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.

© Ra Jones Publishing 2014 All Rights Reserved

About the authors:

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.

https://www.facebook.com/JinniJamesAuthorPage

http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6471779.Jinni_James

http://www.amazon.com/Jinni-James/e/B008E8LUDG

www.authorjinnijames.com

www.jinnijames.net

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.

www.Twitter.com/huntersjones101

https://www.facebook.com/HunterSJonesPR

www.Pinterest.com/HunterSJones

www.HunterSJones.com

www.ExpatsPost.com

www.thehuntersjones.blogspot.com

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.

Find Elodie online: Blog  Tumblr  Facebook  Twitter  Google +  Pinterest  YouTube  Amazon USA  Amazon UK Smashwords  Barnes and Noble  ARe  Bookstrand  Evernight TRR ManicReaders

 

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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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Top 10 for The Gathering by @JaceyHolbrand #Sexy MM #Romance

Top 10 for The Gathering by Jacey Holbrand

Because The Gathering starts off in a futuristic Las Vegas, NV setting, I wanted to share some interesting factoids about the area that tie into the story.

10. 1946: The Pink Flamingo opens, built by notorious mobster Bugsy Siegel. It is the first luxury hotel on the Strip, It would become The Fabulous Flamingo in 1947, The Flamingo Hilton in 1974, and Flamingo Las Vegas in 1999.1

9. Nevada State Route 375 is also known as Extraterrestrial Highway. The highway was given the name in 1996. 2

8. Along the Extraterrestrial Highway you’ll find the Black Mailbox (though now it’s actually white). It’s a locked box that’s protected by a quarter-inch-thick bulletproof metal, located along Tikaboo Valley off a dirt road (which leads to the restricted Area 51). Allegedly, there are between two to three UFO sightings here a week!3

7. If you get hungry or need a place to sleep for the night, pull over to the Little A’le’inn, a bar, restaurant and motel. Here you can order the “Alien burger” and learn about Area 51. 3

6. Lake Mead – The massive body of water was created in 1936 after the construction of the Hoover Dam on the Colorado River. 4

5. Lake Mead hasn’t been officially full—1,221 feet above sea level—since 1983.4

4. This year (2014), thanks to a wetland rehabilitation project in Mexico, the Colorado briefly reached the Sea of Cortez again for the first time since the El Niño floods of 1998. Before humans started tampering with building massive dams on the Colorado, it did so every year. 4

3. A decade ago, Lake Mead was home to nine boat launch ramps and six marinas. Six ramps and three marinas remain open today.5

2. People used to come to Las Vegas to watch the nuclear testing that happened outside of the city limits. The National Atomic Testing Museum is in Las Vegas.6

1. Although most people are completely unaware of its existence, the UFO-Nukes Connection is now remarkably well-documented. U.S. Air Force, FBI, and CIA files declassified via the Freedom of Information Act establish a convincing, ongoing pattern of UFO activity at American nuclear weapons sites extending back to December 1948.7

Sources

1 : http://vegasclick.com/vegas/casinos-timeline.html

2 : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nevada_State_Route_375

3 : http://www.huffingtonpost.com/roadtrippers/prepare-to-be-probed-alon_b_4190910.html

4 : http://www.slate.com/articles/technology/future_tense/2014/07/lake_mead_before_and_after_colorado_river_basin_losing_water_at_shocking.html

5 : http://www.reviewjournal.com/news/nevada/lake-mead-sinks-record-low

6 : http://www.nationalatomictestingmuseum.org/

7 : http://www.ufohastings.com/

Title — The Gathering
Author — +Jacey Holbrand

Publisher – Evernight Publishing

Series – The Glorious Guild of Lady Windsurfer, 1

Genre – Alternative (MM)/Gay, Futuristic, Sci-Fi, Erotic Romance, Steampunk

Heat Level – 3

Word Count – 35, 510

ISBN – 978-1-77233-049-6

Editor – Karyn White

Cover Artist – Sour Cherry Designs

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BLURB

The year is 2112, and the world has changed…

Jake Landry is interested in having some fun. He’s in Las Vegas, newly single and just off his most recent tour of duty. In Vegas he has met up with his old friend Nicola Goodheart, a scientist and inventor who studies portals, other worlds, and strange beings. Jake has also met and become enamored with Alexander, a gorgeous man with violet eyes. Jake goes with Nic on a portal finding mission, and they all end up in Alexander’s alien world.

Recruiter Alexander Bloodworth is interested in Jake for himself and in Nicola for placement in a pleasure house on his home planet of Aurath. When he hears word one of his people’s enemies are after Nicola and Jake, he goes to save them both, even at the peril of losing his job.

Will they risk their hopes and dreams—Alexander and Jake for a chance at love and Nicola for her career—or will they falter and lose everything anyway?

Be Warned: m/m sex

ADULT Excerpt

“Sounds acceptable to me.” Alexander captured Jake’s mouth in another kiss and the only time he stopped kissing him was to pull Jake’s shirt over his head.

They mimicked each other’s touches—running their hands up each other’s smooth chests, tracing the dips and curves of their muscles, enticing nipples. When Alexander latched onto one of Jake’s hard nubs, Jake sucked in a stream of air. Alexander’s lips on his body were like heaven and hell. Heaven because their silky touch sent delightful vibes through him, and hell because whenever Alexander trailed down toward his pulsing cock, he didn’t take it in his mouth or lick or kiss it.

“Come on, Alexander. Quit teasing me.”

“What do you want me to do? I want to hear it. Tell me.”

Alexander’s rumbling commands sent more heat racing through Jake’s veins and down into his cock. Jake didn’t know his dick could get harder than it already was, but it had. He gazed straight into the alien’s stormy purple eyes. “I want you, Alexander. I want you to take me in that beautiful mouth of yours. I want you to suck me dry.”

The alien rose from the couch and towered over Jake before he dropped to his knees in front of him. Alexander reached out and grabbed the top of Jake’s pants, then yanked them down and off his body. Jake’s cock stood, bobbing to and fro as he resettled on the couch.

“Spread your legs, Jake.”

He did as Alexander demanded, then stared down upon the alien who positioned himself between his thighs and stroked, licked, and kissed his cock and balls. Jake tilted his head back, loving the way Alexander took command of his body, his senses. All the colorful twentieth and other centuries’ artifacts fell from sight. The metallic fragrance of the ship disappeared, replaced by Alexander’s heady musk and leather scent. Slurping and sucking sounds along with Jake’s panting breaths and occasional ahs and fuck yeahs filled the room. Jake closed his eyes to savor the exquisite feel of Alexander’s moist and warm mouth on his length.

“God, Alexander. You’re incredible.” Jake breathed heavily, realizing he truly believed what he’d said. Alexander was wonderful and not just in a sexual capacity. The alien had a caring and compassionate way about him that Jake rarely saw any more in anyone.

Alexander licked his way off his cock, grasped it in a semiclosed fist and pumped his hand as he stared at him. “You like, yes? You have a nice dick for an Earthman.”

“Have you seen many?” Jake wanted to be jealous, but it was hard with Alexander’s soft fondling of his penis.

“I have viewed my share. I am glad I waited to bring someone home until I met you.”

 

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Jacey Holbrand believes love comes in all forms and should be celebrated. She’s committed to her muse and writing so she can share those kinds of stories with readers. Hot days. Sexy nights. Come play in her world.

Jacey loves to hear from readers! eMail her: JaceyHolbrand @gmail.com

 

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#BookSpotlight Her Bear Protector by Doris O’Connor #Sexy #BDSM #Erotica @mamaD8

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Her Bear Protector by +Doris O’connor
Categories: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Word Count: 34,181
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Book Blurb

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile.

Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question.

As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

 

Blood rushed in her ears and she yanked at her restraints, but it was useless.

“Sir?” She hated the wobble in her voice, but where was he?

“I’m right here, babe. I can see you, and let me tell you, the sight of you bound and naked to do with as I please makes me so damn hard. I might have to jack off to make this last.”

Tina moaned at the mental images that brought to mind, and Ronan chuckled. The bed dipped again and he ran his hands up and down her arms and over her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled. Tina gasped and arched her back into his touch. Every roll and pluck made her pussy clench, and she couldn’t help her moan of need.

“Yes, you like that, don’t you? Such sensitive nipples. I wonder what you will make of these.” Something cold touched her nipples, to be replaced by his mouth. Ronan suckled hard and then attached something to her hard peak. Tina went rigid when he tightened the tension.

“Sir, please, that hurts.”

He stopped whatever it was he was doing immediately and some of the pressure on her nipple eased.

“Color?”

“Yellow.” She squirmed to try and get away from the tight feeling around her nipple and he loosened it further, until she could breathe easily again.

“How about now, babe?”

It was on the tip of her tongue to cry yellow again, if not red, but actually there was no need. It felt strange, but it didn’t hurt anymore, and she took a deep breath and murmured, “Green, Sir.”

“Good girl.” The obvious approval in his deep voice sent waves of heated arousal across her skin. She would just about do anything to please him, she realized with a start.

His mouth closed around her other nipple and she squirmed anew as he suckled that nub until it felt hugely distended. Tina clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy, and he blew across her nipple. It felt cold against her slick skin, and this time when he clamped whatever it was on that side, she welcomed the slight pinch. He adjusted it to just the right pressure and Tina slipped a little deeper into the sensations assaulting her.

“If only you could see yourself, babe. Those are nipple clamps, linked by a chain, and if I do this…” Something tugged at her nipples at the same time, and Tina arched her back and moaned. Oh lord, that felt way too good. Tiny shards of pain skittered from her nipples in an invisible line to her clit, and she panted her arousal.

Ronan’s chuckle sunk into her consciousness like molten chocolate, and his next words sent her on fire.

“You look so fucking sexy, babe. I’ve got my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it for you. My fingers are wet with my pre-cum. Here, taste what you do to me.”

He ran his fingers along the seam of her mouth, and Tina opened eagerly. His unique salty musk exploded on her taste buds, and she sucked the digits further into her mouth. Ronan groaned, the bed dipped, and she needed no encouragement to open her legs wide. Instead of taking her however like she expected him to do, something cold hit the inside of her thigh and she yelped in surprise. He withdrew his fingers and surprise turned into a moan when that thing started to vibrate and Ronan held it right over her clit. Pleasure surged and her hips bucked upward to get closer to those delicious vibrations. Her orgasm build in ever tighter circles, and just as she was about to fly off that cliff, the vibrations stopped.

Tina yanked at her restraints and swore.

“Fuck, noooooo, damn it.”

A swat to her thigh was her reward, and Ronan’s voice held an edge of steel.

“Such foul language from my girl. I think she needs something else to occupy that mouth.”

Before she could even grasp his intentions, the bed dipped next to her head, and he hooked his finger into her mouth to force it open. His scent enveloped her when he pushed his cock past her lips, and Tina eagerly opened wider.

Her scalp stung, as Ronan wrapped his hands into her hair and fucked her mouth. It took mere moments for his cock to pulse and for the first drops of his cum to hit the back of her throat.

Tina swallowed, but Ronan pulled out and the hot splashes of his seed hit her breasts instead. Ronan’s bear roared with so much intensity the bed shook, and Tina’s stomach clenched in need. Fire raced through her veins, and then Ronan kissed her with so much heated intensity it left her in no doubt of his feelings. He kissed a path along her jaw and down her neck, where he suckled the sensitive skin with enough force to leave a hickey.

“You look so fucking hot dripping in my cum. You’re mine, Tina, and I want everyone to know that.” The growled words sent her pussy into spasms, and when he clicked the vibrator back on, Tina screamed as her orgasm raced through her.

 

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

#Book Cover Reveal: Kiss My Lips by @StellaEA #Sexy #Romance

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Title: Kiss My Lips
(Holiday Series #2) Will one kiss seal their love?
Author: Stella Eromonsere-Ajanaku
Series: Holiday Series
Genre: Romance/Contemporary/Multicultural/Interracial
ISBN: 978-1502776549
Release Date: Wednesday 29th October 2014
Cover Artist: Love Bites And Silk
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Smouldering desire & red-hot passion under the stars

Accepting Logan’s marriage proposal was the most exciting event of Lorna’s life. But deciding in what country to marry her fiancé proved to be more than a tearful ordeal. When Lorna’s dad announced unexpected news, the wedding wheels spun in a different direction.

With other family members stirring conflict, would there be a wedding? Or would their shared kiss deepen their desire?

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Logan half-glared and half-grinned at Lorna. “Do you want to get us knocked out?” He railed, suppressing a smile as he returned his face to the road ahead. “Don’t turn me on while I’m driving, Lorna. Else, I might find a cozy place to take you up on your offer.”

Grinning from ear-to-ear, she ran her fingers up and down her thighs. Threading them through her ribbed jeans, she threw him a subtle stare and formed her round lips into a kiss.

Logan did a double take. “Have you been taking classes on how to ensnare me with your feminine wiles, Lorna? Are you promising me a randy sex session?”

Instead of answering, Lorna ran her forefinger across her lips and slid it down her narrow chin and long neck. She blew him a kiss and dipped the same finger into her cleavage. Her gaze remained on the street ahead.

“Lorna, you’re heating me up,” Logan groaned, his large hands gripping the wheel as he exhaled sharply.

When she didn’t stop, Logan swung the wheel, turned right and drove into a quiet neighbourhood. In a flash, he reached for her seat, reclined it to sleeping position and leaned across her body.

Blood coursed through her veins and pounded in her ears and her breath came out in short spurts. Every pore in her body lit up as his chest pushed against her breasts. Logan’s fingers held her neck as he ground his lips over hers, possessing every inch of her mouth with hot kisses. Her nipples budded and strained against his muscled chest, sending scorching fire ripping through the spot between her thighs.KissMyLips_FullPrintCover

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Stella’s a fun loving mother of two, married to her very own gorgeous alpha male who satisfies her romantic appetite.

Writing romance novels is now her full time passion. In 2010, Stella created Flirty & Feisty Romance Novels laced with the right cocktail of blazing passion, intrigue & toe-curling romance set in fascinating Africa, enticing Europe and America. There are seven contemporary romance novels in the basket; Loitering Shadows, Stormy Defense, Beyond the Lady, The Gardener’s Ice Maiden, Sparkling Dawn, Husband to Rent, Stolen Valentine Kiss (Holiday Series #1).

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#BookSpotlight #Giveaway Cafe In The Park by @ElodieParkes #Sexy #Romance

Cafe in the Park by +Elodie Parkes
Sizzling contemporary romance with paranormal threads
Publisher: Siren Bookstrand
Blurb
When Emily joins a dating agency, she never expects to meet someone like Chris. Everything she ever hoped for in a man, he’s special in more ways than one. Their intense attraction to each other is fueled by their shared loneliness.
Will Emily find out his shocking secret when someone from his past comes back
to haunt him?
How can love blossom, when someone is trying to tear them apart?
This is erotic, contemporary romance that sizzles. It has paranormal and suspense threads. Siren has classified it as ‘sexstreme’ so you can expect it to be hot.
 
He groaned. She wanted him. He sensed it. He scented her desire. The air vibrated, saturated with sexual longing. “I’m hungry for you. I want you badly. I can’t think straight for wanting you naked in my arms. I know we’ve just met. I’m
sorry.”
She shook her head. “I want you, too.” She moved to take his hands. She led him down her hall to a room.
As they went through the door, Chris realized it was her bedroom. He saw the balcony window he’d stared through before.
She turned and offered her dress zipper to him. The movement of her hair released a clean yet heady perfume.
He fumbled for a second. The nape of her neck enticed him. He kissed her shoulder as he pulled down the zip. When his fingers encountered her panties he moved back to watch as she shook the dress from her shoulders, and down her arms. It slipped to the floor, past her hips. She stood before him, and his breath left him. Her bra was barely there, her panties like a tiny band of lace. He
gathered her into his arms slowly, fighting down the urge to pull her to the
floor and fuck her hard.
He merged his lips with hers in a kiss that closed his eyes with lust. His body heavy with desire, his cock painfully hard, strained at his clothes. The
pressure of her fingers as she unfastened his pants sent a buzz of excitement
over his skin. Tonight he’d worn a suit. The pants came undone easily, and her
fingertips trailed over the head of his cock. A groan formed in his throat. He
shuddered as she grasped his cock.
“You’ll make me come. I’m out of practice. That feels great.” His voice sounded strange. He shook as sweat beaded on his forehead.
Emily let him go carefully. “You’re hot.” She laughed. “I mean you’re warm. Let’s get these clothes off you.”
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Café in the Park released September 9
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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 Press, Moon Rose Publishing, Eternal Press, Secret Cravings, Evernight, Siren and Ra Jones Anthology

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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#BookReview Bear Heart by @ElyzabethVaLey #NFT @EvernightPub

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Is it possible for a man locked in darkness and despair to find love? Does he deserve hope and happiness?
These are the questions posed by this erotic fairy tale, Bear Heart. Simon is a soldier who returns from war and finds that the woman he loves has married another. Driven by hatred and convinced by the wiles of a mischevious witch, he seeks revenge.
Years later he is can only be a man during the night and a bear during the day and lives in the woods without human contact. Unfortunately for him, he cannot die even when sometimes he wishes it. Regret is his constant companion until he meets a little girl, Morgana, who has the ability to speak to his mind.
Gradually, Simon falls in love with Maggie, who is Morgana’s governess. But Simon’s past shadows him even as happiness is on the horizon. Can he ever be whole again?
This is a beautiful story about finding light after living in darkness for a long time, about hope in the middle of despair. It is also a sizzling hot read and I enjoyed it very much.
Bear Heart by +Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Series: Witches’ Mischief, book 4
Genre: Naughty Fairy Tale, Fantasy, Historical, Erotic, Romance

Blurb:

By day a bear, by night a man.

Half a century ago Simon Lancaster loved a woman. But when he committed a crime and was seduced by a witch his fate was sealed. Forced to live as a shifter by day and human by night, he becomes hopeless.

He believes there is nothing left in life for him. That is, until he meets Margaret O’Hare. An unconventional woman, Margaret makes him feel whole again, but he doesn’t know if he can allow the walls he has erected around his heart to lower, no matter how much he grows to care for her.

As their time together has them becoming closer, he starts to trust and love again. But a happily ever after might not be in Simon’s future as dark shadows emerge to destroy what he has built with Margaret.

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“Oh.”

He grasped her waist with a hand, steadying her and licked the anal whorl again. She moaned and thrust back against him. With his other hand Simon reached between her legs. He groaned. She was hot and wet. Margaret spread her legs as he touched her vulva, further spreading the liquid coating her. He tickled her entrance, teasing it with the tip of his index finger. Margaret moaned. She rocked her body, searching for his elusive touch. He pushed the digit into her depths.

“Simon.”

He inserted another finger and rotated them; searching for that spot he once knew to drive women wild. She moved against him and he realized that his hold on her hip was almost punishing. He loosened his fingers and dove into the crack of her bottom, licking and tasting it with ravenous hunger. Maggie cried out, no doubt not expecting the sudden assault. He pushed another finger into her, pumping them in and out hard and fast. She muttered his name, desperately moving against him and searching for release.

Simon pulled back. He removed his fingers from her core and took them into his mouth. His taste buds exploded with her tangy yet sweet flavor. Harshly, he spun her around. He glanced up at her. Her chest heaved, her heavy breasts moving with each breath. The rosy nipples extended and beckoning him to suck on them. At the same time, her pussy called to him. It’s musky scent permeating the air.

“I want to eat you, Maggie. Put you on a silver platter and feast on you, all of you, from top to bottom,” he said, his voice coming out husky.

Margaret held out her hand. Simon took it and she tugged. He got to his feet, and looked down at her, confused. Her inquisitive hands, so small compared to his, reached beneath his shirt, tugging. He aided her efforts and slipped the offending garment over his head glad that he did not possess a cravat, a vest, or any other item that would keep her hands from touching him. She stepped closer to him and rested her lips on his chest. He heard her inhale, as if she too was committing his scent to memory.

A soft sigh escaped her lips before she moved, dropping tiny kisses across his flesh. He growled as her teeth found his nipple and bit it. Margaret chuckled and repeated the process, lavishing the hurt with the flat of her tongue and making him wonder who was feasting on who. Lower and lower she dropped, following the trail of hair that curled to his cock. His breath caught as she stopped at the hem of his trousers and glanced up at him. Darkened by passion her eyes resembled a pine tree wet after a furious storm. A devious smile lighted her face as she easily unfastened his clothes and drew his cock out from within. Her warm breath caressed his throbbing member as she silently grasped it.

“Margaret.”

“You’re not the only one that’s hungry, Simon.”

Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.

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Ya Like That by +Iyana Jenna

GENRE: BDSM •
Contemporary • Erotic Romance • Fiction • Gay
LENGTH: 12,776 words/ Novella
Evan Foster is left with nothing after his father screwed up their family company. Evan’s father ended up in jail, his mother in a mental institution, and they lost all their possessions to the bank. Evan dropped out of college and he still has to pay for his mother’s treatment. He has a job at a diner but it isn’t nearly enough.

Brian Donaghue is a millionaire with a multinational company but isn’t lucky in love. When he sees the picture Evan sends in with a resume, he’s immediately interested. But the way he ropes Evan into his company is far from conventional. Brian makes Evan an offer he can’t refuse.

Or can he?

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Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
Evan’s heart constricted looking at the huge manor standing before him. It reminded him of his family’s former house although that wasn’t as big as this. He shook off the mental picture and strode to the security post, another thing different from his family’s home.“Hi. I’m Evan Foster. I have an appointment with Mr. Donaghue.” The security guy looked him up and down, making him squirm.

“Can I have your driver’s license?”

Evan gave the man his driver’s license and got a visitor’s card in return.

“Thanks.” He turned toward the house.

“Wait. There’s a message for you.”

“Huh?” Evan took the envelope from the security guard’s hand and opened it. There was only one small piece of paper inside and he took it out.

Go into the house and come to the room at the end of the hall.

Evan frowned. It sounded like a line taken from a bad porn movie. Or perhaps Mr. Donaghue just liked to joke around.

Evan climbed up the short flight of stairs to the porch and reached out for the door knob.

“Hello?” His voice echoed in the large empty hall. Inside, it was dimly lit just like it was outside the house. Evan braced himself. He had permission to be there and instructions. He might as well do what he had to do.

Evan knew he had to get to the room at the end of the hall but he couldn’t help but feel intrigued and wanted to look around. Everything a mansion should have was here in this house: a vast welcoming area for guests, carpeted stairs spiraling up to the next level, and old portraits hung on the walls above the railing. Once he almost strayed, completely spell bound. He shook himself mentally and turned back to the hall.

After passing several rooms and doors, he got to the end of the corridor. He guessed it was the one on the left, for the one on the right was some feet before that. Evan tried the door. It was unlocked and dark inside. He felt around and found the switch. His breath hitched at the sight he was welcomed with. The room was bare, save for the thick red rugs on the floor and another piece of paper. Evan was written across it. He picked it up, turned it over, and read another message for him. Suddenly all of the air felt like it was being sucked out of his lungs. His sight blurred and his knees turned to jelly. He staggered until his back hit the wall, the pain throwing him back to awareness. He looked at the paper once more, hoping that it was just a figment of his twisted imagination. It wasn’t. The message still read the same.

Take off your shirt and shoes. Kneel on the floor in the middle of the room. Put your arms behind your head.

What was that supposed to mean? He signed a contract to be a personal assistant and not some … sex slave or something. Or was that what they meant by personal assistant? Bile bubbled up in his throat. So it was for this reason that they paid him high, huh? A high-class whore? Evan wanted to run away, not having anything to do with them or the man named Brian Donaghue, whoever he was. He just wanted to forget he’d ever brushed with this … this kind of stuff.

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Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Betsy, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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The Life by @BethanyKris #Sexy Mafia Romance $20 GC #Giveaway

Sequel to The Arrangement The Russian Guns, Book Two
Release Date: August 4th, 2014
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The mafia life is a dangerous one revolving around honor, duty, and greed—a troublesome thing like love isn’t meant to play a part, but no one follows the rules.

Surrounded by men waiting for the Russian mob boss to show weakness, Anton Avdonin should have known showering affection so openly on his new bride wasn’t a good idea. Of course, that didn’t stop him. When Anton’s wife begins attracting unwanted attention from an unknown source, he’s determined to find out just who is playing the risky game and put a stop to it by whatever means necessary.
From a Cosa Nostra princess to a Bratva queen, Viviana “Vine” Avdonin was made for the life. Pregnant, safe, and loved, she’s more than happy to move on from the history that haunts her to start out fresh. Then again, someone else has other plans. Old rivals from the past and bad blood from the present have mixed in the worst way, threatening to take away the things Viviana loves the very most. No matter what, she can’t let that happen.
Both Viviana and Anton know there’s only one way this can all end and it’s up to them to do it. But, who is behind the veiled threats and personal attacks, and how far are they willing to go to get what they want? When the truth finally surfaces, the consequences will be devastating and no one could have seen it coming.
In a life where everybody plays for keeps and no one fights fair, one mistake might cost them everything.
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Anton rested back to the headboard to catch his breath and brought his wife closer to his side with one arm. Not bothering to make any attempt to leave his sweaty grasp, Viviana laid a soft kiss to his arm as his hand rubbed up her naked side.

After falling into bed around three in the morning once Erik and Ivan were gone, Anton was woken up by his wife not a couple of hours later. It wasn’t like her to be up so early, never mind wanting to fuck like they had, given the new pressure and pain she’d been experiencing in the mornings. Anton had no idea what came over Viviana, but he sure as hell wasn’t about to complain.

Their coupling had been rough—rougher than he liked given her stage of pregnancy. But even when he tried to slow them down, to take her softer, Viviana wouldn’t have it. Anton wasn’t one to deny his wife, especially not of that.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled into the palm of his hand. Even though his body was still humming from her high, his mind was downright exhausted. Three hours of sleep wasn’t new to Anton, but he could use a bit more. “Thanks for the wake-up call, baby.”

Viviana giggled, but even the sound felt off. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Hey,” he said into her hair. The grip he had on her tightened momentarily. “What’s wrong?”

“Hmm?” Viviana turned just enough to lean up and press her silken mouth to the underside of his jaw. “Nothing, just thinking about Sergei.”

“Don’t fret over that idiot. He’s not even a blip on my radar. We’ll get that dinner done and move on.”

Anton was lying through his teeth, but concerning his wife just wasn’t okay with him. What he wanted her doing was focusing on the end of her pregnancy, their son, and her health. He was the boss, so he’d handle the Bratva issues. There was no way she was going to be brought into the crossfire of Sergei’s nonsense, so he didn’t think she had any need to be properly informed.

“Actually,” he said, thinking about his conversation the night before with his spies. “I think you might just show, and then go. You haven’t been feeling terribly great lately, so it’s not a stretch to think you might not feel well that day. Just stay long enough to say hello, forgive Tatiana if you want, and then Rory will escort you home and Joe will follow. Business as usual.”

“Forgive her if I want,” she repeated dully.

“It’d be better if you did, or at least say you do, but it’s not expected. You did ask for her, though, so you have to be respectful about whatever you choose to do.”

Viviana snorted. “When am I ever not? Can I claw her eyes out after?”

“No,” Anton said, laughing. That’d surely be a sight. He bet Viviana would give Tatiana one hell of a run for her money. “Not while you’re pregnant with my child, anyhow.”

“Yeah, but making her swallow a few teeth would sure make me feel a heck of a lot better.”

“My God. You know there’s nothing there, right? Her and me, I mean. That’s not … It’s just not there, baby. You don’t have to be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, Anton.” Strangely, he believed her. Viviana shrugged under the weight of his arm resting around her shoulders. “Why should I be … of Tatiana? I have exactly what she doesn’t. Everything she thought should have been hers is mine. I have your life, your son, and your love. Even if she was nothing more than your whore, which she isn’t, she still wouldn’t have any of those things. So no, I’m not jealous of that girl. On the other hand, I do wonder if she is envious of me.”

“I have no doubt of that.”

Viviana sighed. “Exactly. Tatiana has defied her father, you, and God knows how many others just to hurt me once. That was before we were married, before Demyan, and she only managed to sling words. This time might be different. At this dinner, she’s going to see me pregnant, happy, and protected, all because of you. Again, all that she doesn’t have and everything she wanted. So it brings me back to safety, I guess. You made it clear you don’t want her in any way so would she hurt me, or worse your baby, because of her resentment? Is she that crazy over you?”

Anton stayed silent, letting his wife’s words sink in as he considered them. It wasn’t that what she said didn’t make sense, because it did, but he wondered why Viviana had asked for Tatiana’s presence at all.

“You asked for her to be there, Vine. If you were worried about all of this, why ask at all?”

“I also asked for no guns.”

“And I’ll make sure that’s adhered to as best I can,” Anton said, still feeling confused. “You won’t take a step into any establishment unless it is weapon free.”

Viviana felt tense in his arms. “You don’t need a gun to kill someone.”

“She won’t have any chance to be alone with you.”

“I know.”

“Then what?” Anton asked.

“I want this done,” she said so low he strained to hear. “Put an end to it, however you have to. I don’t want to worry about her or her goddamned family after it’s over. I don’t want to think if she can’t hurt me, she’ll go to the next best thing.”

“You’re worried she’ll try to hurt Demyan.”

“Or you. To me, that’s just as bad.”

“You know that’d never—”

“No, I don’t,” Viviana interrupted coolly. “But if I didn’t have them to worry about, it’d be one less thing for me to consider.”

It was only then that her hidden meanings were starting to dawn on Anton. Viviana never asked him for anything in regards to business. She didn’t like to have her hands in his pots, so to speak. This was entirely different, especially if she was asking what he thought she was asking.

“Come on, Vine …”

“I want it done,” she repeated thickly. “Please.”

“On your head, though? You want that on your mind, bloodying up your hands, too?”

“Please?”

“Stop it,” Anton said, practically spitting the words. “Fuck, just don’t say that shit. I’ll handle it.”

“Before or after one of us is dead?”

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The Arrangement by Bethany-Kris
The Russian Guns, book 1
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Inspiration for The Good Sister by @LSJRomance #Audiobook #Giveaway

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today to talk about my audiobook, The Good Sister: Part One. This is the first of a two-book erotic contemporary series, and was not only a labor of love to write, but also one to transform into audio.

Inspiration to write, for me anyway, comes from so many different things. A place, a picture, a song, a poem, and even quotes. The idea for The Good Sister came from a quote, and blossomed into a two book series. Here’s the quote that started it all:

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.

–Francois Rabelais

Along with the original inspiration, there’s also my love for music. All types of music. In fact, I find listening to music to be a necessity when I write. *Smiles* So, I thought I’d share my top ten songs that lean to the tone/feel of Trinity’s story. Who knows, you might find we have something in common with a song you love, or you might find something new you haven’t heard. Either way, I hope you enjoy The Good Sister: Part One, and gain a little insight into some of my inspiration while writing.

Top Ten Playlist for The Good Sister

  1. One Direction – What Makes You Beautiful
  2. The Veronicas – Untouched
  3. Blue October – Ugly Side
  4. Bonnie Raitt – I Can’t Make You Love Me
  5. Rascal Flatts – I’m Movin’ On
  6. Adele – Promise This
  7. Taylor Swift – White Horse
  8. David Cook – Time of My Life
  9. Marcus Foster – I Was Broken
  10. Train – Marry me

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The Good Sister, Part One by +London Saint James
Contemporary Erotic Romance

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Trinity Lane Winslow feared everything and lived her life vicariously through others. She dreamed of the impossible, yearning to be the kind of woman men desired—especially Reid Addison.

Reid Addison feared nothing, except how the mousey little blonde daughter of his housekeeper made him feel. Even though Trinity Winslow wasn’t his type, there was something intriguing about her.

Lord Ashton Archer lived a fairy tale life with property all over the world, was heir to a ducal dynasty, and had women fawning all over him. Anything a man could want, he obtained by the snap of his fingers.

By a twist of fate the three of them find their way into the same illicit world of the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau. But will they find what each of them truly desires? Or will they always long for the forbidden?

Note: The Good Sister: Part One is a 2-book series. It is best read/listened to in order.

 

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