Our Favorite Hot Books

Want something hot to read? How hot do you like it? Back by popular demand, here are some of our favorite book recommendations:

Platinum Passion recommended by Chellesie B Dancer

What if you could choose between spending the night with your beloved husband, or a hunky sex god? If it were up to me, I’d chose both! Most of us, if we ever had such a choice, would hold fast to our one true love. But what if the hunky sex god chose both of you? IF you want to find out what would happen, you’ve got to read PLATINUM PASSION! After twenty years, Jeannie and Jake have a love that’s strong, but the spark between them is muffled by piles of everyday stress. Until their 20th wedding anniversary, when hot and hunky Pothos, the god of sexual yearning, saunters into their life. PLATINUM PASSION was a Best Book of 2011 nominee in GLBT Fantasy Romance at The Romance Reviews. An erotic novella, it’s just long enough to explore lots of possibilities on this one perfect night. And short enough to read in one evening and still have time to pursue your own passions that night… The only thing I wondered, how soon can I read the next one in the GODS OF LOVE series? Luckily book 2, APHRODITE CALLING, came out yesterday! Woohoo!

Buy PLATINUM PASSION at Amazon.

Killer Kisses recommended by Roz Lee

I’ve long been a fan of Sharon Buchbinder’s work, so when she compiled seven of her shorter works into a smorgasbord-like anthology – I was thrilled! KILLER KISSES is a wonderful collection of unique and individual works, surprisingly from the same author. Where many authors are one-trick ponies, unable to break out of the proverbial mold, Ms. Buchbinder isn’t one of them. With this collection, she showcases her many and varied writing talents across the contemporary romance genre. If you’re looking for something you can read in short bursts, this is the book for you, but don’t be surprised if you sit down to read one of the short stories and end up not putting it down until you’ve finished the entire collection. Ms. Buchbinder’s characters are rich and her story lines full of surprising depth. Her writing style will pull you in and hold you captive from beginning to end.

Buy KILLER KISSES at Amazon.

Power Play recommended by Jennifer Lynne

I read this erotic romance soon after its release and it is a story that has stayed in my mind as one of my favorites. And that is saying something because believe me, I read a lot! So what was it about POWER PLAY that grabbed and held my attention above so many others in this genre? In her novel, Ms. Dancer does a beautiful job traversing that fine line between super-sexy and kink – so good a job in fact, that I went out and bought some almond oil after reading this sizzling story. Enough said! That enticing promise (or threat!) of light BDSM in my romance reading is a place that at times I love, and at others I am not so comfortable in, but the playful tone of Ms. Dancer’s story drew me in and held my interest throughout. The ambiguity of the term “power play” relating both to Liz and Sergio’s sexual activity and their respective places in the corporate world added an extra layer of interest and helped boost the eroticism brewing between these two characters. I will never look at almond oil – or my partner’s business ties – in the same way again. This book is a finalist in the RWA Passionate Plume awards (novella category) and in my opinion, deservedly so. If you like your romance sizzling hot with a hint of kink, this read is just perfect.

Buy POWER PLAY at Amazon.

Sweet Carolina recommended by Sharon Buchbinder

Vrrrroom, vrrroom, ladies, start your engines with Roz Lee’s SWEET CAROLINA! When Caudell (Dell) Wayne gets suspended from NASCAR racing and loses his ride, the only thing he expects to do is sit in his lavish home, drink beer and brood over fulfilling his dead father’s prophecy that he would never live up to his arch enemy, Dickhead Warner. Unbeknownst to him, his childhood friend and gear head gal pal, Caroline Hawkins, has grown up and taken over her deceased dad’s racing team. She watches Dell’s demise from afar, first with dismay, then with a glimmer of hope for her deteriorating finances. If she can keep Madman Dell from killing himself and wrecking cars, maybe, just maybe, she can bring her family company back from the brink of financial ruin. When she shows up on his doorstep with the outrageous proposal that he should drive for her, she expects him to turn her down. Instead, he says yes and it’s not just the metal wheels on the concrete walls that spark. He’s an employee, untouchable, or so her brain says. Her body has other thoughts. He knows she’s the boss and he thinks she looks sexy in–and out–of greasy overalls. The fire suits won’t stop the flames that ignite between these two. Will he win the right races and find his soul and soul mate? Or will their relationship crash and burn on the sharp twists and turns of Roz Lee’s unexpected plot twists? I’m not giving you the answers, but I can tell you, I will never look at NASCAR races and racers the same way again after reading this book. Get some ice cubes before you start, it’s a scorching read.

Sweet Carolina is available at:

Amazon

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Do you have any hot books you’d like to recommend?

A Brave New Woman: Aphrodite Calling

A brave new woman – that’s an apt description of the heroine in Jennifer Lynne’s new erotic novella, Aprodite Calling. Before I read the book, I was not sure if I’d like this transsexual woman, but as soon as I met Gina, I couldn’t help but like her. She’s strong and brave, and fragile and vulnerable, all at the same time. She’s one-of-a-kind, and yet she’s just like every one of us.

And then there’s her hunky hero. If you thought his brother was hot in Platinum Passion, look out for Himeros, he’s even hotter! This series is about the Greek gods of love, and each of them is a sexy blend of human appetites and god-like powers. Sort of super-heroes of sexuality. And of course each one has the body of, well, a Greek god!

Now how do these two fit together? Amazingly well actually–their bodies fit together as perfectly as their needs. She fills a need in him that no one else has even seen before. And he touches her in a new way, bringing her to heights she’d never dreamed of.

This story is sexy and erotic, romantic, and surprisingly sweet. In the end, it is the author who is the brave woman, giving us a new story that will stay with us long after the heat of the moment dissipates, because these two characters will reach in and touch your heart.

Aphrodite Calling (Gods of Love #2) is available now at Amazon, Smashwords and All Romance ebooks.

What makes a wedding romantic?

The wedding countdown has begun! Just over four weeks till my big day, and with the second in my GODS OF LOVE series, APHRODITE CALLING, released two weeks ago, I’m only now taking time to think about the wedding. Quite frankly, I’m trying not to panic at the length of the “to-do” list!

So tell me…do I really have to feed a cat from my left shoe a week before the wedding to ensure good luck in our marriage?

Do we really have to say our vows when the big hand on the clock is moving upwards rather than down?

How about making sure every single woman at the event goes home with a piece of wedding cake to tuck under her pillow (and dream of her perfect partner)…or finding a spider tucked into the wedding gown? Huh? I hate spiders!

Apparently these customs are designed to bring good luck in our union!

I’d like to know why weddings are so fraught with tension. Why they are not always full of the romance that is contained in the pages of the stories we Sexy Romance authors write. Hmm. Well, I guess real life is a tad harder to deal with than the idea of meeting and making love with a Greek god or two. Or three.

Being a romance author, I’m naturally inclined to think about the underlying romance of the day and whether the reality of a wedding lives up to that fantasy event we hold in our hearts.

The institution of marriage actually pre-dates recorded history, but despite that it seems the “romance” part didn’t exist until medieval times. Before then – and in some cultures since then as well – a marriage was simply a business arrangement between two families.

I guess for me the romance of the day will be less about the myriad of traditions and superstitions surrounding the institution of marriage, and more about pledging my love for another person and committing to share my life with them, in front of family and friends. Will it live up to the fantasy in my head? I certainly hope so!

That said, I do have a clock with a big hand, and a hungry cat…and a shoe…

I’m interested to know what others think about romance and weddings. What, in your view, makes a wedding romantic – or not?

After the wedding, of course, comes the honeymoon, and my latest erotic releases are just the thing to put anyone in the mood – especially if you read them aloud to each other! Scroll down for an ADULT 18+ peek at new release transsexual romance, APHRODITE CALLING (GODS OF LOVE #2), and Best Book of 2011 nominee, PLATINUM PASSION (GODS OF LOVE#1):

She lifted her hips as he centered himself at her vaginal entrance. The flinch was instinctive; she couldn’t help it, and he paused. “I have enough cum in my balls to sink a ship. I have been wanting to try your body ever since I saw you, and the wait has had me leaking juice all evening. It will be a well-lubricated joining, I assure you.”

Her laugh was throaty. “Enough to sink a ship? That actually sounds a little scary.” She let out a squeak as he thrust with his groin and at the same time tightened his grip on her hips, compelling her downward.

The head of his cock was now inside her, and she panted with a mixture of aching pleasure and apprehension. It felt hot, and hard, yet slick at the same time. She wanted him deeper inside, and took a breath before sinking down without any further urging.

Full. Wet. Everything inside stretched so tight she was afraid to move more than a millimeter or two. But oh…my…God…it felt so good to have a real live man inside her, shifting now, slight movements that she could feel deep within her body. The ache was so deep and all consuming that she couldn’t even compare it to the clit orgasm she’d had earlier. This was real, and she was about to fuck as she’d always wanted to, as a woman, with a man who saw her. Really saw her. And it felt so right.

Read more of APHRODITE CALLING at Amazon or All Romance ebooks.

Pothos saw what she was striving for. “Come, Jake,” he said. “Join us.”

He rolled to the side, stilled impaled inside Jeannie and taking her with him, and then she felt her husband behind her, the juicy head of his cock pressing into her rear.

“Okay?” Jake’s voice was hoarse and she knew what he was really asking. This was something she’d never let him do before, and she bit her lip. Could she do this? Could she take both of them at once? Would it hurt?

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Do it, Jakey.”

And he did, gliding into her with an ease she wasn’t expecting, so slick with pre-cum that it made his entry relatively painless.

Pothos groaned, possibly at the pressure of Jake’s entry tightening her vaginal passage around him. She was so full of man she was afraid she might burst. Then they both began to drive into her body, first one, then the other, tag teaming, separated only by a thin sheath of her inner flesh, and the world as she knew it splintered around her. Sensation became everything as she was fucked from every direction at once, hands on her hips, hands on her breasts, lips against her neck as she flung her head from side to side, hot, hard bodies rutting against and inside and behind her, desperate groans in her ear as she gasped and moaned her own need in equal abandon.

Read more of PLATINUM PASSION at Amazon or All Romance ebooks.

posted by Jennifer Lynne

Food and Sex

Do I have your attention now?

Is there a connection between good food and good sex? The answer is a resounding yes, according to sources as diverse as Discovery Health and the Social Issues Research Center. Food is part of the dating and mating ritual across all cultures. Both food and mating are essential to the survival of the species. Feeding your mate is not only sexy, but also a way of saying, “I will take care of you forever.”

Some people may go a bit overboard combining food and sex, as this fun loving couple did. But, hey, it’s their groceries, who am I to criticize? One super food that has been strongly linked to super sex is chocolate. Yes, dare I say it? Women are programmed to love it because it gives us pleasure and makes us feel happy and sexy. Consider giving yourself and your mate the gift of chocolate–in the bedroom. Be imaginative. Play with your food! That’s what my couple did in An Inn Decent Proposal.

In An Inn Decent Proposal in my anthology, Killer Kisses, Genie King is a Culinary Institute of America trained chef who is piqued by her high school heart throb, Jim Rawlings, when he tells her that he’s sure she’s “a solid cook.” Furious, she retorts, “Tell you what, Mr. Critic, you come to my house for dinner tomorrow night. My food makes men go weak at the knees.” She proceeds to seduce him with her sensual cooking. Starting with a chef’s amuse-bouche and ending with a decadent dessert in the bedroom, Genie brings Jim to his knees and makes him beg for more.

Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite.

With butterflies dancing the hoochie-koochie in his stomach, Jim stood on the front porch of Genie’s house at the appointed hour, clutching a dozen hot-pink roses, his finger poised to press the doorbell. A witch that appeared to have flown into the siding stuck out of the wall and cobwebs were draped over the light fixture.

Why was he so nervous? It was just dinner. Right? Visions of Genie’s teasing cleavage danced before his eyes. No. He wanted it to be more than dinner. A whole lot more. He took a deep breath and leaned on the bell.

Moments later, the object of his desire appeared framed by the doorway, fiery hair pulled up in a ponytail, her luscious breasts covered by a huge black apron that read, Never Trust a Skinny Chef.

He handed her the flowers. “Trick or treat?”

“Treat. Thanks. Come on in.” She stepped aside to give him room to pass.

He wanted to grab her in the doorway, drag her into the bedroom and take her right then and there. Down boy. No need to act like a Neanderthal. He cleared his throat. “Did you get a lot of kids?”

“About two dozen little ones with their parents. After dinner the teenagers came out in droves. Most of them weren’t even in costume. I ran out of candy bars and turned the light off at ten. What about you?”

“The Motel Seven wasn’t in the holiday spirit.” He grinned. “Just as well, I forgot my costume. The only thing I could have gone as was Adam.”

She blushed and said, “That would have been interesting.” She handed him a glass of champagne. “To celebrate our purchase, I thought we’d begin with a Perrier Jouet. And, since we seem to be in an Indian summer, we’re having appetizers on the patio.”

She led him through the living room under a cuckoo clock made to look like a green-and-red Swiss chalet. “Interesting timepiece you’ve got there.”

“My father gave it to my mother years ago, on their second date.” She opened the sliding glass door. “He wanted her to be reminded every hour of the day that he was cuckoo for her. Corny, hunh?”

He clinked her glass. “To corny love.”

She pointed to the small square white dishes on the glass topped patio table. “Tonight’s amuse bouche is salmon tartare on five-spice crisps.”

After he sat, she placed a cloth napkin on his lap. The simple motion aroused him. He shifted in his seat, grateful for the camouflage. He turned to the tasty morsels at hand, closed his eyes and crunched into what appeared to be a large wonton crisp—but with tastes of clove, peppercorn, cinnamon, fennel, and anise dancing on his tongue. Layered in with these flavors were salmon, wasabi, ginger, and a touch of spicy sushi sauce. He moaned, opened his eyes and saw Genie watching him.

He took a sip of champagne. “More please?”

“You may have two more—that’s it, or you won’t be able to enjoy the rest of the meal.”

He savored each bite and realized the chef was not on the patio with him. “Where’d you go?”

“Not to worry.” She appeared from another sliding glass door bearing a large platter covered with golden brown rings drizzled with a red sauce and garnished with something green. She placed the dish in front of him. “Sweet-and-spicy calamari, toasted peanuts, and cilantro.”

“Can taste buds explode?”

She inclined her head. “We shall see. Bon appétit.”

“Won’t you join me?”

She sank into a chair opposite from him. “Just for a few moments. I have kitchen duty, you know.”

“Yes, and I’m grateful.”

She smirked. “We’ll see how grateful in a while.”

Was that a signal? Was she coming on to him? His heart raced and his pants stirred. Focus on food, dammit. He reached for the calamari. Spicy sweet-and-sour flavors rioted with combined textures of crunchy light tempura batter and tender squid. He licked his fingers. “Dear God, please serve this in heaven.”

When Genie laughed, the smile reached all the way up to her sparkling eyes. “You approve?”

“Mmm. Yes. Why aren’t you married?”

She eyed him and took a sip of bubbly. “You first.”

“I was.” He grabbed another piece of calamari. “To a hot blonde blackjack dealer.” He crunched, savoring the flavors.

“And?”

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

“Not fair.”

“She left me for a higher roller. Your turn.”

She popped a piece of calamari into her mouth and ran her tongue around her lips slowly, getting every little crumb. His pants grew tighter. “Sommelier boyfriend became alcoholic.”

“Occupational hazard.”

She nodded. “I swore off romance for a while. Became best-friends-forevah with every gay guy in New York City. Lots of great shopping stories.” She sipped her wine. “Fell like King Kong diving off the Empire State Building for my new executive chef. Man was he hot.” She fanned herself.

A flash of jealousy surprised him. “And?”

“Hot, as in temper. As in throwing dishes, pots, anything at hand.” She shook her head. “He was Italian; I nicknamed him Mount Vesuvius. I left him and the job the day after he threw an iron skillet, missed me, and dented the wall.” She dusted her hands off. “That was that. He’s the reason I’m here.”

Jim reached over and grabbed her hand. Heat pulsed off her palm. “What’s his address? I’ll send him a thank-you note.”

She stood and gave him a Mona Lisa smile. “Save your thanks for when you’re done with dinner.”

That was definitely a come-on. He admired her lovely ass as she sashayed away and looked forward to the next courses.

As dusk fell, they moved into the dining room. She had placed the roses in a vase and set them on the buffet to the side. The table was set for two with fine china and glassware. Everything sparkled in the candlelight. She held a chair out for Jim, and once again placed a napkin on his lap, this time drawing out the ritual a tad longer. She was killing him. She breathed into his ear, sending frissons down his neck. “I hope you like the next course.”

Just to have something to hold onto—other than her—he clenched a soup spoon. And a white dish appeared in front of him in the center of which were large lumps of—

“Rich lobster soup with curry.” She poured a thick pink liquid around the lumps of shellfish.

The scent of curry rose on the steam grabbing his olfactory lobe, taking his brain to a new plane of existence. “Oh. My. God.”

“Some have likened my food to a religious experience.”

The lobster swam in the smooth soup with a hint of curry while his taste buds danced and sang hallelujah, hallelujah. “Any chance I could get this for dessert?”

She took her apron off and sat down. “Not tonight. I have other plans.”

The low cut lace top left little to Jim’s imagination. Torn between appetites, he wondered if there was an intermezzo. He needed to clear his palate—and knew just who he wanted to do it with.

Read the rest in Killer Kisses, available in Kindle or Print