Top ways to have sex on a bike



Hey, friends! I’m Em Petrova, and I’m here to talk about romance—the real and fiction varieties. My heroes are hardworking—in bed and out. My cowboys drive pickups and my firemen command a 6-cylinder diesel fire engine. But my bikers…mm-mmm. They’ve got pretty wheels.


When I say top ways to have sex on a bike, I’m not talking about your childhood Huffy with the banana seat (mine also had a purple flag on the back). Nope, I’m talking about a souped-up, chrome-covered piece of revving steel. The man in control of this beauty is a bad-ass god wearing leather.


Ways to have sex on a bike:

  1. Ladies, get up front and take hold of those handlebars while your tattooed man takes charge from behind.
  2. Get intimate face-to-face. Straddle your man and take him for a ride!
  3. Lie face-down on the bike and let your legs dangle off. Your man can figure out what to do.
  4. Position yourself side-saddle on the leather seat and hook your ankles around his ears, ladies. It’s all about balance.
  5. Let him buy you a remote control vibrator while you tear up the miles.


I hope you’ve gotten a few fun ideas. If you don’t have the biker or the wheels, you can always get the next best thing—a book about a steamy-hot biker who knows how to treat his woman. LOVE TIES is out now. Read on for a smoldering excerpt.



Ever ran her hands over Jamison’s shoulders. The smooth leather of his cut felt too right for words. She hitched her ankle around his thighs and rubbed her aching pussy against his groin.


They shared a moan.


Need spiked in her core. Since leaving the Life—and her ex—she hadn’t had much sex. Sure, she’d picked up a few guys over the years. One-night stands that had meant nothing but the end to her loneliness, at least for a night. That’s what Jamison was.


Even as she thought this, her mind accepted it as a lie. He angled his head and plunged his tongue into her mouth, stirring something deeper.


She twisted out of the kiss but continued to dry-hump him.


His eyes were dark and serious. “Don’t pull away from me.”


The roughness in his voice heated her. With a mew, she threw her arms around him, yanked his head down, and kissed him. The flavors of mint and whiskey dialed up her desire.


With his broad chest pinning her and his hips doing a slow grind against hers, she lost herself to sensation. His five o’clock shadow scraped her sensitive skin, and his kisses were almost bruising. Just as she liked them.


He dotted kisses down her throat and sucked the indentation between her collarbones. She arched into his caress, tugging at his leather. When he slipped it off his shoulders, she gasped, “Get naked, then put it back on.”


Hell, she really did have it bad for bikers.


He withdrew enough to shoot her a look that curled her hair, if it hadn’t already been affected by the humidity. “You like motorcycle guys, Ever?”


God, he knew. She’d taken so many steps away from this Life. But she’d fallen right back into it as if five years of schooling, a nine-to-five job, and paying bills with money that wasn’t gained through some dark trade wasn’t behind her.


Digging her fingers into Jamison’s shoulders, she clawed at his T-shirt. The cotton was worn to softness. Too easily she pictured herself wearing it in the morning, walking into the kitchen, and getting coffee.


He moved to allow her to remove his shirt. It caught on her hand, and she flicked her wrist to remove it, sending it flying across the room.


Jamison’s laugh rumbled her breasts. “Watch the candle, baby.”


“Not your…”she sucked in sharply as he latched onto her neck with a sucking pull of his mouth, “…baby.”


“You’re mine tonight.”


That was enough.


His sculpted pecs and the ridges of his abs pressed her deeper into the mattress. When she realized he was sucking the same spot on her throat long enough to raise blood to the surface, she jerked her knee up.


“Damn.” He deflected her blow, and she hit his inner thigh, inches from his balls. “What’s that for?”


“Leaving a hickey on me. What are you—sixteen?”


He braced his arms on either side of her head and stared down at her for five heartbeats…six. The candlelight roamed over his features, shadow then light, cutting new paths of worry lines over his skin. He didn’t have an easy life. There was no Monday night football on TV or golf for Jamison. What the hell was she doing with another goddamn MC guy?


“You don’t want my marks on you. Is that it?”


His words licked over her, fanning her need. The ache in her pussy spread. As he continued to stare down at her, his eyes softened.


“Fine, no more marks.”


He rolled off and reached for the hem of her shirt. Tingles of awareness shot through her system as callused fingers met her skin. How long since someone had taken the time to learn the contours of her ribs, the dip of her belly?


Jamison did it oh, so well. He traced brand new paths over her body. When he flicked her bellybutton ring, he gave her a crooked smile.


Hell, he was a beautiful man. Cleaned up, he’d look like a soccer star, all lean, ropy muscle and chiseled jaw. His disheveled hair and a few grease smudges on his jeans only made him more desirable.


Cupping his jaw, she kissed him. Full-on fuck-me kisses that sent her up in flames. She bucked her hips against his, seeking an end. But he wouldn’t let her go too fast. Was that a good thing or not?

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Love Is…

I’m thrilled to tell you about Love Is… a 40 author short story charity anthology – the proceeds will benefit Reach Out and Read, which promotes literacy for families and children. I’m so excited to be part of this project. The reviews have been outstanding and I’m proud to be associated with such a fine group of authors.

Love is… has a Facebook page here.

And you can check out the reviews on the Love is… Goodreads page here.

There are a variety of sub-genres included in this anthology, as well as varying heat levels. Each story is labeled with its heat level 1-5, so you can choose hot or sweet or anywhere in between. My contribution is a contemporary romance in my Her Royal Romance world. The story can be enjoyed without reading the first two books, Her Royal Masquerade and Her Royal Bodyguard, but they are available if you’d like to catch up on the characters.

Her Royal Rendezvous
Heat rating: 3

Love is…
reunited lovers risking their hearts for a second chance.

Two years ago, Liliana Gullotti broke off her engagement to Tony Barone, head of royal security, because his job took over his life and left no time for her. But when she sees him at the prince’s wedding reception, she knows she’s never gotten over him. And she agrees to meet him at their old rendezvous spot one last time.

Tony never stopped loving Lil, but has honored her request to stay away from her. But once she approaches him at her cousin’s wedding, all bets are off. He’ll do whatever he can to show the sexy physician she means the world to him. And that a single rendezvous will never be enough.


She stepped out of the puddle of fabric and turned to face him, wearing only silky red panties and those heels that hurt her feet. Her dark eyes were wide and blazed with desire as she looked up at him. Her red lipstick was smudged and he wondered if he was wearing the remnants on his mouth. The thought made him smile. He never thought he’d be smearing Lil’s lipstick again.

“What?” she asked. “Why are you smiling?”

“Can’t I be happy that you’re here?”

She lowered her gaze, then lifted it again and returned his smile. “Sure. I’m happy I’m here too.” She shifted on her feet. Either he was making her uncomfortable or her shoes were.

Tony swept her up in his arms and carried her over to his bed. “Let’s get rid of these heels,” he said. He set her on the edge of the mattress and knelt in front of her. She was so short her feet didn’t come close to hitting the floor. He slipped off one shoe and then the other, tossing them somewhere behind him.

He lifted her foot to his lips and kissed her toes, the ball of her foot, the tender instep, and then went higher, sweeping his mouth along her ankle and up the calf. She was so soft. And as he licked his way up her thigh she became even softer.

The scent of her arousal grew stronger as he neared the juncture of her thighs. Lil had spread her legs wide of her own accord. A quick glance showed him that she rested back on her elbows, gazing down on him with a smile.

“Hey, handsome.” She lifted one leg and draped it over his shoulder.

Her panties were darker between her legs. He skimmed a finger down the damp center and she rocked her hips and cried out his name. Tony smiled and slipped his finger underneath the elastic. Oh yeah, she was slick and ready for him. But first he had to taste her again.

“Raise your hips, Lil.” He slipped her panties off and tossed them on top of the rumpled dress on the floor beside him. He lifted her ankles and rested her feet on his shoulders. She was still looking at him and he caught her gaze and gave her a wink. Then he swept his tongue along the length of her crease, tasting her cream and pleasing her the way he’d always loved to do. He dove in, licking and sucking the slick flesh.

“Yes. More. Just like that!”
Lil had always been vocal during sex. Tony had never had to wonder if she liked what he was doing. He gripped her hips and focused on her clit, swirling his tongue in tighter and tighter circles around that tiny bundle of nerves.

He’d missed the way she thrashed on the mattress. Missed the way his name echoed off the walls. And when he lightly scraped his teeth along her clit, he remembered how much he’d missed watching her come apart under him.

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A Terrifying New Writing Process by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #nanowrimo #amwriting

Hi everyone,

Determined not to be a one novel wonder (well, one and a half, if you count my co-authored novel), I signed up for NaNoWriMo last November. Knowing my crazy brain the way I do, I figured if I signed up for an actual challenge, something that I could fail, then I’d be much more likely to see it through. I don’t work weekends, so that took my month straight down to twenty days, but the maths told me it was 2,500 words a day, every week day, for a month. It was perfectly doable.

crest-bda7b7a6e1b57bb9fb8ce9772b8faafbNormally, my writing takes a back seat to everything else I do. I run my own business, Writer Marketing Services, which must take priority. I manage to squeeze my writing and self-promotion in around that, as well as the editing work I do. Somehow it works.

But in November, that all had to change. I couldn’t get through my to-do list and hope there was time and energy enough at the end of it to write. If I did that, some days I wouldn’t get any word count in, or a very low word count. Instead, urgent emails got answered and everything else took a back seat (I had, of course, let those that needed to know what was going on) until my 2.5k words were finished. This meant writing in the morning – something else I very rarely do, as I’m usually not awake until lunchtime. Once they were complete, I could get on with everything else.

It was weird, scary and damn challenging, but at the end of the month (a few days beforehand, actually), I had my completed 50k. This wasn’t the completed novel, though. Far from it. But I had, as they say, broken the back of it. And once I was that far into a project, there was no way I wasn’t going to see it through to the end. That and I was addicted to the characters, telling their story, and crafting a satisfactory ending. So I reverted back to my previous writing process (i.e. squeezing it in whenever possible) and powered through into the New Year, and ended up with a 90k+ manuscript. Wow.

And, even more excitingly, that manuscript will now see the light of day. The now-titled Pack of Lies (previously The Persecution of the Wolves) just released with Ellora’s Cave. Here’s the skinny:

pack-of-liesWerewolf brothers Matthew and Isaac have lived in the peaceful village of Eyam all their lives. The villagers know what happens every full moon, and are happy to keep their secret. But their privacy comes at a cost—neither brother has taken a lover in almost four hundred years.

Then at the full moon, a sheep is slaughtered on Eyam Moor, by what could only be an animal. A large, vicious animal. Even the brothers’ staunchest supporters begin to have their doubts. Meanwhile Isaac is smitten by a handsome newcomer to the village, while a vivacious visitor is happy to offer Matthew her all.

As they indulge their lust, they must clear their names and convince their neighbours that they aren’t also letting their baser instincts out to play.

Inside Scoop: This book contains sizzling scenes of both M/M and M/F sex.

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Lucy x


Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

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Consensual (Club Imperial 1) By Katherine Rhodes

Emmy leaned in the doorway of the room in a pair of black yoga pants and a light blue fleece. She had her arms crossed casually across her chest, and her face was completely neutral. Nathaniel had walked in and looked around, far wiser than he had been the day before; not nearly as intimidated by it in the bright day light filtering in.
He walked to his left and studied the objects on the wall. He pointed to each of them. “Floggers, whips, canes, cat o’nine tails.” Emmy nodded, her face completely empty of any emotions—she was all Domme at this point. Nathaniel inwardly grimaced; he was having trouble adapting to how quickly she could turn it on and off. “Well, we know I don’t have a problem with the floggers, not the light ones anyway. The cane is off the menu. Um… hard limit, right?”
“Right,” she said, and walked over and took the three of them off the wall. “What else?”
“I don’t know what the cat o’nine tails does,” he said, “but I know what the whips do. I’ve been hit with bullwhips before and that’s a no. Hard limit.”
She nodded and pulled the four whips off the wall. She took the object to a closet on the right side of the head of the bed. She leaned in and placed the whips and canes inside. She closed the closet, and leaned against the wall there. “What else?”
“The cat…” he said.
“The lighter ones work sort of like the flogger, but there’s more sting, less thud.”
Right, sting and thud. He took a deep breath. “I’ll call a soft limit on anything more than the light ones, and reserve the right to move those to hard limits.” She nodded, agreeable. “I don’t know what you do with the riding crops, but I have ideas. I reserve the right to put those in soft limits.” He pulled open the drawers and pulled out the demented pastry wheel. “Wartenburg wheel.” He smiled. “This could be interesting.” He put it back and opened another drawer. “Ok, vibrators and the like I’m OK with. I reserve the right to put the cock rings on the hard limit.”
She looked at him. “Keeps you stronger longer,” she offered.
He cocked his head at her. “I don’t recall that being a problem.”
She laughed. “We’ll put them on the soft limits,” she said. “There may be a time when you want to try them. One of our longer sessions.”
“Longer, right,” he said. Nathaniel closed the drawer and pulled one open further down. “CBT. Off the menu, no way. Not happening. I like the boys the way they are. You can take chastity off there as well. You aren’t caging my schlong.”
Emmy laughed at him, she couldn’t help it. “Okay, I’m not caging your schlong, as you say,” she said. “Remember this is about what you want, not what I want. After this it’s lady’s choice.”
He raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “No chastity. No CBT. And those sounder things? It will be a cold day in hell.”
“That’s fine,” she said, grabbing the kit. “I’m not fond of those anyway. They can cause permanent change in physiology.” She opened the drawers with the other items he mentioned and pulled them all out. She walked over to the closet and locked them all in.
He picked up the collar out of the drawer. “I would really prefer you didn’t use this.”
She sat on the bed. At some point she had taken the suspension level off of it and put it away in the closet. She looked at him. “For now,” she said, “I’m not going to enforce anything outside this room. Putting that on you in here or even in the apartment would be pointless. No one is going to see. The point of the collar is to be seen wearing it.”
He looked at it. “Have you ever used it?”
“I had a sub once who very much enjoyed it,” she said. “Collared and leashed any time we went out of the apartment on weekends. He would have worn it to work if I had let him.”
“You didn’t?”
“Safe, sane and consensual,” she said. “I did not find it appropriate that he wear something to work that would make others around him uncomfortable. He was very proud of being a sub, and he wanted to recruit people into the lifestyle.” She paused and blinked a few times. “We didn’t last very long. His reasons for doing what we do didn’t align with mine. At all.”
Nathaniel put it back. “No collar.”
“No collar.”
He pulled out a string with consecutively smaller beads on it. “Anal beads.” He looked at them and then looked at her. “I don’t know how I feel about this. I never really was into…”
“Anal play?” she offered, after he couldn’t find the word.
“Yeah, that,” he said.
“So you’ve never done anything anal?”
She pursed her lips. “You know enjoying anal play doesn’t make you gay.”
He rankled. “I am perfectly secure with myself, Emmy. I always have been. I’ve just never had an interest in anal play.”
She held up a hand. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to imply anything.”
“I know you didn’t. The truth is I’ve never had the chance, opportunity or the inclination.”
“Can we put that on the soft limit?” she asked, walking around the bed.
“I guess…”
She lifted them out of his hand and whispered, “They are stunningly erotic if you pull them out in the middle of an orgasm.” She put them back in the drawer. “I’d like the chance to prove that.”
Oh. He cleared his throat. “Alright then. Soft limits. Go easy on me?” He grinned, the sexiest grin.
“Of course,” she said, and sat down on the bed. Nathaniel walked over to the saw horse. “Paddle horse?”
“Or strapping horse, or saddle horse,” she said. “Whatever you like. They all mean the same thing.”
He eyed it, remembering the flogger the previous morning. He felt himself twitch, and suddenly realized he really wanted to try that. “Yeah, I’m good with it.” He looked at the bed, with the chains and cuffs in a much less menacing position, hanging almost limp in the corners. “I’m good with the bed, too, but… No suspension.”
“I thought so,” she said. “That’s why I put that away.”
He nodded and looked at the last piece of equipment in the corner, and walked over to it. “Saint Andrew’s cross,” he said, quietly. He ran a hand over the supple, soft black leather of the padding and up to the clips at the top.
“The padding comes off,” she said. “It’s snapped in place on the back.”
“Why would you take it off?”
“Some people prefer hard wood,” she said. “Some people like it very, very rough.”
“As I’m learning,” he said. “Padding on, but I’m not sure that…” He looked at her. “I know you tied me up, but that was my tie in your bedroom. This is different.”
She blinked. “How about I show you?”
He cocked his head. “Show me?”
“I’ll fasten you up on it,” she said. “If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll take you down and it’s a soft limit. If you don’t, we’ll play a little. Light stuff.” Her eyes glinted.
Nathaniel looked at the cross and back at Emmy. Find out; you trust her. He raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “Why not.”
She walked over to the drawers and pulled out two sets of leather cuffs with clips on them. She held out her hand for Nathaniel’s and he offered them to her. She wrapped the cuff around his wrist, just tight enough for her to slide a finger all the way around, and the same on the other side. She looked at him a second, and stopped. “T-shirt off, bottoms too,” she said.
“I thought this was a trial,” he said.
“It is,” she said. “But I don’t want you to get up there and feel ok, and then when I really fasten you on, naked, you balk on me. So. Naked. Now.”
Her tone was not to be trifled with. “Yes, Mistress,” he said, smiling. He pulled the t-shirt over his head, the cuffs feeling very strange. He pulled his pants and boxers off as well, and stepped out of them. Emmy nodded appreciatively and knelt down to cuff his ankles. The leather for both wrist and ankle was soft and supple like every other piece in the room. She wrapped and secured them.
“Why Velcro?” he asked. “There’s a release clip on them.”
“Velcro is a much faster release,” she said. “Until you see someone absolutely lose it from being restrained it doesn’t make sense, but once you do, you swear you will never use anything else again.” She looked up at him from where she was smoothing the last restraint around his ankle. “Nathaniel, you have to tell me if you’re going to freak out. I can get you out in an instant. No macho shit, ok?”
He swallowed hard. “No macho shit.”

Consensual (sexy)

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Family Vacation…Never Again

I love to travel and the thought of seeing or experiencing something new is always exciting. In this case a family vacay with some new family members. We faced a lot of challenges just to get on the road. We had a slight crisis that left us in a financial bind, and instead of calling off the trip (our oldest son already took those days off work) we rallied to find the best way to enjoy the vacation.

So in the midst of the chaos we found a small pocket of fun. We focused on the seeing our goddaughter. She’s home for a bit unitl she ships out to her permanent assignment. We’ve got one more major event planned before we blow this popsicle stand…Six Flags.

While I write this post in the lobby of the hotel, two little children, one one named Liam, are running around like they have no home training while theire parental figure stood by and watched.

Oh the places we go and the things we see. I enjoy spending time with my family and I wouldn’t have missed this opportunity for anything. I’m in a bit of a funk at the moment, but it will pass. Life is about living, taking the good with the bad and doing things to the best of our ability.

I’m always inspired when I’m on a road trip and I was able to start a new story with some very good clarity. I can’t wait to finish what I started. The characters swirling in my head are an interesting bunch, so I’m excited to see which way they go.

Sex, Lies and Joysticks has a release date of September 9. If it changes again, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, Indulge Your Inner Desires.

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FREE book! Watching Sin – MMF is free on…

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A Fetish & Fantasy Short Story

by: Lori King

After fifteen years as a bland housewife, Alana is ready to shake up her life by fulfilling her darkest fantasy. She wants to be watched. Her exhibitionist streak is ready to break free, and she knows exactly whom she wants for her voyeur.

Doug would give his wife, Alana, the moon if she asked, so he’s more than willing to participate in a public threesome at a fetish party if it makes her kinky wishes come true. His business partner and best friend, Killian is the wild card in their plan.

A businessman first, and a trained Dominant second, Killian never gets tied down to one submissive. He’s a lover with commitment issues, but he doesn’t hesitate to help fulfill Doug and Alana’s fantasies. Once the fantasy is set in motion, the three players must decide if watching sin is enough…

Warning: Adult Themes-For Mature Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. M/M/F, graphic language, consensual BDSM, public sex, HFN. Short story Approx. 14,200 words.

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A little BDSM anyone?

 photo PleasingMrSuttonRed_300_zps0d321325.jpgI’m working on a new West Coast story which I’ll be releasing in August. Pleasing Mr. Sutton, Book 5 in the series, is BDSM lite, meaning you’ll get a bit of spanking. And a bit of flogging. No heavy pain scenes, just loads of sexy fun. Here’s the blurb and cover to whet your appetite!

Chairman of the board Rance Sutton is looking for a new playmate, an untried submissive he can train to do things his wicked way.

Miss Dawson, the chairman’s personal secretary, wants to get a lot more personal. What better way than becoming his new submissive? After all, she already does everything his way. So really, what’s a little spanking, flogging, handcuffing, and blindfolding if the payoff is Mr. Sutton in her bed? And that’s something she’s dreamed about for the entire five  years she’s worked for him.

The problem? This will be no love affair. He will be her master. And she will be his slave. Miss Dawson’s desires aren’t part of the bargain; everything will be about pleasing Mr. Sutton…

I love Rance. He’s my kind of sexy executive dom. Here’s a little quote that’s typical Rance:

“I have only one rule, Miss Dawson. You will do anything I tell you to do precisely when I tell you to do it.”

I’d love to hear what you think of the cover!

You can find Revenge, Book 1 in the West Coast series here: iBooks iBooks UK iBooks AU Kindle Kindle UK Nook Kobo All Romance Smashwords Coffee Time Romance

And don’t miss my previous release with a hot new cover! Not in the Game:
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It’s Only a Test

In  two weeks I will have my first test for purple belt in the martial arts style of Tang Soo Do. As with anything that requires normal vision, this has been a challenge, but the instructor has been very patient and a lot of fun.

The hardest thing for me in this class has been the one steps and sparring. After a certain distance, people disappear from my visual field. We don’t do much sparring, but one steps, where one partner attacks the other and the attackee counters while the attacker remains still- and we perform the moves we’ve learned in class like roundhouse kick, inside/outside block or a punch.

Since starting this class, I’ve lost weight and gained much confidence in the ability to defend myself should the unthinkable happen. Now if there was a way to defend against tripping and falling over obstacles in the middle of sidewalks that would be great. :-)

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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Love Is…

On August fifth, the LOVE IS… anthology will release at e-tailers near you! A collection of 300,000 words, and more than 40 authors, covering all heat ranges and genres, there’s something in here to appeal to everyone. And all of the proceeds are going to charity — specifically, to:

Reach out and Read which prepares America’s youngest children to succeed in school by partnering with doctors to prescribe books and encourage families to read together.


a collection of more than 40 authors and 300,000 words.

And my own contribution to Love Is…

HER ROYAL RENDEZVOUS – a Her Royal Romance story.

Love is…
reunited lovers risking their hearts for a second chance.

Two years ago, Liliana Gullotti broke off her engagement to Tony Barone, head of royal security, because his job took over his life and left no time for her. But when she sees him at the prince’s wedding reception, she knows she’s never gotten over him. And she agrees to meet him at their old rendezvous spot one last time.

Tony never stopped loving Lil, but has honored her request to stay away from her. But once she approaches him at her cousin’s wedding, all bets are off. He’ll do whatever he can to show her she means the world to him. And that a single rendezvous will never be enough.


“Dance with me, Liliana.” His voice was soft and deep and seductive.

She didn’t even try to resist him. Liliana wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against him.
She’d always loved dancing with Tony. There was something about resting her head on his chest and being enveloped by him that had always made her feel safe and protected. Not that she needed to be protected from anything.

She just liked being in his arms. That hadn’t changed. He hadn’t changed. Or had he?

“I thought you were working,” she murmured as the musicians slid from one love song to another.

“I’m taking a break.” The warm amusement in his voice relaxed her even more. “My team has everything covered.”

“Oh.” They moved together seamlessly, as they always had. Thighs brushing. Hips shifting as they danced to a song about love lost and found. Of wasted time and seizing the moment. His breath was warm against her cheek as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Meet me in the garden, Lil. The bench in the center. You know the one.”

“Of course, I know the one.” She swallowed, but didn’t lift her head from his shoulder. Her heart raced eagerly. “I just don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

His lips tickled her ear. “It’s a great idea.”

It was tempting. He was tempting. Her body wanted to seize the moment but her brain reminded her of the reasons she’d left. “I can’t. I’m on duty in the morning.”

“Then don’t keep me waiting.”

Now she did lift her head, narrowed her eyes as she looked up at him. “Me? Keep you waiting?”

“I know.” He stroked her hair softly until she rested her head back down on his shoulder. Their dancing was now not much more than swaying in place. “I know.”

Before she could say anything else, the song ended. Tony eased away when it was announced that the bride and groom would be departing soon. He grasped her hands, caught her gaze. “Midnight in the garden.”

Liliana found herself nodding before Tony turned back to the job that was taking him from her once again.

I’m so excited to be part of this anthology! Feel free to visit our Facebook page, where you can like us and be kept up to date on the release and get in on the big release day contest! 40 authors! 300,000 words! All heat levels and sub-genres! 99 cents! Proceeds to literacy! How can you lose?

Aug 5th! Only a week to go!


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BrainStorm Session of Romantic Ideas

Hi everyone,

As some of you may know I have a blog where I post romantic ideas every day.

I like to keep them fresh.

Today, I’d love to do a Brainstorm session with 69 Shades of Smut readers.

You can either post them here or on my Spice It Up blog.

So let’s narrow down the categories





So what’s your favorite idea?

Can’t think of anything?

What was your favorite romantic gesture from your lover?

Favorite romantic destination? Why?

There are endless possibilities.

Everyone who leaves a comment will be entered to win a copy of my latest release In Too Deep


You can read more

So let’s get those ideas flowing, you can put in more than one comment.




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