Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Incognito By Lisabet Sarai-The Masked Seducer And The Hot Young Professor Courting Her Are The Same Man #Erotic #Romance #BDSM #Contemporary




Not Exactly Romance

My new release, Incognito, focuses on the developing love between my heroine Miranda and her colleague Mark. It ends with a marriage and a honeymoon. Nevertheless, the book is not exactly romance.

Over the course of the book, both Mark and Miranda have sexual adventures with a variety of other people. At first, Miranda’s sexual encounters are deliberately anonymous. Deceived and abandoned by her first lover, Miranda finds that her libido shuts down when she’s with someone she knows and likes. Even after Mark has won her trust, though, the two of them continue behaving in ways most romance couples wouldn’t. They swap partners with Miranda’s best friend and her fiancé, for example. They go cruising together at a gay bar. Both have an experimental streak when it comes to sex. That’s part of what draws them to one another.

I guess it would be accurate to call Incognito “romantic erotica”. If you expect sexual fidelity from your characters, don’t bother with this book. On the other hand, if you’re looking for erotic thrills in the context of a loving relationship, Incognito may be just perfect.

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Blurb

Betrayed and abandoned by her first lover, shy and studious Miranda Cahill freezes in response to any sexual attention from someone she knows and likes.

During the day, she works diligently on her doctoral thesis. At night, though, she finds herself drawn into increasingly extreme sexual encounters with strangers. Her anonymous secret life begins to take over when she discovers that the masked seducer she meets in a sex club and the charismatic young professor courting her are the same man.

Reader Advisory: This book contains mention of incest involving an aunt and nephew and also scenes of incest involving a pair of M/F cousins. There is both M/M and F/F content within this book, as well as public sex, ménage et trois, swapping of partners, use of foreign objects during sex, anal sex and a scene of dubious consent.

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Adult Excerpt

Miranda sank back into her seat and stared at the empty rows of chairs, overwhelmed by the events of the last half hour. Her success on the panel filled her with warm pride. Finally, people would begin to take her work seriously. Then there was Lucinda Scott. Publish the diary, disguised as fiction? How tempting! Here was a strategy that would preserve Beatrice’s privacy while still sharing her insights and adventures with the world. Of course, the diary was too short for a novel. Perhaps, though, Miranda could write some additional chapters. She was confident that she could emulate the rhythm of Beatrice’s prose, and Mark did say that she had a remarkable erotic imagination.

Mark! Where was he, anyway? When last she had looked, he had been at the back of the room, but everyone was gone now. She was suddenly hollow and aching with longing for her lover.

As if in answer to her questing mind, she felt a touch on the inside of her thigh. Mark? She had the urge to look under the tablecloth, to confirm that it was he, but something held her back. A finger alternated, stroking her nylon-clad thigh, then brushing the bare skin above her stocking. The contrast was exquisite, the results electric. The finger-dance along her thighs continued. Now another hand drifted lightly over her mound, tickling her through the satin. She felt brief regret as her juices thoroughly soaked the expensive wisp of lingerie, before lust overwhelmed all other concerns.

Slumped in her chair, she spread her thighs, shamelessly offering access to her hidden partner. He responded by tracing the outline of her pubis with his fingers, along the edges of the thong where fabric met flesh. Miranda writhed. She wanted him to touch her inside the garment, to rip it off and plunge his digits into her. Still, he played with her, rubbing the slippery fabric against her clit, forcing the damp cloth up between her legs, wedging the thong into the crevice between her cheeks and rocking it back and forth over her anus.

Now she felt moist heat, delicious, melting her. His mouth hovered over her sex and he simply breathed. His hands were quiet, holding her thighs wide. There was only his mouth, his breath, and the images unrolling in her mind. She felt as though he were holding a burning candle to her clit. She saw herself staked spread-eagle on a crag, her privates baked by a tropical sun. She felt herself bathed in molten gold that pouring over her folds, filling her, gilding her. The heat swelled until she erupted against his lips, juices like lava overflowing her cavities. She whimpered as her climax seared her. Hot tongues of pleasure lapped at her satin-sheathed pussy. Flames flickered on her closed eyelids.

Dimly, she felt her garters being unhooked and her soaking panties removed. Strong arms lifted her. She felt starched linen against her buttocks. She was seated on the table. Opening her eyes at last, she found Mark standing between her legs, unzipping his fly.

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About Lisabet

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.


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Review Quotes

“Incognito brings a fabulous level of intensity and sensuality to the reader.” ~ Dawnie, Fallen Angels Reviews (5 Angels)

“I had almost given up on the current crop of erotic novels, because too many of them have predictable story lines, two dimensional characters and flimsy plotting. However, Incognito is really something different. Sarai skillfully combines the present day storyline with some tantalizing Victorian history. This book is well researched, erudite, well plotted and very sexy. Highly recommended.” ~ Emma K., Amazon (5 stars)

"Incognito is truly a buffet of pleasures, with something for everyone. There's the enjoyment of piecing together the mirroring, multi-layered narratives. Historical and literary echoes provide extra spice for the careful reader—in particular Shakespeare fans might enjoy the parallels to Miranda in The Tempest—all sweetened with abundant humor and clever feminist twists. Always you'll find masterful prose in sizzling erotic scenes that offer flavors to please any palate. And last but not least, the novel will change your view of the world in surprising ways."  Donna George Story, Erotica Readers and Writers Association.


Monday, November 21, 2016

Double Dare by Jeanne St. James-She Gives Up Men And Gets Two To Love- #MMF #Erotic #BDSM #Romance

What could be better than waking up next to a hot guy? Waking up sandwiched between two of them. 



Blurb:

Quinn Preston, a financial analyst, is not happy when her friends dare her to pick up a handsome stranger at a wedding reception. What better reason to give up men when her previous long-term relationship had not only been lackluster in the bedroom but he had cheated?

Logan Reed, a successful business owner, can’t believe that he’s attracted to the woman in the ugly, Pepto-Bismol pink bridesmaid dress. And to boot, she’s more than tipsy. After turning down her invitation for a one-night stand, he finds her in the parking lot too impaired to drive. He rescues her and takes her home. His home.

The next morning Quinn’s conservative life turns on its ear when Logan introduces her to pleasures she never even considered before. And to make things more complicated, Logan already has a lover.
Tyson White, ex-pro football player, is completely in love with Logan. He has mixed emotions when Logan brings home Quinn. But the dares keep coming...

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Excerpt:

When Logan glanced up again, he saw a pink vision stalking toward him, and he sat up straighter. Shit, the cause of his earlier hard-on was coming his way.

She looked determined, and she still had a grip around her glass like it was a lifeline.

She stopped directly in front of him and put one hand on her hip.

“Are you Logan Reed?”

Oh shit. “Yes?”

“You don't know for sure?”

“Oh, I'm sure.”

“Are you fucking anybody right now?”

“Right this minute?”

He glanced around to see if anyone else was hearing this surreal conversation. Luckily no one was paying attention.

“No. Do you have anyone who is going to get mad if I ask you to dance?”

“Uh. No.” Well, hell, that was a unique way of asking someone to dance.

She placed her drink on the table, and he asked, “Is that still your second one?”

“No, third.”

“I was afraid of that.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled, but he was too heavy for her to lift, so he unfolded himself from the chair to accommodate her.

“Are you asking me to dance?”

“You have a problem with that?”

“Not at all.”

He interlaced his fingers with hers and led her to a corner of the dance floor. Luckily for him, the DJ had turned the lights down and was playing a series of slow tunes. Ones he could dance to. There was no way he was doing the chicken dance or line dancing. He had his limits.

As the slow, wailing tune blared through the large speakers, Logan slid his palms around her waist, his splayed fingers coming to rest at the small of her back. The fabric of her dress felt terrible, and he didn't know why women wore shit like that and suffered. The dress certainly wasn't flattering.

But it wasn't the outer package that mattered to Logan; it was the prize he found inside when it was unwrapped.

He stepped in a little closer and pulled her hips against his. He swore he heard a little gasp. He smiled into her overstyled, dark blonde hair and nuzzled it. Underneath all the hairspray, he caught a scent of wildflowers. It smelled nice.

“What's your name?” he murmured into her hair.

“What?” She turned her head a bit, and she ended up nuzzling his neck. Her lips, the shape of which reminded him of an archer's bow, were warm and soft, and he could detect the fruity scent of the slammers on her breath.

She was average height for a woman, which made her a bit shorter than him, so he had to lean down a bit to place his lips against her ear.

“What's your name?”

He felt the shiver of her body against him, so he traced the delicate shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. The touch was light enough, but she unmistakably felt it. In response, she arched her back slightly, pressing her hips harder into his.

“Quinn,” she finally answered him, her voice breathless.

“Quinn,” he repeated while moving one hand up her back to the bare skin rising out of her dress. He drew the pad of his thumb along the smooth expanse of flesh, along her exposed spine, moving up to her neck to cradle it in his palm. His thumb continued to stroke her skin along the vein in her neck.

He pulled away a little and looked down into her face. Her eyes were heavy, and her lips were parted. Her breaths were short and quick.

He struggled to keep from thrusting against her. If she looked this good in that god-awful dress, he wondered what she looked like in normal clothes. Or no clothes at all.

Or just a pair of handcuffs.

His balls tightened, and he released a long breath out of his nose to steady his pulse.

“Quinn, do you like sex?” He placed his cheek against hers, and they swayed to the music, their hips, their thighs brushing against each other.

Her eyelids fluttered a bit before she answered, “Sometimes.”

“Why only sometimes?” he whispered against her ear.

She shrugged slightly, and one of her off-the-shoulder sleeves slid down a bit, exposing more creamy flesh.

Logan brushed his lips along her collarbone. It was delicate and covered with smooth skin. When he got to her shoulder, he worked his way back, and in the hollow of her neck, he placed a kiss.

There was a groan. He didn't know whom it came from. Her? Him? He didn't care. His hand at the small of her back slipped lower, to just where the rise of her ass was. The fabric of the dress kept him from feeling details, but his imagination took over.

One song transitioned into another, and they weren't even aware of the other couples dancing nearby.

His hips kept a steady side-to-side rhythm, while his hand on her back kept her close and in perfect time with him.

He was hard. There was no doubt she could feel it. Even with the yards of fabric around her midsection, her belly brushed against his length, teasing his cock.

“What kind of sex do you like?” His voice sounded low and gruff to his own ears.

“The kind when I get to come.”

Logan chuckled against her temple and slipped the hand he had around her neck to her shoulder. His fingers brushed her skin lightly. He couldn't help but notice goose bumps suddenly appearing everywhere he touched her. Which meant her nipples were probably hard and aching for his fingers and mouth.

Her dress had slipped down a bit, and the neckline rode low on her chest. The fabric rested just on the crest of her breasts; he could see she wasn't wearing a bra. In fact, he thought he could see the crescent edge of one nipple, even in the dim light.

He wanted to dip his tongue between her breasts.

“Quinn?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you ask me to dance?”

“Because my friends…” Her soft voice faded off.

“Your friends?” He prodded.

“My friends dared me to. They think I am such a loser when it comes to men.”

“Ah.”

“I always pick Mr. Wrong.”

“Am I supposed to be Mr. Right?” He brushed the backs of his knuckles over the rise of her breasts.

“No. Just Mr. Right Now.”

She was direct. He wondered if it was just the alcohol talking. “So you just want to use me.”

“Basically.”

Her boldness wavered, disappointing him a bit.

He raised his eyebrows. “Huh. And you don't think I'd care?” He leaned back a bit and looked down at her, her skin a canvas for the colorful light bouncing off the mirrored disco ball above the dance floor.

She wouldn't meet his gaze. “Do you?”

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Please Note: Daring Proposal, book 2 of the series will be released 1/3/17. All can be read as stand-alones

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Author Bio:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

She has a few new releases coming up in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: https://www.MyAuthorBiz.com/ENewsletter.php?acct=JJ4625816541890

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Sunday, November 20, 2016

The Ever After by Jeanne St. James- He Is Ready To Admit His Love For Gil But Will Gil Take Him Back? #MM #Erotic #Romance #Football

Meet Rip and Gil…


Blurb:

Rip Cord, the infamous Bad Boy of the NFL, ends up on Gil Davis’ front porch drunk as a skunk. Not only has he been fired by his franchise, but also his sports agent. His last brawl on the football field during a prime time game was the final straw.

Accounting geek Gil Davis hasn’t seen his on-again, off-again lover since the summer when the professional football player whisked him away for a kinky sex-filled getaway weekend. But immediately after, Rip returned to the NFL and was on the road leaving no time for Gil.
 Now Rip wants to come back into Gil’s life one more time, this time to not only make a future with him, but to finally admit who he really is deep down inside. After hiding his sexual preference since he was a teen, Rip realizes he’s made too many bad choices along the way. It’s time to make the right choice with Gil.


But is Gil ready to forgive Rip for keeping him at a distance? And more importantly, after two false starts, can they finally live happily ever after?

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Excerpt:

“Is the coffee helping?”

On the surface her question sounded caring, but the pointed gaze and the tightly crossed arms told him otherwise.

“Yeah. I’m drunk and awake now.”

“Good. So…why are you here?” She pursed her lips stubbornly. She wasn’t leaving without some answers. The sooner he answered, the sooner she would skedaddle.

He blew across the hot liquid before taking another sip. “For Gil.”

“For Gil, or for you?” Her gaze was unwavering as she waited for his answer. Her left index finger was beating a pattern into her right bicep. Tap, tap, tap. Tick tock. Tick tock. Ding. Time’s up.

“I just told you.”

“Well, I think you’re here for yourself because you’re a selfish shit. You need to stop playing with his emotions. You hear me?”

Rip winced. Holy hellion. “I’m not.”

“Oh, you are. You need to man up and either be with Gil or leave him the hell alone. He’s not your boy toy. You can’t just take him out to play when you want to.”

Is that what she thought he was doing? Shit. Did Gil see it like that? “I don’t mean to—”

“Bullshit. I wish I’d never talked him into going to his class reunion. He didn’t want to go, you know. I made him.”

Rip grimaced. “I know.”

“He had a crush on you, and you opened the door to more. Between that night and the weekend at the cabin—”

“I never meant—”

“Listen Mister I’m-a-famous-wide-receiver-for-the-NFL, you knew exactly what you were doing.”

“For your information, I feel the same way about him as he does me.”

“Right.” Katie laughed bitterly. “You do know Gil loves you, right?”

Rip glanced at her, eyes wide. “He… does?”

Sure. Gil has feelings for him. Hell, he has feelings for Gil. But love?

“Of course he does, you shit. How could you not notice? Oh, that’s right, you’re a thick-headed football player that only cares about himself.”

“I care about Gil.”

“Then why don’t you act like it?”

Rip turned away from her and put an arm over his face. “I don’t know,” he muttered.

He was sick to his stomach. Not only from the over-indulging but from what Katie said.

He’d never cared for anyone before. Never. His mom had died when he was young, and his pop had been a complete asshole. And, fuck, he did not want to end up like him. Unfortunately, he seemed to be headed down that same path.

First as being deemed The Bad Boy of the NFL—not without good reason—and now with Gil. He never meant to hurt Gil. He liked Gil. He always had. Even in high school. Yeah, so they hadn’t been actual “friends” because they ran in different circles. Gil with the geek squad and Rip with the jocks. But that was normal high school shit. Right?

He had never picked on Gil in high school like the other students had. No, it wasn’t just being picked on. It was downright bullying. The night of their tenth-year class reunion, Gil had asked Rip why he hadn’t ever come to his rescue. Rip’s lame answer was that he’d had a reputation to uphold. He was the captain of the varsity team. He was a jock. It was a bullshit excuse and he had apologized, of course. But it came too late for high school. However, here he was again…trying to live up to his reputation of being a badass pro football player.

And look where that got him…

Sobering up in his gay lover’s house. The lover whom he’d been ignoring because Rip was too much of a damn coward to come out of the closet and be his true self.

That’s because he always had to hide who he really was. Always.

All he’d known most of his life was how to be a good football player.

And now he didn’t even have that.

He emptied the mug and handed it back to Katie. “Thanks…and sorry.”

Katie pushed to her feet. “You’re apologizing to the wrong person.”

She beat feet out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her.

Fuck.

The Bad Boy of NFL was no longer.

Now he was just a fuck up.

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Author Bio:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

She has a few new releases coming up in 2016 and 2017. So keep an eye on her website at www.jeannestjames.com or sign up for her newsletter: https://www.MyAuthorBiz.com/ENewsletter.php?acct=JJ4625816541890

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Saturday, November 19, 2016

Saige by Kelsie Belle- Can She Cast A Spell On A Shifter and Witch Hunter To Make Him See That All Witches Aren't Bad? #MF #Wolf #Erotic #PNR


Blurb: 

Haunted by the curse of a tormented past, Damien Thorn doesn't believe love and a happily-ever-after is in the cards for him. A witch hunter and slayer who despises everything that has to do with witchcraft, he finds himself in a very uncomfortable situation when he has to help his adopted brother find his mate's sister, who happens to be a witch. Soon, just a sniff of Saige Callahan's peculiar scent has him panting after her and wanting things he vowed he would never want from any witch. Never did he expect to be drawn to her the way he is and he's determined to stay away from her, even if it killed him.

One look at Thorn's luscious physique has Saige convinced that she has to have him, even if it's just for one night. But how can she even get close to him if he's determined to hate her at all costs? Can she cast a spell on this jaded shifter to make him see that all witches weren't created equal?


Story Excerpt

A sudden movement in the bushes made her snap back to reality with a little jump. Biting back the sudden pang of fear, she forced herself to remain still and listen for a moment, but she didn’t hear the peculiar sound again. She expelled a breath of relief, realizing that her mind was probably playing tricks on her. In any case, it was perhaps time to get out of the water now. God only knew how long she’d been in here already. She hurriedly made her way to the riverbank, drying off and dressing in record time. But as she was gathering her belongings, she suddenly heard the movement in the bushes again.

Another jolt of fear coursed through her, and she had to force herself to tamp it down. It was probably just an animal passing by, or maybe the tree branches rustling in the breeze. Absolutely nothing to be afraid of. She hurriedly began to make her way back to the campsite, moving her feet as fast as she could and looking about her wildly despite her efforts to remain calm. She was still several feet away from the cabin when a low growling made her stop dead in her tracks.

Fear made her throat constrict like a closed-off tunnel when she noticed a pair of gleaming amber eyes peering at her through the darkness. The rumbling growl sounded again, louder this time, and then the owner of the eyes began moving closer toward her. The crunching of leaves under the creature’s feet resounded in her ears like firecrackers. She could tell it was advancing on her, but she still couldn’t make out its figure in the dim moonlight. She had no idea what it was, couldn’t decide whether she should turn and run or stand her ground and try to fight it off.

Instinctively she began moving backward, calculating her best options for escape as she did so. At that moment, the animal made a sudden pounce, and she finally got to see what it was in a thin glimmer of the moonlight—a humongous black cat. Shocked, she opened her mouth to scream, but no sound escaped. Without another thought, she spun on her heels and made to run in the opposite direction, but before she made even one step, the cat was in front of her again. What the hell? Is there more than one of them?

“Stay back!” she yelled, crouching to find something on the ground to defend herself.

The cat just growled again and began stalking toward her once more.

“Shoo! Get out of here!” she tried again, waving a stick she’d picked up. Still it came at her.

She backed up some more, inching away from the animal as cold dread settled in her stomach. Soon her back was pressed up against the trunk of a large tree, and the cat was right in front of her, its amber eyes piercing her in the darkness. What the hell was she going to do now? This creature could tear her to pieces in less than a minute.

“Nice kitty,” she whispered, her voice shaking under the stress of her fear. “Are you hungry? I ha-have food…W-would you like something to eat?”

God, I must have lost my mind! Talking to a wild animal like it was a house pet was definitely sheer insanity.

Just when she thought it wasn’t possible for her to be any more petrified, the animal suddenly began shaking, and then something completely unbelievable happened—it transformed into a very large man right before her eyes. Saige’s heart immediately jumped from her chest to her throat, blocking off the scream she desperately wanted to let out.

The man cocked his head to one side, his amber eyes gleaming in the moonlight just like the black cat’s had, and whispered, “Don’t you know it’s not safe for little girls to go off into the woods all by themselves?”

That was the last thing Saige heard before she crumpled to the ground in a dead faint.




Adult Excerpt:

Within seconds, he closed the distance between them without even using his supernatural speed. He got to her just as she pushed the door to the cabin and made her way inside. He was right behind her, reaching for her arm and kicking the door shut with a resounding thud. Saige yelped and spun around in surprise, clearly unaware that he was so close. Not giving her a chance to recover, Thorn caught her to him, his strong arms holding her steady so she wouldn’t fall. Their eyes met and held, and in an instant, he could see an echo of the lust that had been plaguing him, swimming in her gorgeous hazel-brown gaze. The beast almost roared with satisfaction.

“I want you,” he told her, his voice a rough, grating whisper.

She gasped, her eyes going wide for a moment before her brows knitted in obvious confusion. He watched her throat work as she swallowed hard several times before she was able to speak. “Um…wh-what?”

He lowered his forehead so it was resting against hers, running his hands up and down her arms as he did so.

“You heard me. I’ve wanted you from the second I got a whiff of your scent back in Crest Hill. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Dammit, woman, I need to have you.”

“B-but you said…I…I th-thought…” Her words came out in fits and starts, her puzzlement making it impossible to express her thoughts coherently. Thorn knew that he’d taken her by surprise, but at least she wasn’t saying no. God knew he would probably die if she did.

“Forget what I said,” he replied, his hot breath fanning her face as he pulled her even closer. “Forget everything except here and now. Except this.”

Then his mouth was on hers, claiming her in a branding kiss that was both tender and forceful at the same time. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, licking into the hot, sweet depths as if his life depended on it. Leaning against the door for support, he let his hands slide down to cup her plush backside, crushing her slender body to his hard-muscled frame.

Saige moaned loudly as the hungry, passion-filled kiss continued indefinitely. Her knees were practically jelly by now, a potent desire pulsing through her body so powerfully that she could hardly keep herself upright. It was a blessing that he held on to her so tightly, although the sinful promise of his massive cock at full mast, pressing into her belly, was doing little to quell the need that was now consuming her. She twisted her head to the side, changing the angle of the kiss, her hands finding their way between them to caress the solid plane of his chest.

As soon as her slender hands slid over his pecs, Thorn groaned, pulling his head away from hers to break the kiss. He could smell her arousal now. She was wet for him. He knew she was. He didn’t need to ask if she wanted this as much as he did. In one deft move, he relieved her of the T-shirt that separated his skin from hers, baring her naked flesh to his hungry eyes. A lightning bolt of desire zinged through his hot blood, right down to the root of his cock, the moment he finally saw her lush curves completely bare.

“Fuck, you’re spectacular,” he whispered, bending to place butterfly kisses on her collarbones down to the soft rise of her plump breasts.

Saige whimpered, arching her back and throwing her head back. It was all the invitation Thorn needed to close his hot mouth over one protruding nipple, sucking on the hard tip gently before laving it with his tongue. Liquid heat rushed to the center of Saige’s body, pooling in her core and dripping from her pussy as his mouth worshiped her breast. By the time he switched sides, she was literally trembling in his embrace, her pussy clenching and releasing wantonly.

“Mmm, yes,” she cried softly, writhing against his mouth. “God, I need more. Please, more.”

Thorn straightened instantly, his amber eyes finding hers.

“Are you sure?” he asked, needing to confirm that this was indeed what she wanted, even though her body had already given him his answer.

Saige licked her lips, her throat going dry under the withering heat of his lustful stare. She was helpless to look away, and she knew without a doubt that there was no turning back now. She wanted this—she wanted him. How or why didn’t matter two hoots. All she knew was that tonight, he would be hers.

Nodding slowly, she held his gaze with hers, refusing to look away even as the hunger she saw in its depths threatened to scorch her. “I’m sure,” she whispered finally. “I want you, Thorn.”

Instantly a low, feral growl erupted from Thorn’s chest, and he grabbed hold of her waist, spinning them around abruptly so that her back was against the door and his huge body was pressing her into it.

“You better hold on then, kitten,” he whispered against the crook of her neck. “’Cause there’s nothing I want more tonight than to be inside you.” With that, his mouth crashed down on hers again, his tongue delving inside to mate with hers.

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Friday, November 18, 2016

Raw Silk By Lisabet Sarai- In A Foreign Land, A Woman Discovers Exotic New Realms Of The Senses- #BDSM #Erotic #Romance #Menage





You Never Forget Your First Time

I published my first erotic novel in 1999. I’ve had many releases since then, but Raw Silk holds a special place in my heart. I was so innocent when I penned this story. I’d never read any romance, and relatively little erotica. I knew nothing at all about the publishing world. All I had were my own fantasies and memories, which I burned to share. Although the book was not in any sense autobiographical, it drew heavily on my personal experience. It has always been one of my most popular works, partly, I think, because readers sense the emotional authenticity of the tale. Kate’s sexual journey mirrors my own, not in detail, but in spirit.

Now Totally Bound has given me the chance to revisit that book, revising and expanding it for re-release. It has been a thrill to follow Kate once more through the twists and turns of her adventures in Bangkok. Meanwhile, I’m delighted to have the chance to apply the accumulated knowledge from sixteen years of writing to polish the prose, making the tale shine even more brightly.





Blurb

When software engineer Kate O’Neill leaves her lover David to take a job in Thailand, she becomes sexually involved with two very different men—a handsome and debauched member of the Thai aristocracy, and the charismatic proprietor of a sex bar.

Each touches her in a different way, each teaches her different things about her body and her heart.

Then David comes to Bangkok, and Kate realizes that, finally, she must choose one of the three men who all desire her.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of M/M and F/F sex, sex with multiple partners, scenes of mixed ménage, scenes of dubious consent and forced cunnilingus, voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex in public places, pegging as well as the use of inanimate objects during sex scenes.

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Excerpt

Gregory turned to Noi. “Help her get ready. I promised her that no one would know who she was.”

“Kate, put yourself in Noi’s hands. She’s an expert.” He bent down to whisper in her ear. “Remember, I will be watching.” She felt a hard pinch on her bottom. “Break a leg,” he said in a jocular tone, then was gone.

Noi took Kate by the hand. “Sit here,” she ordered, “and take off your shirt.” Kate stripped off the T-shirt. She was bare-breasted beneath, but the women around her did not give her a second glance. She sat at the dressing table that Noi indicated, looking at herself in the mirror.

She was flushed. Her green eyes seemed darker than usual, and sparkled with suppressed excitement. The few freckles on her pert nose seemed especially prominent. She looked pretty, alert, and very Irish.

Meanwhile, her nipples were red and rigid, perched high on her full breasts. Touch me, they almost screamed. Pinch me, suck me.

As if reading her thoughts, Noi caught her left nipple between a thumb and forefinger, and gave a little twist. Kate gasped. “You will be very popular,” observed the mamasan dryly. Kate couldn’t help blushing.

Noi began to apply makeup. Kate watched, fascinated, as her ruddy skin became pale, her freckles disappeared, her eyebrows darkened and arched, her eyes became shallow and almond-shaped. In a short time, she was looking at an Asian beauty, perhaps half-Thai, half-American, with moist, full lips and curly red hair.

“My hair…” she protested. Noi reached behind her and produced a wig of straight, black locks. She gathered Kate’s own ringlets into a tight ponytail then fitted the wig.

The transformation was complete. Black bangs cut across her forehead. Black tresses decorated her shoulders. She looked nineteen instead of twenty-eight. And, most assuredly, Thai.

The other girls gathered around. “Oh, madam, you look so beautiful.” Kate couldn’t help but smile, surrounded as she was by gorgeous female faces and forms.

“Here is your costume,” said Noi. “Gregory selected it especially for you.”

Kate grew a little paler. Was she really expected to wear this, in public? She looked at Noi in silent entreaty, but the mamasan just grinned. “Get dressed,” she said. “The dancing will start in just a few minutes.”

A corset of black vinyl, laced up the front, which cinched her waist and left her breasts bare. The briefest of G-strings, a tiny vinyl triangle that barely hid her bush plus a thong that settled deep in the crevice between her buttocks. Thigh-high vinyl boots with four-inch heels. And, finally, the leather collar she had last worn while Gregory had taken her from behind.

Fully attired, she checked herself in the mirror once more. A stranger stared back, a sultry Asian temptress. The body was more voluptuous than was typical for a Thai, full breasts and thighs that belied the woman’s youthful face. Her red-painted lips were half-open, luscious and inviting. Her skin shone already with a light sheen of sweat. Kate raised her arms above her head and swiveled her hips, as she had seen the other dancers do. The figure in the mirror moved gracefully, languidly, every motion beckoning the viewer to watch, touch, taste, possess her.

“Here is your number.” Noi handed her a plastic chip with a pin on the back. Kate had noticed all the girls wearing them. Apparently they served as a simple accounting mechanism, for tallying the tips the girls received whenever a customer bought them a drink. She smiled wryly, noting that Gregory had assigned her the number sixty-nine.
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About Lisabet

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse. 

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter. 

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Review Quotes

“This is by far one of the best erotic novels that I have read and it fully deserves every one of the five ribbons I am giving it! But it does make me wonder what the characters could do with them.”
~ Maree Schuler, Romance Junkies (Five Ribbons). 

“[Kate’s] character grows and she comes to realize her inner needs along with her deep sexual desires. Lisabet Sarai has a flair for sexy, sensuous romance with an edgy feel. I cannot wait to read more by this talented author.” ~ Dawnie, Fallen Angels Reviews (Five Angels).

“The Bangkok setting is fascinating and adds to the overall feeling of opulent sensuality. Lisabet Sarai deftly shows the country without ever letting the descriptions take over the story. Good BDSM novels are voyages of self-discovery, and Raw Silk is a journey you’ll enjoy taking.” ~ Kathleen Bradean, Erotica Revealed

“...this is one SIZZLING read (the ending was incredible) and should not be put on the back burner of your ‘to read list.” ~ Alyssa, Amazon review (Five stars)
 

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Jayson's Redemption by Kelsie Belle- He Has Sworn Off Love And Relationships Until Fate Led Him To Her #MF #Erotic #Romance #Contemporary




Blurb

Jayson Tacoma has sworn off love and relationships ever since an unfortunate incident with his best friend leaves him emotionally scarred. That was until fate causes him to cross paths with the mysterious Mya Delgado, who appears in the small town of Bailey Springs seemingly out of the blue.

Soon, he finds himself struggling with his overwhelming attraction to yet another dark-haired beauty and the two get caught in a game of cat and mouse that neither of them can control. Will getting involved with this woman, who harbors so many secrets, turn out to be another devastating mistake for him? Or will Mya Delgado finally be Jayson's redemption?


Story Excerpt

“Dammit, son of a bitch!”

The female voice came from his right, followed by the resounding slamming of a car door. The sound dragged his attention to the red coupe that was parked at the very end of the row of parked cars he had just passed. In an instant, his class was forgotten, so was the fact that he was late because, at that moment, his eyes had fallen on one very nicely rounded ass. It was conveniently turned upward for his perusal as the owner bent over to check out whatever was wrong under the hood of her car.

Unbidden, his wayward eyes traveled downward, to inspect the shapely pair of legs that were attached to that fine ass. They were covered in skin fitting jeans at the moment but he could only imagine that they were just as tasty as the ass was.

Just then, the owner of the sexy ass and legs straightened, allowing a curtain of thick, dark hair to fall over her shoulders.

“Damn you, you piece ‘o shit!” potty-mouth said, kicking the hood of the car for good measure, then screamed, hopping on one foot, “Ouch! Dammit.”\

A rumbling chuckle escaped him. He couldn’t help it—her display of frustration with the poor car was hilarious although it was also cute as hell.

“Hey! Easy there, killer,” he called out to her, turning off his designated path and heading in her direction. “What seems to be the problem?”

The hopping ended as soon as he spoke and she spun in the direction of his voice at the speed of lightning. As he neared her, he could see the hint of a flush that tinted her lovely caramel skin. Clearly she hadn’t known she had an audience.

“Ah, hi,” she said, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “Did you…did you hear that?”
Jason grinned. “Sure did. Poor car didn’t stand a chance.”

A soft chuckle erupted from her lips, drawing his attention to the full, lip-gloss covered pair. Damn! He thought. Lips like those could bring a man to his fucking knees without even trying.

“Sorry ’bout that. Stupid machine always dies at the wrong moment. Just pisses me off, you know?”

“Yeah, that blows. Mind if I take a look at it?” Tossing his back-pack to the ground, he began moving toward the hood before she had a chance to respond.

“Um, I guess so,” she said noncommittally. “Knock yourself out.”

It took him less than five minutes to locate what was wrong with the car. He wasn’t a mechanic but he’d literally grown up inside a garage because his father had always been into cars. The older man had taught him a thing or two about working his way around an engine.

“Looks like you might have a busted valve,” he told her.

“Shit! Is…is that terrible?”

He glanced over his shoulder, chuckling a little when he noticed the bafflement on her pretty face.

“Nah, you’ll live,” he assured her. “I’m gonna go get my tool kit, though. Be right back, okay?”

She nodded as he jogged off in the direction of his car. Ten minutes later, he’d patched up the valve but he knew it probably wouldn’t hold very long the way it was.

“Okay, start her up.”

She hopped behind the wheel and was soon cranking the engine. It rumbled a little then sputtered to life.

“Yes!” she fairly shouted, hopping out of the car again without shutting off the engine. “Oh my God, you’re a life saver! Thank you so much.”

Jay wiped his hands on the rag he kept inside his tool kit, then closed the hood before turning to her. Damn, but she was a stunner. The gentle breeze played in her hair, causing it to whip against her cheek like a drape of dark silk. Her peculiar hazel eyes gleamed like cut glass in the stark sunlight, making him feel as though he could see her soul in their depths.

 “Hey, don’t sweat it,” he said, trying to shake the uncanny feeling that had come over him as he stared into her eyes. “It was no problem at all. You probably shouldn’t drive it too far like this though. I’m not sure if what I did will last very long.”

She stuck her hands into her back pockets and grinned sheepishly. Unbelievably, the gesture made her even prettier. “Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ve got an interview a few blocks from here that I need to get to but right after that this piece o’ junk is headed straight to the shop.”

“Yeah? I thought you were a student here.” He was more than a little disappointed and the statement came out sounding more like a question.

“Oh, yeah, I am. Some of us just have to work to pay our way, you know?” Her words were flippant and she tried to seem all blasé about it, but Jay could tell she wasn’t as comfortable about it as she wanted him to believe. But then, he could totally relate to that situation. After all, he was one of those people.

He offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile and extended his hand. “Welcome to the club, sweetheart. I’m Jayson, by the way, Jayson Tacoma. Or just Jay if you like.”

She glanced down at his hand briefly, as if not sure what to do with it. Then he felt velvet soft skin sliding against his as she wrapped her fingers around his much longer ones.

“Hey, Jayson, or Just Jay,” she joked, returning my smile shyly. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Samya Delgado, but just Mya is fine.”


Adult Excerpt

Without warning, he yanked her forward, crushing her body to him just as his mouth slammed down on hers in a ferocious kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, licking into the hot, wet cavern relentlessly.

As the kiss continued, he twisted their bodies slightly then his legs began to move forward, propelling her backward until the back of her thighs hit the edge of the dresser. Breaking the kiss, he quickly spun her around so that she was facing the mirror, her back pressed up against his chest. Their eyes met in the mirror and the look of pure, unadulterated lust that was burning in the depths of his, seared Mya to the core. Heat unfurled in her belly like molten lava, dripping from her center onto her thighs.

“God, you’re spectacular,” he said softly.

The warmth of his whispered words fanned her neck, making her skin prickle with gooseflesh. Moving her hair to the side, he began to place feather light kisses along the side of her neck, nipping his way down to her shoulders. At the same time, his hands came around to cup her breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh as he continued to kiss and nip her shoulder blade.

A little whimper escaped her at the feel of his rock solid hard-on pressed up against the cheeks of her buttocks, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. She reached behind her to shove her hand into his thick, inky hair and pushed her hips back into his pelvis.

“Jay, I need you,” she whispered.

“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he groaned against her skin, moving his hands from her breasts to trail a heated path down to her waist. “I need to hear you say the words.”

She writhed against him as one of his hands splayed over her stomach and then began inching its way toward the valley between her thighs. “I-I need you…touching me, feeling me,” she whispered.

His hand traveled over her shaven crest until it got to the place where she ached the most. Using his fingers to part her swollen, throbbing flesh, he slid his long, middle finger through the slickness there. Mya’s eyes fluttered closed as her entire body shuddered with delight.

“Yes, Jay, more…I need more.”

“Open your eyes, baby girl,” he commanded. “Look at me.”

She forced her eyes open again and they collided with his in the mirror just as he slid one long finger into her heated core.

“Ahh,” she moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he began to move the digit in and out of her pussy. Her legs trembled with need as he worked his finger inside her, her chest rising and falling rapidly with the effort it took to breathe.

“Feels good?” he asked, his hot breath scorching her ear.

“Y-yes, so good…More, please.”

“Tell me what you want, Mya.”

“Another finger…Give me another finger, please. Touch my clit, get me off with your hands.” The words spilled out of her like a plea for salvation, her voice hoarse and raw with unbridled desire.

His lips curled into that devastatingly hot smirk she knew so well and he winked at her in the mirror as he drawled, “Yes, ma’am.”

Instantly another finger joined the first inside her snug channel. Jay wasted no time twisting and curling them inside her with just the right amount of pressure, causing her pussy to clench around them. Then he reached down with his other hand to press the pad of his index finger against the taut nub of her engorged clit and began rubbing it in lazy circles. Lightning exploded inside her, the pressure of her release heightening in her core in an instant.

“Oh! Oh God, yes!” She cried as he continued to use both hands to work his magic between her thighs.

Moaning wantonly when his fingers rubbed up against the sweet spot inside her, she pushed her legs further apart to give him more room. He took the opportunity to increase the pressure of his finger on her clit, moving his fingers faster inside her. Her climax made a steady crescendo inside her, and when it finally crashed into her like a forceful tidal wave, a piercing scream ripped from her throat.

It took several seconds for the incredible quakes of pleasure to subside but finally her eyes drifted open to meet his in the mirror again. She could see a definite wildness in his dark eyes now, an almost feral need swimming beneath their surface. His hands moved to the small of her back and he nudged her forward so she was bent over the dresser. Never taking his eyes off her in the mirror, he allowed his hands to caress her rounded ass, which was now spread wide for him.

“Damn, baby girl, I love watching you come,” he rasped, squeezing the cheeks gently. “Was that all you needed from me?”

Mya was shaking her head in dissent before the last word even made it past his lips. Skewering him with her eyes, she let him know what she needed in no uncertain terms.

“I want you inside me, Jay,” she whispered. Her voice was breathless and barely audible but she didn’t give a hoot. “I need you to sink your dick into my pussy and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”

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A look at Book 1: Playing for Keeps


Blurb

Left broken and bleeding, night club owner and accountant Cassidy Samson did her best to pick up the pieces of her broken self and move on with her life. She vowed never to let anyone get close to her heart again…until the potent force of a pair of green eyes threatens to bring her to her knees.

Hired as the new guitarist in the band at the Escape Lounge, Cameron Chase is intrigued and aroused by Cassidy’s tough-as-nails attitude and sets out to barrel through the formidable wall she has constructed around her heart, to get to the real woman behind the façade. He agrees to play by her rules in a reckless game of lust in hopes of finding love.

But will Cam be able to chase away the demons of Cassidy’s past that threaten to consume her? Will his love be strong enough to make her whole again?

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Saturday, November 12, 2016

The Guest by Kelsie Belle - He Comes To Visit His Best Friend And They Both Take Her Into Their Arms- #Sexy #MFM #Menage #Romance #Erotic



Blurb

School teacher, Julianne Matthews, has been married to her own real life Prince Charming, the hunky Jared Matthews, for over a year and they couldn’t be happier. That is, until Jared invites his old college buddy, Cole Richardson, to be a guest in their home for the weekend. Cole is a wealthy investment banker from out of state and has been toying with the idea of going into business with Jared for some time.

The weekend was supposed to be all about sorting out the details of that business but when these three get into a room together for the first time, the chemistry among them is something none of them had planned for. Julie realizes that she’s just as attracted to Cole as she is to her husband and would like nothing more than to be sandwiched between the two hot men in bed.

However, she knows that will probably never happen and feels completely guilty for even thinking about it. Imagine her surprise when she finds out that neither man finds the idea repulsive in any way and that they had both been having similar thoughts all along. What will become of Julie’s perfect marriage when her husband’s house guest gets invited into their bedroom?


Excerpt

“So did you have a good time with Jules today?” Jared’s voice broke into his musing and almost made him jump. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought the guy could read his damn mind.

“Ah, it was great. She showed me the place you chose—good choice by the way—and we had some lunch and got to know each other a little better.”
Jared nodded, taking a quick swig of his beer. “Good, good. I was hoping you would.”

“Would what?”

“Get to know each other better.”

A slight feeling of discomfiture began creeping up Cole’s spine at the line of conversation. He cleared his throat in an attempt to ease some of it. “Um … yeah, we did.”

“And what did you think?”

Cole’s brows furrowed in perplexity. “Ah, I already told you, the place is perfect. When I get back I’m going to finish up the paperwork and you can look out for the first installment of the funds in your account by Friday.”

Jared grinned. “That’s great news buddy, thank you. But that’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean then?”

“I meant what did you think of Julie?”

Silence settled between them for a long moment as Cole assessed the question his friend had asked him. He took a drink from his bottle to buy a little more time before responding. “Well I, ah, I think she’s a wonderful woman. Obviously gorgeous, but also intelligent and witty. It was pretty easy being in her company.”

“So in other words she makes your cock hard.” Jared’s words were low and flat, but the cheeky grin he gave Cole made them almost amusing.

Cole laughed softly, shaking his head in exasperation. “Relax, Matthews. I’m not trying to poach your wife.”

Jared shrugged and took a swig of his beer. “Never said you were.”

More silence followed. Cole’s uneasiness increased and he chugged down some more beer in an attempt to quell it. Where the hell was Jared going with this?

“Do you remember Natasha Prendergast?” The question brought Cole up short—Natasha was a girl they’d both liked during college and had ended up having their first threesome with. Well, it had been Jared’s first. Cole had done it a time or two before that and he’d been the one to suggest they try it.

But how had the conversation gotten here? They hadn’t even spoken about that in years. He was so busy trying to connect the dots that it took him a moment to reply.

“Of course I do. How could I forget?” he said.

“Yeah, that was some night, huh?” Jared said, cocking a brow at him.

“It was.”

“Ever thought about doing that sort of thing again?”

Cole’s brows furrowed. Okay. He hadn’t seen that one coming. “Uh, well, you’re assuming I haven’t.”

Jared’s bark of laughter was loud enough to be heard over the other noisy patrons and the games playing on the screens above their heads. “Touché. Well I haven’t, that’s for sure. Not that I didn’t want to, but that’s not the sort of thing you do with just anybody, you know?”

“Agreed. And for the record, I haven’t either. I was just messing with you.”

Jared placed his now empty beer bottle on the counter and beckoned to the waitress to bring another round before he spoke again. “So it’s not something you would do again then?”

Cole inclined his head and studied the other man, slowly beginning to see where this was going. He shuffled in his seat as the discomfiture from earlier on began to dissipate and was slowly replaced by a subtle excitement. If Jared was even contemplating what he was thinking, then he certainly had something to be excited about. In an effort to play it cool though, he waited until the waiter had brought their drinks before he gave his response.

“I’d definitely love to do it again.”

Jared nodded but didn’t say anything. He just stared at the beer bottle in his hand contemplatively.

Finally his friend looked up at him, a similar excitement brewing in his emerald eyes. “I’d love to do it again too.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

Another long, deafening silence ensued. Cole had already read between the lines and he couldn’t stop the surge of anticipation that rose in his gut at the thought. But he wanted to make sure he wasn’t jumping to the wrong conclusion. He wanted to hear Jared say the words. Looking pointedly at the other man, he asked, “So what are you saying?”

Jared’s gaze met his as he replied, “I’m saying, Cole, that I would love to share my wife with you.”

Cole’s breath hitched as the potent words slammed into him, going straight to his cock. He expelled a harsh breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding, but he was more than a little happy to know he’d been correct in his assumption.

“Damn! And here I’ve been praying all night that you couldn’t tell how badly she’s been plaguing my mind.”

Jared chuckled, his face lighting up with mirth. “Didn’t take a psychic to see that you were into her, my man. Or maybe it’s because I know how you operate.”

 “Maybe. But tell me this, how do you know she’ll be into it? You guys have obviously never done anything like that.”

“No, but I can tell she’s into you, too, and she has a very open mind when it comes to sex.”

“I see.” Cole nodded, playing with the rim of his bottle for a moment while he contemplated the situation. Finally, he asked, “So would you just come right out and tell her that’s what we want to do?”

That’s what they’d done with Natasha and it turned out she was just as game as they were. But Julie, now she might be a whole different kettle of fish. If Jared was wrong and she wasn’t okay with it, then it could make the situation extremely uncomfortable for them all.

“No, I don’t think so. I think the best way to handle Julie is to show her what we want to do with her.”


Adult Excerpt

She licked her lips, then slowly shook her head. “N-no. I don’t mind at all.”

“Good,” Jared said with a smile. He walked over to her, cupped one breast and squeezed it gently.

“Lie back for me, sweetheart.”

Julie hurried to obey him, lowering herself to the table again. Jared’s head followed her down, his mouth closing over her nipple and began go lick and suck the firm bud. At the same time, Cole rose from his knees and his hand replaced his head between her legs. Sensation exploded inside her as one masterful mouth pleasured her breasts, and a talented hand rubbed over her clit, delving into her hot hole with every pass. Neither man stopped his sweet ministration until she was moaning and writhing on top of the table in the throes of passion.

Then Cole was holding her legs apart, fitting his hips between them so he could align his long, thick cock at her entrance. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, and she sucked in her breath as she waited for him to slide into her already sopping channel. “Are you ready for me, baby?” he whispered and she swore she would come just at the harsh sound of his need-laced voice.

“Yes… I’m ready.” She fairly groaned the words.

Without further delay, Cole rocked his hips forward, sinking his cock into her pussy. Inch by inch, he slowly pushed into her, stretching her tight walls until finally he was fully seated inside her. Her pussy convulsed around him, adjusting to his size and he groaned. “Oh damn, you’re a snug fit.”

Then he began to move, thrusting into her with a gentle rocking of his hips. Julie cried out, loving the feel of his cock working her pussy so skillfully. At the same time, Jared released her breasts and stood, moving his hips closer to her face so that his cock was in line with her mouth. She turned her head to the side and parted her lips, allowing him to ease his massive member between them.

Knowing exactly how to please him, she began to suck on the wide head of his cock, sliding her tongue over it as she did so.

He sank his fingers into her hair, holding her head steady so he could gently pump into her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks, creating a rhythmic suction that she knew would drive him crazy as his cock went deeper and deeper into her mouth.

“That’s it baby, suck my cock. Shit!” he cried.

She moaned around the cock in her mouth as Cole changed his angle between her legs and increased the pace of his thrusts. The head of his cock was now hitting the sweet spot inside her just right, making her pussy clamp down on his length, sucking him deeper into her slickness just as her mouth was sucking Jared in.

“God damn, Julie, your pussy feels so fucking good!” Cole cried and his harsh words pushed her over the edge.

Her climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, shaking her to the core, so much so that Jared’s cock slipped out of her mouth. She screamed loudly with her release, even as Cole’s body stiffened between her legs, her climax triggering his own. Then his hot cum was spilling into her pussy, and she was convulsing beneath him as her own cream rushed out onto his cock. Jared held her and stroked her hair, soothing her as the final tremors rocked her. When Cole finally pulled out of her, she was limp and spent in Jared’s arms.

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Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Field of Passion and Dreams by Jacqueline Anne- They Can't Deny Their Hot Attraction But Their Careers And Past May Tear Them Apart- #MF #Athlete #Erotic #Romance


Blurb

Graham Grayson is a hard worker and all around gentlemen. His dream to play in the majors like his dad just came true. He was called up to be the catcher for the Pittsburgh Buccaneers. On the day of team photos, he meets photojournalist Jordan Michaela Roy.

Still grieving the loss of her dad, Jordan sets aside emotions and memories of her sports reporter father to find her passion again on the field as a sports photojournalist. While working spring training for Major League Baseball, she never anticipates passion igniting off the field, too.

Neither Graham nor Jordan can deny their explosive attraction or the happiness they feel being with each other. Their fathers’ past friendship has them wondering about destiny.

While they worry about the demands of their careers, traveling, and being in the public eye, nothing can prepare Graham for the devastating news that makes him question life, his dream, and love.

Will Graham realize his mistakes before it is too late?


Story Excerpt

Jordan realized she was downing her berry martini way too fast, hoping Mike would go away or the drink would magically make him disappear—or at least make this conversation less excruciating. Actually, to be a conversation, two people would have to be participating. Mike was the only one talking and all about himself. It seemed to be his favorite subject.

No such luck. The martini did not possess the magical powers she was hoping for.

She tried walking away a few times, but he boxed her in each time. She also attempted to get Neal’s attention who was too busy on the other side of the large room. She didn’t want to make a scene, but she also had dignity. A fine balance Jordan was struggling with at the moment because she was certain this man didn’t hear the word “no” very often. He was so full of himself, she was beginning to find it humorous. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at him. Jordan cussed at her tendency to laugh when she was in a bizarre situation. She had done it the other day during Graham’s photo session when he complimented her. Although she found that to be a different kind of ridiculous.

She downed the rest of her drink and set it on the bar when she felt a warm hand on the small of her back. As the heat rushed through her, she immediately knew who it was before she even turned around.

“There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

She turned to see Graham standing beside her. He pressed a soft, sweet kiss to her cheek. The moment—the sensation—left her stunned at first, then tingling all over. How in the world did he ignite so much in her with a simple touch?

She gazed up and down his body, admiring how handsome he looked in his suit.

“May I have this dance?” he kindly asked.

She looked at Mike with the smirk he had on his face—one she would love to wipe off. Then she turned to Graham, smiled and said ever-so-politely, “I would love to.”

He took her hand, kissed the top of it and led her to the dance floor. He was such a gentleman. He drew her into his arms and began moving her around so naturally. The man could definitely dance.

“Mike should thank you, you know. I was close to decking him.”

Graham chuckled. “I don’t doubt it. It would have been fun to watch.”

Jordan’s lips curved. There was something special about Graham. She felt it but couldn’t begin to comprehend it. The more she was around him, the more she wanted to discover just what it was, despite the need to stay focused on her job.

“Thank you for coming over, but I didn’t need to be rescued.”

“I know you didn’t.”


Adult Excerpt

Her tongue slid into his mouth. The taste of the bittersweet lemonade from her meal still lingered on her lips. With her arms and legs wrapped around him, he moved a few steps forward and pressed her up against the wall. She moved a little and sank down on him.

Graham groaned out his pleasure. “Damn, you feel so fucking good.”

He rocked into her and prized the feeling of her naked body relying on his strength to hold her. He knew she was a strong woman, but having her like this—giving him her whole body—made him want to pleasure her forever.

He dipped his head down, sucked on her breasts and was rewarded with her moan. She moved her hands through his hair, keeping his head down to show him where she wanted his attention at the moment. He felt her muscles start to twitch.

“Oh God, Graham.”

He met her lips, and their tongues played wildly. He thrust harder, banging their bodies against the wall. Her pussy squeezed him as she soared through her orgasm pulling him right along as they panted each other’s name.

Sweaty and thoroughly pleased, he took a step away from the wall, slid out of Jordan and set her down on her feet. Her arms lingered around him as they caught their breath. She placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“How long do you think the fireworks will last?”

Her sincere tone held so much hope. She truly was an open, honest woman.

“I hope forever,” he answered truthfully and kissed her forehead.

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Tuesday, November 8, 2016

The House of Fox by SJ Smith- Four People Embark On A Thrill Ride Of Perversion That Will Carry Them To The Ends Of The Earth And Beyond- #Paranormal #Comedy #Danger

Dare you enter The House of Fox? 


The House of Fox is a paranormal comedy that contains scenes of a sexually explicit nature.

Blurb:

After a drunken night on the town, four friends awake to find themselves in the House of Fox, the ultimate brothel in the universe, where every sordid fantasy becomes reality. But all is not as it seems. The House of Fox harbours many dark secrets, and factions are plotting against one another.

The four newcomers must choose their friends carefully, and take care not to lose their minds on the thrill ride of perversion that will carry them to the ends of the Earth and beyond.

The Great Voyeur in the Sky is watching . . .



Excerpt:

“God, look at the pair of them. They’re so fucking boring.”

Kitty was watching the live feed from the video camera; grainy, blue tinged footage on a fat backed TV.

“Like, any sane woman would’ve been bouncing on Dylan’s cock the minute she stepped through the door. But oh no, not little miss goody two shoes Donna; she’d never lower herself into doing anything quite so lowbrow.”

Jane, who was standing behind, massaging Kitty’s shoulders, nodded in full agreement.

“You know what? I’ll take great pleasure in throwing her to the flames. It’s no more than the dismal bitch deserves.”

Kitty grabbed the clipboard and updated the dossier, scrawling nothing happening in the relevant box. “And here’s me damn fool enough to think pulling watch duty on that pair might prove fun.”

“Things may hot up… eventually,” Jane offered.

“Are you kidding? That bitch is so frigid she could raise penguins in her asshole.” Kitty swivelled around in her office chair and trapped Jane’s legs between her knees. “Fuck ‘em. Let’s get back to the game. Now remind me, honey pie, what was the score again?”

“Four all.” Jane shook her head, gutted at having squandered a four-nil lead.

“Then it’s time for the big decider.” Kitty’s beaming smile lit up Jane’s world. “What do you think? The loser has to do the next five hours’ watch?”

“Let’s do it.” Jane strutted up to the mound, confident she could pull this off.

Kitty sat back in her chair and spread her legs wide, hanging her knees over either armrest. She licked her fingertip, parted her pussy lips and pushed three ping-pong balls up her cunt. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Jane nodded.

She steeled herself in preparation, and tightened her grip on the spank paddle.

Kitty pulled a face and thrust her hips, and a ping-pong ball flew clean out of her quim at high velocity and came arcing across the office. Jane swung the paddle, but missed by six inches. The ball sailed by and bounced off the coffee machine.

“Strike one,” Kitty yelled.

“Goddamnit.” Jane rolled out her shoulders to loosen them, and adopted the stance once again. “Ready.”

A second ping-pong ball flew from between Kitty’s love lips, this time on a much lower trajectory. Jane swung and caught the ball a glancing blow off the rim of the paddle, sending it straight downwards, where it ricocheted off the floor and bounced several times before dribbling to a pathetic stop between her feet.

“Strike two,” Kitty yelled. “The game now rests on this one final delivery. Will she step up to be a hero or will she fold under the pressure?”

“This time.” Jane was focussed now. She took a few practice swings before crouching sideways on.

“Ready.”  She would not miss – she knew it.

The third ball, glistening with pussy juice, came spinning toward her, and she saw its flightpath almost in slow motion. She swung the paddle, catching the ball flush in the face, and sent it hurtling out through the open door into the corridor. “Home run,” she squealed, and danced a celebratory jig.

“I win, I win.”

“Pah, you got lucky,” Kitty sneered.

“Luck had nothing to do with it. I won thanks to my natural ability at the game.”

The game – which they had been playing for the best part of two days – was called either Pussy Ping-Pong or Beaver Baseball; they still hadn’t made a final decision as to which they liked better. It had superseded ‘What’s the most unusual thing you can shove up your ass?’ which Kitty had won by successfully ramming a signed, first edition of Oliver Twist into her brown eye.




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Author Bio:

SJ Smith is a neurotic recluse who lives in North Wales. It has long been his dream to become a full-time filth monger.

If you’ve never had the pleasure of reading SJ Smith before, his hilarious crime novel, Peeper. Buy links can be found at www.sinfulpress.co.uk/Peeper 



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Monday, November 7, 2016

Sweet Serendipity by Kelsie Belle - His House Was Rented To Her Without His Knowledge, Maybe It's Not As Bad As It Seems #SexyLandlordSheWants #MF #Erotic #Romance



Blurb

Running from a past that threatens to haunt her for the rest of her life, Rayne Carrington finds herself in Eden’s Ridge by chance. She promptly makes the tiny, serene town her home and finally finds some semblance of peace. Six months later, she encounters a dangerously alluring stranger, who turns her world upside down with his mere presence. Soon she is caught in a web of temptation that is too overpowering to deny. But how does she handle a man who is hell bent on resisting her at all cost?

Christian Stockwell returned to his hometown of Eden’s Ridge, to find a beautiful stranger living under his roof. He is instantly bewitched by her loveliness but he knows that he cannot allow himself to have her. He struggles to rein in the lust he feels for her but how long will he be able to resist such sweetness? It won’t be long before he must surrender to sweet serendipity.


Story Excerpt

Rinsing off quickly, Rayne reached for her towel as she stepped out of the shower, toweling the moisture from her hair and skin vigorously. She wrapped the large, soft towel around her slender body and went about brushing her teeth. Finally satisfied that she was good and clean, she reached for the handle of the door and swung it open.

Suddenly she was staring down the barrel of a handgun and a hard, cold voice grated, “Don’t move, motherfucker.”

The scream that ripped from Rayne’s lungs was almost deafening, even to her own ears. Terror coursed through her body as she stood rooted to the spot, clutching the towel to her chest, eyes huge like satellites in her stricken face, screaming like a banshee.

“What the fuck? Cut it out! Jesus Christ, you could wake the dead with that thing!”

The sound of the voice coming from behind the gun brought her screaming to an abrupt halt. The stranger lowered his gun and her eyes jerked up to meet his. Another jolt of shock ripped through Rayne at the sight of his face. She was pretty darn sure that she had never seen this man before. She surely would never forget such a beautiful face.

He had jet black hair, cropped moderately short on his head, the top slightly higher and arranged in random spikes. His eyes were a deep blue or rather violet. They were so dark, they appeared almost black. He sported a five o’clock shadow along his strong jawline that enhanced his rugged edge, making him look almost too delectable for words. Her breath caught painfully and she swallowed hard as a totally unexpected yearning swelled in her nether regions. Strangely, she felt no fear now, but her interest was definitely piqued. Who was this beautiful stranger and what the hell was he doing here?

“Okay, who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?” he clipped, and Rayne almost smiled at the irony highlighted by his words—it would seem her stranger could read minds.

“Don’t you think you’re stealing my line?” she asked sassily when she finally found her voice. “Last I checked you broke into my house while I was taking a shower in my bathroom!”

Christian’s eyes narrowed slightly and he cocked his head to one side. “I didn’t break in…I have a key. This. Is. My. House,” he bit out, annoyance radiating from his every pore.

“There must be some mistake then. Because this is my house, I’ve lived here for almost six months now,” Rayne told him, her brows creasing with bewilderment.

Christian tucked the gun in the back of his jeans and folded his arms. Legs braced apart and eyes narrowed, he studied her. “Hold on, you trying to tell me you bought my house? Without me knowing about it? Not possible lady, try again.”

“I didn’t buy it. I have a lease…one year. Well there’s only about half of that left now but I do plan on renewing it when the time comes. I have a contract and everything. Feel free to look at it if you want,” she responded matter-of-factly, folding her arms saucily. “Besides, this can’t be your house. I leased it from the owner, Isabelle Sutherland.”

Rayne was hard-pressed to note the comedy of the situation. She was standing in her bathroom doorway, naked beneath the towel wrapped around her body, her hair dripping rivulets onto the wooden floor and arguing property rights with a complete stranger who had just pulled a gun on her. Downright hilarious.

“Aunt Belle!” Christian muttered, more to himself than to her. “Leave it to you to do something like this.” He shook his head in exasperation.

“You know her?” Rayne asked, her brows knitting again.

“Like I said, she’s my Aunt Isabelle. My mother’s younger sister and caretaker of my house,” he responded drily.

“Oh! Oh wow…” Her eyes popped wide, forming saucers in her face, and her mouth forming a huge, dubious O. So that would mean she had leased a house from a woman who was not the actual owner of said house? Yikes!

It took her several seconds to regain her composure enough to reply, “I had no idea. I mean she never said anything about…Oh wow!”

Christian folded his arms across his solid chest and he cocked his head, observing her for a long moment. Rayne tried not to squirm under his intense scrutiny but she could feel beads of sweat begin to form on her forehead despite her best efforts.

Finally he extended his hand, giving her a devastating smile, though it didn’t quite spread to his hard, dark eyes. “Christian Stockwell. That would make you…?”

“Ah, I’m Rayne…I mean, Mackenzie Carrington. But Rayne is fine, I prefer Rayne…” She swallowed hard against the lump suddenly forming in her throat.

Christian’s lips curled in a cocky smile and he gave a slight nod. “Rayne it is then,” he said slowly, the words rolling off his tongue in a low seductive drawl. She took his proffered hand, surprised by how large and strong it was.

Long fingers enveloped her much smaller ones, sending an unfamiliar tingle running up her arm. Startled by the sensation, she quickly pulled her hand way.



Adult Excerpt

“Do you want to know how many women I’ve been with, Rayne?” he asked her, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. She whimpered and looked up at him with wary eyes, shaking her head slowly.

“Good…’cause I really couldn’t tell you. And that’s because I have no fucking clue, sweetheart. It would’ve been impossible for me to keep track of them all.” Christian’s words were deliberately harsh and he was grimly satisfied when he noted her discomfited wince in response.

He continued, determined to press home his point. “At the risk of sounding like a total asshole, I’m letting you know that I’ve been with so many women, I can’t possibly remember all their names or their faces. Women of all ages and races. Women from all walks of life.”

He watched the play of emotions tarnishing her features as he spoke, satisfied that he was getting under her skin when she twisted uncomfortably in her seat.

“But I don’t do virgins, Rayne…or almost-virgins for that matter. Sweet and innocent is a playground way outside my field of experience, do you understand me?”

He knew the exact moment her hackles rose, felt her stiffen suddenly and her eyes became icy hard.

“What makes you think I’m so sweet and innocent, huh, Christian? Just because I haven’t been banging every guy that crosses my path…”

 “But I don’t do virgins, Rayne…or almost-virgins for that matter. Sweet and innocent is a playground way outside my field of experience, do you understand me?”

He knew the exact moment her hackles rose, felt her stiffen suddenly and her eyes became icy hard. “What makes you think I’m so sweet and innocent, huh, Christian? Just because I haven’t been banging every guy that crosses my path…”

Christian pressed a finger to her lips to silence her flow of venom. “Shhh. Just listen to me. I’m giving you an out here…take it. I’ve told you before to stay away from me—that was for your own good. If you take my advice, we can just go on about our business from here, pretending this morning never happened.”

Rayne’s chin jutted up in defiance and she rose from her seat so that her luscious body pressed up against his hard muscled frame, causing his cock to jump with delight. “What if that’s not what I want?” she whispered, licking her lips. “What if I want you to show me what it’s like to not be so sweet and innocent?”

Christian squeezed his eyes shut to block out the tantalizing image of her soft pink tongue wetting those full, perfect lips and groaned. “Don’t. Tempt. Me,” he told her through gritted teeth. “’Cause right now I’m about a heartbeat away from spreading you across this goddamn countertop and fucking you till you can’t see straight!”

Rayne whimpered softly and her eyes turned to liquid fire. In one swift motion she stretched up and pressed her lips to his in a hot openmouthed kiss. Startled, Christian was powerless to resist her. His lips parted involuntarily and his tongue thrust out to engage in a primitive dance with hers. Her delicate hands slid around his waist, pulling his hips closer so that his pulsing, needy cock lodged fully against the jutting mound of her cleft.

Her dress rode up around her hips as they kissed ardently, and the heat from her thinly covered sex almost brought him to his knees. Dragging his lips from hers, he pushed the dress up further so it bunched around her waist before grabbing her small waist and lifting her up unto the counter-top.

“Innocent my ass, you’re a fucking minx!” He growled almost angrily, planting hot kisses just below her breasts and on her taut stomach. His lips traveled even further down to where he could smell her potent desire for him.

Her fingers jammed in his hair and she gripped his head firmly, writhing with pleasure under his touch. “Oh hell, Christian…God, I need you!”

Her words fueled the fire coursing through his loins and he grabbed both her legs, pushing them up until her knees were fully bent and her feet rested on the counter beside her. Her soaked crotch was now deliciously spread out before him.

“Fuck, you smell fantastic…goddammit! I bet you taste like sin.” He growled, then ripped the seat of her panties aside so he could clasp his mouth over her hot, wet cunt.

“Ahhh…mmm…Oh God!” Rayne’s hands released his head to grip the edge of the counter, balancing herself as Christian devoured her pussy like a hungry beast.

He ran his tongue through the slick folds of her cunt, licking up her leaking juices. He slid his tongue along the slit repeatedly, back and forth, back and forth until she cried out, hips bucking up to meet his mouth. His tongue darted inside her opening, undulating briskly before he turned his attention to her jutting clit. His mouth closed over the nub, sucking hard and Rayne’s hands immediately came up to clutch his shoulders, fingers sinking into his flesh as she ground her hips into his mouth.

“Oh God…Oh God…Oh my God! Yes!” she panted.

She leaned back and spread her hands flat on the counter behind her, opening herself even more to his greedy mouth. Christian reached between her legs to sink two fingers into her sopping cunt and began to lick her clit in swift, steady strokes of his tongue while his expert fingers worked her over.

As the first convulsive clench of her tight pussy walls gripped his fingers, the doorbell rang. He froze for a fraction of a second, before continuing to lick at her clit, pumping his fingers in and out of her hole. By the time the bell rang a second time, Rayne’s hips were bucking uncontrollably, her pussy clenching in vicious spasms as she came with the force of a fucking freight train on his face.

Buy links: 

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About Kelsie Belle

Kelsie Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are just a few. But the erotic romance writer hat is by far her favorite. She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to life in her head every day. She’s been writing down her sweet romances ever since she was a teenager but in her early twenties, Ms. Belle became interested in erotic romance novels and her own stories took a turn for the sensual since then.

Kelsie is wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from one coffee mug to the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the next adventure.

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