Blurb – Not Vanilla (Voyeurism)
USA Today Bestselling Author Roz Lee, and Bestselling Author Jennifer Lynne, invite you to taste the forbidden in a brand-new series offering a tantalizing glimpse into a range of “flavors” that are definitely not vanilla!
The first in this series, Not Vanilla (Voyeurism), includes Watch Me by Jennifer Lynne and Lookin’ Good by Roz Lee. These sexy, novellette-length stories are designed to take you into the erotic world of the watcher and the watched, while still holding onto the romance.
Blurb – Lookin’ Good by Roz Lee
I wish I had never told Travis my deepest, darkest secret—that I like to watch. I should have known he would want to give me my heart’s desire. I love him more than anything, but I hate him for using my weakness to try to win me back. Moreover, I hate myself for not being able to turn down the gifts he brings me. ~ Bailey Rose
Blurb – Watch Me by Jennifer Lynne
I was so afraid, when my husband uncovered my secret. Afraid he’d hate me, or think me disgusting, or be completely turned off. Equally scared this watching game I play with our sexy neighbor might be shut down for good. Can William bring himself to join my addictive Sunday night ritual, or will he force me to choose between the man I love, and the sexual urges that consume me? ~ Isabel
Adult- rated excerpt: Lookin’ Good by Roz Lee
If Travis ever gave up the rodeo he could make a fortune as a porn star. He has the moves. You know how the guys are always angling the woman for the camera shots? Moving her hair, adjusting her legs? Travis wouldn’t need directing. Ever mindful of me watching, he does subtle things in such a sexy way the women he’s with never realize he’s doing it for someone else.
He works her skirt up over her hip. Her bare globes resemble twin orbs in the firmament. I doubt she even realizes he’s tucked the hem into the waistband, so she’s mooning me, and anyone else who happens to walk past. He parts her, exposing her thong. She might as well be wearing nothing.
I can almost feel his calloused fingers moving on my skin as he dives down her crack, slipping beneath the thin ribbon to find her honey. She’s so into him—what with the tonsil hockey going on upstairs and his fingers diddling her downstairs—she doesn’t even care when he slides his hand lower and hikes her knee up to his hip. He tucks her ankle behind his thigh then goes back to exploring her ass.
She’s open to him, and he takes advantage.
My pussy throbs, aching for the same kind of attention. Not being into delayed gratification, I slip my hand beneath the hem of my skirt. Geez, I’m wet. It’s no problem at all to slip two fingers inside my honey pot. My imagination runs at full force, conjuring up thick fingers rough with callouses earned from years of hard work to replace my much softer, slender ones. I scent my own arousal and bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning. I sniff the air like a mare in heat, hoping to catch a whiff of my stud. My imagination produces the bouquet, too—or maybe it’s real, lingering from the sixty seconds he was near me earlier. I don’t fuckin’ care either way. I’m so crazy with lust I could fuck a fence post.
Using the hand he has tangled in her hair, he jerks her face away from his. She’s panting. On the edge and desperate. I can’t blame her, I’m pretty much there myself. Travis mumbles something in her ear then searches her face for agreement. I’m no lip-reader, but I know the word please when I see it.
Adult-rated excerpt: Watch Me by Jennifer Lynne
I can’t get enough of watching him with another woman… The way he grips the back of her head so firmly when he draws her close to kiss her parted lips. The way his fingers disappear somewhere beneath the thick waves of her hair—a chestnut color tonight and only slightly lighter than my own.
I love the way he sucks on her bottom lip first, nibbling gently as if sampling her flavor before committing properly to the kiss.
Yes. Kiss her like that, until the flare of passion becomes fully ignited and you suddenly slam your groin into hers. Force her legs apart with one of your powerfully muscled thighs so she can ride you hard and that kiss becomes deeper and less controlled.
I’m starting to pant as I touch myself between the legs, my fingers circling my bud and teasing it out from between the folds now engorged with the heat of desire. But it isn’t enough. He’s grinding against her and she’s doing the same back to him. There’s nothing between them but a few pieces of clothing and soon those impediments will be ripped away, too.
I want that feeling of hard grind. I need it. I miss it.
Making love with Will used to induce that mood; the one where we were both balanced on the knife-edge of control and it felt like anything could happen. He and I were always good together in bed. I love that defining moment during sex, when the balance shifts and you fall headlong into a state where thought ceases and mindless madness reigns. Yes, we had that, Will and I, often, until…
Stop! Don’t think about it. Concentrate instead on Danny and the woman he’s chosen to pleasure this evening.
My hand shifts until I’m cupping my mound. I smack the flesh, jumping a little at the sting when I go a bit overboard on the pressure. It feels so satisfying I do it again, over and over, slapping hard until pain mixes effortlessly with the pleasure and I can’t bear the thought of continuing. But I don’t want to stop, either. It feels so fucking good.
Harder. Stop. Faster. Stop. I don’t want to come yet. It’s way too soon.
Buy links for Not Vanilla (Voyeurism)
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About the Authors
Jennifer Lynne writes sensual and erotic romance from her home in Melbourne, Australia. She is published with Red Sage and Breathless Press, and has forged a successful indie career with her popular GODS OF LOVE erotic series about sexy Greek gods searching for love in a modern-day world.
Jen loves her family, good coffee, red wine, and sitting by a cozy log fire watching the misty rain outside turn everything fresh and green. She hopes her tales of love and lust continue to excite readers, and her dream is one day to be able to write full-time.
Jennifer loves to hear from readers and fellow book lovers. She can be contacted via her website & blog, or sign up for her e-newsletter and never miss a new release.
USA Today Best-Selling author Roz Lee is the author of over twenty erotic romances. The first, The Lust Boat, was born of an idea acquired while on a Caribbean cruise with her family and soon blossomed into a five book series published by Red Sage. Following her love of baseball, she turned her attention to sexy athletes in tight pants, writing the critically acclaimed Mustangs Baseball series.
Roz has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. Roz and her husband have two grown daughters (and a new Son-in-law) they couldn’t be more proud of.
Even though Roz has lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”
When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of travel.
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