Monthly Archives: May 2013

New Release! STOP OR I’LL SPANK!

So excited about my new release STOP OR I’LL SPANK, the sequel to my hot sexy Bestselling suspense THE GIRL WHO CRIED WOLF!  It picks up where that book left off, featuring no-nonsense cop Dylan Sinclair and his girlfriend Brynn Foster!

In this sequel to THE GIRL WHO CRIED WOLF, Brynn Foster decides to stick her nose into the murder case her boyfriend, San Francisco Police Inspector Dylan Sinclair is investigating.

Dylan shouldn’t be surprised. Brynn is always getting into trouble for doing things she shouldn’t.  Whether it’s for inviting Dylan’s sister and her boyfriend over to dinner without telling him, or for painting the living room a color she knows he won’t like, she does what she wants, even if she ends up over his knee for a sound spanking.

But this investigation is more dangerous than redecorating their apartment. A man is dead, and if she isn’t careful, a spanking is going to be the least of her troubles.

Excerpt:

By the time Kat and Reese left, Brynn was congratulating herself on how well the evening had gone. Not only were Dylan and his sister back on good terms, but the cold war between the two men was finally over. She didn’t know what had transpired while she and Kat had been in the kitchen getting dessert, and she didn’t care. As far as she was concerned, it was all good.

But when she closed the door behind the other couple and turned to face her boyfriend, Dylan was standing there with his arms folded across his broad chest and a scowl on his handsome face. He wasn’t seriously going to be mad at her for inviting Kat and Reese over, was he?

Brynn sighed. “I know what you’re going to say.”

He arched a brow. “Really?”

“Yes. You’re going to say I shouldn’t have invited Kat and Reese over for dinner without telling you first.”

“A little heads-up would have been nice.”

“I know. And I’m sorry.” She sidled over to loop her arms around his neck. When  he didn’t wrap his around her, she gave him a pout. “Honey, if I told you I wanted to invite them to dinner, you would have said no.”

“You’re right. I probably would have. But you still should have asked me.”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and gave him a contrite look. “I said I was sorry.”

His green eyes deepened in color, becoming more emerald. “And I forgive you. But I’m still going to make sure you don’t pull a stunt like that again.”

Pull a stunt like that again? What was she, twelve? Brynn laughed. “And how exactly are you going to do that?”

His mouth quirked. “I’m going to spank you.”

Brynn’s eyes went wide. Was he for real?

She opened her mouth to ask, but Dylan had already sat down on the couch and was guiding her over his knee. She placed her hands on the carpeted floor to get her balance, but she needn’t have worried. Dylan’s strong hand on her back kept her from going anywhere, including pushing herself up from his lap.

She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him. “Honey, seriously?”

“Seriously. A good spanking will make you think twice before you do something like this again.”

Brynn blinked. Dylan had spanked her a lot of times, but it had always been sexual. He’d never done it to punish her. That was completely different, and she wasn’t sure what she thought of it. Before she could protest, her boyfriend brought his hand down on her upturned ass with a resounding smack.

Buy it at Blushing Books!
http://www.blushingbooks.com/index.php?l=product_detail&p=484

Buy it at Amazon!
http://www.amazon.com/Stop-or-Ill-Spank-ebook/dp/B00CK0YRAC/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1367113065&sr=1-1&keywords=Paige+Tyler+Stop+Or+I%27ll+Spank

*hugs*
Paige

Sexy Romantic Fiction!

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com

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Claimed By the Alpha

I always knew I wanted to be a writer. I wrote my first story after watching The Exorcist at my 8th birthday party. It wasn’t very good. It was about a disabled girl who was possessed by a demon that lived in the woods. 

But I was always telling stories. When I was in middle school, my best friend and I still played with My Little Ponies. We made up stories for them and a lot of the time, they were gritty and kind of awful. The one that sticks out most in my memory is Porn Star Pony. She went to Hollywood to be an actress, but she couldn’t get a job. Waitressing was too much work for too little pay and she fell in with a bad crowd… 

I guess you could say I’ve always done bad things to my characters, too.

Like my newest coming soon from Nocturne Cravings called Claimed By the Alpha. The recipe calls for zombies, werewolves, a mad scientist, a hijacked luxury train, hot sex, and a woman who finds out the man she falls for isn’t a man at all, but a beast. Just like the one that killed her mother. But the only way to stop the spread of the infection is to face her biggest fear. 

I’ve had such a blast writing this one. Want a peek?

Excerpt:

“And you? You’re not a dangerous male?” The air around them changed as soon as she spoke—heavy.

He laughed—the sound rich and decadent. Its resonance sent shivers through her body and centered deep in her core where lust sparked and burned.

“Oh, malenkaya. I am.” His cold gaze was suddenly hot, raking over every inch of her as if she belonged to him. “The most dangerous in Aynkava.”

 She’d heard those lines before, males puffed up like blowfish on their own reputations. As if she were some mortal woman afraid of the crawling things in the dark and not a cop who’d been into the abyss and clawed her way out for her Guild badge. Yet, with Luka Stanislav, she believed every word from his granite carved mouth.

 Marijka knew part of it was the adrenaline, the rush of being alive when surrounded by death and the fear coursing through her veins as the coming pack signaled their descent onto the small village. Her analytical mind told her this was nothing but a chemical reaction, one she could overlook and put from her mind as soon as she parted company with the handsome Luka Stanislav.

But she didn’t want to put it from her head. What Marijka did want was a few hours of mindless pleasure, of touch. Some connection with another living being even if it was no deeper than a one-time fuck in the upstairs of a quaint country inn with honeyed vodka on her breath.

“If you’re so dangerous, wouldn’t I be better off on my own?” She cast a quick glance over her shoulder and knew there was something there—watching, waiting. Something hungry. Part of her wanted to run, but part of her wanted to stay too because leaving with him was a retreat.

“Perhaps. That is your choice to make.” He shrugged again as if it mattered little to him either way, but Marijka had watched his eyes flash from frigid indifference to languid heat. “Although I suggest whatever you choose, you do it quickly.”

“The inn,” she blurted before she could stop herself.

He held out her hand to her, his tanned fingers large and broad. “Then take my hand to mark your choice.”

To show those who were watching she was with him. Under his protection. Dear God, who was he that a pack of werewolves feared to attack him?

Marijka thrust her hand into his and he led her casually down the cobbled street as if the beasts slavering for their blood in the dark behind them meant nothing.

 

 

 

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Heading for the Beach!

When you read this on May 14th, I’ll be on my way from western New York to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We’re pulling a travel trailer, heading for a campground right on the beach. I’m so looking forward to burying my toes in the sand and relaxing to the sound of the surf. And if I’m lucky, checking out some hunks, all wet from the waves.

So this is a quick post to give you some release dates I have coming up. 🙂

Voluptuous will be released from Ellora’s Cave on September 6th.

Silken Canvas is available now in e-book version, but will be out in print on November 5th.

Playing for Real, book #5 in the Paolo’s Playhouse series will be released from Samhain on March 18, 2014.

We plan to be back home before my next scheduled blog date, May 28th and I’ll have some pictures to share then. Until then, have a great couple weeks!

Natasha
www.natashamoore.com

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Excitement of an impending release

We’ve all been there (if not shame on you and your partner too). It starts as a relaxed feeling. You’re finally on your way. Things are looking and feeling good.

There’s a little flicker and you get excited because you know this is how it begins.

A spark builds from that flicker and begins to grow and my does it feel real good. If things keep moving in this direction you know what’s going to happen next.

That spark grows into a flame. That flame grows into a wildfire. Your body is humming with energy. There are so many emotions and feelings that you can’t seem to categorize them until finally you explode.

Your entire essence seems as though it was shattered into a million pieces.

You’re riding a high like no other.

Yep…I’m talking about a new book release.

What else did you think I was talking about?

My sci-fi erotic romance sequel to Dangerously Mine will be available from Ellora’s Cave on May 24th!

Dangerously Yours

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Blurb:

The steamy standalone sequel to Dangerously Mine.

Kane Epps divides his life into two distinct parts—before the alien invasion and after. Before the invasion, he had a pregnant wife and a high-powered job. After the invasion, he’s left with only himself and his hatred for all things alien. He channels his bitterness by captaining a vessel of renegade humans—space pirates who don’t think twice about taking what they need.

Princess Sa’Mya is on the run. She and a few trusted advisers fled her home planet, only to be captured by the sexy, dangerous Captain Epps. He claims to hate aliens but can’t seem to resist touching her or kissing her…everywhere. As Kane introduces Sa’Mya to ever-increasing, unimaginable realms of pleasure, the princess becomes determined to earn his trust. She’s used to getting what she wants. And this time, what she wants is Kane Epps.

Inside Scoop: This space-opera romance contains male/male sex scenes, girl-on-girl action, group sex and some good old-fashioned voyeurism.

Excerpt:

“Princess, we will enter Tolanis airspace within the hour.” Nebin’s deep voice came through the speaker by her headrest, loud and clear.

“Thank you, Nebin.” Princess Sa’Mya Lacolil of Laconia did her best to contain her excitement. She had never been to Tolanis. In honesty, the only other place she’d ever gone to besides her home planet was the moon Sonis.

She couldn’t wait to explore Tolanis, a midsized planet known for its advances in fashion. The condition for that small luxury? She would have to keep her name and royal origins a secret from the natives. Uncle Umar had posted a notice describing her as a distraught runaway. Every species looking to increase the number of credits in their accounts would be after her to claim the reward.

Nebin had assured her she would go undetected if she obeyed him. Nebin was the only person she took orders from. He was her trusted guard, the guard her deceased father had appointed to watch over her since birth. Of all those in her life whom she had loved, Nebin was the only one still living.

Nebin sat next to Moira, her personal assistant, at the controls in the front of the five-seat transporter. Neither provided her a backward glance as they focused on guiding the transport to Tolanis. From Tolanis, they would rendezvous with the luxury vessel that would take them to Prysvinta, their final destination.

Sa’Mya sat in one of the uncomfortable seats in the rear. She had instructed Nebin to get a large vessel, one with all the amenities befitting a princess. Since she was the sole owner of the largest shipping and hauling company in the galaxy, he had thousands of vessels to choose from. But he had opted for a small, inconspicuous vessel, which was not appropriate for her…status.

In Nebin’s defense, they had been trying to sneak off Laconia and away from her uncle. According to Nebin, a larger vessel would have alerted her uncle’s guards with a quick recapture to follow. She had agreed, albeit begrudgingly.

Sa’Mya scanned the stark white walls of her cramped surroundings.

Blah.

A painting of Laconia’s unspoiled lands on the hull walls would have really perked up the space. Ancients, even a view port would be welcome because at least then she could see the stars.

Against her better judgment, she initiated the intercom again. “Has there been any more communication from my uncle?”

“I have not seen any indication,” Nebin said. “Moira, have you caught anything?”

“No, Umar has not made contact,” Moira replied.

“As if you would tell me if he had,” Sa’Mya whispered. It’s because of you that my uncle knows my every move.

Sa’Mya narrowed her eyes as she watched the back of Moira’s head. The severe bun Moira always wore reflected her personality. Moira was traitorous to say the least. Her uncle had promoted Moira from a menial factory position to serve as her personal assistant.

Two cycles ago Moira had “appeared” in Sa’Mya’s private rooms. Where is Medina? Sa’Mya had asked. Huffing, Moira had replied that she was Sa’Mya’s new assistant. Sa’Mya hadn’t seen Medina since.

Although she and Moira were the same age, Moira looked ten times older. Wrinkles outlined Moira’s features. Her nose resembled a bird’s beak and her eyes were too small and too close together to be considered attractive.

Moira’s upgrade in lifestyle and expensive clothing did nothing to disguise her hard disposition. Sa’Mya couldn’t remember if she had ever seen Moira smile. Laugh? Definitely not.

Sa’Mya squeezed her eyes shut and gave her head a slight shake. Sensing the change in her mood, Yazmine, her new maid, whispered soothing words in her ear. In the short time she had known Yazmine, Sa’Mya had come to count on her in more ways than one. Yazmine had also whispered words of comfort after King Taio had reneged on his and Sa’Mya’s bonding contract.

She hadn’t exactly minded that there wouldn’t be a match between herself and the fierce warrior. She’d understood the bond would have been in name only. King Taio would have gotten the much-needed financial support his thriving new world needed and she would have gained safety and protection from Uncle Umar. But it had hurt nonetheless. Her composure had remained intact while he gave her the news, but behind closed doors she had wept on Yazmine’s shoulder.

Sa’Mya was grateful King Taio had agreed to let Yazmine leave Sonis. It was the least he could have done for sending Sa’Mya on her way while he trounced around the galaxy trying to find his pregnant human slave, Eva.

Yazmine, in a word, was beautiful. Every time Sa’Mya looked upon Yazmine, she found something new and appealing.

While they were both the same height, Yazmine was slender compared to Sa’Mya’s own curvy frame. They both shared waist-length hair. Where hers fell in uncontrollable waves of deep gold, Yazmine’s hung straight in a fall of glossy black with gold streaks. And while they shared the same golden tone the inhabitants of the sand planets in the Zaronna system were famous for, Yazmine’s skin was brighter compared to Sa’Mya’s.

“Yazmine.” Sa’Mya hooked her leg across her right armrest. She’d chosen the perfect dress for the trip, the one with slits that ran up both sides to mid-hip.

From her seat next to Sa’Mya, Yazmine initiated the semi-privacy screen that separated the back from the front. Over the hum of the transporter engine came the click of Yazmine’s safety harness. Yazmine’s deft fingers sliding in and out of her would be the welcome distraction she needed and the one thing that could possibly make the short trip bearable.

Nothing else relaxed her quicker. And after what she’d been through these past lunar cycles, she needed some relaxing. King Taio had reneged and Uncle Umar pursued her relentlessly, not intending to shower her with hugs and gifts either. She was running for her life.

Yazmine kneeled in front of her, positioning herself between Sa’Mya’s open legs. Sa’Mya watched as Yazmine lifted her gown to expose her bare pussy. Normally Sa’Mya wouldn’t have dared let Yazmine expose her in such an open display of wanton need. But no one watched, so she would allow Yazmine to pleasure her any way she pleased.

With a light touch, Yazmine spread Sa’Mya’s folds with one hand and slid a slender digit into her pussy up to the knuckle.

Inhaling deeply, Sa’Mya leaned back into her seat. “Umm.”

Yazmine’s finger caressed Sa’Mya’s walls, gliding effortlessly in her wet sheath. Yazmine added another finger to the first, stretching her. “Princess?”

Even as Yazmine was busy massaging and teasing, Yazmine’s focus was on Sa’Mya’s breasts that spilled from the top of her red, low-cut gown. Sa’Mya smiled at the hunger in Yazmine’s bronze-colored slanted eyes.

Sa’Mya lazily teased her hardened nipples through the expensive fabric. She inhaled with a hiss of pleasure. “Do you want to touch my breasts?”

Yazmine moaned softly and extended her free hand. “Yes, please.”

Sa’Mya laughed and slapped Yazmine’s hand away. “But I didn’t say you could.” Sa’Mya gripped and pinched each nipple and gave a small choke of pleasure.

Yazmine’s tongue darted across her top lip and Sa’Mya’s stomach fluttered. “I can think of one thing that would feel better than a finger,” Sa’Mya moaned.

“Princess,” Yazmine whimpered softly. “Join me.” Yazmine pressed on Sa’Mya’s safety-harness release.

Sa’Mya stilled Yazmine. “No. You want me, your princess, to lie on the floor?” Not to mention, the idea of being unrestrained in a transporter traveling through space at light speed made her pale.

“Then let me…” Yazmine fluttered her eyelashes and sucked her lower lip in her mouth.

“Let you what?” Sa’Mya asked, recovering her breath.

Sa’Mya lowered the stretchable fabric of her gown below her breast. The harness crossed her chest, making her breasts stand up in perfect mounds. Yazmine whimpered again as Sa’Mya trailed one red-manicured nail in a circular path from one golden globe to the other.

“Lick them.”

“Lick them?” Sa’Mya asked. Yazmine’s finger slipped deeper into Sa’Mya’s slick valley. “Umm.”

“I won’t disappoint. I never disappoint.”

The smell of Yazmine’s sweet scent of arousal mixed with her own began to fill the small space.

“You may.”

Yazmine groaned and leaned forward, pulling her nipple between pouty, pink lips. Sa’Mya cradled her head closer, scraping her nails across Yazmine’s scalp. Yazmine’s tongue swirled and prodded, lapped and licked.

Sa’Mya opened her legs wider and rotated her hips in slow, circular motions. Yazmine’s fingers played on Sa’Mya’s miltori, her pleasure spot, teasing the highly sensitive, ridged area just inside her pussy.

Yazmine twirled her tongue, teasing, before grazing her teeth over Sa’Mya’s ultra-sensitive nipple.

Sa’Mya hissed. “Do not bruise me.” She gripped Yazmine’s hair.

A smile played on Yazmine’s lips as she let go of one nipple to graze her teeth across the other. Sa’Mya hissed again. The sensation of pain mixed with pleasure intensified the heat and wetness coming from Sa’Mya’s pussy.

When Yazmine massaged her miltori again, Sa’Mya arched her back. “Ohh, I will make you pay for being so naughty.” In disregard of the undignified position, Sa’Mya swung her other leg over the adjacent armrest, opening herself fully.

Sa’Mya rolled her hips, meeting Yazmine’s fingers. Yazmine probed farther, sliding in and out of Sa’Mya’s dripping sheath. Sa’Mya palmed Yazmine’s full breast, massaging and tweaking her nipple. Yazmine flicked her eyes up to Sa’Mya’s and twirled a sinful tongue around her nipple.

After a throaty giggle, Yazmine latched onto the other nipple, making sure to give both equal attention. This is exactly why I brought her from Sonis, Sa’Mya thought with a satisfied moan. Nothing felt better than Yazmine’s fingers…or tongue.

Grabbing a handful of Yazmine’s hair, Sa’Mya plucked her from a swollen bud.

“Princess?” Yazmine asked.

Sa’Mya angled Yazmine’s head so that she looked directly up to her. “You will now lick my pussy.” When Yazmine smiled, Sa’Mya gripped her hair tighter. “You will make me come.”

Yazmine’s eye’s sparked with lust. “As you wish.”

Sa’Mya pushed Yazmine down her abdomen. Yazmine nipped and licked as she descended. Finally reaching her treasure, Yazmine placed light kisses on Sa’Mya’s soft folds. Sa’Mya held Yazmine’s hair away from her face, wanting nothing to get into Yazmine’s way.

Yazmine watched Sa’Mya with heavily lidded eyes. She used her thumbs to spread Sa’Mya’s plump folds and swipe a sinful tongue across Sa’Mya’s wet pussy.

“Yazmine,” Sa’Mya whimpered. A thin line of pearly fluid ran from her pussy to the tip of Yazmine’s tongue. Sa’Mya shuddered and her pussy throbbed.

Yazmine used a finger to scoop the trailing liquid into her mouth. “Umm…sweeter than the juice of zangola, Princess.”

Sa’Mya’s shallow breathing was now audible. Her stomach quivered in anticipation. Sa’Mya wrapped her legs tightly around Yazmine’s shoulders. Yazmine would make her come as promised.

Without warning, the vessel slowed abruptly. The safety harness constricted, locking Sa’Mya in place. As it bit into her torso, air was forced from her lungs and Yazmine tumbled from between her legs.

Sa’Mya’s eyes flew open as she began to gasp for air. Her vision swam in front of her, pain coursed up her spine. They had stopped. What’s going on? Tracking beam. Uncle Umar?

Sa’Mya’s heart slammed against her chest as she fumbled for the harness release lever. She grasped and pulled. Nothing happened. Strangling, she struggled for another breath. None would enter her gaping mouth.

She tried the release lever again. Her lungs were on fire. In total panic, Sa’Mya yanked with all her might.

Finally, with a click, the lever released. Sa’Mya fell forward to her hands and knees, gasping for air. Her hair framed her face. She tried to focus. Sounds of alarm bells rang in the background.

Sa’Mya closed her eyes and fought the blurriness. She inhaled and her lungs burned. The second breath cooled the sensation of the first, but not by much.

A throbbing pain magnified across her skull. Her head spun slightly.

With a shaky hand, she stabilized her arm against the seat. Even though her harness no longer restricted her, she still struggled to breathe. Her gaze darted around the compartment. Yazmine slumped, unconscious, by the wall.

Lead filled her limbs as she crawled to Yazmine. Sa’Mya pushed aside locks of Yazmine’s hair to check the side of her neck for a pulse. It was there, but weak and thready. Yazmine’s breathing was too slow. Sa’Mya straightened Yazmine and leaned her against the wall. She was sure the only reason Yazmine was alive was because her legs had been locked around Yazmine’s body.

She focused her attention to the front, where yelling voices sounded distant although they were mere steps away. Sa’Mya staggered to her feet and pushed the privacy screen to the side.

“Princess, stay fastened.” Nebin snapped his head to look at her. His gray-colored eyes scanned her from top to bottom before turning.

She ignored his command and entered the cockpit. Nebin could scold her later. Her legs threatened to buckle underneath her more than once. Sa’Mya made the last wobbly step with outstretched hands and grabbed the back of Moira’s chair for support. She made it by sheer determination.

“What in blazes is going on here?” Sa’Mya dug her nails in the leather headrest. She feared her legs would no longer support her weight. “Yazmine’s injured, she needs medical attention.”

Preoccupied with tending to the lights, sirens and beeps that filled the control console, neither Nebin nor Moira answered her. Sa’Mya opened her mouth to ask them again, but nothing came out.

Sa’Mya gripped the headrest as her vision swam. The contents of her breakfast crept up her throat. Her lungs still burned. With every breath she took, she fought for air.

Moira whipped around. “Princess, we are losing air pressure. Sit down.”

“Don’t you dare speak to me that way,” Sa’Mya mumbled.

“We can’t get away from them.” Nebin’s voice seemed far away.

Get away from whom? Uncle Umar?

Stumbling, Sa’Mya reached out, but caught empty air. She tried again. Her mind clouded and her vision closed in. She thought she heard the distant sound of Moira’s scream before everything went dark.

Available May 24th

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An Introduction and What’s Going On

 

Hi everyone, I’m Lucy Felthouse and I’m delighted to be a permanent member of the 69 Shades of Smut team. For my first post, I just wanted to introduce myself and let you know what I’ve had released recently, and what’s coming soon. So, without further ado…

Lucy FelthouseMy bio: 

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Recently Released:

The Perfect DomThe Perfect Dom

Four kinky and erotic BDSM tales from the smutty pen of Lucy Felthouse.

Balancing the Books
Philip’s a well off man, and doesn’t need a job. But when he sees the gorgeous owner of his local bookshop, he applies for the role that’s being advertised there immediately. He’s totally stricken by the stunning Giovanna, and when it turns out she wants to boss him around in a sexual sense as well as an employment sense, he has no intention of refusing.

Feeling the Heat
Taylor and Maisie’s car has broken down. Luckily, Taylor’s handy with engines and is working hard to get them back on the road. Unfortunately, Maisie is getting annoyed at the amount of time he’s spending in the garage and confronts him. Instead of arguing back, though, Taylor comes up with an ingenious plan to keep Maisie quiet.

The Perfect Dom
Part of Mia’s nightwear is a pair of hotpants with SPANK ME emblazoned across the arse. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but when she forgets that she has a houseguest and heads to the kitchen for a drink, she’s shocked to find Alex in her living room. Immediately spotting what he sees as an invitation written across Mia’s bottom, Alex makes an offer and Mia soon discovers that he is, in fact, the perfect dom.

Meet Me at the Spanish Steps
Darby is working at a holiday camp on the outskirts of Rome and is getting along just fine, with the exception of her sex life. For various reasons, she’s not getting what she wants in the bedroom, and her tastes are very particular. She turns to the Internet to get what she needs, and when she discovers William, it seems that he’s more than willing—and capable—of scratching that particular itch.

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-perfect-dom/

The Military WifeThe Military Wife

Three hot and romantic military tales from the pen of uniform aficionado, Lucy Felthouse.

The Military Wife
Tess’ salacious fantasies about her husband, Aidan, see her through the long periods of time when she doesn’t see him—when he’s away on tour with the Army. The rest of the time, she has to deal with day to day life alone. One day, a dull chore is interrupted by the unexpected arrival of her husband, and things quickly hot up in their kitchen, and beyond.

Passing Out Passion
When Christina attends her brother’s passing out parade with her parents, she’s full of pride at his achievement. What she’s not expecting, though, is to bump into old flame Phil Ashdown. They didn’t part on good terms and the atmosphere between them is awkward. But when they’re forced into conversation, it turns out that all those years ago, there was a misunderstanding. One that can very easily be put right.

Double Vision
Becky’s a military wife with a uniform fetish. She loves nothing more than having fun in the bedroom with her squaddie husband, where they share and act out many of their fantasies. However, there’s one fantasy that she’s never divulged, as it breaks their rule about bring other people into their sex life. One day, though, Becky decides to bite the bullet and tell Paul everything. She never expects him to make her fantasy come true. But then, Paul’s a very resourceful man.

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-military-wife/

Coming Together With CurvesComing Together with Curves

Curvy girls and the men (and women!) that love them is the theme of this charity anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From Zumba classes to Burlesque dancers, all kinds of big and beautiful women are portrayed between the pages of this book. Read about birthday surprises, smut at the gym, horse riders, lusty couples, naughty neighbours, skilled bakers, rope bondage and misunderstandings from some of erotica’s best authors.

Sales proceeds benefit Parkinson’s UK.

Contents: Six Lengths of Red Hemp (Tilly Hunter), Cross Trainer Number Four (Lily Harlem), Bella Buxom, Just Squeeze Me (JoAnne Kenrick), Captivated (Elizabeth Lapthorne), Red Rag to a Bull (Victoria Blisse), Girl Next Door (Bella Blake), Lush Buns (Sommer Marsden), The Big Reveal (Giselle Renarde), The Wrong End of the Stick (Lucy Felthouse), Riding School (Bella Blake), Flesh For Fantasy (Lexie Bay).

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/coming-together-with-curves/

Smut by the Sea Volume 2Smut by the Sea Volume 2

Light hearted, sexy fun by the sea is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the sun soaked beaches of Brazil to the altogether cooler coastal towns of England, Smut by the Sea Volume 2 has it all. Whatever your interpretation of naughty seaside fun, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Amusement arcades, beach houses, mermaids, honeymooners, shipwrecks, sex toys and more abound in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

Contains stories from Victoria Blisse, Tilly Hunter, Rachel Randall, Giselle Renarde, Tamsin Flowers, Lucy Felthouse, Kate Britton, Jillian Boyd, Bel Anderson, Cass Peterson, Delyth Angharad, T C Mill, Erzabet Bishop, Tenille Brown and Annabeth Leong.

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/smut-by-the-sea-volume-2/

Coming Soon:

A Taste of ParisA Taste of Paris

Book two of the A Taste Of… series

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are traveling on their year off before going to University.

Unfortunately, Kristian has been called back home due to a family emergency. Ryan continues on to Paris alone, hoping his friend will join him again soon.

In the meantime, Ryan’s lucky streak with women continues, and by the time Kristian makes it to Paris, Ryan’s bumper box of condoms is depleting rapidly. However, there are more than enough women to go around, and Kristian intends to have some sexy fun of his own.

Grand SlamGrand Slam (co-authored with Lily Harlem)

PLEASE NOTE: This is an unofficial blurb.

Marie Sherratt is beginning a new life in California. Her qualifications and determination have taken her to the Los Carlos Tennis Academy, where she will be the on-site psychologist for all the players, including world-famous Travis Connolly. She’s followed Travis’ career for years and also happens to think he’s seriously hot. Her first in-the-flesh glimpse of him isn’t quite what she was expecting, and from then onwards, things between her and Travis do not run smoothly, especially when it turns out the attraction is mutual.

Can Marie help Travis to regain his title as world’s number one seed? Or will their feelings get in the way?

 

I’ve also got a novella that’s contracted and I’m waiting on edits and a cover. Hopefully that should be out within the next few weeks. I also have tons out on submission and other stuff I’m waiting for contracts for. There’s plenty in the pipeline! 🙂

Happy Reading,

Lucy x

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Welcome Guest blogger ******** Petra Starr! *********

Due to circumstances beyond my reach, this week I had to reinvent myself For the past year or so I had been working under one pen name, becoming comfortable with it and releasing a few books under it. But then people found out who I was in real life. I had to work really quickly to pull down Twitter accounts, Facebook profiles, my website, blog, Tumblr etc.

Why did I have to do this? Because in some jobs, it’s still not okay to be a writer of erotic romance. So I have reinvented myself and I am now Petra Starr. It has been tough and it’s going to take a while to get used to the new name. But it’s quite fitting.

My new release is an erotic sci-fi adventure called “What Happens in Rodomir.” My heroine, Captain Kaitlyn Fletcher is stranded with her crew on the other side of a wormhole. The are directed to a friendly planet where the natives are rather free in their sexual expression. When the chief priest decides he wants Kaitlyn as his concubine, her hunky first officer, Fraser, steps in and claims her as his own. But the Rodomirans can tell from their aura that they have not had sex and demand proof within two days. She must have sex with him, but their mutual past gives Kaitlyn real trust issues.

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As they get used to a society where people have sex out on the street, Kaitlyn has to adapt. She joins forces with a young mum to help her young son. A form of apartheid is in force on the planet and they crew of the Titan agree to help the yellow people escape.

Kaitlyn becomes more free with her own sexuality and discovers she has feelings for Fraser. She has to, in many ways, reinvent herself from the uptight Captain, to the lover and friend of her crew, while still being able to give orders when necessary. Although “What Happens in Rodomir” follows Kaitlyn’s sexual journey, it also follows her emotional journey as she lets go of both the past and the military rank she has worked so hard for. She also must learn to trust Fraser and her crew.

I totally understand where Kaitlyn is coming from. Although I’m not planning on completely reinventing myself. I’m not ready to “do a Madonna.” As the old song goes – “I am what I am and what I am needs no excuses.” I’ll just have to use a different name so my real name can’t be found on the internet again.

“What Happens in Rodomir” will be released soon and will be available on all third party venues.

Excerpt

Kaitlyn walked down the ship gangplank with Fraser one step behind and slightly to her left. She knew he was staying closer than was expected and she appreciated it, knowing that this was his way of protecting her.

The chief priest and the ambassador were standing at the bottom of the ramp and Kaitlyn stopped a respectable distance from both men. The chief priest was as tall as his peer and Kaitlyn realized that the Rodomirans were all taller, and probably stronger, than humans. Despite two suns and a temperature that was in the high thirties Celsius, Kaitlyn shivered.

Irbuk pulled her into an embrace and this time she did feel his flesh against hers. She tried not to recoil as he grunted his appreciation. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed slightly. To her surprise he let go immediately. Stepping back and leisurely stroking his big blue cock. They really didn’t have much modesty.

He then turned to the ambassador and said, “She’ll do!”

“Yes, sir,” said the purple alien, nodding.

“’She’ll do’ for what?” asked Kaitlyn.

“To be my concubine.”

“Your what?”

“My concubine. It’s customary. The eldest daughters of all the clan chieftains are presented to me. It is my right as chief priest.” He was still stroking his erection which was more than a little disconcerting.

“So you think I should become your concubine because…?”

“Because you are the highest ranking female of your kind.”

“I can’t become your concubine.” Fear and anger fought inside her. The idea of having sex with this man was hideous. He was masturbating in front of her and her entire crew during a diplomatic meeting.

“Are you already someone’s concubine?” inquired the chief priest.

“Yes, sir. She is my concubine.” Kaitlyn whirled around at the familiar Scottish voice and scowled. Fraser barely raised an eyebrow at her.

“What happens if I am someone’s concubine? Do you move on to the next highest ranking female?” There was no way Kaitlyn was going to allow any of the lower ranking officers to become his concubine. If necessary, she would do it—for the safety of her crew.

Irbuk screwed up his pudgy nose.

“Of course not. I only accept the highest ranking and best concubines. I would not want your lesser beings.”

“Oh, charming!” she said, the sarcasm dripping off her tongue.

“I don’t believe that you are tied to this man,” protested Irbuk, frowning.

“Why not?” asked Fraser.

“Your aura does not suggest that you are a couple. There is no aura of sexual energy between you. You have not had sex for a very long time.”

“You can tell something like that?” Kaitlyn asked. Fraser placed his arm around her shoulder. Her eyes were drawn back to his cock. He had a tight grip of it now and was obviously on a mission.

“Maybe our auras read differently.”

“We have met humans before—the crew of the Archimedes. We can read your auras and we know.”

“We had a falling out. I’m afraid it was my fault. Captain Fletcher was very angry at me and she has denied me since the beginning of the voyage.”

“Ah, she is the kind of concubine that thinks she should choose whether to give you your rights or not. You should put a stop to that. Fine! I will believe for now that you are tethered but I will expect to see evidence of it within two days. I have arranged for your transport to the town where you will be shown your abodes. You will be escorted to your work place two mornings from now.”

He nodded curtly at the hover buses that were parked a hundred meters away, before he and the ambassador walked over to a large hover car and climbed in. Before the door closed she watched Irbuk snap his fingers. Someone had been sitting in the backward facing seats of the large limo. A small red woman. She crawled on her hands and knees and took Irbuk’s big blue cock in her mouth just as the doors closed. The crew watched the car speed away. It seemed like they had been collectively holding their breaths.

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Spring and Forever in Love

Spring has Sprung. Thank goodness. I was truly getting tired of the cold. Now we just have to contend with the rain and since I’m in a rural area the farmers are preparing their fields. There’s nothing like home grown corn and tomatoes or even ripe berries, cherries and apples. They’re so much more flavorful that what one can purchase at the store.

I don’t know how to garden. We had a garden a couple of years ago and the most I did was water it, the kids pulled weeds and such. I’ve purchased several books on the subject, but don’t like bugs and other creepy crawlies one finds in a garden. Although worms, rollypolys and snails are okay. Anything other than that and I have a total girl moment, but I digress. I’m really looking forward o the fresh fruits and  vegetables that will be harvested in a few short months.

While we’re waiting for the garden to grow, how about a sexy read. Forever in Love arrives May 11 from Sugar and Spice Press

BLURB:

Abandoned as a teenager, Bonnie has learned to rely on herself to face the harsh reality of life. Yet in her darkest hour, one man earns her trust and captures her heart. Only problem, she’s too young for a man like Buck.

 

Ten years have passed and Bonnie has never forgotten the man she’s secretly thought of as her hero in tarnished armor, but has too much time passed to rekindle a flame that never burned bright?

 

Love is patient. Buck has waited for Bonnie, but he’s nobody’s hero. He’s played the game, made mistakes, and paid his debt to society. Now that he’s changed his ways and professed his intentions, his past misdeeds could jeopardize his future.

EXCERPT:

She dropped the dough into the simmering golden brown liquid as she thought of a response. A chair scraped behind her and a moment later heat touched her back while warm masculine spice enveloped her. One lightly tanned hand appeared on the counter on either side of her.

“I’ve waited a very long time for you, Bonnie, and now that I’ve found you again, I’m not going to let you go.”

She closed her eyes. He had been waiting for her?

He moved his hands to her waist and leaned close until his lips brushed her ear. “You were smart. You saved your money and got out of the ghetto. You and your brother. That’s all I ever wanted for you.”

A shiver raced down her spine as his warm breath tickled her ear and tightened her nipples. He drew her close, until her back rested against the hard wall of his chest. “As I recall, you told me I couldn’t work for you anymore.”

“The day you moved away was the saddest day of my life.”

“Why was that?”

He turned her in his arms. “You were the bright spot in that neighborhood. You inspired me to get out of the game and become an honest man.”

She held his gaze. “You were always honest, Buck. You just took a different path than most and if not for that path I wouldn’t have survived.”

“Those were hard lessons a teen should never have to learn.”

“It made me who I am.”

“I admire you.”

Warm fuzzies stole through her heart at the compliment.

“There is a matter of debt to settle.”

Her heart pounded. “I thought all you wanted was a thank you.”

“That was then. This is now.” He brought his mouth down on hers and for a moment she stopped breathing.

Only in her dreams had she ever kissed Buck and here he was in fantastic tempting flesh coaxing her lips apart with gentle expertise. Each flutter ignited a slow burn that flared into an inferno and he was the only one who could extinguish her raging desire. She crossed her wrists behind his head, hating that her hands were dirty as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dueling with hers as he pulled her closer.

 

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

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Porn Cooties

Did you know you can get cooties from porn? Yep, you can. Now before you go skinny dipping in the gutter, I am not referring to Herpes, Gonorrhea, or Syphilis. And not Chlamydia or Crabs, either. I’m talking about the moment you say the word porn and every vanilla person within earshot runs for cover. Sheesh, it’s like when David Jones kissed Denise Smith on the playground. The poor girl was blacklisted for weeks. After all, no one wanted to catch cooties!

But alas, we are not children. We are adults. And yet, we still have the cooties mindset. We still have to deal with people who believe porn is disgusting and vile, people who hold the asinine belief that porn-lovers are every bit as disgusting and vile as the videos they watch. Really, though, we’re not. We watch porn because we want to. We watch it because we enjoy it. That doesn’t make us right or wrong. And it doesn’t mean we have some plague-like disease we’ll pass on to the first prudish person we see. It means we’re humans with hormones and a lusty libido.

Recently, this strange cootie phenomenon put me smack in an awkward situation. Picture it…I was sitting in a swanky hotel with my three girlfriends. We were chatting about who-knows-what, probably something dirty, when a strange woman approached us. She seemed nice enough so we asked her to sit down and join in the festivities. Not surprisingly, she did. The first few minutes of our exchange appeared to go smoothly. Then the worst thing happened. My PA mentioned porn. (gasps) Talk about a a disaster. The poor new girl paled. She started darting her eyes around as she clearly searched for an exit. Though, she didn’t get up. She continued to sit with us, talking in a stilted, squeaky voice. But she wasn’t really there. She was just trying to be polite long enough to make her escape. I knew it. And so did my friends. Of course, she eventually made some pithy excuse and fled us like a victim running from the axe murdering lunatic in a B-string slasher film.

Once she was gone, the four of us laughed about the prim and proper chick we’d scared the daylights out of. At that point, her revulsion and rejection was rather funny. But in retrospect, her horror wasn’t amusing, not in the least. The horrified look she gave us, the way she shied away, was a little offensive. It wasn’t like we’d done anything wrong. We’d done nothing out of line. No curses or insults had slipped from our lips. In my opinion, we’d been on our very best behavior, not that that is necessarily saying a whole lot. However, she’d treated us as if we were perverts playing a part in a freak show.

Granted, I’m a pervert. And true, I’m a one-woman freak show half the time. But those pervalicious personality traits have nothing to do with my love for porn or my being infested with cooties. They’re just icing on the cake.

So, what about you? Do you have porn cooties? Don’t tell anyone, but I kind of hope you do. XOXOXO!

Love and cherries,

-Mia

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Melt in your mouth sexy…

Sidney's Triple Shot Apache Crossing

Sidney’s Triple Shot
Apache Crossing

I wanted to give you Smut Lovers a peek into the town of Apache Crossing, the setting for my most recent book, Sidney’s Triple Shot, so I took a quick trip to Texas to check in with one of my three heroes Xavier Dawson. He is a former Marine, and currently the owner of the only bar in town, Triple Shot.

Xavier is also the oldest of the Dawson brothers at 36, standing at 6’2” tall and built like a brick wall. Trust me he is melt in your mouth sexy. He has coffee colored hair that he still wears in a short military cut, and artic blue eyes set in a chiseled face with a square jaw and just the hint of a dimple in his chin. Add in the gold earring in his ear, and the black tribal tattoo on his bicep, and then set him up on his Harley, and I can barely think straight. That’s the condition I was in when I pulled up to the bar and saw him climbing on his bike…

Pulling into the parking lot of the bar, all I could think about was stretching my legs, and getting a drink of something ice cold. The drive wasn’t so bad, but that Texas heat is killer. Just like always, when I spotted the oldest Dawson brother as I pulled in and parked, my heart started racing, and my brain went fuzzy. He saw me immediately, and a wide grin spread over his face. Throwing his long leg back over the bike, he met me at my car door, and helped me stand up before he swallowed me up in a huge bear hug. “Hi there, doll! It’s been awhile since I’ve heard from you.”

Reluctantly, I pull back to look up into his face, and I can’t help but return that sexy smile. “I know, but the Gray pack boys have had me all tied up.”

Xavier let out a big guffaw, “Yeah I’ll just bet, and I’m sure you were fighting hard to get out of those ropes too. I’ve met some of those Gray boys and I know you pretty well. You were probably clicking the handcuffs to your own wrist and begging for it.”

I widen my eyes innocently, and try to look surprised, “Who, me? Mr. King would paddle my ass if I even suggested letting one of those boys cuff me, but it’s damn tempting. Speaking of tempting, you’re looking like love and wild sex have been good for you.”

His chest puffed out and he chuckled, “Meeting Sidney changed my life.”

We’re both silent for a moment and I can’t help but remember the trials and tribulations that Xavier and his brothers went through before they could settle into a happy existence with their fiancé, Sidney Rowe.  Sidney came to Texas from South Carolina after her then boyfriend’s abusive nature cause her to miscarry their baby. Her ex tracked her across the country, taunting her and threatening to take her back, but ultimately the love of the Dawson brothers prevailed over the nastiness of his abuse. I know Sidney will never forget what she had been through, but the bruises were healed, and the scars were fading under the TLC of her men.

“Where is Sidney?” I ask him, as he walks me towards his bike.

“She’s down at the diner with Anna, Kara, and the new newspaper editor, Bryna. They all spent the morning at the salon getting pampered by Marie Anderson. Girl’s day they called it. I was just heading out on the bike since Tyce and Noah have the bar under control. Want a ride?” His sexy full lips quirk up in a smirk as he tempts me with what he knows is a weakness of mine. I love the feel of a motorcycle under my ass, and a big hot man between my thighs.

Even with heaven on a string in front of me, I hesitate, “Sid’s not going to get pissed at me is she?”

“Nah, she knows I love her more than life itself, and she has a soft spot for you. You did bring us together after all.” He helps me buckle a helmet on my head, and then takes his seat on the bike.

“No I didn’t, I just wrote the story! You guys did all the work, and you know, now that I think about it, Sidney was the one that got to have all of the fun too! I think I will definitely take that ride. But I’m supposed to have dinner with the Blake brothers later, so we can’t be out all night big guy.” He helps me onto the bike, and I don’t hesitate to wrap my arms around his lean waist. I can feel the muscles in his abs ripple as he starts the bike.

“Shit! The Nathan, and Jaxon are in for it, aren’t they?” He says into the microphone of the helmet, and I laugh.

“Yep, they are next on the chopping block. They have already met their woman, and I’m working on the details now.”

“Another one bites the dust.” He mutters, as he pulls out onto the highway, and my laughter trails behind us with the wind.

Xavier is absolutely right. Apache Crossing hasn’t told all of its stories yet, and Nathan and Jaxon Blake are walking their own road to love. I can’t wait to bring them back and share them with you when I finish their book-Cowboys Need Angels. Until then, I’m headed off toward the distant horizon on the back of a huge black Harley Davidson, with a hot man between my thighs. Pure Heaven.

Don’t forget to Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori

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Seducing a Third

Mmm – isn’t that a delicious thought? I haven’t posted in a while and shame on me – life has been very nuts. But sex, sex and more SEX is never far from my mind. How could it be? I have this sexy piece coming out that so explores a menage in all the right and wrong ways.

Mmm… Doesn’t the thought evoke all kinds of raging emotions and hormones within you? I know it does me. What is it that just seems so darn tasty about the concept? For me it’s about the allowance of being menagecompletely uninhibited with the assurance from my significant other that I don’t have to worry about my behavior. I’ve talked a lot in the last year or so about alternative lifestyles and one of these of course includes a polyamory situation in which you have a third or even more in your every day life sharing everything together form the workload of the house to care of the children. For this piece, that’s not what I’m talking about but… I have a sexy piece coming out in a few days which oh so challenges the need and/or concept of being with two men in this story at least. This is a decision and one that can be tough for some. Hmmm… Could you? Do you hunger? Imagine a sexy moment when you indulge in two men. Yum. Right?

There are some very uninhibited couples, who enjoy a little playtime and are secure enough in their relationship to allow something a little kinky to be introduced. What am I talking about? A threesome. As an author of erotic pieces, I get to explore every kind of heat level with regard to romance, passion and sex and from what I can tell, the idea of having a threesome or ménage is still one of the hottest aspects and discussions out there. We love the thought of being allowed to taste either someone we’ve pined away for or a complete stranger who together you and your partner select.

Let’s take the concept of making sure you’re engaging in safe sex off the table completely. Okay? I never want to allude to the thought that you should practice in any kind of dangerous behavior but… There are times you know a person, perhaps a friend or you certainly know about an acquaintance’s behavior that would allow you to partake in something very sensual, or even sexual. This is indeed something many couples relish together. I have talked with many couples, who every once in a while do engage in something wicked. They have talked and feel very secure in their togetherness and know the petty jealousy has to be left off the table. They’ve also completely discussed what type of person, including the sex, they are both comfortable with.

Guys, don’t shy away here. We all know the true fantasy of pretty much every red blooded male is to be hot lick on nippleallowed to have another woman in their bed but you also have to understand a woman would enjoy another male. In certain D/s situations the D generally practices in this quite often. I’ve talked to many a Dom who would allow the woman to have a male in their bed, but often they don’t want another strong male. They’d prefer a submissive one. That might mean both are enjoying the other male or perhaps just the sub is. Every relationship is different. But what’s so wrong with the concept?

Let’s just take this as more of a vanilla relationship situation. You’ve decided together you want to enjoy a night of passion with a particular lovely lady and she’s very much on board with sharing. You perhaps meet her out one night at a snazzy nightclub and dance the night away. For me there is nothing more sensual than a heated bar, wicked dance music and dancing close together in a crowd of people who are already jazzed and ready for almost anything. Both women have a sexy dress on with too much skin showing and the man is very happy to be sandwiched between them. The dancing turns into kissing and touching and perhaps a little playtime in one of the bathrooms. You know how I enjoy a bit of public display and for me there’s nothing that can turn me on any faster.

Now, the situation can be reversed and I know ladies the thought of having another man touching you and pressing wet kisses along the back of your neck as his hands roam the length of your body is a huge turn on. I’m getting a little hot and bothered just thinking about it. So the night ends with going home to your bed and a long time of exploring each other’s bodies. There’s nothing wrong with this as long as you know what’ll happen in the morning. Then again, maybe this will become a regular practice in your house. You never know. If you as a couple are very confident and comfortable with your life together, why not engage in something to keep the passion sizzling?

For me the couples who can not only share what they want, discuss the concept openly and then perhaps DLSThePolitician_Cover-smallease into trying something are the ones who are going to stay together. Let’s face it – a lot of traditional marriages simply aren’t working. We could spend days talking about why but I honestly think so much boils down to communication or the lack there of as you grow together – so many grow apart because they’re concerned they can’t tell the other something they crave. Give it some thought. Isn’t there something you’d like to tell your partner you’d like to try? What’s the worst thing that could happen?

I have this sexy collection called Dirty Little Secrets and isn’t hungering for more than one just that? Mmm – I can only imagine two men filling me – er sorry. I can’t help myself.

Aren’t you hungry to try something a bit kinky? You know you are. Just remember that if you can talk to your partner you might add some sexy spice in a brand new way. I don’t think there’s anything wrong, do you? Purr babies.

SYNOPSIS – DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS – THE POLITICIAN

Parker Jameson was on the fast track to the White House. Being one of the youngest Senators on the Congress floor, he had his share of supporters, men and women hanging on his high-profile coattail. He also had those determined to see his demise. Constantly under a microscope, he lived a clean life, a completely honorable man. Or so he liked everyone around him to believe. Little did they know what damning secrets he’d been harboring for years. His relationship with a prominent male businessman was only half of the mystery enshrouding his life. After a nasty confrontation during an important press conference, a media expert was hired.

Briana Porter was known for her assertive methods in handling politicians who seemed hell bent on destroying their careers. A sizable offer was on the table. Working with what had to be the most difficult man in Congress, she questioned her ability. In her opinion Parker was far too arrogant to tame, yet she knew she had to try. When sparks flew and a line was drawn in the sand, she set her sights on more than just taming the savage beast. Confronted with the one secret she had no idea how to handle, Briana ran away from the man she was falling in love with. There was no way she could handle being a third. That is until one steamy night…

Are you ready to be a very bad girl yet? 

Kisses   xxx 

Cassandre

 

 

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