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Friday, February 13, 2015
Make Me Melt by Nicky Day
Blurb
Newly divorced, Vicky Browning is coming home for the holidays for the first time in years. After losing her supposed friends in her recent divorce, she has nowhere else to go and tries to make the best out of the situation.
U.S. Marine, Michael Barnett just set his boots down on American soil for the first time in eighteen months. He wants nothing more than to go home to his humble mountain home, drink a few beers, and fish the rest of the year away. Michael’s mother has other plans though, and insists he come home to spend Christmas with those who love him.
Michael and Vicky haven’t seen one another in years. Their last meeting was less than enjoyable as they said goodbye to one another in a bitter break up at the tender age of eighteen years old. As the awkwardness settles between the two they soon begin to realize that the flames of desire haven’t died between them. The wounds they thought had never healed, might just be the very thing that brings them together again.
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Friday, January 2, 2015
Rapid Dominance; A Hot Military Romance by Bella Juarez
Blurb
Engineering student Victoria Saenz lands a dream job as a housekeeper while she attends graduate school. Major Reese Thompson, USMC, is no ordinary master of the house. His hard body and strict military manner are male perfection.
Reese is stuck in a loveless marriage with a hypochondriac wife. He returns from Iraq to divorce papers left with his maid. Victoria agrees to stay, to help him pick up the pieces, but Reese’s attraction to Victoria grows every day as the house seems to get smaller. The brunette beauty is there at every turn, tempting him.
They discover a deep, sometimes dark love for one another as danger looms. The terrorist cell Reese has worked tirelessly to take down has a secret weapon in their war against Reese. Will Reese and Victoria's love withstand the storms of war, despite all the forces threatening to tear them apart?
Excerpt
“Hello, sweetness,” Reese whispered in her ear.
Victoria jumped and the rice she was fluffing flew everywhere. Her heart felt like it had stopped in her chest.
“Damn you, Reese! You scared the crap out of me!” Victoria shouted.
“You didn’t hear me come in?” Reese asked, bewildered.
Victoria had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard Reese until he spoke. It took her a moment to start breathing again. He was laughing and picking rice off his uniform.
“Are you okay?” Reese asked with a chuckle.
“It’s not funny!” Victoria snapped as she slammed the lid down on the rice.
Reese turned Victoria to face him. He was smiling as he pulled her close. She was upset with herself for her lack of focus, and her frustration was about to make her lose her temper with him. He kissed her forehead and lightly massaged her back. She felt herself start to turn liquid as he caressed her.
“I’m sorry. I thought you heard me,” Reese said quietly.
Victoria put her arms around Reese and buried her head into his chest. She took a deep breath and started to lose herself in his woodsy scent. She was so frustrated she wanted to cry. Her nerves seemed to be on edge all day.
What the hell is wrong with me? Victoria railed silently at herself as she willed the frustrated tears to dry. There were so many pressures converging on her at once that she didn’t know where to turn. The sudden change in her relationship with Reese was causing the most stress right now.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Reese whispered.
“I don’t know,” Victoria lamented.
“Did something happen today?” Reese asked, continuing his soft stroking.
“I didn’t get anything done today. I can’t seem to focus and I need to get these answers back to my advisor and the committee has to accept them. I need to get all this done in two weeks to be eligible to graduate,” Victoria said.
“You have all the time you need to get this done. There’s no hurry,” Reese said.
“Reese—”
“Shush. There’s no hurry,” Reese repeated, cutting her off.
Victoria inhaled deeply again. Having Reese near started to calm her and allowed her to think a little clearer.
“I haven’t been able to concentrate all day, either,” Reese said as he kissed her.
“Reese, I’ve got to finish and get a job. It’s important to me,” Victoria said.
“And you will. I know you will. One bad day isn’t going to make you fail and not graduate.”
“I wasted a whole day,” Victoria mumbled into his chest.
“Victoria, quit it,” Reese said, stroking her hair.
“Reese, I can’t keep taking your money and living here. I feel like you’re paying me to sleep with you! I mean, it’s not like I have that much to do and I’m living here…” Victoria cried.
“Stop with the money! Think a minute, how are you going to get back and forth to school and pay for the things you need? I am paying you to take care of the house so I don’t have to. Besides, it’s my damn money and if I want to blow it, I can do that,” Reese said.
“Reese, I’ve got money! I can’t…I’m moving out.”
“Victoria, quit being so stubborn and let me help you, please. I want to help you get through school. It makes me feel like I’m doing something for you. It’s the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me.”
“I didn’t do anything but keep the house clean,” Victoria argued.
“No, you did a lot more than that. You’re still helping me,” Reese said.
“What did I do? Clean the bathroom?” Victoria demanded.
“You’re helping me heal,” Reese said simply.
“Reese…” Victoria said as she started to pull away.
“I’m not talking about the divorce. I saw a lot of bad stuff when I was in Iraq. If you hadn’t been here and kept me sane, I’m not sure what I would’ve done. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m a really routine guy. You could set your watch by me. My routine keeps me sane. If you hadn’t been here to help make that transition easy, I would be in some serious trouble right now.” Reese held Victoria in place.
Victoria was still and quiet. Reese was so much more complicated than he revealed. Talk about stubborn. She knew the minute she walked into this house almost two years ago he needed her. What she didn’t count on was how much she needed him. Not his money, him. He was helping her heal from a failed marriage.
Victoria needed Reese’s strength, his common sense, and now his touch to keep her going as well.
“Listen to me. If you don’t graduate in December, you will graduate in May. It doesn’t matter. You don’t need the pressure of moving or a job. You need to focus on getting your degree. You’re so close! Stop worrying about trivial crap. When you get a job and start making real money, we’ll talk. Okay? Now what’s for dinner?” Reese asked.
Victoria blinked and stared into Reese’s hazel eyes. He thinks he’s just solved all my problems? The damn nerve! Just like a man! She started to respond but stopped herself. He was making sense. She knew he was making sense. She needed to swallow her stubborn pride and let him help her. She thought about how the last man in her life had burned her. Let go.
ADULT EXCERPT
“Damn it! I told you to be still,” Reese snarled.
“Oh my God, Reese!” Victoria cried as she threw her head back.
Reese went back to the task of licking and sucking Victoria’s clit. Her juiciness combined with the fruit was driving him crazy. He sunk two fingers inside her cunt and started moving in and out of her as he licked her clit. He could feel her pussy clench around his fingers. He stopped working her pussy and started to work his way back up her body. By now they were both covered in food.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” Victoria cried out.
“What makes you think this is over?” Reese asked as he started to take off his clothes.
Victoria was panting and Reese watched with dangerous lust as her delectable chest rose and fell in short breaths. He planted himself in between her legs. He needed to slow down because he was getting a little out of control. He rubbed his hands over her body in order to relax and slow the pace, easing the precarious tension that was starting to build. Her skin was so soft and slick with fruit juice. Unable to resist any longer, he took his cock and touched it against her slit. Victoria started grinding her hips into Reese again.
“What do you want, Victoria?” Reese teased as he stroked his cock against her juicy pussy.
“You,” Victoria moaned.
“Me? To do what?” Reese chided in mock innocence.
Victoria growled in frustration as she tried to push into Reese. He loved the power he seemed to have over her and her pleasure or the denial of it. Victoria was tuning Reese into a monster. What the hell is happening to me? His sensible brain tried to reason. He guessed maybe it was all those years of having to do the begging. Maybe it was just the fun of making a hot woman beg him to fuck her senseless that electrified him.
Whatever it was, he felt like a tiger who just had raw meat thrown at it. This succulent piece at his mercy was in for the ride of her life. He moved out of her reach.
“Tell me what you want, sweetness,” Reese taunted as he moved toward Victoria and started rubbing his cock against her slit again.
“You know what I want!” Victoria cried.
“Say it!” Reese demanded in a snarl.
“Fuck me!” Victoria screamed.
Reese didn’t think it was possible for his dick to get any harder than it already was. When Victoria said those words, he felt his cock get hard enough to cut glass. It was delightfully painful. He wanted nothing more than to impale her, to shove into her so hard that he sent her across the table. The nasty power trip he was experiencing drove him to take her over and possess her. He entered her pussy as slowly as he could. It was as excruciating for him as it was for her. Reese watched Victoria claw the table in frustration. He wanted to command what would happen to her and when it would happen. When Reese was fully inside Victoria, he stopped.
“Reese!” Victoria growled as she bucked against him.
“What is it, sweetness?” Reese asked as he pushed Victoria’s pelvis down onto the table.
“Fuck me!” Victoria demanded.
“I am fucking you, baby, my way,” Reese taunted.
Reese pulled out just as slowly as he went in. All this power play was making him just as insane as it was making her. He started a slow rhythm of moving in and out. It didn’t take Victoria long. By the third stroke he could feel her pussy start to grip him. He managed to maintain control of himself as he increased his pace to accommodate her. When it was clear she had peaked, he pulled out and went around the table.
“All right, Victoria, my turn, you know the drill,” Reese commanded.
Reese watched Victoria as her mouth went to work on his cock. His legs shook at the sensation of her tongue running up and down his shaft. She took as much of his cock as she could into her mouth and started sucking with all her might. He was quickly coming to an apex. He pulled away, took Victoria’s hands, and helped her to her feet. Reese turned her around and bent her over the table. Being as short as she was, he had to lift her up to fuck her from behind. Her pussy was rubbing him the right way at the angle he had to hold her. With all of the teasing, power play, and the stimulation of the blow job he wasn’t lasting long. He started pumping her hard and fast.
“You wanted it, baby. Take it, every fucking inch of it!” Reese snarled as he bent over Victoria.
Reese reached around and stroked Victoria’s clit as he fucked her. Victoria was whimpering, and Reese watched as she dug her nails into the side of the table.
“You want to dig those nails into me, don’t you?” Reese demanded as he slammed into Victoria.
“Oh God, Reese!” Victoria screamed as she gripped the table.
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Saturday, November 22, 2014
Maria is Determined To Prove That She Is Woman Enough To Get Her Man. 'A Major Seduction,' A Contemporary Military Romance by Marie Harte
Blurb
Major Mike Cava has done his best not to see Maria Thompson as anything but his baby sister’s best friend. Not an easy feat when Maria’s done her best to throw herself at him for years. But now that’s he’s returned to the East Coast and with his family again, he feels easier about handling little Maria.
Except in the two years since he’s seen her last, Maria has grown way up. Good God, she’s stunning. But now that he’s really seeing her, she isn’t seeing him. No more jumping into his arms or smiling and flirting. A bland hello and she’s leaving to go hang out with some other guy. Oh hell no.
Maria spent the past fourteen years mooning over a man who never saw her as anything but a little girl, and she’s done. Or so she tries fooling herself. She’s twenty-four years old, and it’s past time she grew up and over him. But now Mike’s giving “those” looks. He’s acting jealous. And she realizes that she’s not over him yet, and maybe one of her old plans to stir his interest might work this time around.
With the help of her best friend—Mike’s sister—and his younger brother, she’ll prove she’s more than woman enough to handle him. His dominance, his kink in the bedroom, his huge, hot body. But just when she thinks they can make a go of it, he pulls back. She can’t do it anymore. Loving, being hurt, loving, being ignored. This time if Mike wants her, he’ll have to prove it. She’s done.
And he’s just realized he might have made the biggest mistake of his life in pushing her away…
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Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Will A Jilted Bride Keep Her Lust Contained? Or Can Travis Free The Heat Inside Her? Read 'Guarding Her Heart'; A New M/F Contemporary Erotic Romance By Jules Court
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Blurb:
Six months ago, Tiffany Donnelly, failed musician turned diner waitress, was left just shy of the altar when her groom ran off with a bridesmaid. Now, verbally sparring with sexy Coast Guard rescue swimmer Travis Green is one of her few pleasures. In his dark eyes, there’s no pity for poor, jilted Tiffany. Nevertheless, he’s in her “look but don’t touch” category.
Travis Green, loud-mouthed Southern boy of mixed Hawaiian, Japanese, and white heritage, is usually the outsider. But now, he’s got a group of friends that just happens to contain Tiffany, the woman he can’t keep his dirty thoughts off of. However, innocent flirting is where he draws the line.
When Tiffany’s ex-bridesmaid begs Tiffany to attend her wedding—to Tiffany’s ex-groom, Tiffany’s pride gets the best of her. Suddenly, she’s introducing Travis as her new boyfriend. During their weekend posing as a couple, the lines between fantasy and reality blur.
Can passion once unleashed be contained?
STORY EXCERPT
A deep baritone with a Southern drawl intruded. “Is there a problem here?”
She looked up to see Travis standing in front of the table, his arms crossed against his wide chest. He wore a familiar look on his face. The one that said he thought the entire world was a joke set up solely for his amusement.
“Mind your own fucking bus—” Sully began to say, until he looked up. He saw Travis and shut up real fast. He dropped his hand from her arm. For all his blabbing about fight training, he didn’t seem too eager to try it out. Probably a wise decision. Travis was the size of a semi-truck, if that truck was pure rock-hard muscle.
“I think the lady is done dumping your ass, so you can get the hell out,” Travis said cheerfully. He was almost always annoyingly cheerful. His backing soundtrack would be bouncy, but with an underlying sexy groove of a bass line thumping away.
“I’ve got it under control,” she said to Travis. “Go bother someone else.”
“Whatever,” Sully muttered. “Like I want your skanky ass anyway.” He got up and stomped away. But he made sure to take a path that skirted Travis.
Tiffany watched him leave, avoiding Travis’s gaze. Her anger couldn’t completely displace the sick pit of humiliation twisting in her guts. She dreaded seeing the pity that would be in his dark eyes.
Travis slid into the scarred booth, taking Sully’s vacated spot. She forced herself to look up. “If you were interested in slumming it, why didn’t you come to me?” His grin flashed his dimple and showcased his white teeth. There was no pity in his eyes.
Once, this past summer, she’d seen him wearing nothing but swim trunks, rising out of the ocean like some golden-skinned god. She’d almost swallowed her tongue. He was smooth skin stretched over taut muscle complete with a six-pack she could scrub laundry on. Her knees had actually buckled. She’d wanted to hit it like a screen door in a hurricane.
But, Travis wasn’t just a ridiculously hot body, he was also a well-established member of her friend group. His best friend, Alex, was seriously dating her friend, Becca, thus merging their social circles into one orbit. There was no avoiding him. Even if the sex were great, the orgasms she gave herself with her hand would be far less trouble.
Travis was, thankfully, unable to see inside her head to know she was currently indulging in impure thoughts. “Was that the best you could come up with?” he asked. “It’s not you, it’s me?” He gave a snort. “You could have told him the truth, that it was his greasy hair and tacky-ass shamrock tattoo.”
“If I refused to date guys with shamrock tattoos that leaves out three-quarters of the guys in the state of Massachusetts.” She pushed her shoulders back, and gave her best sex kitten pout. “Besides, maybe I just wanted someone to toy with.”
He raised one dark eyebrow. “Are you having a stroke?”
“Don’t be a dick.”
“Don’t try and be Kirsten,” he said.
Her cousin Kirsten, a drop-dead gorgeous Viking, was notorious for stringing guys along before ruthlessly dumping them. Tiffany loved her, but she was a tough act to follow. Sometimes it felt as though her entire life had been spent in the echo of Kirsten’s sexy snare drum shuffle. “What I’m not pretty enough?” she asked. It was supposed to be a joke, but instead it sounded like a plea for validation. She dug her fingers against the wooden tabletop.
He made a waving away gesture. “You’re fucking gorgeous and you know it,” he said. Travis continued on like he hadn’t just dropped a compliment bomb in her lap. “But you’re not jaded. You’re still looking for hearts, unicorns, and gentle sex with lots of eye contact.”
“You don’t know me.” He didn’t know anything about the dirty, shameful things she thought about in the dead of the night.
“It explains the douchebag, Richard. You almost married him just because he matched the wedding cake topper.”
His assessment stung. “So, I should be like you?”
“Awesome?”
“No, I mean—” She hummed a few bars and then starting singing a Blondie tune.
“I’m an early eighties pop song?”
“No, it’s the theme to American Gigolo. I’m calling you slutty.”
“Don’t slut shame me just because you’re a repressed prude,” he said, flashing his dimple.
Tiffany’s blood sang in her veins. Her face flushed. She leaned forward to really let Travis have it. But before she could blast him, Becca and Alex came strolling up, hands entwined.
Up until last July, Becca had been living in DC. She’d come back home to Cape Cod for Tiffany’s wedding, met Alex, and stayed. It’d been like something out of a fairy tale, except for the part where they got busted getting it on in the employee bathroom here at the Whaler. That was a different kind of tale.
A single pang of jealousy poked Tiffany in the heart. She shoved it down firmly. She wasn’t jealous of Alex. He was really good looking and one of the nicest guys she’d ever met, but she’d never wanted him. Before getting involved with Becca, she’d only known him in passing but he’d seemed almost lifeless in his perfection. Becca had turned him into a real boy…man.
No, what she wanted was what he had with Becca. The way they teased each other, the way their love shone in every little action. The way they had each other’s backs. How Alex supported Becca’s new law practice, bringing her takeout on nights she worked late. The fire they had for each other. That’s what she wanted. But the more she tried to grab it, the more it slipped through her fingers.
ADULT EXCERPT
Tiffany jumped up and moved backward until the back of her legs hit the bed. Travis’s face was a stranger’s. No twinkle in his eye, no dimple softening his face. Her butt hit the mattress. He advanced, broad shouldered and menacing. She trembled. He slid the belt from his trousers. An answering rush of moisture came from her pussy.
And then he was on top of her. She struggled against him, banging her fists against his solid chest. But each movement only brought them into closer contact. He reached down and, with one hand, wrenched her legs open. She gasped. Her dress pushed up around her waist. His hard length settled against her, just where she needed it. She bucked up. He ground down.
His strength pressed her into the mattress, holding her steady as she thrashed. She was safe to struggle as much as she wanted. He wouldn’t be dislodged. Not unless she wanted him to.
He brought his mouth to hers. His tongue pushed past the barrier of her lips. She raked her nails down his back. The fabric of his dress shirt against her skin angered her. She tugged on his shirt, wrenched it apart. Buttons flew everywhere. But then her hands were running over taut skin and muscle. She’d never felt anything so delicious.
He moved off of her just long enough to pull her dress over her head. She lay bare breasted before him, her nipples painfully hard. The sound of his zipper added to the noise of their ragged breathing. He shimmied out of his pants and boxers, tossing them aside.
His cock jutted out long and thick. She closed greedy hands over it. She gave it a squeeze, not enough to hurt, but enough to let him know she meant business.
He came back down atop her. His hands jerked her legs apart, tore her panties off and flung them aside. And then one finger was probing her entrance, thick and insistent. She bucked against the intrusion. But it only forced him in deeper. She was aching now. Desperate. He added another finger and then with began stroking her clit with his thumb. She moaned and raked her nails across his hard buttocks.
And then his hand was gone. She made to sit up, but he pushed her back down on the bed. His hands spread her legs open wider. And then his mouth was on her pussy.
She bucked up, but he stayed. His tongue swirled and teased. There was no way he would stop. He wouldn’t stop. She was panting now.
He sucked her clit. Her heels dug into the comforter and her entire body tightened. The orgasm rushed over her, more intense than anything she’d ever felt before. While her pussy fluttered with the aftershocks, he gave her one last lick.
Then, a flash of movement as he sprang off the bed, only to return seconds later. She ran her heels over the comforter, her hips jerked up involuntarily. A crinkling noise. Then, something hot and hard pressed up against her.
“Open your eyes,” he said.
She obeyed.
He pushed forward, but paused to look deeply into her newly opened eyes. His held the unspoken question, “Is this all right?”
She almost screamed in frustration. Instead, she jerked her hips. There was a moment of pressure.
“Take it,” he growled.
He slid all the way in. She heard a strangled moan emerge from her throat. A sound she didn’t even know she could make. But there was no time to feel embarrassed.
Because he moved. His hips pumped forward, slamming into her. She met his thrust. Again and again and again. Their bodies brutally straining toward each other.
Ripples of pleasure turned into waves. She was almost there, but her orgasm was just out of reach. She’d never come twice before. It probably wasn’t possible. But her body stretched toward it anyway, only for the orgasm to dance away. And still his cock slid in and out keeping her on that painful plateau. She made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat.
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