOK EXCERPT

Out of the corners of his eyes, Lucian did see part of her bare shoulder and the black curls hiding her face, though. It wasn’t so much the amount of flesh she was showing as it was the peeks of what looked like a cherry blossom tattoo crawling over her shoulder and dipping down her back where it disappeared from his sight.

“Hello, guys. I’m Jordyn. I’ll be serving you tonight, or something close to it. What’ll it be?”

The sultry tone of her voice was something Lucian and his body noticed the moment she spoke. It was almost like a mixture of innocence and experience, if that were possible. She didn’t sound entirely bored, but she didn’t sound like she was in it to win it with her job, either.

Dante looked to his father, his earlier comment about not consuming the drinks being silently said again. Antony must have took note.

“A bottle of Jack, unopened. Four—” Antony stopped up short, his lips tugging down into a frown as he passed a glance towards Gio. The youngest brother certainly didn’t need to be drinking tonight. “Make that three glasses. We’ll pour.”

Leaning forward was the worst mistake Lucian made since waking up that day. He certainly hadn’t expected to see her again. At least not in a place like this. She was on his mind all damned week, those eyes of hers, cream-like flesh, and a mouth that just at the sight alone, make his own water.

What’d she call herself? Jordyn, was it?

Merda.

Shit was right—he was in so much of it.

Suddenly, Lucian was not in the zone like he needed to be.

He was so incredibly fucked.

Also, Lucian realized he was right about his first assumption when he thought she had ink under her dress that day at the confessional box. Cherry blossoms started somewhere beneath the lace and leather bottoms she wore and trailed up over her side, before crossing over her left breast which was also covered by nothing but a lace and leather brassiere, and then curved over her shoulder.

There was another tattoo, too, but in the darkness, Lucian couldn’t read the scripted words.

Strangely, the immediate rush of possessiveness that flooded his veins surprised him. She was still so beautiful, like crazy. The more skin his gaze crawled over, the tighter his pants became. Lucian caught himself wondering what those blossoms would taste like under his tongue.

Yeah, he was not where he needed to be. This unknown woman knocked him off kilter and she probably didn’t even know it. What was wrong with him?

Unfortunately, his father seemed to realize his son’s abrupt change in posture and mood. “Lucian?”

At the sound of his name, the girl’s—Jordyn, he reminded himself—eyes flashed to meet his in the corner, those dark lashes of hers blinking rapidly like she also didn’t believe what she was seeing. Lucian swallowed the thickness building in his throat. Thankfully, Jordyn didn’t act like they had ever met or seen one another before. She simply went on doing her own business.

“Unopened bottle of Jack and three glasses. Anything else?” she asked, avoiding Lucian’s piercing gaze.

“Yes,” Antony said, still watching Lucian closely. “The owner is Ron Daney, correct?”

Jordyn stood a little stiffer, her shoulders squaring. “I beg your pardon?”

“The owner is Ron Daney, Vice President of the Brooklyn chapter of The Sons of Hell,” Lucian said gruffly, trying to swallow back the huskiness forming. “We’re not ATF or the feds, let’s just be clear on that, sweetheart. Ron, he’s in tonight, yes?”

Jordyn nodded warily. “Always is.”

“Good,” Antony replied with a grin. “Send him a drink, whatever he likes. Do be sure to tell him it’s from a guest. Antony Marcello and his crew. Do not mistake my name when you tell him. Be sure to point me out so he sees me. Understood?”

“Got it.”

With that, the woman Lucian simply needed to glance at to turn his skin ablaze and his heart stuttering, was walking away.

She didn’t look back.

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BOOKS IN THE SERIES
Filthy Marcellos:

La Cosa Nostra is not just a choice of regime and routine, it’s a culture. Born as mafia royalty, the Marcello brothers were raised ingrained with the beliefs and rules of what it meant to be a Mafioso prince. It is for life. Their status is considered a given right. They will always be these people. They will always be Marcellos.

 

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Giovanni, Book Two

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Dante, Book Three

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 AUTHOR BIO

Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to three young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home. With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.Find her on Facebook, Twitter, her blog, Pinterest, Goodreads, or Amazon.

Top Ten Characters from The Essien Trilogy @KiruTaye #BookSeries

Meet the Essiens

The Essiens are the kings of African finance. A close family, their father is the patriarch of a finance dynasty that ranges from retail to investment banking spanning the African continent. Yet all is not as it seems as the three brothers—Felix, Mark and Tony—soon discover when their family is rocked by secrets and scandals.

FELIX: The oldest son of Chief Aloysius Essien. His mother died when he was a boy. Crashes his Bugatti Veyron on his wedding night and ends up in a coma. When he wakes, he cannot remember his arranged marriage. (Keeping Secrets)

EBONY: Visiting Nigeria after a failed relationship and is persuaded by Felix to wed him on a special arrangement. When her husband wakes seemingly a different man to whom she married, she can’t help wanting the new man. (Keeping Secrets)

MARK: Second son of Chief and half brother to Felix. Haunted by being the result of his mother, Angela’s affair with a married man (Chief) and being born out of wedlock. So when his affair with Faith results in a pregnancy, his determined not to repeat his father’s mistakes. (Making Scandal)

FAITH: Successful career woman. Member of her firm’s executive board. Haunted by her non-existent relationship with her father. Last thing on her mind is making a family. Until Mark and his baby. J (Making Scandal)

TONY: Last son of Chief and Angela. Not involved in the Essien’s finance empire. Movie producer. Rebel. Bad boy. Biker. When he sees Rita at a movie premiere after-party, he sees his next conquest. (Riding Rebel)

RITA: Recently lost her father and dealing with changes in family’s circumstances. Jumps at the chance to get her big career break when her boss offers her a chance. But when she meets Tony, she realises she’s in way over her head as Tony takes no prisoners. (Riding Rebel)

KOLA: Chief’s adopted son and head of security for the Essien Empire. Ex-military. Solid and dependable. Features in all 3 Essien Trilogy books. Gets his own spin-off book later in 2015.

FREDDIE: Personal bodyguard and Tony’s confidant. Tony sees him as much a brother as any of the Essien brothers. Get’s his own spin-off book.

CHIEF: Aloysius Essien. Patriarch to the Essien finance empire and family. Married twice. First wife was Margaret (Felix’s mother). Regrets his extramarital affair and subsequent death of first wife. Loves all his sons, including adoptive ones. Appears in all the books in the series.

ANGELA: Second wife to Chief and mother of Mark and Tony. Hung up on appearances and societal demands. While her sons indulge her sometimes, they have no problem shutting her down when she steps out of line. Feature in Making Scandal and Riding Rebel.

I can’t talk about this series without mentioning the series villain.

PETERSEN:  Kris Petersen had a vendetta against the Essien family and features in all 3 books. He can be mean and manipulative and will stop at nothing to break up the Essien family and get his way. His comeuppance comes from a source he least expects.

 

Title: Riding Rebel
Author: +Kiru Taye, Author
Series: The Essien Trilogy #3
Genre: Erotic, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Publication date: January 26, 2015
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Seen as the rebel Essien, Tony has always felt like an outsider. With a daredevil lifestyle, he’s more at home in leathers than in a suit, and more likely to be seen gracing the red carpets at a movie premiere with a starlet draped on his arms than in a boardroom. Still, he’s determined to prove himself to his family and build a successful movie business. Spotting Rita Dike at an event, he sees the potential star of his new movie and his next pleasure conquest.

Rita is a journalist looking for her big break. When she inherits the journal of her late best friend who claims Tony is not an Essien, she spots the perfect scoop. Her acting classes come in handy when she has to pose as an actress to get closer to Tony. Succumbing to the charms of dark and brooding Tony might just be the only way to get through the close ranks of the Essien family.

But as she gets closer to the truth, Rita risks losing the riding rebel who’s raided her heart. Can love heal hearts or will deceit break them?

Tagline: Love. Lust. Deceit

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EXCERPT

His grip on her arm tightened and he increased his pace as they headed across the polished marbled floor of the lobby to the lifts. She stumbled. He swivelled, grasped her shoulder, and pulled her into him to save her from falling over. He’d forgotten she was tottering on sky-high-heeled shoes. He really shouldn’t be such a bastard no matter how pissed off he was at the situation.

His panting breath mingled with hers, their faces only an inch apart. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered in a breathy voice, surprisingly subdued.

The urge to kiss her rose, watering his mouth. They stood in the middle of a busy lobby with prying eyes and mobile phone cameras. Tomorrow, their pictures would be splashed all over the Internet. It never bothered him when that happened. However Rita’s artless demeanour indicated she wasn’t used to the limelight. Something in him wanted to shield her from the exposure.

So he tamped down his desire and tilted her head up so she had to look into his eyes. Her soft, smooth skin felt warm and beautiful brown irises met his hesitantly. “I’m going to call the lift and go up to my room. It’s your choice if you want to come up or not.”

“What…” She sucked in a breath as if gathering strength to say what she needed. “What do you want from me?”

“I want to fuck you,” he said in low voice meant for her ears only.

Her lips parted, her breath hitched. The pulse on her neck thundered and her throat rippled as she swallowed. But she didn’t back away and her saucer-wide eyes turned molten brown with lust.

There. He had his answer. She wanted him. Would she let him fuck her? Because that’s what it would be. In his world, sex was about fucking. Wild, animalistic, unrestrained rutting. He would see to her pleasure again and again. Still, it wouldn’t be sweet and it wouldn’t be loving.

A lift opened and a man stepped out. Tony released her and walked into the lift.

Turning, he faced her. Enough game playing. She had to come to him of her own volition.

She stood there looking sexy as sin as she bit her bottom lip and her forehead puckered in a frown as if she wondered why he’d left her in the lobby.

“I’m not going to drag you into the lift, if that’s what you were expecting.” His fingers itched to do it, though. He didn’t want to contemplate that she would turn around and walk away. Yet he had to give her the opportunity. “You have to walk into this lift yourself if you want me.”

She glanced behind her and took a hesitant step backward.

His heart thundered. She was going to run. He held his breath and counted to ten to stop from stepping out and grabbing her arm. Instead, he jammed his finger into the door hold button and waited. Seconds ticked by that felt like hours. Sweat beaded his forehead.

She looked up and met his gaze. “Can you make the pain go away?”

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Top Ten Fact about The Good Sister #bookseries @LSJRomance #giveaway

TOP TEN FACTS for The Good Sister series

What do people have to say about The Good Sister Series?

  1. “A series you won’t soon forget.”
  2. “I adored the good sister part one, trinity’s story captivated me as soon as it started but this second part is totally different but impressive as well.”
  3. “Erotic, romantic, funny, sad and smexy! Words escape me on how great this is!”
  4. “Loved 1&2 a beautiful love story with a twist.”
  5. “The Good Sister – Part One is an astronomical piece of contemporary erotic romance that will suck you in from page one and hold you there long after you should’ve turned the lights out for the evening.”
  6. “The Good Sister – Part Two is the perfect ending to this erotic Cinderella story.”
  7. “The love between Lord Archer and Trinity is heartwarming.”
  8. “This two-part Cinderella story has a great ending to it.
  9. “The Good Sister: Part One – I am blown away by this book. I was drawn in from the beginning by this wounded girl and the man she fell for. It was a journey of the soul.”
  10. “The Good Sister: Part Two -Wow! I really loved this book just as much as the first part. Just as emotional and intense, it is the perfect continuation. Trinity continues to grow and mature. The love she shares with Ashton (Lord Archer) is soul wrenching.”

Title: The Good Sister: Part Two
Written by: London Saint James
Narrated by: Kitty Barclay
Length: 8 hrs and 52 mins
Unabridged Audiobook

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Trinity Lane Winslow stepped out of her fantasy world and into the real one on a quest to obtain the object of her desire—Reid Addison. The pursuit led her to the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau, the man she craved, and the debonair Lord Archer, the man who offered what she really longed for—love.

When Reid revealed his dark side, he knew he’d sealed his fate and pushed Trinity into the waiting arms of Lord Archer. Can he live with his decision?

Lord Archer would do anything for his beautiful Trinity, but is he strong enough to hold onto her with all that conspire against them?

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AUTHOR BIO
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

Web: http://www.londonsaintjames.com
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Another #sexy thriller from @ZeeMonodee #BookReview Before The Morning

BOOK REVIEW

If Amelia Jamison is the female Jason Bourne (see Walking The Edge) then Rayne Cheltham must be the female Ethan Hunt. Move over Ludlum and co, we have a new Spy Thriller author in town.

What I love about this fantastic and intriguing series by Zee Monodee is that she writes female characters that are both enviable and aspirational. These women kick ass. For real. They are tough and are not afraid to show it. In their line of business, the only way to be is tough.

Saying that, the men are by no means push overs. Ash is brilliant as a tortured hero. Just the way I love them. LOL. The romance between Ash and Rayne sizzles and trust me, you won’t be able to put this one down. The action is practically non-stop. You’d think you were watching a movie unfold. Just brilliant.

ABOUT THE BOOK

Title: Before The Morning
Author: +Zee Monodee
Series: Corpus Brides Book 2: The Prequel
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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BookBlurb

BtM1600x2400In this stand-alone prequel to the explosive Corpus Brides romantic suspense/espionage series, found out how everything started when one of the agency’s deadliest became the target of a rogue faction.

Before the morning

…is the time of greater darkness…

A trained killer with borderline sociopathic tendencies

Rayne Cheltham traced out her life’s path when she was twelve: she would marry her best friend and bear his children, and in the process, stifle the restless edge in her. When he vows never to marry, she gives in to the darkness and becomes a clandestine agent—until the day he walks into her world again, and her carefully fabricated façade crumbles.

A former cop burned by life and his personal demons

When Ash Gilfoy meets a woman who reminds him of his childhood best friend, he starts upon a path that leads him down into the abyss once again. The day Rayne waltzes back into his life, he knows she is his second chance, and the one who will save him.

Each thinks the other is their redemption…until they discover how deep darkness goes inside both of them

The secrets between them make them sit on a keg of gunpowder with a lit fuse in their hands. Rayne’s whole life is built on a lie, and the truth is threatening to explode in their faces. But that is not the only menace they have to face. Someone is out to get Rayne, and she must disclose her secret past before it is too late.

Can Rayne and Ash survive all that’s thrown in their path? Can they hang on to the last thread of their relationship, and can they emerge, still together and still alive, in the morning after the deepest darkness?

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BookExcerpt

Ash blinked. He had to be dreaming. Except that the metal band on his finger felt all too real—heavy, smooth, warm, and tight. He glanced at the ring, then at Rayne. It took two people to get married, and she must be the other half of the equation. He didn’t need to see the glinting, burnished piece of gold on her ring finger to put two and two together.

Except, here, two and two equalled a whole muck up of twisted shit. They were married? Since when? How? And worse, had they consummated the union?

He snorted softly. Who was he kidding? Of course they’d consummated their wedding. The only thing between him and Rayne lately amounted to sex, the strings of their friendship just pale, sketchy ghosts grappling for hold where none existed to be grappled.

As he raked his gaze over her, he caught sight of the deep red hickeys on her neck. The confirmation he sought. Damn. He clearly remembered lowering his head to kiss the unmarred column of her neck earlier during the evening when they’d stopped in front of the Bellagio to watch the play of the water fountains. These love bites had happened sometime between leaving the Vegas strip and him waking up with a headache, and he doubted they’d done the deed in public. They must’ve slept together once back at the house.

The pounding in his head intensified to a persistent throbbing against every square inch of his skull. Seeing this ring on his hand had relegated the pain to oblivion—he’d heard shock could do that to a person.

But, married? “What the hell is this, Rayne?”

His voice sounded flat, and cold. She blinked; her eyes then grew wide, and she parted her lips. He thought he saw the lower lip quiver. She brought her arms up, wrapped them around her in a protective hug.

“I…I knew you’d think we made a mistake.”

The shimmer of tears glimmered in her big, blue-grey eyes. Damn it, she wouldn’t cry, would she? Because of him? He’d just been curt with her, but he’d woken up to find out he’d gotten married. Try as he might, he couldn’t remember getting hitched, or even proposing, or agreeing, to marry her. Bloody hell—most men would’ve gone bat shit ballistic for less.

She gave a small hiccup and brought her hand up to rub her open palm against her nose. Bad signs—she would soon unleash the waterworks. Damn.

“Rayne…” He pulled himself up on the mattress, into a sitting position. Reaching out, he placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently. “Calm down. Just give me a minute here, okay?”

She nodded, let her arms drop to her sides and blinked hard a few times, as if to keep her tears in check.

“Tell me something,” he said as he released her. “Are we really married?”

She bit her lip, and nodded.

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ProfilePicAuthor, editor, smitten wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween boy, best-buddy stepmum to a teenage lad, bookaholic, lover of all things fluffy & pink, chronic shoeholic, incompetent housewife desperate to channel Nigella Lawson (and who’ll prolly always fail at making domestic goddess status)…

Zee hails from the multicultural, rainbow-nation island of Mauritius, in the southern Indian Ocean, where she grew up on the figurative fence—one side had her ancestors’ Indian and Muslim culture; the other had modernity and the global village. When one day she realised she could dip her toes into both sides without losing her integrity, she found her identity.

This quest for ‘finding your place’ is what she attempts to bring in all her stories, across all the genres she writes. Her heroines represent today’s women trying to reconcile love, life, & relationships in a melting pot of cultures, while her heroes are Alpha men who often get put back into their rightful place by the headstrong women she writes. Love is always a winner in her stories, though; that’s a given.

 

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Top Ten Playlist for A Wish Across Time by @CRMoss #sexy #PNR #Giveaway

Author C.R. Moss shares the Top Ten Playlist for A Wish Across Time by C.R. Moss in her  Paranormal, Time Travel, Erotic Romance, Raritan Manor Ranch book series…

Cassandra VanAlder encounters a man from her past…

10. Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar from the album, “In the Heat of the Night”
09. Over You by Ingrid Michaelson (feat. A Great Big World) from the album, “Lights Out”

Which brings up what happened back then…

08. I Just Died In Your Arms by Cutting Crew from the album, “Broadcast”
07. Wicked Game by Chris Isaak from the album, “Best of Chris Isaak”
06. Separate Way by Journey from the album, “Frontiers”
05. Why Should I Cry for You by Sting from the album, “The Soul Cages”

And now in the present…

04. Just Breathe by Addie Hamilton from the album, “Heavy Hitters Music”
03. Stay by Rihanna (Feat. Mikky Ekko) from the album, “Unapologetic”
02. That Was Yesterday by Foreigner from the album, “Agent Provocateur”
01. Disappear ‘Demo Version’ by Mikky Ekko. It’s a single.

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A woman in love. A ghost in need. A man possessed.

Evelyn Sheridan is in love with Raritan Manor Ranch’s resident ghost, Quinn, but can only experience his embrace in her dreams.

Quinn VanAlder, who doesn’t realize he’s a ghost, loves Eve and wishes she’d stop saying they can’t be together.

While at the ranch, Alex VanAlder arrives for a visit, and Evelyn’s hopes rise. Perhaps she will be able to have a real relationship after all. Alex, though, has no interest in Evelyn. Yet, every time the house cat, Myrddin, comes around, Alex feels like a man possessed and wants Eve with a passion.

Caught between loving a ghost and putting up with a man who can’t make up his mind, Evelyn is at a loss. Can the magic of the ranch help Evelyn to stop being caught between two worlds?

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400x600_journey across time_CRMossJourney Across Time – Raritan Manor Ranch 2
There is magic on the ranch.

A woman examining life. A man on a quest. Time restores his spirit and her love.

Trent, a man in the past on a mission to discover where he belongs, embarks on a spiritual journey. His spirit guide, to his dismay, is a frisky feline named Myrddin. During a ritual, the cat brings the soul searcher forward into Julie VanAlder’s world.

Julie is attracted to the newcomer on the ranch, but his strange mannerisms and speech dictate she use caution, especially when she learns where he’s from. A botched relationship, supposed time travel, spiritual mumbo jumbo…it’s almost too much for Julie to take.

Can Trent make her believe in destiny and win her love before it’s too late?

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400x600_awishacrosstime_crmossA Wish Across Time – Raritan Manor Ranch 3

A woman once shunned. A man now changed. There’s a thin line between love and hate.

When Wiccan practitioner Cassandra VanAlder encounters a man from her past who’d broken her heart, she casts some spells to help herself while wishing karma would deal out some payback. The spells turn against her, and before she knows it, she finds herself falling for him again.

Ryan Keene finds Cassandra enchanting and feels he’s met her somewhere before. She and her best friend, Debi, won’t give him any clues as to her identity. He loves challenges and doesn’t plan to back off from her until he finds the answers he seeks. He’s told he has three dates to win her over.

Will she close off her heart or will she allow herself to feel again?

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Adult Excerpt – A Wish Across Time by C.R. Moss

Moments later, he jerked out and away from her, then pulled her up from the floor. In a quick turn, he spun and thrust her back against the wall. His mouth claimed hers with unapologetic force. He fumbled with the fastens of her jeans, then when they were undone, tugged the material down her legs.

“Commando, huh?” Not letting her answer, he positioned his head between her legs and swept his tongue over her pussy.

Fleeting imaginings of her family and friends coming home and being welcomed by the sight of her and Ryan fucking at the foot of the stairs danced through her mind. If it happened, so be it. Getting caught only added to the heightened state of arousal she was already in.

His tongue and fingers stroked her. Her heartbeat sped up, as did her breathing. He seemed to have mastered the technique of cunnilingus if the way her nerves caught fire and flamed up from her pussy to the rest of her body were any indication. She panted. She clasped his head, ready to feel an orgasm rip through her body.

He stopped, stood, and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out his wallet, and from it, the all too familiar foil packet. Ryan held it up. “Yes?”

“Yes.” She nodded as well to emphasize the point.

In a few quick motions, he had himself sheathed and pressed up against her body. “You are one sexy lady. Anyone ever tell you that?”

She bobbed her head again and guided his cock into her pussy.

“Put your legs around me,” he demanded.

Supported by the wall and his hands on her ass, she wrapped one leg then the other around him and found the position to be quite enjoyable. Ryan pumped into her as he kissed and sucked her shoulder. She rode him, feeling the sexual energy build between them.

Her ex had never been so passionate. In fact, their lovemaking had been so normal and ordinary he never would have considered taking her up against a wall, and especially not in a location where they could get caught. It was nice being with a man who exuded confidence and gave into desire, even if it was Ryan.

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Journey Across Time

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C.R. Moss Bio

An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities.

More about C.R. Moss:

So what does she write? She writes stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. Writing as C.R. Moss gives her and her muses the freedom to explore worlds of possibilities when it comes to love. And where does the tag line “Love & Lust in the Wild West” fit in? Well, for one, she lives in NV. Two, her stories take place, either in part or in full, in and around the Las Vegas area. In fact, even this website sports “a look of home.” The background picture was taken in an area just a few miles west of Las Vegas and happens to be the inspiration for the setting of the Double D Ranch Tales saga.

She also has a passion for penning dark fiction. Writing under the name Casey Moss allows her to slate other stories under Horror ~ Paranormal ~ Suspense ~ Thriller ~ Urban Fantasy.  Visit: http://caseymossbooks.com/

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#Sexy, thrilling romance-Passion Shields Series @KiruTaye #Giveaway

PASSION SHIELDS SERIES by Kiru Taye

This is a multi-part series following the exploits of the sexy men and women of the Moss Star Security firm owned by Benjamin Moss and Christopher Star. We meet the lovers they possess, the clients they protect and travel internationally from London to Freetown, from Johannesburg to Los Angeles in sexy stories packed with sizzling secrets and thrilling suspense.

Contains: sexual situations, strong language and some violence.

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Top Ten Characters in the Passion Shields Series
BENJAMIN MOSS: co-owner of Moss-Star Security firm. Husband of Selina. South African, ex-mercenary. Main character in Scars, Secrets and Scores.

SELINA MOSS: deputy head pharmacists in a major London hospital. Wife of Benjamin. Came to live in London after the Sierra Leonean civil war. Main character in Scars, Secrets and Scores.

CHRISTOPHER STAR: co-owner of Moss-Star Security firm. Benjamin’s best friend. Single. From Chechnya. Main character in Shameless, coming soon.

KENNY CRUZ: Moss-Star team member. Benjamin’s friend. Owns a Bar Atlantic night club. Divorced. Ex-military. From Nigeria. Main character in Surrender, coming soon.

LORA CAMPBELL: Nurse. Selina’s best friend and former housemate. Works in the same hospital as Selina. Main character in Shameless, coming soon.

BEATRICE MOSS: Actress. Benjamin’s sister. Lives in South Africa but wants to move to the UK. Main character in Surrender, coming soon.

KAYA TEJAN-COLE: Selina’s brother. Student. Lives in Sierra Leone. Selina wants him to join her in the UK. Main character in Semper, coming soon.

JUAN ROBERTO: Moss-Star team member. Married to Noni. Main character in Sex Tape, in the 7 Sinful Secrets anthology.

NONI ROBERTO: Office Manager at Moss-Star. Married to Juan. Main character in Sex Tape, in the 7 Sinful Secrets anthology.

CASEY BRADSHAW: recently joined the Moss-Star team. Ex-military. Main character in Semper, coming soon.

scarsl1mScars (Passion Shields, book 1)
Blurb:
She clutches at control to cover her flaws. He wants to strip her bare because she’s beautiful.

Selina Moss hides a secret beneath her controlled happy exterior. Her body is covered in scars and she’s never revealed them to anyone. She’s not beautiful and she doesn’t want pity.
However, it’s her wedding night and husband, Benjamin Moss, is determined to strip down her barriers.
Benjamin is not playing fair, not when he’s deploying breath-stealing seduction as well as mind-melting sex toys. But will he still want her when she bares all?
Buy link: http://kirutaye.com/booklist/scars

secrets1mSecrets (Passion Shields, book 2)
Blurb:
Her body is his to command, her heart his to win.
Selina Moss bared her body to her husband and allowed him to see her and touch her like no one else has ever done. When a member of the family visits, she realizes there is still so much about her husband she doesn’t know.
Benjamin’s remorse about his family history drives his actions. Selina is his present and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from being contaminated by his past, including revealing the shame that burns his soul.
But for Selina, finding out about Benjamin’s past means investing emotionally in a man who’s only going to walk away once their temporary arrangement comes to an end. Is she ready to bare her heart to him along with the secrets of their past?
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Scores_400pwScores (Passion Shields, book 3)
Blurb:
His love possesses her. Will it protect her too?
Benjamin Moss has proven how much he cares about his wife, Selina. She pushed him to shred his iron control and bare his soul to her. In return he’s earned her much guarded heart as well as her body.
But her past has finally caught up with her and scores will have to be settled before they can have a happy ending. Can Benjamin’s love protect her from those who seek to destroy both of them? Or will she finally lose the man who’s possessed her body as well as her heart?

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AuthorBioA lover of books, as a teenager Kiru used to read novels under the blanket during lights-outs in boarding school. These days, with a young family to take care of, she’s still sacrificing sleep for the pleasures of a good book.
After over ten successful years in the corporate rate race, she has chosen a different kind of creative challenge—transforming her wildly vivid imagination into sensual, atmospheric romance stories with passionate characters.
When she’s not writing or reading, she’d hanging out with family and friends or travelling. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with husband and children.

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#Sexy Spy Thriller: Walking The Edge by @ZeeMonodee #BookReview

WalkingTheEdge_BannerTitle: Walking The Edge
Author: +Zee Monodee
Series: Corpus Brides, Book 1
Genre: Romantic Suspense

BOOK REVIEW

If Jason Bourne was a woman he’d be Amelia Jamison. Seriously. This is one kick-ass spy adventure with some romance thrown in. I love stories with characters with amnesia and I love that not having her memories made Amelia vulnerable and as we find out more about her, we get to see a different kind of person. We are taken on a journey as Amelia discovers more about herself and her relationship with Gerard. I really can’t tell you more without giving away the plot. This a fabulous story for fans of spy thrillers. Just strap on your seat belts and enjoy the ride.

WtE1600x2400Blurb:

Walking the edge
The next step might be the last…

A woman without a past
Left amnesiac after an accident, Amelia Jamison’s instincts slowly rise from the depths of oblivion to question her life as the wife of a cold, manipulating and distant man. Wisps of a dream show her another man she may have known intimately, but is he a memory, or a figment of her imagination?

A man with too much information
After many aliases, today Gerard Besson is simply a police commissaire in Marseille. When a mysterious woman starts to follow him, he is suspicious. But things aren’t what they seem, and as he reluctantly gets closer to her, dredges of his painful, buried past spring to light and make him question her identity.

Each seems to have led two different lives
But neither is prepared for what awaits them when they cross the fine line between knowing your true self and that of your alter ego.

Danger is the name of the game, and as it catches up with them in the French Provence, both know they better be ready for the inevitable fall.

EXCERPT

As he turned to scan the other side of the road, something—or someone—lunged at him and knocked him into the solid garage door. Reflex kicking in, he took a deep breath to fortify himself against the stinging pain in his body. Honing his senses, he lashed out on the side from which his opponent had assaulted him.
His fist connected with a jaw and he heard a grunt. Male. So not the woman from the bistro. Could she have sent someone after him? He had no time to ponder—a heavy booted foot collided smack into his stomach and sent him to his knees. The gun dropped from his hand. He could barely see the man kick the Sig away. Now’s the time to hit him.
But he wasn’t fast enough. The thug smashed a hard blow to Gerard’s temple. Black dots danced before his eyes.
It would take more than this to knock him out, though. He looked up and staggered an exhale—he’d be no match against the gun his assailant yanked from inside his jacket. A weapon with a silencer screwed on. Definitely a man out for a kill.
Time stood still while he tried to breathe and remain conscious.
And then something happened so quickly he had trouble grasping it. The guy howled and went down, his free hand clutching his neck as Gerard caught sight of a cherry-red flash.
The thug lifted and aimed his gun. Another red burst haloed the first.
Two shots rang, and the man slumped.
Gerard moved his gaze to where the flashes had appeared. His Sig lay in the hands of the one who’d saved him.
Legs braced, back straight, she held the gun in both hands, the left cupping the right. Wisps of smoke gently drifted from the barrel.
He blinked when he focused on her face.
It can’t be. The same woman who’d met him at the bistro. Yet, at the same time, not her. Her features looked different, harder, and, he realized with dread, completely focused yet expressionless.
Something told him to take another look. She hadn’t dropped the gun, and for an insane moment, he wondered if she’d aim it his way and shoot. There had been no hesitation in her two shots, and, as his eyes took in the way she held the Sig—one hand curled around the grip and the other anchoring it—realization clattered in his brain.
She held it like a professional, and merde if she hadn’t shot like a professional, too.
Finally, she lowered the weapon and stepped up to him.
From his previous deduction, he hadn’t expected her to be trembling or bumbling her way about, but still, the efficiency with which she sidestepped the body and crouched at Gerard’s side sent warning bells off in his head.
“Who the hell are you?” he asked, aware the thought had made it into words.

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ABOUT ZEE

ProfilePicAuthor, editor, smitten wife, in-over-her-head mum to a tween boy, best-buddy stepmum to a teenage lad, bookaholic, lover of all things fluffy & pink, chronic shoeholic, incompetent housewife desperate to channel Nigella Lawson (and who’ll prolly always fail at making domestic goddess status)…

Zee hails from the multicultural, rainbow-nation island of Mauritius, in the southern Indian Ocean, where she grew up on the figurative fence—one side had her ancestors’ Indian and Muslim culture; the other had modernity and the global village. When one day she realised she could dip her toes into both sides without losing her integrity, she found her identity.
This quest for ‘finding your place’ is what she attempts to bring in all her stories, across all the genres she writes. Her heroines represent today’s women trying to reconcile love, life, & relationships in a melting pot of cultures, while her heroes are Alpha men who often get put back into their rightful place by the headstrong women she writes. Love is always a winner in her stories, though; that’s a given.

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New Release: Candle Magic by @ElodieParkes #Sexy #Romance

Thank you for hosting ‘Candle Magic’ on your blog today. Thank you so much to all my readers. I write from my heart so you have a piece of it. Happy Holidays.

About the book:

I got the idea for this story very late at night as I shivered in a sudden downpour of rain on my way home from work. It was still summer at the time and although late, the sky was still quite light. That happens in Britain where I live and often dawn comes in at around 3.30 a.m. How do I know this? I’m often still up writing or playing around with graphics for book covers. I’m lucky because my day job is in shifts so often I can grab a few hours’ sleep and still get to work on time.

Here’s the blurb:

When Simi finds a pretty old candlestick among the discarded props in the company storeroom, she never imagines it will grant her dearest wish. There’s something mysterious about the carved candlestick, but Simi is drawn to it. She’s saved a red candle from a box she bought years ago in an antique shop, and intends to use the candlestick to hold the last candle and make her solitary Christmas lunch more festive. It’s Christmas Eve, there’s sleet in the wind, Simi slips, but Jason catches her. Who is Jason? Where has he suddenly appeared from in the night?

Simi looks into the eyes of this gorgeous man and sparks fly …

Erotic fantasy romance from Siren Publishing and Elodie Parkes

 

BookExcerpt The mist parted. The sight of a man walking toward her captured her in a spell. Simi stared at him, unable to move.

He flowed slowly toward her, and then he was there in front of her, extending his arms to hold her. His cornflower blue eyes, fringed with dark lashes, filled with emotion. He smiled at Simi and she registered how handsome he was, how completely gorgeous he was, before magically she was in his arms. He held her close.

Gratitude surged through her. Her heart opened to soak up the love he gave her. His face close, Simi yearned for his lips on hers, and then—he kissed her. It charged her whole body with such a surge of raw sexual energy her pussy drenched her inner thighs. She drifted in a heavy fog of his kiss-induced lust.

The softness of his lips changed from a gentle, loving merging to a hungry searching as her tongue met his.

Naked in his arms, Simi pressed against his hard body, her clothes strangely gone. Yet she accepted that as ordinary when his hands swept over her skin and grabbed her ass to lift her against his body. Her stomach contacted the hard column of his erect cock, and she sighed into his mouth.

Protected COPYRIGHT ELODIE PARKES and SIREN PUBLISHING 2014

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, DECEMBER 2014 RELEASE
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Confessions of a Sex Addict #Sexy #Anthology + #Giveaway @ElodieParkes

Title: Confessions of a Sex Addict
Authors: +Jinni James +Elodie Parkes Hunter S Jones, Electra Von Drego
Genre: Erotica, Short Stories, Anthology

 

Blurb:

Secrets revealed.
One hot summer, four sultry stories.
An erotic anthology with a twist, set in contemporary New Orleans.
 
Meet Andi, the bartender from Nashville who won’t be faithful.
Drew, the seducer or the victim?
The anonymous one, the one who watches.
Jennifer the cougar, she’s a good girl, really.
The moderator, friend or predator?
 
Love. Magic. Guilty Pleasures. Love is the drug.
What’s your secret?

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Read excerpts from the stories: 18+

Midnight Secrets by Jinni James

He scoots his chair closer. The metal scraping across the pavement causes a loud screech until I feel his knee press against mine. “Do any of them make your heart race the way it is right now?” My mouth feels full of cotton as I try to speak, but not a word comes out. I just nod my head back and forth. Adam brushes the wavy hair off my shoulder so that it falls behind me and gets so close to my neck that I can feel his breath against my ear lobe. “Do any of them cause the blood to boil in your veins like this?” I shake my head again. My breathing intensifies as his hand is placed carefully against my thigh. “Those other guys can’t do what I can do for you, Andi.” He whispers in my ear, “Let’s forget everything else for tonight and just be. Let’s get lost with each other. Let me show you the guilty pleasures you’ve only heard about.”

It doesn’t take much convincing. I was ready to leave the minute his hand touched me. The jolts of electricity I felt through my leg when his hand rested there caused me to soak my black panties within seconds. He places a small kiss to the base of my neck beneath my ear. “Come with me, Andi.” I don’t care if he means literally or sexually, but I’m on board.

I nod my head “yes” as I turn to meet his eyes with my own. “What are we waiting for?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

Clip my Wing by Elodie Parkes

Across the square, Drew bundled the boxes of decorative candles into the trunk area of his SUV. He eyed the swinging hips of the young woman walking by. His fingers itched to tweak the tendrils of hair escaping from the loose ponytail so that she turned her face to him. His stomach ached, desire flamed, and he sighed. He closed the door and went back inside. Maybe Sadie would give him a few kisses. He’d nailed her long ago, a year ago maybe, and she often hinted at wanting a repeat performance. Drew walked through the shop to the stock room.

Sadie was three steps up a ladder. Her bare legs taunted him. Her colorful skirt swathed her curvy ass and as she turned to his footfall, the angle of her body accentuated her ample breasts in her white blouse.

Used to taking liberties, Drew ran his palm up her calf, and on up the inside of her thigh.

Sadie slid her arms around his neck to bring her face close to his. She leaned into him, a sigh of disappointment escaping as he moved his hand from the top of her thigh.

“Don’t tease, Drew. You know I want you.”

Drew lifted her with one strong arm, and pulled her legs around his waist with the other.

She smiled at this and clung to him.

He tasted the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue. The kisses he hoped for rained on his mouth and Drew walked with Sadie to the other side of the shelving, out of sight, and into semi-darkness. He sat down on the cushioned top of a small step stool, and brought Sadie to straddle him. “I need you bad.” He whispered the words as he kissed up Sadie’s neck and dragged her skirt up around her waist. “I’m desperate for you. You smell so good.” His fingers traced her pussy over the soft, dampening fabric of her underwear, and he sucked on her bottom lip. “My cock’s so hard, for you, Sadie.” He pulled the gusset of her panties aside and thrust a finger into her pussy. He muffled a low moan torn from him at the feel of her. She was drenched. Her cream slipped around his finger and he pushed in another. With his open mouth against her cheek, he dotted wet kisses along to her lips, and thrust his tongue into her mouth in time to the rhythm of his fingers pumping in her pussy. “You feel so good.” His breath caught and his words slurred.

Sadie unzipped his jeans and touched the head of his engorged cock with a fingertip. Cum leaked from the slit, his balls lifted, and his stomach muscles tightened. Drew groaned. “I’m going to fuck you now.” He lifted her to stand, yanked down his jeans so that his huge, aching cock sprang free, and brought her back to straddle him in one flow of energy. He pulled aside the leg of her panties again and slipped into her warm, wet pussy.

Drew groaned as he pressed her down hard onto his cock. The lace of her panties, an extra delight against his skin, he clasped her hips, and rocked her. The muscles in the tops of his arms tightened, standing out as he slid her up and down on his cock. He wouldn’t last. He bit her bottom lip and kissed her softly. “I’m close to coming.”

Sadie’s sighs and soft sounds of pleasure reached him through a fog of lust. “So am I. This is so great. It feels so good.” She nuzzled his neck.

Drew let himself go and fucked her hard. His orgasm stormed over his lower body. He thrust even after the delicious waves left him weak. He couldn’t stop wanting more and more. He slid his hand between their bodies and pressed a finger to Sadie’s clit. He circled, pinched, and stroked until she came on him, on his cock, still hard inside her, and on his fingertip, whispering his name into his open mouth.

Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014

Voyeur by Electra von Drego

“I like to watch,” I say when my turn comes. “I don’t do anything illegal. I just like to watch.”

The others nod. They strike me as people that might enjoy watching.

“There is this place that I go to. It’s a club hidden behind a bar. It’s been there for years and years. Rumor has it it’s been there since before the Civil War. Maybe even when Louisiana was still French territory.”

“I know this place,” a woman says. “I’ve been there. I like when they have theme nights.”

I smile at her a bit. “I like those nights too. The last time I was there, it was Warriors and Virgins night. There is this man I like to watch. He’s very good at putting on a show. He calls himself Ronan, which is not his real name. He has a lot to lose by being discovered at a place like the Club. But he likes to be watched as much as I like to watch, so the arrangement works well for us. I’m here because of something that happened there. Something different. I crossed a line I never thought I would cross.”

“Tell us,” the moderator says as he leans into the circle. He has the eyes of a voyeur. Curious and filled with mirth.

I smile. “The evening went like this. Before we left the place where we started the evening, he made me change from the simple and non-descript trousers I wore into a slick, tight-fitting jumpsuit that made me look like a cat burglar. It wasn’t something I would choose for myself, but I have learned that when dealing with Ronan, sometimes it is best just to go along with what he wants. He has an instinct about these things.

“At the entrance to the Club, they know him. He’s allowed just to pass inside. I was stopped and a glowing orange band was placed around my wrist, the one they give to those of us who are there to watch. Rather than to prevent me from participating from what was happening in the club, it was more of a sign to others that I was simply there to watch and preferred not to be interfered with. I followed him into the club. I made certain to keep my distance. I’ll admit my cat burglar outfit made me feel different. I strutted more than I walked. There was no objection from me. This was part of the reason he agreed to let me watch him.

I’m a Good Girl, Really by Hunter S. Jones

In no time, we were chatting away, the lights of the city that never sleeps zipping by us. The bottle of champagne practically disappeared and the car stopped. We were just friends, that’s all. Again, I thought, I’m a good girl.

John took my chin in one hand while reaching under my skirt with the other. I will never forget how that felt, how I practically melted into him.

He whispered softly, “We’re going in to have a good time. I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”

“John, I can’t do this. I’m scared. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

Pulling his hand from between my legs, he said, “We’re just going to a club, Jennifer. You are about to have the best time you have ever had in your life. Just do what I tell you, okay?” Then, a darkness crossed him. “How do you think you moved up the ranks in the company?” He placed his hand on my hair. “You’re going to have to do what I say, understood?” There was something menacing about him as he looked me in the eye. Was he threatening my job, my career? Why would a man like him want an accountant when he could have any woman he wanted?

The wetness between my legs increased as he said one thing, but did another. He had me aroused and scared, all at the same time. He moved the string of my panties to one side and fingered me. Not knowing what to do, I opened my legs for him, but he whispered, “Not yet. You said you don’t want to.” He fisted my hair as he fingered me one more time. “You’ll want me so badly, you’ll be begging me, but now you’ll have to wait until I’m ready for you.” Opening the partition, he said to the limo driver, “We’re ready to go in now. Thank you.”

He turned to me and said roughly, “Let’s go in. You go to the dance floor first. I’ll meet you there.”

I wondered if he had drugged me. I was so compliant. But, this was dangerous, exciting. I wanted him and now it appeared that I had to accept what he had planned for me.

I was always the good girl, the sorority girl, the good friend, an accountant.

Something told me I wasn’t ready for this.

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Jinni James lives in her beloved state of Alabama with her amazing husband, her two precious girls, and her awesome stepdaughter along with her lazy cat and her hyperactive dog. She works during the day as an administrative assistant with her characters talking in her ear all day as she answers phones, works on spreadsheets, and files. As soon as the day winds down Jinni goes home to her family, gets everyone settled, then finally sits at her keyboard and aspires to becoming the author that lives in her head.

Jinni has two books in her Immortal Shifters series, Shifting Hearts and Immortally Torn. Secret Cravings Publishing just published her novel Business and Pleasure. She also has a short series, Erotic Encounters that is out now as well. All of her books can be found on Amazon and other online retailers.

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Electra is an international socialite and collateral descendant of U.S. President James Knox Polk. When she isn’t writing, she reads and often entertains at her home in Monte Carlo where she raises money for various charities. She has not been seen since Brazil’s first win at the World Cup in June 2014.

Hunter S. Jones I make things up and write them down.

The art form I create when writing is much more interesting than anything you will ever know or learn about me. However, since you ask, I have lived in Tennessee and Georgia my entire life, except for one “lost summer” spent in Los Angeles. My first published stories were for a local underground rock publication in Nashville. Since then, I have published articles on music, fashion, art, travel, and history.

October 2013 saw the launch of a novel collaboration, SEPTEMBER ENDS, contemporary fiction laced with romance, erotic and supernatural elements, bound by poetry. SEPTEMBER ENDS has been labeled an “Indie Sensation” due the critical reception and international recognition the novel has received.

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Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for Hot Ink PressMoon Rose PublishingEternal PressSecret CravingsEvernight , Siren, and Ra Jones Publishing

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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#Sexy Cougar #Menage Wild Pitch by @KarynGerrard @GaylsChat #book #giveaway

Title: Wild Pitch
Series: 1Night Stand
Genre: Contemporary/Cougar/Erotic/Menage
Can three lonely people keep pain, bitterness, and grief at bay or will emotional fireworks tear down the walls surrounding their hearts?

 

WILD PITCH BLURB:

When recently divorced Connie arranges a wild 1Night Stand date for her widowed best friend, Nicole, she’s only got her friend’s happiness in mind. But one glance at the gorgeous younger man waiting at the Cougar Cave convinces Connie to seize the opportunity to act out her own secret fantasy—a three-way—if Nicole is up for the challenge. After all, she doesn’t even know about the original plan.

Cut from his Double-A baseball team, all Barrett Michaels wants to do is drown his sorrows. But he’s already paid for a 1Night Stand, and with the arrangements made, he decides to go through with it in hopes it will give him one night of happiness before figuring out what to do with his future. Though he asked for an experienced older woman, he receives not one, but two beautiful women, who offer a night of mind-blowing, sensual pleasure.

Can Madame Eve’s special brand of magic ease the pain and tear down the walls surrounding the hearts of three lonely people?

Note: No FF Interaction

Connie Hollingsway had just found the meat filling for her hero sandwich. As far as she was concerned, the man met all the requirements she’d requested from Madame Eve, and he sat in the exact location where she’d been informed he’d be. Connie cast a quick glance toward her best friend, Nicole Sullivan, and amended her thought to, our hero sandwich. After all, she’d planned the evening for Nikki, as she could use the diversion. Truth be told, so could Connie.

Bass from inane techno music reverberated off the wood-paneled walls of the Cougar Cave. The club buzzed with excitement, pulsating with the promise of sex and the certain knowledge that one-night stands were the main item on the snack menu.

Connie’s gaze slid back to the hottie sitting alone in a booth directly across from them. The guy, in a word, exuded perfection. Ascertaining his age proved difficult under the flashing strobe lights, since he sat underneath a neon sign for Budweiser that cast a reddish glow over his stunningly gorgeous face.

She’d asked for a ruggedly handsome male under thirty, and the hunk seemed to fit the bill. His milk chocolate-colored, tousled hair had an I-just-rolled-out-of-bed appearance. Sexy. Like most young guys, he had scruffy whiskers, but her keen eye observed the delectable cleft in his well-shaped chin. Three empty beer bottles and a half-full glass sat in front of him, and he waved to the waiter for more.

A sly smile curved her mouth. She’d been told, via e-mail from Madame Eve, that the “man under the Budweiser sign” would be game for a one-night stand with an older woman. Drunk enough, he might even be open and willing to consider Connie’s shocking, but sensual suggestion. Warming Nikki up to the idea might prove a challenge though.

Connie had been about to speak, but the words died in her throat the moment he rose, shook off his leather jacket, and hung it on the coatrack on the back of the bench seat. Her mouth dropped in shock, but she quickly recovered. Taller than she’d first imagined, he stood at least a few inches over six feet. A skin-tight black T-shirt hugged his powerful physique. Tucked into a pair of incredibly tight blue jeans, it showcased his torso to sculpted excellence. Denim strained across rock-hard thighs, a muscular, ass and—her held breath whooshed out and ended in a moan—showed off an impressive package. Man-meat was sharpened into hardened precision, enough to rival the marble statues of Greek gods. Even better than she could’ve hoped for.

She had to get a closer look.

 

Karyn Gerrard Bio:

Karyn lives in a small town in the western corner of Ontario, Canada. She whiles away her spare time writing and reading romance while drinking copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. Tortured heroes are a must. A multi-published author with a few bestsellers under her belt, Karyn loves to write historicals and contemporaries. As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise she assumes everything is golden.

Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement keeps her moving forward.

 

Gayl Taylor’s Bio:

 

Gayl Taylor spent much of her youth daydreaming and making up stories. Life in her imaginary world was full of adventure, intrigue, and romance. Temporarily distracted by real life, marriage, three kids, and the necessary paycheck, she found her way back to writing as a hobby and eventually pursued her dream of being a published author.

Although she still has her day job, at night Gayl writes steamy, sensual romance. Her passion for music and sports feeds her imagination inspiring her to write about smoking hot rock stars, sexy athletes, and the women who bring them to their knees. She has three titles published with Breathless Press, Ride a Cock Horse, part of the Naughty Nursery Rhyme line, Lady Luck, and Tea for Three, part of the Wonderland Tales collection, and Wild Pitch a 1Night Stand published by Decadent Publishing.

A native California girl, Gayl lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her three sons and Ozzy, their aloof but loving cat. She is a self-proclaimed coffee addict, closet rock star, die-hard baseball fan, and hopeless romantic.

You can find Gayl at the following places:

AMAZON/ ALL ROMANCE/ BOOKSTRAND/ DECADENT WEBSITE/ BARNES AND NOBLE

/AMAZON.AU/ AMAZON.CA/ AMAZON.UK/ KOBO/ iTUNES

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