Meet London Saint James-Inspiration for Dark Tales Diaries #BDSM #Erotica @LSJRomance

Thanks for having me on your blog today.
I’m happy to be here to talk a little about myself and my Dark Tales Diaries
Like many authors, I’ve been writing a long time. As a child I playacted out all the stories that were running around in my head, and as soon as I learned how to write, I scribbled down those stories. I wrote and stopped. Wrote and stopped. I had to do the sensible thing as I got older, or at least that’s what I was told. I went to college. Got a job. Did all those sensible things, but I always came back to writing. Around three years ago, I became more serious about becoming a published author and I decided to submit something. I figured what’s the worst thing that could happen? Being told, “You suck as a writer.” I prepared for the worst, but thankfully that didn’t happen. My first published story came in the form of an anthology. From there I’ve been writing as fast as my brain can think and my
fingers can type. *Smiles*
For me, writing is my dream job. “Becoming a successful author is nothing but a pipedream,” they said. But that “pipedream,” came true! Dark Tales Diaries is my 12th and 13th published book.
Question: If you loved someone and one day they just vanished from your life, what would you do to try and find them?
My answer: Anything earthly possible.
The inspiration for this BDSM series of short stories sparked from a casual conversation with the love of my life. Two words, “Dark Tales,” poked at me. From there, I sat down and typed non-stop. Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One and the
life of Tristan Blackthorn spilled out upon the “pages” of my laptop with
Volume Two soon following.

Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One

Author: London Saint James

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Romance Series


For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge?

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Be Warned this book contains: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish

Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two

Author: London Saint James

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Romance Series


Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.

A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.

An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?

And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.

Be Warned this book contains: BDSM, anal sex, public exhibition, sex toys, spanking


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.


Twitter: @LSJRomance

Fantasies from Hungary by @SaschaIllyvich #Amwriting #Inspirations

Foreign Inspiration – Fantasies from Hungary

Part of the reason I centered His Reign and the entire Opeth Pack in Hungary has a lot to do with my heritage.  My grandfather came to this country in 1925 from Hungary and ended up making a success for himself over years of drive and dedication to his crafts.

My heritage has been a source of fascination so when I had the chance to visit family in Hungary, I leapt at it!

Family took me out to a discotheque and I ended up on the dance floor, my version of moves like Jagger doesn’t involve public audiences…

Spotted a really beautiful woman.  Danced with her, leant her my hair tie (her hair was much longer than mine) and we connected on a deep rhythm only two people dancing could understand.  Thing is, I don’t speak Hungarian and she had no command of the English language.  I couldn’t even buy her a drink, I had no forints!  Well, fast forward to years later when I’m coming up with a series idea for a publisher and I remembered all the time I’d spent in Hungary.  I’d seen a lot of Lake Balaton, Szentendré, some of the wine making regions and of course Budapest.  In romance, stories are often set either in some science fiction/fantasy world, or in the modern times with things slightly adjusted to fit the world authors created, but not by much.  I thought though, there could be a lot of mystery surrounding something foreign, an angle of course to use for promotions (Old Country, customs and things not many are accustomed to) and of course, my paranormal spin on a legend I spent time learning just soHisReign_MED I could bend it.

It gives me a chance to talk about other things besides sex, cigars and alcohol.  In fact, the more I’ll start digging into my background I’m sure I’ll find food and fun, fetish and fashion, all surrounding the legends of the Opeth Pack from Hungary.


Józsi wants to maintain a normal life away from the Opeth pack.  Moving from Hungary to Texas was a big change that he felt was necessary in order to avoid a prophecy that would ultimately make him Alpha of a dying pack, a responsibility he doesn’t want. 

Ilona and Lukina grew up loving Józsi even after he moved away.  Yet the current pack Alpha has gone rogue and begun kidnapping and abusing the younger wolves that remained without mates.  Ilona, becomes his next target and Józsi must return to once again deal with pack politics only to find that his heart misses what it could have.  Can Lukina and Ilona convince him to return to Hungary in order to rule the Opeth pack and mate or will Kiba destroy them in a fit of insanity?

Short Excerpt:

Looking at her, he captured her mouth with his and sucked in her tongue, playing with it, rolling it around his mouth.

Ilona pressed her body to his, fitting nicely against his hardness before drawing a leg around his and rubbing herself against him.

Lukina’s nimble hands encircled his waist, fingers splaying beneath his shirt.

Józsi shuddered beneath her touch. Lukina’s fingers caressed his body, sending signals straight to his cock. He smelled the liquid pooling between two pairs of lips, drew in their scents.

He pulled back from kissing Ilona and dipped his head to kiss Lukina.

Her lips weren’t as plump as Ilona’s, but still juicy, all the same.

Lukina moaned, arching her body into his, her breasts crashing into his side, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and sliding down over his massive shoulders.

He hoped he could keep this up.

Arching her body against his, he felt every inch of Lukina with his hands.

Ilona flicked her tongue over the curve of his ear. She breathed heavily in his ear.

His knees went weak. How could they both feel so good to him? “Oh god!” Words came out as a harsh whisper. He grabbed Ilona by the shoulders and shoved her down to her knees.

She fell to the ground and reached for his zipper.

He jerked away at first.

“Józsi, why?” Ilona looked up at him, her hair matted and her lips open in a pout.

He looked down at her with soft eyes. The image of her sucking his cock surfaced and made his hard cock ache. His heart wondered how he could love them both, if he loved anyone at all. “How can I please both of you at the same time?”

“You need not worry about that.” Lukina spoke first. “Just love us emotionally. The physical stuff will come into play soon enough.”

He didn’t want to believe in the emotional attachment. It had been so long since he’d had an emotional attachment to anyone that he’d almost forgotten how.

It was a struggle between his mind and his heart again. He didn’t know what to do. But he quickly realized it didn’t matter.

Ilona’s hand brushed over his cock and he twitched beneath his pants. She reached for the zipper, slowly tugging it down, down until his cock was free. His cock fell forward, proudly jutting outward.

She wrapped nimble fingers around it and began licking it like a lollipop.

Józsi shuddered, his nerves on edge from her mouth on his cock and Lukina’s tongue in his ear. Hair stood up on the back of his neck, trembles started low in his belly and branched outward to his knees.

He felt Lukina’s fingers tangle in his hair, catching loose strands of hair from his ponytail. She took a handful of hair and tugged his head backward, exposing the chorded muscle of his neck. Licking his neck, she swirled her tongue around in circles.

Sensations shot through his body from both women.

“Let me love you,” Ilona begged, her lips sealing around his cock while she spoke.

“And let me love you too.” Lukina’s mouth latched onto his neck rapaciously.

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#SexySnippets from I’m on Fire

fire2This week’s snippet is from my upcoming steamy book I’M ON FIRE, which is the first in my series of stories set on Lake Eden.

In the opening scene of I’M ON FIRE, Clint met this way-too-young and way-too-hot barmaid when she plopped onto his lap. The next day, she showed up at the dock.

“What brings you down here? The race isn’t until Saturday.”
“I wanted some adventure…”
“Like what?” The minute he asked that, he knew he shouldn’t have.
“Well, regular adventures like hiking and sailing, and, you know, sexual adventures.”
She didn’t just say that. Shit.

Watch for release date coming soon!

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Something about Holly awakened me @LillianBendover #CharacterInterview

AwkeningsNo1Hello Everyone.  My name is June Montgomery and I’ve been invited by Kiru to tell you a little bit about myself.

I come from a small town – where everyone knows everyone else’s everything.  My Mom is a bit high-strung (think: still wears stockings and pearls even during summer), my Dad just goes along with whatever Mom wants.  And as an only child, I had to suffer them both.  Which is why I had to leave and move to the city right after graduating college.

My “temporary” Administrative Assistant law firm job, wound up being more permanent than I thought.  Four years later, much to the chagrin of my parents, I was still living alone in my one bedroom apartment.  They expected that I would find a husband, get married and move back home.  Couldn’t have been the furthest thing from my mind.  I’ve been enjoying myself; dating, going out with the girls, living life.  Until all the excitement wore off and I found myself in a rut.

Then one day I got a new boss – Hollander Trudeau, Holly for short.  She smelled like sex in a suit!  That luscious brown hair, her attitude, had me blushing at ‘Hello’.  Next thing you know, we’re in her office with my skirt where it shouldn’t be, feeling things I couldn’t have imagined.

I never knew that kissing another woman or making love to another woman would have been so… awesome!  I never thought of myself as lesbian but something about Holly, awakened me.  I still blush thinking about that first time.

But I’ll let Lillian tell you all about it. 

I’ll talk to you guys later!


June Montgomery did what all “good girls” do and got her education then set out into the city to seek out a life of fun and adventure. But when she finds herself instead dateless, working for a royal mess up of a boss and in a rut, she begins to question the very reason for her existence. Until one day at work, things get changed up and she is left shaken and wondering at the appearance of one Hollander Trudeau.

Hollander Trudeau’s mysterious heart tries not to give anything away but something about June has her breaking the rules. Will this office tryst become more than she bargained for and end up like all the others or has she found a woman who can bring her down to her knees?

This 7500 word story is Part One of Ten, in the Butch/Femme erotic romance series, “Awakenings.”


“Yes Ms. Trudeau?” June poked her head into the office, leaning on the door jamb.

“June – please tell me that the systems have a back up! I just spent the afternoon preparing for this case and I’m not sure what I pressed but I can’t seem to find my files!” Holly was frantically pressing buttons and clicking on the mouse in exasperation.

“Um… I think we only have weekly back-ups that run during the weekends. Unless you set your own computer to back-up nightly, the answer would be, No.” June sat in Holly’s chair while she gave her explanation and proceeded to click through all the possible places the file could be. She felt Holly lean in close to her, her cologne making it difficult to concentrate.

“Oh! Wait! This must be it – it has today’s time stamp.” June clicked on the file and it opened. She felt Holly exhale onto her shoulder and turned her face into a pair of warm soft lips.

At first she made as if to turn away, but when she realized Holly hadn’t backed away or gasped in surprise, she stayed put. She felt Holly’s lips firmly kiss her back, in contrast to her own timid, unsure kiss. She allowed herself to be led, submitting to the intrusion of an unfamiliar but welcomed tongue. She found herself turning into Holly’s embrace, reaching to bury her fingers through the soft curls. She arose to her feet, standing on her toes to ensure her lips stayed connected.

Medium sturdy hands snaked around her waist, pulling her in and she went, willingly.

“Ms. Trudeau… I’m sorry, I…” A determined kiss covered her mouth, silencing any further protestations. The two women danced an awkward dance of limbs entwining, legs moving, lips kissing. June felt a fire ignite in her yoni, a wetness she had only known when pleasuring herself, began to seep through her panties. The clumsy dance continued to the door, which was shut by what she can only assume was Holly’s foot. A contraction flipped in the small of her belly, causing her to whimper into Holly’s mouth, which caused her ass to be grabbed and her body to be hoisted onto the desk behind her.

Finding herself seated she opened her legs and encircled the waist of the woman standing between them.  She felt a hand squeeze her breast and she yelped into her solicitors’ neck.  Breathless and euphoric with tears she began pulling her blouse out of her skirt where it wanted to remain tucked, she surrendered her hands and allowed it to be removed.  A brief moment of modesty found her covering her cleavage with both hands.  When those insistent lips met hers again, she planted her hands behind her on the desk to give her leverage and to allow herself to be kissed down her neck and across both breasts.

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Erotic lesbian word-jockey.
Naughty, never nice.
Keeping things classy.
In the land of erotica, I’ve made it my mission to provide quality lesbian erotica from a lesbian’s perspective.  Enjoy the ride!
I am having a smallish giveaway for anyone who follows me on Facebook and leaves a comment on this post. They will have a chance to win the entire series for free. The winner will be chosen on Dec. 1, 2013.

In Books These Days, Sex Sells

herhandonhischestWhen it comes to books, what’s popular now is quite different from the past. And one of those big differences is erotica and erotic romance. In other words, sex sells.

Erotica and erotic romance are different — erotica is primarily one character’s sexual journey, while erotic romance is the sexual journey of two (or more!) people as they develop a romantic relationship. Erotic romance must have a happy ending, while erotica can have any kind of ending, even tragic. But for the purpose of tracking popular culture, books of a steamy or erotic nature are often lumped together.

In the 20 Years USA Today’s of Best-Selling Book Lists article, they divide the last twenty years into 3 eras. The first one, 1993-1998, they call “The Brick-and-Mortar Era” because we bought almost all of our books at physical stores. This era was dominated by self-help type books like “Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus,” “Chicken Soup for the Soul,” The Celestine Prophecy,” and “The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People.” The two  big series that changed what we think about ‘children’s books’ also began climbing the lists: the Harry Potter series and the Twilight series.

They call the next 10 years the “Dotcom Sales Come of Age” era, when people started buying most of their books online, but still buying and reading the print version. The Harry Potter series topped the charts, followed by the Twilight series, while the self-help books faded from popularity.

The third era, from 2009 through 2013, they call “E-books Take Off.” The number one book of the last five years is “The Hunger Games” followed by “Fifty Shades of Grey,” and then  of course their sequels. “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo”  and the “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” series are all in the top 25 selling books, but not one self-help book. Some speculate that, instead of reading books for research, more and more people just use the internet instead. But perhaps it’s just a result of the higher volume of fiction that people are buying now on their e-readers that has bumped the self-help books down below the top 25 mark. I think readers often target one particular self-help book to read, but download many fiction books on impulse because with e-books, it’s so easy to carry a bunch around.

About the last five years, they conclude “Since 2009, fiction (as a percentage of best sellers) has risen to all-time highs and erotica went mainstream as e-books became the fastest growing part of the market.” They don’t speculate why, but it’s pretty obvious. According to a 2011 survey by Romance Writers of America (which I believe is the largest authors’ organization in the world), the number of people who read erotic romance on e-readers was more than double the percent who read it in print. I’m sure that number has grown since then.

We can see that sales of subjects that had been considered tabboo, like gay literature and erotic literature, have increased dramatically when the reader didn’t have to buy the book from a live person at a cash register. And with e-books you have the benefit of reading discreetly–no one sitting next to you at work or on public transit can see the front or back cover. We know what people want to read when they are limited by the opinions of others. Sexy stuff!

So go ahead, indulge your wildest fantasies, and read a steamy or erotic romance!



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About Kiru Taye
A lover of books, as a teenager Kiru Taye 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.
During the day though, she transforms 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
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#SexySnippets – Power Play

It’s time again for Sexy Snippets! Here are another seven sentences from “Power Play,” a story abPower Play coverout sensual bondage:

     “Then it’s settled.”
He grinned and his eyes gleamed wickedly. “If you say so. That is your call. Everything else, however, is my call.”
She had ended up a few feet away from him, but he closed the distance immediately. “Everything.”



“Power Play”

“A seductive brat tempts a sexy artist to risk his one shot at partnership for a fling with her. But when he takes control, who will come out on top?”

When I wrote this, I wondered what kind of woman could seduce a man to risk his hard-won career to be with her. What if there was the danger of them being discovered any minute? I thought it would be fun to see how he’d plan his payback. What would he do if he had complete control over her for a night?

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Erotic Goes Old School

Today we welcome Kate Deveaux, talking about her sexy story “Academy of Love.” And there’s a contest at the end for one lucky reader to win a copy!

Readers often ask how I got the idea for Academy of Love, an erotic romance set in an all girls’ boarding school. Well, I could just say experience and that would be 100% correct, but it’s more than that…

We all know the adage: Write what you know.

For me, boarding school life is oh so familiar (and no, I’m not going to tell you which boarding school I went to!). If I did, I am quite sure the school would be over run with women looking for drop dead sexy Lawrence. Enrollment would go way up and attendance way, way down…But I digress.

Academy of Love_cover artAcademy of Love is the scorching tale of lovers reunited when Cassianna Baxter returns to her alma mater, Lewiston School for Girls. This time not as a student — but as deputy head mistress. The daily routine of the prim and proper boarding school is contrasted against the wild erotic passions of the long lost lovers and rules-just-begging-to-be broken uptight setting of the boarding school.

But it’s more than just the school setting that fires up Academy of Love and keeps the lovers galloping along, it’s also the majestic landscape of Hunt Country Virginia — so idyllic and pure. Unlike the passions of Cassianna and Lawrence….

The characters bring the setting and story to life. I hope we can all sympathize with the wearing-his-heart-on-his-sleeve hero Lawrence, when he is reunited with his long lost (but still buttoned-up) Cassianna. Passions flare and the misunderstandings of the past come back to haunt these lovers within the setting of boarding school life.

Secondary characters layer the story. Who among of us hasn’t met a Monique along the way? The conspiring vixen who makes Cassianna green with jealousy. And then there is Millie, darling Millie, the fairy godmother so to speak for Cassianna along with Mrs. Hetherington, the straight-laced headmistress, who is stern, but also burned by past loves. Then there is Cassianna’s ex-boyfriend, Richard, whom she was sure she’d left behind in Italy.

My things are getting very busy at this boarding school….

Lawrence watched her as she left the dance floor, he was rather getting used to watching her walking away. He didn’t mind the view, but he knew this time was different. She would be his as long as he didn’t frighten her off first. Feeling his growing need straining against his jeans, he followed her request and walked slowly away, and then to her cottage.

The moonlight streamed across her porch and lit a sliver of light across the threshold to the cottage as he stopped and took a deep steadying breath. The only thing separating him from what he wanted more than anything was her front door. Barely able to calm the pounding in his chest he took the porch steps two a time and placed his hand on the screen door. It squeaked as he opened it and then the wood door next.

“In here,” Cassianna whispered to him from the darkness, “and shut the door behind you, I don’t want anyone to see you here.”

“Oh, Cassie,” he said, seeing her silhouetted against the fireplace in the darkened living room.

He couldn’t wait to get her out of those jeans. Unable to contain his emotions another moment, he moved to her side in a split second, gathered her up in his arms, his mouth finding hers and their urgent passions meeting. He’d waited too long for this and now he was finally going to have her.

His mouth was hungry as his tongue found hers and kissed her deeply. He pressed his body hard against her; he wanted to feel all of her touching him as his lips explored her luscious mouth making his cock hard with want. His body tensed under her nimble hands as she ran them along his shoulders and across his back, as he roamed her curves, remembering every part of her body as if it were yesterday.

Breathing heavily, they both stopped and looked at each other. “I want to remember this,” he said, as he undid her scarf, throwing it carelessly over his shoulder and then turned his gaze to her shirt buttons. Slowly, one, by agonizing one, he undid each button. Her body quivered with excitement as his fingers grazed her nipples but only teasing her by passing over them as her shirt slipped off easily and he continued his caresses lower. He knelt slowly down in front of her.

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Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate writes sexy romance, with heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She currently resides with her husband in Arizona.

Wicked Games by Samanthe Beck

Please give a warm welcome to our guest Samanthe Beck…

Thanks, Sexy Romance Stories, for having me as a guest today! I’m thrilled to be here.Lovers Unmasked

I’m also thrilled to announce my novella, “Wicked Games” released this week as part of a Halloween anthology called “Lovers Unmasked” from Entangled’s super-sexy Brazen line. One of the best aspects of contributing to the anthology, (besides sharing pages with amazing authors like NYT/USA Today bestselling author Katee Robert, USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn, and my Brazen debut sister Tessa Bailey), was the chance to write a story that takes place at a Halloween party. Gotta love characters in costume! Such a ripe environment for mistaken identities, hidden agendas, and some very wicked games. ;)

Valentine’s Day may have a lock on most romantic holiday, but I think Halloween wins, hands down, for sexiest. It’s all about the costumes. What other day of the year can you dress up as a French maid, or a nurse, or a hooker, or Miley Cyrus in a vinyl bikini, (unless you’re Miley Cyrus, in which case the answer is EVERYday), and hunt down the lifeguard, caveman, cowboy or Jedi Knight of your dreams?

When it came to outfitting my heroine, Stacy, and her twin sister, Kylie, in the perfect costumes, I toyed around with several twins-y ideas, but finally decided to let them go against type. Stacy, the “naughty” twin, dresses as a not-so-innocent angel, and Kylie, the “good” twin, becomes a spandex-clad she-devil. Pretty sexy, huh?

How about you? What’s the sexiest Halloween costume you’ve dared to don? And are you topping it this year?! Post a comment below and let me know. One lucky commenter will win a Nook or Kindle version of “Lovers Unmasked”! But if you can’t wait three days to find out if you’ve won, you can find “Lovers Unmasked” on:


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Here’s an excerpt of “Wicked Games” to put you in the mood…

Stacy guided Ian to a chair and gestured for him to sit. “Ever had a private dance before?”


“Sit back, Mystery Man. You’re in for a treat.” She reached behind him for the sound system’s remote, and programmed what she liked to call the “soft-core playlist.” Unobtrusive, sexy music streamed from hidden speakers, further muffling the noise from the party.

“Any rules I should know about?”

“Normally yes, but not tonight.” She stepped up until she stood over his lap, with her hands on his broad shoulders and her breasts close to his masked face. “Tonight there are no holds barred. Nothing off-limits. Think you can handle it?”

Trap set. Ian never backed down.

“Don’t you worry, Angel. I can handle whatever you throw my way.” He reached around, under her skirt, and palmed her bare cheeks, left vulnerable by her thong. “Quick hands, remember?”

She remembered, and forced herself to hold back a shiver. His voice held a note of something she couldn’t readily identify—challenge, maybe. Like he wanted to push her and see how far she’d go. She rotated her hips slowly, giving his hands a nice, thorough tour of the hills and gully they’d laid claim to. Rough palms slid all over her smooth, sensitive skin. Her nerve endings sat up and whimpered for more.

She lowered her arms and shrugged out of her wings.

“A fallen angel,” he murmured and traced his fingers along the front of her dress.

Her nipples contracted again, almost painfully tight this time. She imagined the feel of the knit ski mask rubbing against her breast as his tongue teased the hard, hypersensitive point. She bit back a moan. “I’m no angel.”

Award winning author Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California with her husband, their son, Kitty the furry Ninja, and Bebe the trash talkin’ Chihuahua.  When not writing fun, sexy, contemporary romances or napping on her beach towel with her face snuggled to her Kindle, she searches for the perfect ten dollar cabernet.

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