Hello everyone. My name is Doris and I’m delighted to be here at Sexy Romance Stories today. I was talking to my good friend Raven the other day, and she was having a bit of a rant about the word Trope. Now I laughed and teased her bit, because she really doesn’t like that word, but it got me thinking back to when I first started writing. I had no idea what in the dickens a Trope was. I’m sure you all know what a Romance Trope is. J

However, back then I didn’t know what POV was or head hopping, passive voice etc. to name but a few.

I’m still not all that familiar with the correct terminology if I’m honest, because I have never read a how to write romance book in my life. Mention the idea of plotting and my eyes glaze over, and my muse dies a little. You see, I’m a panster (yes, I did learn that term, lol). I start off with a vague idea and I let my characters guide me.  I never know what is going to happen when I sit down to write, and even when I have more than just a vague idea, my characters will go off on a tangent.

That is exactly what happened with The Billionaires Unwanted Virgin. I was aiming for a much lower heat level, but then my hero decided that he needed a wife, and once they were married all bets were off. These two sizzle and their Marriage Of Convenience (yes, I use a well-known Romance Trope—I did learn what that word means—lol) turns into a love match.

There’s plenty of twists and turns and emotional angst on their way to their Happy Ever After, of course.

I leave you with the blurb a hot and definitely Adult only excerpt.

Blurb:

Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy.  When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.

Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.

Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, rimming, anal sex, wax play, erotic asphyxiation

Excerpt:                                            

He’d bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?

Would she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?

“Lakota?” Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now he had his woman where he wanted her.

“I’m here, my sweet. Relax.”

She drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed her again.

“Remember those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?”

She stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled.

“I see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me.”

He’d gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He’d bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the pleasure this play brought.

She flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin.

He drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering tummy.

By the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a growled, “Come for me, baby.”

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Alice came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.

She was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.

Her body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he’d traced a word into her lower abdomen—Mine.

Alice bit back her tears, and Lakota’s hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked it.

“I will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I’m not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a knife.”

“Do we have to take it off?”

He grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered.

“I don’t want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don’t know how your skin will react.”

Alice smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words.

“I seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay.”

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Author Bio:

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.

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Thank you for inviting me to your blog. I’d like to introduce you to my third short story in my Love Charm series. Love Charm for Carlotta.

 Blurb: Carlotta doesn’t believe in love charms. Especially not when the bad boy hockey player from her past suddenly re-appears in her life. But the small town island atmosphere of Martha’s Vineyard conspires against her when she tries to escape him. Jace, and her memories, are everywhere she turns. Is it the love charm working, or something else? Do people change, or will she be courting heartbreak again if she succumbs to her high school sweetheart?

Carlotta owns a bakery on Martha’s Vineyard. Jace loves these rolls and thought you might enjoy the recipe.

Ingredients

• 2 cups milk
• 2 packages active dry yeast
• 1/2 cup warm water
• 1/3 cup white sugar
• 1/3 cup vegetable oil
• 1 tablespoon baking powder
• 2 teaspoons salt
• 1 egg
• 7 cups all-purpose flour (6 cups white; 1 cup whole wheat)
• 1 cup packed brown sugar
• 1/2 cup butter
• 2 tablespoons light corn syrup
• 1 cup chopped pecans
• 1/4 cup butter, softened
• 1/2 cup white sugar
• 1 1/2 tablespoons cinnamon

Directions

1. Warm milk in a saucepan until it bubbles. Remove from heat. Let cool until lukewarm. In a small bowl, dissolve yeast in warm water. Let stand until creamy, about 10 minutes.
2. In a large bowl, combine yeast mixture, milk, sugar, oil, baking powder, salt, egg and 3 cups flour. Beat until smooth. Stir in the remaining flour, beating well after each ½ cup addition. When the dough has pulled together, turn it onto a floured surface and knead until smooth and elastic, 8 minutes. Lightly oil a large bowl, place the dough in the bowl and coat with oil. Cover with a damp cloth and let rise in a warm place until doubled in volume, about 1 hour.
3. Heat brown sugar and 1/2 cup butter until melted. Remove from heat; stir in corn syrup. Divide mixture between two 9×13 inch baking pans. Sprinkle 1/2 cup pecans in each pan.
4. When dough has doubled in size, punch down and turn onto a floured surface. Roll out into a large rectangle and spread with butter. Sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon. Starting with the long side, roll up the rectangle into a log, and slice into 1 inch rolls. Place rolls in pans. Wrap pans with aluminum foil. Refrigerate at least 12 hours, no longer than 48.
5. Let rolls stand in a warm place until doubled in size, about 30 minutes. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
6. Bake uncovered until golden 30 to 35 minutes. Immediately invert pan on serving plate. Wait for 1 or 2 minutes before removing pan.

A tip from Jace: If you like your treats to be as sweet as Carlotta is, double the ingredients in Step 3 to make more of the topping.

Excerpt:

Jace hopped off the bike as it rocked to a stop.

“What are you doing?” Carlotta said. “I thought we were just going for a ride.”

Jace wanted to growl. Where was the girl who would have hopped off the bike, thrown her arms around him, and laughed with sheer joy? How could he find her again?

“Come on.” He pulled her off the Harley. “I want to see the breeze blowing your hair.” Actually, he wanted to see it flowing all over his stomach, but he wasn’t dumb enough to say so. Yet.

“I’ve been meaning to cut my hair,” Carlotta said.

“No way. It’s perfect.” He ran his hand lightly through her black curls. He’d enjoy the great view if he ever did get her to go down on him again.

She shivered, and he had to stifle the urge to grab her and tumble her down to the ground.

“I need to go home now,” she said.

“You used to love this beach.”

“I still come here.” She met his gaze. “Alone.”

He stepped closer and cupped a hand around her face. “Come on, Carlotta. I’ve got a whole lotta something for you.”

“That,” she said tartly, “is the worst line I’ve ever heard.”

But she didn’t step out of his reach and her eyes were sparkling again.

“You know I can be a goofball.” He touched the corner of her mouth. “I just wanted to put a smile on your face.”

For a moment, she stared at him in the moonlight. A sharp breeze blew off the water, and the surf lapped at the shore.

And then she licked his finger.

Jace caught his breath, afraid to move. He knew an invitation when he got it, but, for a moment, he was unsure of his approach. Would he scare her off if he let her see the passionate urgency that was overwhelming him? Or would he give her too much time to think if he tried a slow and gradual seduction?

“Carlotta—” he murmured. He slipped his finger into her mouth.

She sucked it in, and licked it again. While keeping her eyes fixed on him.

He thought he might come on the spot, fully clothed, while he explored her warm, wet mouth.

A lone seagull shrieked overhead, and Carlotta jerked back. She looked at him, her eyes wide. “What am I doing? I don’t even like you.”

Shit. Major check. “Of course you do, sweetie.” He bent down and kissed the side of her neck. “You’ve liked me since the day I gave you a dandelion in first grade.”

“I was easy then. I’ve grown up now.”

“So I’ve noticed.” He stroked his hands down the sides of her curvy body. “I can’t tell you how much I like your grown-up parts.” He touched the underside of her breasts.

“Jace,” she said in a warning tone. “I don’t want—”

He feathered his thumbs over her nipples and she gasped.

“You don’t want what?” he asked. He strained to keep his touch light as her nipples beaded.  The wait for her consent was torturing him.

“Carlotta?” Slowly, lightly, he continued to stroke her. She had to give in. He would die, otherwise.

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We are pleased to welcome erotic romance author Cari Silverwood to the Sexy Romance Stories blog. She’s talking today about sexual fantasies in romance books. Without further ado, here’s Cari…

Capture fantasy – one of the common sexual fantasies swirling about in women’s minds is this one. From ye olde historical bodice rippers, to the many books by John Norman, where women are kidnapped and taken to the planet Gor, to the current ones that range amongst every setting known to erotic authors.

Some stories are definitely romances, where dubious consent and forced seductions are euphemisms for “take me and I’ll say no but inside I really mean yes.” Eventually both the man and the woman get on the same wavelength and the Happily Ever After ending cruises into place. Since in reality this would be rape – because no man can read minds, this type of book scenario is perhaps the one way women can safely indulge.

Some stories go even further and do the Gor thing, by which I mean that there is not necessarily any romance at the end of the trail.

And the stories that are really dark are truly no more than rape even in the story. Yet some women do like reading these. These are still fantasies. If anyone in real life were to assume the women who read these really want rape, they might swiftly find their testicles transplanted into their cranium, by means of a stiletto heel.

Interestingly, just to show how BDSM is in a way just the ultimate game for indulging in your fantasies – people do role play capture fantasy and pretend rape is happening. But, but, but, it IS consensual, and it IS agreed upon beforehand. And the woman can use her special safeword and say stop at any time. I’ve known husbands and wives who play at this type of adult game.

Importantly, of course, not every woman likes reading capture fantasies, or wants to pretend, and for some it is the ultimate horror to pretend in any way, shape, or form.

When I wrote Take Me, Break Me, I wanted to explore the capture fantasy in a new way. I wanted to try to make readers think about their fantasies, and I wanted to set my story in a modern contemporary setting, and yet still have the man a good guy. Hard to do? Definitely, for me at least.

How can you write a man into a story who would do this and yet still be a moralistic person who cares and who isn’t a sociopath? You’ll have to read the story to see if I managed it.

Is this book even a capture fantasy? This is a question I have been wondering about. I wrote it so it is difficult for me to see the trees of the forest for all the words in the way. I’m going to wait and find out what readers tell me they see.

One of the most fascinating aspects of this story was telling half of it from the POV (Point of View) of Klaus. I could show him wrestling with his own emotions and thoughts in a way that’s impossible to understand if you can’t hear him think. Yes, he’s a loud thinker. But at times in the story, even I wasn’t sure which side of the abyss Klaus would fall into if pushed.

Blurb for Take Me, Break Me – Released March 7^th, 2013 and available from Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, Smashwords and eventually from B&N and other retailers:

Jodie is scraping the barrel trying to stay afloat. An idea arrives that could rescue her finances and bring her together in a kinky way with a man she never gave up on. She’s terrified and fascinated, and tempted as hell.

Capture fantasies rule her eBook. Re-enacting one in a documentary would surely be irresistible viewing to millions of women?

But Jodie and Klaus discover that underneath an ordinary man dark desires may lurk. What will win in the end? The man and lover, or the monster?

Excerpt:

As I kissed and tasted the tears that had leaked from under the blindfold, I said in a harsh whisper, “I enjoyed seeing you scream and try to escape, loved seeing you dancing away from the cane. Your ass – I’d declare it a work of art. Yeah…” I touched our foreheads together and looked down over her face, stared into her blindfolded eyes, and at her trembling full lips and those amazing tears. I traced my finger down the wet track on one cheek.

My murmur was soft but as deadly, I hoped, as a knife thrust. “I never thought I’d say this, but I enjoy this. You might be in trouble.”

Truth and mind fuck rolled into one scorching bundle. Yes, she was in trouble, but then so was I.

I wanted to do it again. I’d saved her and cared for her so many times. She was a beautiful woman, with a mostly beautiful heart, and I wanted to hurt her and swallow those screams. God, I was so fucked up.

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We are so very happy to have Jai Turner visiting with us today! If you don’t know Jai, she’s the heroine in Jenna Ives new book, Programmed For Pleasure.

Hi! The members of Sexy Authors invited me here today because my story is, well… sexy. My name is Jai Turner, and I’m a female police agent for the Tau Cetus police force. My world is a lot like yours, just maybe a few years into the future.  We’ve had a Great War, which wiped out quite a bit of our population.  Prostitution is a billion-dollar industry, but the women (and men) in the profession are now robots. Sexbots, to be exact.

They’re machines who are programmed for pleasure.

Notoriously reclusive Marque Callex is our world’s most dangerous arms dealer. The police have had reports he’s secretly selling weapons to rogue nations, endangering the planet again, but we’ve never been able to get to him. So my boss, Commander Rainey, has arranged for the owner of Beautiful Dolls sexbots to issue an invitation to Marque for a week of free sex, and ordered me to go undercover as Marque’s personal sexbot to discover information that will lead to his arrest and conviction.

The fate of my world may literally rest on my (very naked) shoulders. No pressure there, right?

Anyway, Jenna Ives has written about my story in her new book Programmed For Pleasure. She’s agreed let you read this excerpt, and afterwards, she’ll be giving away a free copy of the e-book to a winner who can answer a question based on the excerpt.

Good luck!

            Chapter One

“Turner, I’m sending you undercover as a Beautiful Dolls sex toy.”

Jai Turner stared at her boss, Commander Talis Rainey, convinced she couldn’t have heard him right. She and her partner, Leith Wyatt, had been called into his office at the end of their duty shift. “Sir?”    

For an answer, Rainey pushed a button on the console on his desk. “Send in Mr. Carron.”

A minute later, a short man stood in the doorway. His eyes darted around the room nervously before he took a reluctant step into the office.

Rainey cleared his throat. “This is Anson Carron. The creator of Beautiful Dolls.”

If the abrupt and impersonal introduction annoyed their guest, he didn’t show it. His eyes had locked on Jai, and were scanning her up and down in a way that felt decidedly intimate despite the blue one-piece uniform she and everyone else on the Tau Cetus police force wore.

“Yes,” he murmured. “I suppose I can work with this.”

“This,” Rainey said hotly, “is Jai Turner, one of my best agents. She’s human.”

The little man shrugged. “She meets his prime criteria. Of course, it would be better if I could see her without her clothes on before I make a final assessment.”

Jai stiffened. “Commander!”

Rainey let out a sigh. “Sit. All of you.”

Instead, Carron took a step closer. “Can I touch her, at least?”

“Lay one finger on me, asshole,” Jai growled, “and it’ll be the last thing your hand ever does.” 

Behind his desk, Rainey scowled. “I said sit!”

The three of them held their adversarial positions for a moment, then took the hard chairs arrayed around Rainey’s desk.

The Commander looked at the partners. “Before I start, I have just one thing to say to you two. Marque Callex.”

Jai gasped. “What?”

The infamous name had both her and Wyatt leaning forward in their chairs.

“You know how long we’ve been trying to get close to this guy. We may now have a chance, albeit by a very unconventional route.” Rainey nodded toward their guest. “A month ago, Mr. Carron here ran afoul of the law. In an effort to save his neck – and his very lucrative business – he suggested a unique proposal in return for us not pursuing charges against him.”

“What kind of proposal?” Wyatt asked.

“Mr. Carron agreed to send out an… invitation… to Marque Callex, to sample the latest model of Beautiful Doll for free, in exchange for feedback on the product.”

Jai’s mouth set in a disgusted line. “And he accepted.”

“He did,” Rainey confirmed. “We told him that clients are able to customize their girl. Callex filled out the form specifying his ideal Beautiful Doll, and now all we have to do is fulfill his requirements. With you.”

Jai’s eyes went wide. “You want me to impersonate a sexbot?”

“He’s requested blonde hair. Blue eyes. Lean, athletic build.”

Jai let out a relieved breath. “Well, that rules me out. I’m brown-haired and brown-eyed.”

“Easily fixed,” her boss pointed out. “You fit the most important characteristic: athletic build. We can’t fake that, but we can correct the other things with hair dye and contact lenses.”

Uneasy, Jai leaned forward in her chair. “Sir, do you really think a man who can have any model of girl he wants, would pick a B-cup and not a triple-D? For a sexbot? Come on, Commander. Are you sure Callex is even serious about this?”

“Well, we’ll have our answer on Monday, if he shows up at the Beautiful Dolls boudoir. Until then, we’ll be prepping you for the assignment. That is, if you’re agreeable.”

Jai scowled. There was absolutely no way she was going to volunteer for this. Have sex on command? Not a chance. Besides, she could never pass for a sexbot. She had a heartbeat, for Christ’s sake!

Rainey sighed into the stubborn silence. “Do I really need to play the Joran Breaux card with either of you?”

            A spark of anger shot through Jai, even as she heard Wyatt shift uncomfortably on his chair. Joran was the second – and definitely much more personal – reason they were after Marque Callex. Joran had been sent in to infiltrate Callex Industries from the inside, to discover how one of the government’s top weapons contractors was secretly diverting arms to militant countries. Joran’s cover as an employee had seemed secure until two months ago, on the very day he’d scheduled a meeting with Marque Callex. Instead, Joran’s body had turned up – in pieces – in a nearby recycling center.

Jai would relish the chance to avenge the death of a fellow Tau Cetus agent, but was becoming a sex slave really the best way to do it?

Rainey scowled. “If you’re not up to it, Turner, I’ll find another female agent who’s more committed to her job.”

“I’m committed to my job, Commander,” she protested.

“I probably shouldn’t have even offered it to you two. Wyatt is too close to this case. I just thought he’d want a crack at the guy who murdered his partner. But you’re right, Turner. Wyatt could very well be a liability.”

“I didn’t say that–”   Damn. Now the Commander was accusing her of letting down the force and her new partner. The guy was a master manipulator.

Silence stretched in the room while Jai considered her options. Her very limited options. As in, none. “I’ll do it.”

“What?”

What real choice did she have? Marque Callex needed to be stopped. “I said I’ll do it, Commander. If this is our best – and possibly only – chance to get to Marque Callex, well, then, I’m in.”

  So… does this excerpt tempt you to read more about my upcoming week of sex with Marque Callex? And about whether I can coax him to spill incriminating information?

            If you’d like a chance to win a free e-copy of the book, answer this question:  what color are my eyes? The answer is mentioned in the excerpt above!

Author Jenna Ives will pick a random winner who has the correct answer, so check back here often.        

Thanks so much to all the Sexy Authors for letting me be here today!

Thanks for visiting with us, Jai! I think you may be the very first character, not to mention, Sexbot, to guest blog for us! Best of luck with your new mission. We’ll be standing by to see how you bring down Marque.

Programmed for Pleasure is available from these retailers -

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About the Author -

Jenna Ives has the typical problem that affects a lot of modern authors — multiple personality disorder. She writes for several different publishers under a variety of names, but mostly the reason is to keep her poor sainted mother (who used to read sweet Barbara Cartland novels) from having a heart attack over how sexy modern romances have become! And Jenna certainly DOES write sexy… You can visit her at www.jennaives.com

Today, we are fortunate to have the awesome Felice Fox as our guest. Please welcome her by turning on your smartphone and waving it back and forth above your head. That’s it! You’ve got it!

See the bright lights, Felice? Those are for you! Take it away….

The heroine of my bestselling erotic short “It’s Just Sext”, became an expert in the art of seduction through text messaging, or sexting, in just a few short months.

Sexting gets a lot of bad press—often due to celebrities or politicians misbehaving. But it is truly an exciting way to let your inner naughty girl express herself. Not everyone is comfortable at first, but all it takes is a little practice! Here are some tips on how to make the best of your own sexting experience.

Delete, Delete, Delete!

Even if you’re in a committed relationship and you trust your partner, keep in mind that phones often get lost, stolen or otherwise fall into curious hands. Ask your partner to delete racy photos right away, or send them using an app such as Snapchat or Poke, which cause photos to self-destruct several seconds after viewing. It’s the digital equivalent of flashing and pretty damn sexy if you ask me. There are ways to thwart the apps, however. A recipient with fast fingers may take a screen shot of your photo before it self-destructs. Also, there have been reports that self-destructing videos are stored in such a way as to be retrieved and viewable later, if you know where to look (I don’t, so don’t ask me!).

Dirty Words

Sexting isn’t all about provocative photos. Start with quick and dirty phrases—think sweethearts candy, but x-rated—or remind them of something they did that you enjoyed. Here are a few fill in the blanks to get you started:

• I wish I could _____ your ______ right now.
• I loved it when you ______ my _______.
• I loved ______ing your ______. I wanna do it again.

Send Them Your Sexy Best

Become an expert at snapping photos of yourself. Take the time to find your most flattering poses and angles. Take loads of test pics of you—or your best asset—from a variety of positions. Play with it! Do the supermodel runway thing until you get a few hot ones that show you at your most scrumptious. Snap those photos while laying in bed, on your belly, on your back, from the side, showing a whole lotta skin or just a little. Discover what works. Take bunches and expect to trash most of them. It takes time to get it right, but it will be worth it.

Who Me?

If you absolutely must send naked pics—and I don’t recommend this outside of a seriously committed, trusting, relationship—keep your face out of it.

She swore it was ‘just sext’, and nothing more…

Lauren has been texting for months with a man she met online, carefully editing the details of her life, sending him only the best of herself—the hottest pictures, the highlights of her day, and her most hard core sexual fantasies. A merchant marine, he traveled the world, so it was safe enough. They would never actually meet, so why not? Her self-esteem could use a little boost.

Marc’s “no talking, only texting” rule was strictly enforced when it came to the sexy thing he met online. She was his ultimate fantasy girl and he wanted to keep it that way. But when his ship is scheduled to dock in a port near her home, he lays it all on the line for the chance at a weekend of hot sex—and maybe something more.

When they finally meet, the heat that smoldered for months feels a lot like love. Forced to tease reality from fantasy, months of texting foreplay ignites into wildfire—something hotter, deeper and sweeter than they had ever imagined.

Excerpt from “It’s Just Sext” by Felice Fox

 Lauren sat down on a corner of the bed, switched the television on, then off again. She could sense his approach, somewhere in the dark, making his way to her from across the country, across the city, to this hotel, this room, this space, after months of pure, ridiculous, long-distance lusting over, of all things, text messaging.

She chose to meet him at a hotel, not let him into her home, her perfectly meted out personal space. She was crazy to let him in at all, but she didn’t know how to protect herself at this point. From a distance, she could, sure. He was just some guy sending her love notes, photos and videos, and who mysteriously refused to actually speak to her over the phone. But what would she do when he reached her door? Her limbs shook and she had to move. She couldn’t wait in the hotel room for him. Maybe if she met him in the lobby or on the street she could maintain some distance, a safe space between them for a little while longer. Give her time to think, settle into the idea of him being…real. Plus, from the lobby she could still run.

This had been her problem all along. She could not stay still when it came to him. He did something to her—his eyes, his lips, the way he touched himself and showed her everything without holding back. They all conspired to plough her under—make her lose her footing and stumble onto her own hand, rubbing almost incessantly to soothe over and over again, her constant state of arousal. She was like a trained pet—one look at him and her little cunt was overheated and begging. Her own sense of propriety kept her from giving in and telling him what she wanted, what she would do to him given the chance. But he knew well enough. That was why he was almost here, after all.

He had sent her photo after naked photo of himself, and each time she found herself wanting a little more. It had been going on for months since they discovered each other’s profiles online. She lived in Santa Monica, and he worked on cruise ships. Marc spent his months circling the globe from one port to the next—though never anywhere near hers. Until now.

She imagined herself on her knees, taking him in, feeling the press of his hands behind her head, forceful, adamant, fingers twisted in her hair while he fucked her mouth. She would grasp the backs of his strong thighs and arch her back to look up at him whenever he let up on her, catching his beautiful stare, his lips slack, shiny, and bitten red. He was so bad, so very bad for her. Wasn’t he?

It’s Just Sext is available now at Amazon. Perfect Sext, the next story in the series, will be available February 2013.

About Felice-

Felice attributes her love of romance novels to an early, feverish bout with The Kissing Disease. Take Me for Longing, a current Amazon bestseller, was her fiction debut. Her latest release, It’s Just Sext, hit #1 on Amazon’s Bestselling Sex Books list in less than three weeks.

Felice began writing professionally in 2001 and is a bestselling author in the non-fiction market. Her work appears in online learning courses and many popular retail websites.

She works, lives and loves in Los Angeles, California.

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We are delighted to welcome award-winning erotic author, Nina Pierce, to the Sexy Romance blog today, to talk about the growing phenomenon of the “cougar” and share an erotic snippet from her BDSM May/December story, MAID FOR MASTER. Without further ado, here’s Nina:

Thank you Roz, Chellesie, and Jennifer for letting me hang out with you today to chat about my favorite subject … erotic romance!

When you say the word, cougar, no one these days thinks of the furry animal that roams the mountainside. I think the majority of people see an older woman skulking through the bars in search of a young, virile man half her age.

It wasn’t meant as a term of endearment either.

For some reason men have been courting women half their age for decades. It seems no one ever blinked an eye when these nuptials took place. Even in these relationships it’s not the men who are frowned at, but the “gold-digging” wives. And now that women are following this trend, they’re considered predators preying on the young.

Huh?

Why is there such a discrepancy between these situations?  Well, the answer is as old as the differences between sexually active men and women in the 50’s and 60’s. One was considered to be a right-of-passage, the other slutty and undesirable. But I’d like to think the stigma is changing.

It seems it’s the young men of these May/December romances who are seeking out an older woman. Older women are beyond the game playing and manipulation that is found in their younger counterparts. But the young man must bring more than a hot body and a great libido to the table. Older women are still looking for a mature relationship with intellectual and recreational interests in common (of course a strong sex drive never hurt any relationship ).

With the growing popularity of cougars in our culture, more readers are seeking stories about them. My Ecstasy Resort series offers readers hot stories of older woman looking for younger men. MAID FOR MASTER, available from Ellora’s Cave, is the first book in this series.

BLURB:

When lust and deception collide, will her complete submission be enough to bind their hearts?

Treat herself to a carnal weekend at the hedonistic retreat, XTC Resorts? That’s not something Claire Calderwood, a three-time loser in the relationship department would ordinarily do. But at forty-one, having a successful cleaning business is no longer enough. She wants a chance to let go of all responsibility, submit to a stranger’s sexual demands and satisfy her darkest fantasies.

Jonathon Brierton has known his best friend’s sister long enough to recognize her submissive nature. He would like nothing more than to have Claire bound naked and at the mercy of his flogger as he teaches her the sensual art of obeying her Master. At thirty-something, he’s a successful real estate developer, owner of a BDSM resort—and hopelessly in love with the older woman.

When Claire follows him to his resort, Jonathon is certain he can keep his identity secret long enough to convince her that being restrained in his stocks is something that will satisfy them both. But lies, deceit and broken hearts may not be so easy to overcome.

EXCERPT:

Claire had fantasized about being a sexual slave to a man’s desires for a long time now. She’d even taken the time to buy a couple of books on the D/s lifestyle. Those few times she’d tried to communicate her desires to her partners had turned into nothing more than mindless rutting that had left her feeling empty and used. Being tied to a bed while her boyfriend satisfied his fantasies wasn’t the same as the give and take of consensual passion happening in the dungeon below.

Her hope had been to share this weekend with her fiancé so they could both learn from the experience of others. But Claire understood better than most that plans had a way of disintegrating dreams.

How she’d managed to let her baby brother’s best friend talk her into keeping her plans still baffled her. Adjusting the butterfly mask, she cast a quick glance around. Claire wasn’t sure she’d survive if she ran into Jonny here at the fetish club of all places. She hoped he was neck-deep in some hot tub with a good-looking co-ed. Goodness knows, she didn’t know what she’d say if he found her strutting around in the barely there leather bra and skirt and heavy knee-high biker boots she’d found in the closet of her suite. She would be mortified if he told Ryan of her foolishness. Surely, she’d never hear the end of it. But this vacation wasn’t about her brother Ryan, his friend Jonny or her ex-fiancé or anything else she’d left behind in Indiana. It was about Claire and giving herself permission to let loose and give in to her fantasies.

Throwing her shoulders back, Claire forced away the gloomy thoughts and turned her attention back to the dungeon. A man hung face-up by a series of knotted ropes. His arms and legs were stretched wide, exposing his torso and genitals to tempting possibilities.

“Are you enjoying the show?”

A male voice, thick and rich as honeyed molasses shivered down her spine. When Claire attempted to turn, he pressed into her back. His face nestled against her neck so that only a whisper separated his lips from the shell of her ear.

“Don’t turn. Just answer. Are. You. Enjoying. The. Show?”

He spoke softly, each word enunciated clearly. It was such a simple question and delivered with such intensity, Claire could barely fill her lungs. The hard planes of his chest pressed against her. Muscular thighs ran along the back of her legs and against her ass. Gooseflesh rose where his breath caressed her neck. It was all she could do not to lean into the man.

“I… Well… I…”

“Yes. Or. No?”

Power buffeted her but didn’t smother. Rather than drowning, Claire felt swaddled in the absolute security of this man. Her nipples steepled, pressing hard against zippers running along the soft leather cup of her bra. And when she inhaled to speak, the clean scent of soap and fresh air filled her nose. “Yes.”

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Nina Pierce is an award-winning author of erotic romance. Her stories fall in all genres from contemporary to science fiction, romantic suspense to paranormal. When she’s not sitting at her computer creating stories of lust and love, she’s spending time with her real life hero and husband of twenty-eight years, her three adult children, one love-sick son-in-law, a heart-melting adorable grandson and three cats who consider her “staff”.  You can keep up with all her latest books on her website  or her blog  or follow her on twitter and facebook.

We are so happy to have the fabulous Tara Lain visiting with us today. If you haven’t discovered her books yet, you’re in for a treat. Help us welcome her by leaving a comment. We want her to come back, and you could win a free book, too! What could be better than that?

Thank you so much to Roz, Chellesie, and Jennifer for inviting me here today to celebrate the release of my new MM contemporary called Snow Balls. I’m delighted to be among the first guests on this beautiful blog. My new release, Snow Balls, is a MM opposites attract story and the latest in the very popular Balls to the Wall series.  I was having a conversation recently with a friend who doesn’t read romance. In fact, he doesn’t really read fiction. I was explaining the twists and turns of the plot of a new book I’m writing and I found myself telling him how very complex good romance is. I listened to myself saying it and thought, son of a gun, it’s true. Now I will be the first to admit that most people don’t think of our genre this way. They think of romance as the simplest of fiction. Boy meets girl, boys loses girl, boys finds girl again and they live happily ever after. Of course, in my case it’s boy meets boy, but the principal is the same. They call it a formula.

But think about it. Virtually all fiction has some formula. Certainly mystery has a lot of rules and suspense is riddled with them. I guess you could argue that Joyce’s Ulysses had no formula, but maybe breaking the rules was a formula of its own. Now, think about romance. We not only have to create an interesting plot with three-dimensional characters who have problems of their own — we also have to make them fall in love! They have to fall in love somewhat believably, have obstacles that keep them apart and make it appear at least for a time that they won’t get together, and then, in spite of it all, they end up together. I thought about my MMM romantic suspense novel, Golden Dancer. Holy cow, I had a theft of an art treasure, a nasty, villain, a ballet dancer, an investigative journalist, and a billionaire technologist I somehow had to get together while never losing touch with the mystery. In my new book, Snow Balls, I tell the story of two complex men struggling with demons from their past who both pretend to be something they’re not. Finding a way to bring them together  without compromising who they are is no small challenge.

It’s been many a century since “romance” was a tight formula plot with two-dimensional characters that always ended in a wedding. In fact, we might argue, that today ours is one of the most complex genres to write. But maybe we better just keep it between us!  LOL

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Would you like to win a Balls book? Leave me a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL and you may win your choice of Volley Balls (Aussie sandwich), Fire Balls (the feisty artist and the firefighter), or Beach Balls (enemies to lovers–underwater). Three people this week will win books. And someone who comments on one of my blog stops this week will win a $10 GC as well. I’ll be choosing winners as I go so if you want to comment on more than one blog come on over to Beautiful Boys Books and check out the schedule.

And here is an excerpt from Snow Balls. I hope you enjoy it!

 Excerpt - 

Big, handsome and hunky, JJ LaRousse looks like an alpha male but acts like an interior decorator. And he’s trying to be happy about it — until a robbery at the famous Laguna Winter Fantasy brings JJ face-to-face with tough cop, Ryan Star. JJ hears Ryan likes guys who are manly men, so he drops his voice an octave, colors over his pink hair, and tries to pass as a football fan. Ryan Star may be tough but he hides in the closet at work since he learned in New York that being a gay cop can cost you your life. His attraction to that big, handsome kid threatens his anonymity, but he can’t seem to resist. JJ is just his type. But then JJ goes skiing and comes face to face with his greatest nemesis– and all the secrets come out of the closet. Can Ryan love JJ for who he really is? More important, can JJ?

“David. David. Oh my God, oh my God.” JJ grabbed the smoothly muscled arm of his friend and boss.

David trapped JJ’s other waving hand between his. “OK, calm down. What is it? Did one of the exhibitors wear pink and orange together again?” David grinned. Nobody knew better how overreactive JJ was. Thank God, David loved him anyway.

He needed air. He took a deep breath. “The cop. The one I told you about. Oh my God of CSI, he wants me to come to the police station and look at mug shots.” JJ retrieved his hand. He needed it for fanning.

David looked up at JJ. It wasn’t far up since the handsome gallery owner stood a slim six foot one to JJ’s six four. “OK. That’s not hard. The police station is only a ten-minute walk away and I’m here to finish setting up the booth. Perfect timing.”

“Oh God.” JJ collapsed onto a packing crate.

“That’s the hand blown glass you’re sitting on, darling.”

JJ jumped up. “He’s just so…”

“Intimidating, overbearing?”

“Delicious.”

David laughed. “That’s a different kind of problem.”

“I’ve got to go to the men’s room.”

“Oh, OK.”

JJ took off at a run to the men’s room at the center of the festival grounds. Inside, he stuck his carefully spiked head under the faucet, pulled out his comb, and flattened the do. Of course, the pink streaks still stood out like candy canes in his light brown hair. Nothing to be done about it now. He washed his hands and headed back to the booth.

David glanced up from the last packing box. “What happened to your hair?”

“Rod says the cop likes guy’s guys.” David tucked in his T-shirt with the What Would Anna Do? logo, his homage to Anna Wintour, the editor of Vogue. He pulled on his Windbreaker and zipped it up. He did a twirl. “With a cap, can I pass as Daniel Craig?”

David put his hands on his hips. “First off, how does Rod know who or what the cop likes? And even if he’s right, it’s never a good idea to try to be something you’re not. You know that. Pretend at the beginning and you have to keep living your lies. That’s a drag.”

JJ stuck out his lip. “It’s not exactly a lie. Hell, look at me.”

David frowned. “JJ, you’re gorgeous. And you’re a catch just the way you are.”

“But I’m such a…” he waved his hands “…fruit!”

“Strawberries and cream. Any man would be lucky to get you.”

JJ sighed. “Thanks. But I need to be more, you know, masculine.”

David smoothed the crease between his own brows with two fingers. “Who said that?”

JJ frowned. “You mean besides my father?”

“Ancient history. You have a life now with people who love you as you are. Don’t go looking for appreciation from those without the discrimination to give it.”

About the Author-

Tara Lain’s first erotic romance novel was published in January of 2011. She’s now on book 16. Her novels have garnered awards for Best Series of 2011, Best Contemporary Romance, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm, and she carries her promotional instincts into her writing career as well. She lives  with her soul-mate husband in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity,  justice, and new experiences , Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

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Our guest today is Em Petrova, to share her thoughts on sex, and an excerpt of her newest sexy story:

Hello, friends! I’m so happy to be here today and to share my latest ponderings. One of the best perks about my job (besides looking at eye candy for inspiration) is thinking about sex in every possible way. Today I was thinking about the most uncomfortable places to have sex. Here are a few I came up with.

Against a tree—besides Lyme’s Disease-carrying ticks, you might be in for some major chafing from the bark. Or apples might fall on your head. While you’re in the throes of ecstasy, a bird might let loose above you, splattering you with something nasty. Or hell, the whole naked-in-the-outdoors might make the whole experience more exciting than ever!

In a public restroom—While I know a lot of people who do this, say at a club or at a restaurant, I find public restrooms to be sooo gross. I personally don’t find it sexy to be thrown against a filthy tile wall that may be coated in God knows what! And the thought of being bent over one of those toilets… *shudder* If you’ve had a good experience in a public restroom, I’d love to hear from you. Please persuade me to give this a try!

In a car—We’ve all had a go in a car. But we have to be contortionists to get around gear shifts that are sticking in your side or keep your head from slamming repeatedly off the window. The back seat is slightly more comfortable, and if you have the ability to flip down seats, all the better!

On the stairs—I’ve read books with characters who have sex on the stairs, but if you’ve ever tried it, it hurts. Treads digging into your back, and it’s impossible to get that perfect angle that hits the perfect spot. Maybe taking it from behind is best in this case.

Anywhere with a loose pet—there’s that uncomfortable moment where there’s a tongue on your thigh that is not your partner’s. You know what I mean?

In a barn—Itchy hay in all the wrong places. Then again, romping with a sexy cowboy would make up for the rash, yes?

Where are some places that you’ve had uncomfortable sex? I’d love to hear from you! One lucky commenter will win a deck of Ellora’s Cave Romance Trading Cards, so please leave a comment!

I’ll also leave you with a short excerpt from my upcoming 12-12-12 release CONTROLLED BURN-Firehouse 5 series book 2. Enjoy!

Blurb:

Fire Chief Pearce Johnson has been struggling with his attraction to fellow team member and special ops guy Mitch Morelli. In the sauna, long looks turn into a steamy self-love encounter. Pearce runs home and tells his wife of fifteen years all about it—resulting in a five-alarm blaze between them.

Ellie has always suspected her husband would crave another relationship with a man. When he brings Mitch into their fantasies, she encourages Pearce to explore this newfound sexual link even as she longs for the big Italian firefighter to visit their bed. But taming two firemen might be tougher than she thinks.

Mitch can’t get enough of his rugged chief and Ellie’s femininity. But on the job, his boss pushes him away and purposely avoids working with him. Wounded, Mitch is finished trying to see his lover’s point of view, until one perilous event makes them all wake up and realize love is too precious to ignore.

Excerpt RATED STEAMING PANTIES ADULT:

 At the familiar jangle of her husband’s keys in the lock, a tingle shot down Ellie’s spine. She flipped open the satin flap of her robe and let her thighs fall apart slightly, hoping to offer Pearce an enticing view after a hard day at Firehouse 5.

His muscled shoulder appeared through the crack in the door and the rest of his bulky form followed. Her libido kicked into overdrive. For four days,  he’d been working back-to-back shifts and she’d been out of her mind with need. If tonight fell through, she was going to stow away in his locker and pop out like a Wife Surprise.

She let him adjust to dim glow of the candlelight. His gaze locked on her and immediate want flashed behind his hazel eyes. The heavy items he’d been holding thudded as he dropped them to the floor.

His chest rumbled. “Mmm. I see I get dessert before the main course.”

Her nipples bunched at that growl, eager to feel his mouth humming against her flesh. “Baby, you get anything you want.”

Something dark slid behind his eyes and he dropped his attention to his steel-toed boots. He bent to unlace them and toed them off.

Ellie waited, pulse racing. Damn, she hoped he was seriously up to pouring himself into a night of lovemaking. She couldn’t wait anymore and the collection of toys he’d given her to satisfy her bodily wants while he captained the biggest firehouse in the city wasn’t doing the trick anymore. She needed a real man between her legs—she needed Pearce.

He straightened up and met her gaze. Her breath caught half in, half out as she noted that smolder in his eyes. Everything in her demanded she get up and cross the room to him, throw herself in his strong arms and seduce him right out of his tighty whities.

But tonight he was going to come after her. She deserved it, after he’d made her wait.

A trickle of cream escaped her tight folds and oozed down her inner thigh. She spread her legs farther to allow him a glimpse.

Right on cue, he groaned. He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Damn, woman, you’ve been waiting for me.”

“Been thinking about you for days.” She crooked a finger and he started forward as if on an invisible puppet thread.

Her heart raced faster as he neared. His thigh muscles bulged beneath his snug-fitting jeans and the top two buttons of his shirt were open, giving her a hint of man chest. Heaviness weighed in her core.

“Darlin’, I’ve been dying to get home to you too.” He plucked her off the sofa and sank to the cushions in one swift movement. She found herself cradled on his lap, legs dangling over one thick thigh and her pussy against his bulging erection.

She wriggled and snaked her arms around his neck. Even after fifteen years of marriage, he was all she wanted. She lived, ate and breathed Pearce Johnson. Long ago, when she’d discovered she couldn’t have his babies, she’d decided she’d been gifted with an amazing man and she’d make the most of every minute. Lately, however, she’d felt a strain in him—a strain she hoped was simply fatigue from working long, stressful hours.

Hopefully tonight would bring him some ease.

A husband + a wife + a hunky Italian firefighter = Five Alarm Blaze. CONTROLLED BURN by Em Petrova http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10559-controlled-burn.aspx

Em Petrova

~where words mean so much more~

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Welcome to this week’s blog guests, Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas. These talented erotic authors have worked collaboratively on a number of projects, including the Consummate Therapy series of BDSM erotic romance novellas that began with Submission Therapy and continues with the just-released Occupational Therapy. Today they share with Sexy Romance Stories readers their take on why BDSM stories are so popular right now.

Willsin Rowe:  Ah, BDSM. Still much maligned in our society, even with the amazing commercial success of Fifty Shades of Grey and its league of followers. Even with the increased general awareness of these practices, BDSM is still fringe material, and cringeworthy to some.

Katie Salidas:  I have to chime in here, Willsin, dear. Though some still find it cringeworthy, what is hilarious to me is the fact that because of 50 Shades popularity, people are not afraid to show off that they’re reading this “stuff.” Nothing makes me laugh more than seeing someone who I’d never expect to read a story like this, with the book in hand, cover showing for all the world to see. But, yes, there is still a large section of the population who hear BDSM and react with avid repulsion.

WR:  Oh, yes. “Why, isn’t that the slap-and-tickle stuff that people only ever resort to in desperation to stop their marriage from failing? Tie me up, call me names, whip me, beat me…”

KS:  Note to self: pick up handcuffs and a blind fold and tell hubby we’re going to try something new tonight.  =) Sorry Willsin, please continue. I’ll be a good girl, I promise.

WR:  Well, if you can’t behave, Katie, I’ll have to get Master Sweet to do his thing to your perky ass! Anyway, that novelty-style situation may be true for some. There are many others, too, who enjoy a little bit of tying up and what-not in their varied diet of sexy naughtiness. But though there are elements of BDSM in both of those situations, it’s really not the same thing. BDSM is not a game, after all. It’s a lifestyle.

KS:  The research for this series was so enlightening. I admit the first time I heard the word BDSM I had no real idea of what went on. It really is a whole new way of life, beyond just being a way to add a little kink to the bedroom.

WR:  Now, I’m not in the lifestyle myself. I am, however, fascinated by it. I also think tattoos are brilliant, though I have none. I think girl-on-girl love is gorgeous, yet I’m hardly qualified to take part in it. I don’t think you need to be “in” something to love it, necessarily.

KS:  Excellent point. And I think that is the heart of the appeal of this subset of the Erotica genre. There are so many people out there who are intrigued by BDSM, and like the fantasy of it, but do not need to live it themselves.

WR:  And for people who are in the lifestyle (those I’ve chatted with and those I’ve read about), there’s an element which may not be apparent to the casual observer. That element is trust. Even the most vanilla of relationships relies heavily on trust. In the lifestyle, though, it takes on a whole new meaning. Trust that your Dom has your best interests at heart. That discipline will go as far as it needs to, and no further. The giving of that trust is also a handing over of control, which is another vital element in a BDSM relationship.

KS:  Trust is a key element in any relationship, but I agree it really is the cornerstone of the Dom/sub relationship. When the sessions get tough, the sub needs to have complete trust in their Dom to not go beyond their own personal boundaries, and the Dom needs to be attentive and aware of how the sub is responding so that when communication fails, no one actually gets hurt. It is a very fine line they walk and without trust it could not work.

In our Therapy series we took it a step further and added a lesson with each session. Natasha needs to be pushed, she needs to be broken so that she can heal. Her Master knows this and though he may seem cruel at times, he is working for her best interest. And though Natasha is resistant, she knows it too.

OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY

Master Sweet’s discipline leaves Natasha feeling enlightened. But old habits die hard, and she soon doubts everything about Submission Therapy. And that’s when the real test begins. Here is an 18+ strictly ADULTS ONLY excerpt:

When Chloe returned she pushed my feet wide apart. She clamped something around my right ankle, then my left. I risked a glance down between my legs and was surprised to see padded cuffs connected to a three-foot steel bar. I shivered as Chloe secured the rope to an eyelet in the center of the bar.

No matter how much I tried to squeeze, I couldn’t bring my knees together. My most tender parts were not just on display; they were completely vulnerable. If it was Master back there I didn’t think I’d mind at all. But of course, it wasn’t.

“Raise your face. Look at me,” Master commanded.

He sat on the edge of the bed, His crotch swollen so much that it was impossible to focus on anything else. It was right there, only inches from my face…but completely inaccessible to me.

“You like what you see.” He mocked me with His taunting tone.

Hell, yeah, I did. I flicked my eyes up to catch His for a second. He held my gaze with those penetrating blue eyes, but reached His hand out towards Chloe, who scurried over to take it. She kissed it, placed it on the back of her neck…and started unfastening His leather pants!

I ground my mouth around the smoothness of the ball gag. The red-headed minx was touching my Master! My body trembled with anger, the way it did when assholes tried to fuck me over in the boardroom. But at least in business I could speak. Here I was mute. Because He willed it.

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KATIE SALIDAS is a Super Woman! Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim lessons.  She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time to write.

And if you can believe all of those lies, there is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…

Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas, Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of entertainment.

Find out more at: Katie’s website

WILLSIN ROWE falls in love with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of those elements he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done even more things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent but not sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish enough to be cool.

Find out more at: Willsin’s World

Sexy Romance Stories has a special treat today with our very first guest on the blog – award-winning author Kiru Taye. She’s offering an ebook giveaway of her new erotic romance, An Engagement Challenge, to one lucky commenter. Here’s Kiru:

Hello everyone. I’m happy to be hosted today by Sexy Romance Stories.

Villains. Oh, villains. How we hate them or love to hate them. Some of the most memorable books I’ve ever read have villains. Think Shere Khan in The Jungle Book, The White Witch in The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe, Sauron in Lord of the Rings, Hannibal Lecter in Red Dragon and if you think romance, Robert Lovelace from Clarissa Harlowe by Samuel Richardson.

What dastardly fiends they all are. We can certainly agree that they are creepy, calculating, wicked, slimy, evil and cruel. I’ve run out of adjectives but I’m sure you can come up with more. LOL!

But when I think about all the villains I’ve read about or watched in movies, the ones that I dislike the most are the ones who are usually quite close to the protagonist and work against them from within or stab them in the back. Those are usually the worst kind because they hurt the protagonist the most. The protagonist usually trusts them or looks up to them before they realise the villain is actually plotting their downfall.

When fictional villains are well written, they carry the story as much as the protagonists do. In some stories, they make the story by providing the reason for conflict.

As An Engagement Challenge is a romance novel, the main conflicts come from the emotional tension between the hero, Paul and the heroine, Ijay. But I added an extra dimension of conflict and suspense by adding a villain to the story.

When I was writing the story, some of the comments from my beta readers about the villain made me laugh so much. At one point they were holding a collection to hire a hit man and kill the villain off. I had to remind them the villain was fictional. LOL. But what their comments told me was that the villain was bad (in a very good way).

While the villain was working hard to pull Paul and Ijay apart (as if they didn’t have enough to deal with already), the opposite was actually happening. The events around them pulled them together and forced them to acknowledge what they felt for each other at least to themselves. In the end they realised they had a common enemy to fight instead of fighting each other.

So what about you? Do you have any favourite fictional villains or any that you remember vividly? Please share. I’d like to know. I’ll select one lucky commenter to win an ebook of An Engagement Challenge.

If I had to pick at the moment, I’d say my favourite fictional villain is Edmund from King Lear by William Shakespeare. He is almost similar to the villain in An Engagement Challenge.

According to Ceri Radford in The Telegraph’s 50 Greatest Villains in Literature, Edmund is: “The ultimate bastard. Tormented by the injustices of his illegitimate birth, he frames his own brother, plays the love rat to Goneril and Regan and finally orders the execution of Lear and Cordelia.”

What villainous villainy. LOL!

About the Author:

Kiru Taye is the award-winning author of His Treasure. She writes historical, contemporary and paranormal romances. Her stories are sensual and steamy, her characters passionate and sassy and her settings atmospheric and exotic. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, hanging out with family/friends or travelling. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with her husband and two children.

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An Engagement Challenge (Challenge Series, #2)

Publisher: KT Press

Length: 75,000 words

Genres: Contemporary Erotic Romantic Suspense (Interracial, Light Bondage)

Available at: Amazon US | Amazon UK | All Romance eBook

Blurb:

Book 2 of the contemporary romance Challenge series, set in Nigeria. Three friends. Three challenges. Are they willing to risk everything for love?

When savvy PR consultant Ijay Amadi meets successful Industrialist Paul Arinze, the only things on her mind are to forget the pain of her failed relationship and enjoy the delights his branding touch and soul-searing kiss promise. It’s a one-time only event. Perfect.

However, Paul is annoyed to wake up and find her gone the next morning. He isn’t ready to forget the dark-haired beauty or their scorching night together just yet. So he plans to have Ijay right where he wants her—in Abuja, working on his latest business project by day and enjoying the pleasure of his bed by night.

Except when Ijay arrives, she’s wearing another man’s engagement ring. With the explosive desire between them threatening their priorities and loyalties, the stakes get higher by the minute. Who’ll be left standing at the altar when Ijay walks down the aisle?

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