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Meet Jaxon Grey from Laurel Cremant’s Persuasion Skills!

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Hi Nikki! Thanks so much for having me here today. I wanted to share with you my latest hero, computer engineer Jaxon Grey. Jax is no stranger to tackling difficult and mind bending problems. However, when it came down to convincing his best friend and business partner, Pepper Holts that their relationship was more than just a great friendship he had to develop a new set of skills in persuasion.

Jaxon Grey’s Top Ten Persuasion Skills

1.)Preparation

Always be prepared for a little resistance. If you can’t plead your case effectively then no one will ever agree with you. If you’re dealing with a particularly feisty audience a good workout routine is also a positive . . . and handcuffs. Handcuffs are indeed a must.

2.)Research

Know your opponent. Learn their weaknesses. If you’re lucky you’ll happen to be one of them.

3.)Mechanics

Technical know how is always a plus. You never know when you’ll have to disable a car or block cell phone towers. You can’t persuade anyone if they’re not there to listen.

4.)Romance

Planning the perfect long walk or table for a romantic dinner will always come in handy. However, beware of snarky, too smart for their own good dinner companions. They will try to distract you.

5.)Distraction

Your goal is to be the distracter, not the distractee. Being blunt and honest tends to put distractors in their place.

6.)Sincerity

You’ll never win your prize if your words aren’t heartfelt and true.

7.)Smile Always be happy with your situation. Dimples are always a plus. You’d be amazed at what a well timed smile can do.

8.)Humility

Don’t be afraid to admit when you’re wrong. You may suffer a bit (a lot) of discomfort but you have to know when you’re wrong.

8.)Determination

Know what want and always keep your final goal in mind. Don’t settle for less than 100 percent of your goal. Why settle for few days of lust when you can have forever?

10.) Flexibility: Learn to be flexible and know when you’re wrong. Even the best of strategic plans needs to allow for flexibility. The reward is that much sweeter when you know you haven’t conquered, but won your prize.

I hope you get a chance to read my latest book, PERSUASION SKILLS and get a chance to see Jax try out his skills. happy reading!persuasion-skills1m.jpg

 

 

GENRE: Erotic Contemporary Romance

 

BLURB. . .

In the aftermath of a major health scare, Pepper Holts makes the relief-inspired decision to seize the day. Unfortunately, most of her “seizing” involves a bit of merlot and her best friend’s pants! After a shared night of passion she realizes that her feelings for Jax are a lot more complicated than she ever thought.

Jax has finally realized that his allergy to marriage has nothing to do with the institution itself, and everything to do with the women in his bed—or more specifically, the one woman not in his bed. Her reaction to their one night together has him scrambling to regroup. So he does what he knows best—he disappears, and he thinks. The plan?—convince Pepper into staying with him at a secluded cabin for one week. One week of pretending to be a happily married couple to show her how great they could be together.

 

TAGS: Contemporary,BDSM, Light Bondage, Erotic, Interracial

EXCERPT. . .

 

The smooth humming of an engine finally wove its way up the road as he continued to chop.

He glanced up from his task in time to see a slate grey SUV make its way up the gravel path that passed as the driveway to his cabin. Within a few seconds, he could see Pepper’s face peering at him through the front window.

The usual sense of peace that her presence always gave him rushed through, right before his skin tightened in a zing of awareness. Seeing her never failed to jumpstart his senses. Her features had changed very little since college, but she’d grown her afro out to a long mass of curls that stretched past her shoulders.

At that moment, the mouth he’d secretly lusted after for years was set in a firm line, and a blaze of anger shone in her steady gaze. Neither warning sign prevented a smile from spreading across his face as the car drew near.

She wore a white snow cap with earflaps, her curls spilling around her shoulders, and what looked like a heavy white winter coat. She looked like a ferocious bunny.

If looks could kill. He chuckled softly.

He swung the axe one last time and planted the blade firmly in the chopping block before walking leisurely to the top of the drive and waiting.

It wasn’t hard to keep the smile on his face as his gaze caught hers and held. He could practically feel the waves of rage rolling off of her as she pulled the car to an abrupt stop only inches from where he stood.

He merely winked at her and gave a cheerful wave. God, he loved hunting rabbits.

She stared at him for a searing moment before climbing out of the tall vehicle and dragging out a medium-sized piece of luggage. She snapped up its telescoping handle and marched the few steps it took to stand in front of him.

He let his gaze wander over her frame, taking in the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the tight grip she had on the luggage handle, and the clenching and unclenching of her free hand. Yet the only thing that caused his smile to dim was the hurt mingled with the outrage on her lovely face.

He let his gaze drift back to her clenching fist for a moment before looking at her face again. Staring into her eyes, he let loose a loud sigh as he widened his stance and shoved his hands into his coat pockets. This is going to hurt.

“Go ahead. Do it. You know you want to.”

He let the taunt hang in the air, waiting for her to speak, react, do anything.

She stared at him for a few seconds before her eyes swelled with unshed tears.

The sight caused a small ache in his chest. Nothing ever hurt as much as seeing Pepper cry.

The thought barely registered in his mind before she pulled back her clenched fist and slammed it squarely on his jaw.

His head jerked to the side with a snap.

“Fuck!”

He let loose a few more choice expletives. Trust Pepper to have a killer right hook.

The stars in his eyes cleared just in time for him to watch her turn and stomp toward the porch steps and up to the front door of the cabin.

“Feel better now?” he called out to her retreating back.

Her answering response was a decisively unladylike hand gesture over her shoulder before she entered the cabin and slammed the door behind her.

He rubbed his jaw for a few seconds before turning and walking to the car door. Peering inside, he glimpsed the keys still dangling from the ignition.

Reaching inside, he pocketed the keys before popping the hood of the SUV open.

“Well, let the games begin,” he muttered to himself as he walked to the front of the car and reached under the hood.

He barely winced in pain as a smile spread across his face while he reached into the belly of the car and yanked out a bundle of wires.

BUY LINKS:

Amazon (US): http://www.amazon.com/Persuasion–Skills–Boardroom–Acts–ebook/dp/B00DSHXQWG

Amazon(UK): http://www.amazon.co.uk/Persuasion–Skills–Boardroom–Acts–ebook/dp/B00DSHXQWG

All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product–persuasionskills-1228259-147.html

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/persuasion–skills–mf

Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/persuasion–skills–by–laurel–cremant/All

 

ABOUT LAUREL CREMANT

Laurel is a romance author, who like most writers loves to read. Her first love (pun intended) has always been romance. From the sappy YA romance novel to the more risqué erotica novels, Laurel is a sucker for a good love story.

Laurel writes paranormal and contemporary romance and is a self proclaimed, out of the closet nerd. She admits that she can’t seem to avoid adding a bit of “nerdology” or “geek-dom” to all of her books. Living in Miami, she also admits that she can’t seem to avoid giving her heroines gorgeous shoes, “In Miami, we worship everything strappy, open toed and just plain hot!”

 

AUTHOR WEBSITE & LINKS

 

Website: www.LaurelCremant.com

Blog: www.laurelcremant.blogspot.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/LaurelCremant

Facebook: www.facebook.com/LaurelCremantAuthor

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The Orgasm Project by Doris O’Connor

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Thanks so much for hosting me today, Nikki.

I love it when a story comes from nowhere, grabs my attention, and forces me to put fingers to keyboard. This is what happened with The Orgasm Project. This story started as a flash. You know those literary flashes of inspiration that you get. In this case it was three little words. Not even once.

That was the word prompt that started it all, and it was all it took for Carter and Jake to pop into my head, and there they stayed, niggling away, until I told their story. And what a story it was, full of twists I had no idea where coming until they told me. Such is the joy of being a panster, and it’s probably what I like most about the writing process.

Blurb:

What’s a girl to do when her best friend confides her inability to orgasm? Set up the Orgasm Project of course, and Maria knows just the guys to do it. Full of themselves her hot as Hades brothers might be, but at least they are safe. What can possibly go wrong?

Anastasia wants the ground to swallow her whole, when she meets the twins. How embarrassing can this be, even if the gorgeous hunks set her knickers aflame with just one look?

Jake and Carter know their mate when they see her, and nothing is going to stop these cougar shifters from claiming her. Their night of passion leads to discoveries neither one of them is prepared for.

Has their bite awakened a monster or their destiny?

Excerpt:

"What if I don’t want to go home with you?"

She opened her eyes to find Jake smiling down at her. Carter’s gaze, too, sought hers through the rear view mirror, and a shiver of unease went down her spine at the disapproval she read in his eyes—eyes that bled from blue to golden and back again as she watched in stunned fascination.

"What are you?" The question left her lips before she could stop herself, and she inwardly groaned at her stupidity.

"You know what we are." Jake said, his hot breath a whisper’s breadth away from her neck as he sniffed her again. "Look into yourself and tell me that you don’t feel this connection. I know you do. Your body gives you away as surely as your sweet scent. You’re wet for us just thinking about what we might do to you, and that’s not fear I can smell, but arousal. You want us as much as we want you, have wanted you from the first moment we caught your scent all those months ago."

"You can’t be serious."

Anastasia shook her head and pushed against his chest. His heartbeat thundered under her fingertips in tune with her own galloping rhythm. The fact that he seemed as affected as her by whatever was happening between them gave her a heady rush of feminine power. Liquid arousal pooled between her thighs and slicked the top of her legs. She put up no resistance to Jake’s questing digits trailing up her inner thigh. Underneath the skimpy dress she had worn at Maria’s insistence, his hand inched ever upwards until his knuckles brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit, and she bit back a moan when his thumb found her clit. That normally shy little bundle of nerves contracted under that slight touch and seemed to swell in need. Jake caught her groan in his mouth, and Anastasia forgot any objections she might have had at the first swipe of his tongue inside her mouth.

If she thought he smelled good, then he tasted even better. His musk exploded on her tongue, and she opened to his gentle insistence. He swooped in and took possession of the kiss. One hand fisted in her hair while the other still showed homage to her little nubbin, and she gasped into the ever more passionate kiss, when one of his incredibly long fingers slid under the elastic of her thong. She was so wet that he slipped right into the tight clasp of her body, and her internal muscles contracted around that digit. He growled low in his throat, and she ground herself against his hand as his thumb settled on her clit.

He added another finger and then a third, thrusting in and out of her needy pussy in tune with his tongue’s thrusts inside her mouth, and Anastasia gave herself up to the ever more urgent demands of her body. Her hands fisted in his shirt, as the tingles started deep inside her core. Like a tidal wave of sensation they grew and tumbled forth, retreating a bit with every thrust, only to double in force with every faster pump of his fingers inside her channel.

The car lurched round a corner and then came to an abrupt stop. Cool air rushed into the heated interior, and Anastasia moaned her denial when Jake withdrew his fingers. In the blink of an eye she was freed out of her seat belt, and Jake broke the kiss to shift her body backwards. Carter’s strong hands gripped her thighs, and she caught a glimpse of his glowing eyes, before he buried his head between her thighs. Her underwear gave way with an audible rip, and then his hot breath on her swollen folds robbed her of any coherent thoughts.

"My turn to taste her, brother." The growled words vibrated against her slit, seconds before his tongue delved into her quivering channel. Anastasia arched her back in desperate need to get closer to the hot mouth he used to such devastating effect on her clit. Jake chuckled in her ear, and she saw him lick his fingers, slick with her arousal. The sight was incredibly erotic, and she could taste herself in the kiss he gave her. Carter chose that moment to bite down on her clit, and she screamed. The barely functioning side of her brain marveled at that need-filled scream, muffled as it was by Jake’s kiss, and she clamped her thighs around Carter’s head, as she started to tumble over that elusive edge no man had ever managed to help her over.

Unlike the weak orgasms she had managed by her own hand, this one took her breath away. All sense of time and reason disappeared as her body convulsed under the hands of her lovers. Carter pushed her over that edge again, and again, and again, whilst Jake’s hands played with her breasts and nipples. He rolled each hard nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching hard, and the sharp pain zinged straight to her clit.

Jake finally broke the kiss and nibbled his way down her neck as her body shook in delicious aftershocks.

"All ours," the men grumbled in unison.

Buy Links:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-orgasm-project-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DR3YJUY

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-theorgasmproject-1227977-146.html

http://www.bookstrand.com/the-orgasm-project-mfm

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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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The Satin Rose Experience and Marooned With The Millionaire ~Sandra Bunino

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Thanks for having me on today, Nikki!

I’m thrilled to share my new print titles, THE SATIN ROSE EXPERIENCE: VOLUME ONE and MAROONED WITH THE MILLIONAIRE.

I’ll be signing copies at the Romance Writers of America charity event, “Readers for Life” Literacy Autographing in Atlanta, Georgia on July 17th at the Atlanta Marriott Marquis, along with some very cool swag!

At the "Readers for Life" Literacy Autographing, hundreds of romance authors—more than 400!—meet with and sign their books for fans, with the proceeds from book sales going to literacy organizations.

Since 1990, RWA has raised more than $775,000 to fight illiteracy. The 2013 beneficiaries of the Literacy Autographing are ProLiteracy Worldwide, Literacy Action, Inc., and Literacy Volunteers of Atlanta.

This event is open to the public.

Readers can also enter to win a copy of each on Goodreads!

Marooned with the Millionaire / The Satin Rose Experience series

Bio:

Sandra Bunino is a numbers crunching business professional by day who stays up past her bedtime thanks to her oh-so-sexy imagination. Who needs sleep, anyway? Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.

Her books include Marooned with the Millionaire and The Satin Rose Experience series including Mia’s Submission, Brooke’s Wish and The Submission of a Mafia Princess.

These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family. She always looks forward to hearing from her readers and she may be contacted at sbunino@gmail.com. As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter (@sandrabunino).

Follow Sandra here:

Website / Email / Facebook / Goodreads / Amazon Author Page / Twitter @sandrabunino

Remember, following is sexy!

Sin’s Flower by Carlene Love Flores

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Hello Miss Nikki Prince J Thank you so much for having me at your web home. I’d like to say hi to all your readers– HI everyone! You might be able to tell I’m slightly excited that book 2 in the Sin Pointe Novel series is out! When I wrote the first book, Sidewalk Flower, I thought that would be the one and only. But it didn’t take long to realize I’d left the Sin Pointe boys hanging and they needed love and redemption just as much as their good friends, Trista and Lucky. So I hope the readers enjoy Jaxon and Lily’s story. Here’s a sneak peek. Love stories rock! xoxo

Sin’s Flower Blurb:

When Jaxon James, a sexy rock star and struggling single-father, is invited to ditch California and spend Christmas in Tennessee with his estranged family, he hesitantly accepts for his young daughter’s sake. But his attraction to his best friend’s baby sister, Lily Elstone, threatens to unravel the bonds he’s made for his daughter. The honorable thing to do would be to give up Lily. But his instincts are telling him she’s exactly the one who could bring light to his life and the missing fire to his bed. Unfortunately, Lily’s too sweet for his world. He fears his rock and roll life style will taint her. How far are Jaxon and Lily willing to go to find what’s missing at home?

Sin’s Flower Excerpt:

Jaxon watched Lily’s hands sinking down into the sand from behind as hesitancy chopped up his steps. Years of ending up in dire situations had made him a decisive man when he needed to be. He was making one of those executive decisions right now. It didn’t matter why she’d come. And he was close to dismissing his reluctance over whose baby sister she was. Not when she wore that swishing angelic lavender top that covered her from neck to shoulder to fingertip, driving him insane with curiosity. God, and that flaming hair which had gone from neon just yesterday to a flattering shade of cinnamon temptation tonight. His grip tightened around the folding chairs he’d gone to fetch. Purposefully, he slowed down.

Then stopped.

Wanting her was one thing, but hurting this young woman was not okay.

Standing back, he took another couple minutes to contemplate what could happen tonight. What he could control and make happen.

He knew they should talk. He just hoped she didn’t mind how close he intended on being to her while that happened. His grip loosened and one of the folding lounge chairs fell to the sand. There would be plenty of room for the both of them on the one. He walked until he made it back to her side and unfolded the chair to its full length.

“Uh, hi,” she said shyly, her brow furrowing in concentration.

“Hey.” He sat down and held his arms out to assist her. “Sit with me?” He hadn’t given her much of a choice and caught her eye scanning the sandy trail where he’d come from. “Yeah, I figured we didn’t need that one.”

“Oh, okay. Wait, just so we’re clear here. You want me to sit, where exactly?”

God, she would kill him tonight. That amount of cute couldn’t be faked. “Here, with me.” Her eyes widened in disbelief so he scooted until he was flush with the back of the nylon chair and then opened his legs, letting one straddle each side. “There’s room.”

“You’re crazy,” she said shaking her head.

He let out a faked huff. His quick decision had been too fast for her and she wouldn’t believe this was his way of comforting her. “I’ll go fetch the other chair.”

She gouged her hand into her hip. “Wait. It’s just…I really don’t think I’m gonna fit.”

A hurricane couldn’t have swayed her decision to stay put. But she eventually bent her knees, bracing herself with strong hands, and lowered herself until her squeezable bottom met the chair. Because he wanted her closer, he took the liberty of placing his hands at each side of her waist and scooted her back until she was flush with his chest and his lap.

On second thought, that was way too close.

Someone would kill him for the throbbing going on so close to their little sister. He wiggled an inch of space between Lily and his now obvious and straining erection. The last thing he wanted to do was leave her thinking he was incapable of a conversation without sex ending up front and center. He had amazing amounts of control in that department. It came along with all the years he’d practiced on the road. Tonight, plainly put, he just wanted to be close to someone, to Lily. And this was the way he knew how to do that.

“So what did you want to talk about?” he asked.

“I, I don’t know.” It sounded like nerves had her.

They didn’t have to start with words. Fuck him for his appetite but he could say more by doing this anyway.

Hey you, horny fucker. This is the part where you pat her on the head, say you’re sorry, and send her back to her big sister. This is not the time for indulging. Pack it up, Jaxon.

Yeah, no questions about it. That’s what he should do.

Buy Links for Sin’s Flower:

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http://www.evernightpublishing.com/carlene-love-flores/

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A little Q&A about The Bond by Shyla Colt and Nikki Prince

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I’m so very excited to announce that the collaboration between myself and Shyla Colt is out and now available.  This book was so fun to write.  I had such a great partner in Shyla.  Shyla and I wanted to do something fun so we interviewed each other and asked three questions each, take a look!

Nikki:  What is your inspiration when you’re writing?

Shyla:   I’m inspired by my characters. Their struggles, triumphs, joys, and pains become my own. Sometimes it’s therapeutic, and I find myself unearthing skeletons, and bringing them to the light. It’s my ultimate goal that every piece I write is better than the one before, and can benefit the reader. Wither it be a break from their reality, kinship, or a deep connection.
Nikki: The book The Bond, how easy was it to write?

Shyla:  I think it was easier to write with a friend. You’re bouncing concepts of one another, having a good time, and getting instant, honest feedback.
Nikki:   What do you do in your downtime if you have it?

Shyla:  Sleep? * laughs. Read, watch movies, and craft.

Now on to my questions from Shyla!

Shyla:  The main characters are Puma’s. What made you pick that particular animal?

Nikki:  If I remember correctly we both wanted to do something different instead of the normal shifters that most people do as in the werewolves. So then we thought long and hard what would be a great cat to have for the story and Rafe and Sanura both fit Puma for us. This was such a wonderful story to write and to do it with such a great friend and fantastic author was an honor.

Shyla:  What book are you reading now?

Nikki:  I actually just finished reading a short story called Haley’s Man by Sara Daniel. Not currently reading anything, busy writing away and working the day job.

Shyla:  What paranormal creatures would you like to write about in the future?

Nikki:  I want to write dragon shifters, avian shifters of some sort…really everything is wide open. I love the paranormal realm. Everything at this point is wide open and I like that. I love that there is so much out there to write and dream about.

So now we want to share our story with you.  Check out our blurb, our sexy cover art and an excerpt!

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Sanura Bast is willing to risk everything to keep her Pride of Pumas safe from Logan’s scheme to sell their land off to the highest bidder, including masquerading as his fiancée. After almost a year playing a role that disgusts her, she gets the intangible proof she’s been looking for. Desperate to end the charade, she turns to her ally, Rafael.
Banished for losing his control with a human, Rafael’s been looking for a way back to his Pride and to Sanura ever since. The woman set his blood on fire before she was old enough to accept what he wanted from her. Together they plot to stop Logan before he becomes chief, and now she has the proof they need to save her Pride. With that goal in sight, Rafael is ready to take what’s always been his and claim Sanura as his own.

Excerpt:

Sanura studied herself in the mirror, immediately recognizing the hunger that lurked in the dilated depths of her hazel eyes. She freed her hair from its elastic prison, pleased by the golden highlights brought out in the auburn tresses that fell to her shoulders. A lady wanted to look good for her gentleman, no matter what the circumstances. Blood filled her face. Desire stirred once more at the thought of an able-bodied male. There was no use denying she’d reached the pinnacle of her cycle.

The circumstances that had brought her to this point were daunting, but the meeting she’d set up for the evening would hopefully end all that.  It angered her that the archaic tradition of the Pride choosing mates was still in place. If she hadn’t been engaged they would’ve forced her to bond with him. There was a big difference between mating and bonding, sort of like comparing fucking to marriage.

If only she could solve all of this by riding out her cycle, literally if she had anything to say about it, and go back to her Pride a single woman once more in control of her destiny. A soft groan escaped parted lips as her need increased. The intense arousal moved through her body, as if to mock her train of thought.

Bracing her weight against the sink, she gripped the edge of the counter as she fought to tamp down an orgasm. She’d waited as late as she could to get to the hotel, because she was afraid of being trailed. Now the fire that burned inside her needed to be extinguished. Her nipples peaked beneath the comfy black track suit, and her panties grew damp from the abundance of cream she produced. A small moan escaped, and she willed him to arrive and soon.

This was what the Pride’s shaman had warned her about. Unlike the other females in her Pride, her breeding cycle was very unique. As the daughter of their Chief, she was the only alpha female in her Pride. When her cycle came Sanura had to mate with an alpha male to end her heat. This was fine, until the Pride had decided it was time for her to bond and determine the next in line for Chief. Bonding for her people was different from most. For them it was a choice, not a biological response. The sharing of souls was a deeply spiritual experience she refused to have soiled by Pride politics. Her father would be upset. But he loved her. Eventually he’d get over the fact that she’d thwarted his plans to choose her path for her. Especially, when he found out about all of Logan’s lies.

Another wave of desire threatened to buckle her knees, shattering her thought process. I can’t even be out in public like this. Thank God, she was in her room right now. Sanura attempted to redirect her thoughts and failed, biting back a scream as her body shuddered and the wave began to build once more.

Her gaze was drawn to the bed where a night of passion would provide her with freedom she craved. No one else seemed to understand her urgency. Her sensitive nipples rubbed against the fabric of her bra. She gasped, and she sprang into action. Kicking off the black sneakers and socks, she slipped out of the track pants and white tank top, leaving the pieces where they fell. She had to come, even if it was by her own hand. The door opened with a soft click, and her breathing quickened. He was here, moving toward the bathroom by the sound of it. Fuck! There’s no time to get dressed again.

His scent ensnared her, musk and forest pines blended, throwing her heat into overdrive as it tickled her nostrils. Her gaze was drawn to the doorway like a magnet, and she watched him approach, his broad body shrouded in shadows. Anticipation ran rampant. He was about six two with long silky black hair, copper-toned skin, and eyes that mirrored a dark abyss. Rafael looked like his Native American ancestors. An unusual blend of Latin and Native American the man turned heads wherever he went. As he entered the bathroom he held up his hand to show her a red blindfold.

“What’s that for?” she whispered.

“For you, of course. I can see that you almost started the party without me.”

“No, you need to go back into the room. Let me dress so we can talk.”

“We’re not going anywhere until I claim you as I should’ve a long time ago.”

He moved forward, and she could see the intent in his eyes, the blindfold still dangling from his fingers.

“Rafael­­.”

“No, no excuses. I’m going to show you what it’s been like to wait.”

Pleased she offered him her back, turning away from the mirror. He pressed his body against her. The feel of cloth covering her eyes was so sensual it made her shudder. The red cloth stole away her vision, and her heart thudded in her chest. Her ears twitched, and her nostrils flared as her other senses heightened.

His body was firm and tight beneath his layer of clothing. The bulge in his pants nudged her back, making her wonder if he’d planned this all along. His teeth grazed her neck, and all thoughts fled. A low mewl of pleasure released from her throat. She reveled in the relief from the burning heat that swamped her body.

Buylinks:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Bond-ebook/dp/B00DRHM36M/ref=pd_ecc_rvi_2

Amazon:

US: http://www.amazon.com/The-Bond-ebook/dp/B00DRHM36M/ref=pd_rhf_dp_p_t_1_11T4

UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Bond-ebook/dp/B00DRHM36M/ref=pd_ecc_rvi_2

Shyla’s Author Bio

Told once ‘You have to be an author, then you’re craziness becomes eccentrics’, Shyla Colt has always been in love with the written word and possessed a desire to write. Named after Super Girl in the comics, she often mistakes her mortality for super hero status. So, she holds many hats, Mother, Marine Wife, and writer are her top three. Writing allows her to explore new venues, face her demons, and touch others. A huge practitioner of paying it forward, and putting in what you want to get out, she hopes to inspire, enlighten, move, and entertain you with her work. Mixing humor, drama, and strong women, often with a paranormal element, she continues to soldier ahead in the writing field. One of her favorite things is talking to fans. If you’d like to learn more or just drop a line, please check her out at www.shylacolt.com.

Where you can find her

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Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate.

Nikki’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

Nikki’s also a member of Romance Writers of America National chapter (http://www.rwa.org) and OCC/RWA local chapter (http://www.occrwa.org) and is a member of the board as Co-Programs Director.  She is also a member of the online chapter Passionate Ink RWA.

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Bonded Hearts by Tamsin Baker

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Jackson came back to consciousness with his head in Eric’s lap. The two men were growling at each other in a foreign language Jackson didn’t understand.

What had happened? Had he really passed out from the pleasure? How embarrassing.

“Jackson, are you all right?”

Jackson nodded and began to sit up. Two pairs of hands gently helped him up to a sitting position.

“What happened?” he asked, a little concerned.

Malcolm looked wounded for a moment then straightened.

“I bit you. I’m sorry.”

Jackson tried to be angry. Really and truly he tried. But all he could do was remember the pure pleasure of feeling Malcolm’s fangs sinking into his flesh.

He opened his mouth to reassure the vampire that he hadn’t indeed hurt him, but stopped himself. These two men had already taken something from him. His ignorant bliss that he could truly be satisfied with a woman.

He didn’t need to give them any more leverage on him. If he stopped them biting him, perhaps that would lessen their control on him?

“I forgive you, of course, Malcolm, but please don’t do it again.”

The two men looked at each other with looks of pure horror, and guilt hit Jackson’s belly hard.

“Never?”

Jackson clenched his teeth against the need to undo what he had just done so merely nodded. He needed a small measure of control over this situation.

Malcolm smiled at him.

“That’s all right, Jackson. After we turn you, which will be soon, we won’t be able to feed from you, so it won’t matter.”

Shock crashed through Jackson.

“What?” He staggered to his feet, unable to believe what they had just said. They weren’t turning him into anything!

The two beautiful men both flew to their feet and moved close to him. He was overwhelmed and crowded, a feeling he neither liked nor was accustomed to.

Jackson held up his hands and pushed one against each of the vampires’ chest. The warmth burnt him, and his cheeks flamed with wanting them.

“Would you two just back off? I need to ask questions, and you being so close is not helping.”

They both grinned like he had given them the biggest compliment in the world. Perhaps he had.

“I’m sure you have lots of questions, Jackson, but we need to relieve our lust. Would you come home with us?”

Jackson swallowed. His body was throbbing with awareness. Despite his unnatural urges he had never actually thought he would be with one man, let alone two. It was wrong to want such a thing.

Eric continued. “If you aren’t ready to come to bed with us, then we can leave you and come back to see you tomorrow night.”

Pure and hot jealousy pumped through Jackson at the thought. These two beautiful vampires were going home to touch each other. Lick and fuck each other.

He had never been so angry at himself before. He wanted to go with them.

Eric stepped closer, taking a deep inhalation through his nose, and his eyebrows flew up in surprise. Could Eric tell how much he wanted them?

“If we promise not to bite you, would you like to come home with us? Join us? No one will ever know, Jackson.”

Jackson’s cock and nipples tingled at the thought. Tonight was the very first time he had been sexually satisfied in his whole life. What would it be like to bed the two men?

“I have never…” Jackson stopped, unable to finish his sentence. His face flushed red.

Malcolm reached out and picked up his hand, entwining their fingers in an intimate way. Heat travelled up Jackson’s arm and made him shiver.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Jackson. Just watch if you like. We want you but would never force anything on you.”

Jackson shuddered, the raw sexuality and need evident in both vampires.

“I would like to come with you … yes.”

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Bio:

Tamsin Baker read sexy romance for years, skipping the story to find the ‘good bits’. When she found Erotic romance and Erotica, it was like coming home to people who understood what she needed in her books. When it was time to write, the world expanded and she knew this was what she wanted to do forever.


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Dark Tales Diaries by London Saint James

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Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two

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London Saint James

 DTD2

Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.

 

A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.

 

An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?

 

And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.

 

 

 

Be Warned: voyeurism, bondage, spanking, sex toys, anal sex

 

Adult Excerpt:

 

“Come on, Tristan,” Keira said, giggling playfully as she shut her diary.

 

“What new story have you added? One of love? Intrigue? A tale of the forbidden?” I inquired while eyeing the leather bound book.

 

Keira laid it aside, and rose to her feet. “I’ll read them to you, someday.”

 

She slipped out of her white cotton dress, leaving her sandals in the wake of snow-colored material at my feet. I leaned my back against the trunk of the tree, pretending to rest, but in truth, rest was the furthest thing from my mind.

 

Keira twirled on the ball of her foot, more graceful than any dancer.

 

“Do that again,” I said.

 

The sun broke through the leaves on the trees, and set her long raven tresses into brilliant highlights that shimmered in deepened shades of blue-black. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She alone encapsulated perfection, with her small, pert breasts slightly covered by her long hair, and when she moved, the gumdrop point of a pale-pink nipple peeked through some of the strands. She raised her arms above her head, giving me a full view of her extended frame, and did something of a provocative pirouette before turning to face the pond.

 

Her slender waist gave way to rounded hips that swayed seductively as she tiptoed, nude, toward the edge of the water. She stuck one toe in, and looked at me over her slender shoulder. Her jewel-green eyes penetrated my soul.

 

Keira twisted her long hair up, and used the dark pieces that fell from her fingers to weave her tresses into a tied-off knot, freeing the canvas of her back. The dappled shade that fell from one of the overhanging branches caressed the curve of her spine like a long lost lover, and in that instant I wanted to kiss the dimples above her heart-shaped ass. The thought stirred up something much more primal.

 

“Are you coming?” she asked.

 

When Keira licked the plumpness of her lips, my cock ached for her.

 

“Definitely,” I said, and stood from my shaded spot under the oak, toeing off my shoes in a hurry, before ridding myself of my shirt and pants.

 

Once free of my clothing, I bounded toward her. She grinned and jumped before my hand made contact with her arm. I wasted no time, and followed in behind her. Our heads popped to the surface in unison, with her joyous laughter filling the air.

 

“I bet you can’t catch me,” she taunted in a cutesy voice before diving beneath the murky pool.

 

I studied the trail of bubbles and waves she made, guessing where she might come up, then made my way onto the grassy bank, crossed over the plank bridge, and hopped into the water off the south bank. When she resurfaced, I snatched her up.

 

“Got you,” I said, and placed a kiss to her lips.

 

She wiggled. Her moist mouth left mine. “No fair, Tristan. You were supposed to swim and catch me, not cheat, and wait until I ran out of air.”

 

“You never outlined the rules. And besides, I play to win.”

 

Keira, shook her head. Water rolled along her nose, over her parted lips, and down her chin before the wandering drop found its home in the pond.

 

“I know you do,” she said, rubbing her nose against mine. “That’s one of the things I love about you.”

 

“What else do you love about me?”

 

“I’m not telling.”

 

I placed my lips to her tempting neck, traced a line with the tip of my nose to the end of her ear, and sucked her lobe into my mouth. “What if I persuade you to tell me?”

 

She moaned my name, and draped her arms around my neck. “Don’t stop doing that, and I might be persuaded.”

 

Keira wrapped her long legs around my waist. The head of my hard cock slipped between our two intertwined bodies. She pressed herself against me, tighter. Warmth worked its way through my essence as I slid my manhood in-between her parted lower lips. I wanted to explore all of her with my hands, my dick, and my mouth. One hand remained on the back of her slim neck while the other left her lower back to discover the wonder of her ass. Flames, not water lapped at my skin with a desire beyond words.

 

Evernight Publishing 

 

Dark Tales Diaries Vol one

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One

 

For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

 

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for withThe Leather’s Edge?

 

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish

 

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About London:

 

London wrote her first short story in the second grade.  Her teacher informed her parents London had a big imagination, but having a big imagination wasn’t necessarily a good thing as far as he was concerned.  Without watering that seed of imagination, London placed her vivid characters, her childhood stories, along with her imagination on the shelf, where they would wither for a while.  At the urging of her eighth grade English teacher, London pulled her imagination off that shelf, and wrote her second short story.  To no surprise, it was a love story inspired by a song.  Then as life does, it moves on, so yet again London placed her imagination on the shelf to wither for a while.  She needed to do the “sensible thing.”

 

The sensible thing earned London a degree in Psychology, but while in college she traversed into writing once more, and was encouraged by a couple of professors to pursue that endeavor.  She took on the world of written word, and has never looked back.

 

London writes erotic romance from sweet to downright naughty.  She is an author for Evernight Publishing, a member of the Romance Writers of America, and a member of Passionate Ink.

 

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Mistaken Identity by the awesome Shyla Colt!

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Getting what you Need

This is the lesson my hero, Jett Walker learns. After a break up just before what should’ve been his wedding to high school sweet heart, Lis, the man is thrown off his game. To the public he has it all, money, a thriving active career, and the single life. But that was never what this gentleman from Texas wanted. He’s longing for a wife, and a child so bad he can taste the sugary confection that is wedding cake, and see the white picket fence. The fact that his fame cost him his true love has him spiraling down into a pit of depression. Is this the price he must pay for success. He can’t help but wonder if it’s worth it.

In the words of the Rolling Stones, you can’t always get what you want…. But if you try sometimes well you just might find you get what you need. I think we’ve all learned that lesson early on. Life has a way of disappointing you only to surprise you later on down the road with a much better offer. Not to say it’s not a painful road. Just when you’re ready to throw in the towel life takes a sharp right and you’re at a destination you never imagined you would be. Have you ever had that happen to you? How did you deal with it?

Blurb:

Calling off the wedding to his high school sweetheart has sitcom star, Jett Walker, struggling with a deep depression. Exhausted from feigning happiness for convention goers, he escapes to a dive bar. An unexpected encounter leads him to his salvation in the form of Kansas Collins. A curvaceous beauty with lips that beg to be kissed and a body made for loving. Smitten, he allows the assumption that he’s a larper to stand.

Scarred by the tug-of-war her dysfunctional parents place her in, relationships are a four letter word to Kansas. Then a charming southern man, sweeps her off her feet, and delivers sex that transcends a simple exchange of pleasure. Her mind screams soul mate, but when his lies surface their fairytale goes south. Uncertain what’s real or ruse Kansas is torn.

Can Jett convince her it’s a once in a lifetime love?

Excerpt:

She pushed the cool metal handle down. The door opened with a pop. He nudged it with their bodies and entered the massive suite, kicking the door shut behind them with his booted foot. He turned on the light switch with his elbow. A part of her registered the gigantic California King bed, on the far side of the room, and the elegant navy blue couch with a screen television to their right. A distinctive click broke the silence, and the rest of the details were lost.

That simple sound acted like a buzzer signaling the start of a round. She surged forward, slipped her tongue between his lips and began a tango of tongues. He tasted sweet and fiery, like his drink. Tilting her head to get a better taste, she buried her fingers into the soft, short, dirty-blond hair. In return he fisted her hair. Tension formed at her scalp. A pleasurable pain swept through her like a forest fire. The back of his legs hit the bed, and he fell back with her on top of him.

With him she was an Amazon woman. There was no self consciousness or awkward pauses. His rigid length and the need in his eyes left no doubt he liked her as is. She placed her legs on either side of him, lined up their pelvises and pulled back to meet his gaze. The power was heady. Bending over his body, her dark hair fell around them like a dark curtain.

“Me first.”

“We can do it however you want it, Kansas.”

This is crazy. She swiveled her hips. His body jerked in response. Gripping the bottom of his t-shirt she tugged upward. “This has to go. I want to see you.”

“Only if I can see you.”

She smirked. “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.” Sitting up she tried not to drool as he revealed golden skin stretched taut over a chest that would rival a Greek god’s. The heat in his eyes scalded her. Her hands shook as she removed her shirt before she lost the nerve.

“You are so beautiful, Kansas.” He caressed her sides, worked his way up her soft belly to the underside of her bra. There was no rush inside the tiny bubble they’d created.

“So are you.” She ran her hands down his chest. His muscles contracted, and he grew impossibly hard beneath her.

“I can feel you through your jeans Kansas, and you’re so damn hot. Are you wet for me?”

“Soaked.”

“I want to feel it.” Grasping her hips with his large hands, he moved her in his lap.

She gasped. The tension built inside her. “Oh God.” She whimpered.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

He ground harder. Her heart raced, and her breath caught.

“I-I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”

“Do it.” His voice was lower, husky. “I want to know I can make you come without even touching you.”

The words took her higher, and the rough material pressed into her clit did the rest. She screamed, spiraling over the edge fast and hard. Her body convulsed, and she clutched the sheets beneath her for purchase.

“Damn, you are even sexier when you’re screaming my name while you come.” His voice wasn’t arrogant. It was reverent, and full of pride and pleasure. She gave him a shy smile. Impossible to be bashful when he looks at me like that. He sat up and unbuckled the back of her bra helping her slide it down her arms. Her nipples stood at attention under his intense stare.

“I think we’re both wearing too much clothing, darling,” he whispered.

“Agreed.”

He rolled her onto her back. “I want to undress you.” Unbuttoning the top of her jeans, he and slid his fingers beneath her waist band into her underwear.

“So hot.” He swirled his thumb around her clit. “And wet.” Sparks of pleasure shot through her core, and he slid a finger in and she bucked.

“That’s it, Sas. Let me see you come again.”

He circled her entrance, pulled out, and pushed back inside.

“Jesus!”

“You’re so tight, Kansas. Imagine how you’ll grip my cock.”

She moaned.

“You like it when I talk dirty, don’t you?” He added another finger and pumped harder, stretching her walls. Blood rushed back to her core. Her muscles quivered, and she lifted her hips in time with his hand.

“That’s it, Sas, fuck my fingers, I want you to come apart for me.”

Unable to stave off the explosion she clamped down on his fingers. A bright blaze of white light detonated behind her lids. For a moment she held her breath, caught up in the intensity of an orgasm she didn’t want to end. Her lungs burned, and she took a breath of air scented with musk, as she floated in the white space of pleasure. When she could refocus they were both nude and he was fisting his swollen dick in his hand. A fresh gush of juices flowed. He was beautiful, flushed, thick, and long with a steady stream of pre-cum pouring from his slit, and running down his hands. His breath rattled in his chest and his hips pumped. The masculine grunts and moans were music to her ear.

“Don’t you dare come.”

He smirked. “I-I wasn’t planning on it, Beauty.”

“Good.” She gathered her strength, rolled onto her belly, and rose to her knees. “I think it’s my turn to have a little fun.” Crawling to the center of the bed, she paused to lick the sticky, white substance from his hands, careful to trace the knuckles and the sensitive hollows between each finger before she moved on to flick her tongue over the head. His hands stilled.

She glanced up. “Don’t stop. I like watching you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He resumed his strokes, and she dipped the tip of her tongue into his slit, tangy, saltiness danced along her taste buds. Opening her mouth she sucked his head into her mouth.

He growled. “If you don’t stop that soon it’s going to be over before it really starts.”

She removed her lips and sighed. “Later?”

“Definitely.”

“Condom?”

“On the night stand.”

She arched a brow. Had he been trolling around looking for an able body?

“I did it when you blanked on me.”

“Ahh, I like a man who thinks on his feet.” She winked, rolled over to the nightstand, grabbed the square foil, and came back. Her sure movements had the rubber on and in place in moments. He twitched in her hand and she squeezed him gently.

“Lay back, I owe you a ride.” She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him down.

“Saddle up, little filly.” He exaggerated his accent and wiggled his eyes.

The humor swept away the nervousness edging in, and she chuckled.

“There’s the smile.” His lips twitched upward.

She climbed onto him, guided him inside her achy entrance, and sank down onto his swollen cock.

Author Bio

Shyla Colt lives in southern California with her marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not teaching Abc’s , running errands , or headed to the park she writes full time and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell, she thinks sleep is over rated. Her goal is to bring you erotic romance full of characters that feel real, plots that make you, think and happily ever after endings that show you the true power of love.

 

Rolling Stones You can’t Always Get what you want

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On Angel’s Wings Up for People’s Choice Award!

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I found out today that On Angel’s Wings is up for People’s Choice Award at The Talent Cave Reviews!  How awesome is that?  Oh my god I’m stoked. First time one of my stories has been nominated for something.  What a great honor!  I would love your votes!

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Here is the blurb and an excerpt!

Can his love mend her broken heart?
Alexa Gray has had more than one tragedy strike at Christmas. The thought of moving on makes her feel she’s staining the memory of the love she shared with her dead husband and child. Can guardian angel Angelo show her she has more love inside her to give?

Excerpt:

Angelo cupped her chin in his hand, this time to pull her face up to his so he could kiss her. His tongue slipped into her mouth, searching out hers, and they dueled like that for a few moments. She groaned as he bit her bottom lip, and then licked it. When his lips left hers, she realized she was holding her breath.

“Angelo…” Even to her she sounded out of breath.

“Yes, dear Alexa?” She shook her head and didn’t say anything more. This was about feeling. He nodded and returned his attention to her lips. He made quick work of her clothing, letting everything drop on the floor. Not to be outdone, she placed her hands on his shirt and pulled it up, baring his chest, and then off of his head, tossing it to the floor. She moved in close to him, kissing his chest softly, and her hands moving to undo the button of his jeans as she tasted his flesh.

Everything about him thrilled her, and she constantly had wet panties when she thought of him. She fought the urge to just pull his pants down and to have him fuck her. No, she wanted something deeper than just that. They could fuck any day. Today, she needed him in the rawest and deepest form. She wanted to feel him at the most basic level with her heart and soul bared to him.

She kept her hands at his pants, not inching them down yet. Swirling her tongue around his nipple, she smiled as he groaned. It was amazing to her how responsive the male anatomy could be. Tugging at the nipple with her teeth, Alexa was encouraged by his hands that went in her hair and held her to him.

“Mmm, oh yes, that’s wonderful, Alexa.”

Bringing her head up, she switched attention to his other nipple but this time adding in suction from her mouth. His low growl sent pleasure spiking up her spine, and she couldn’t resist nipping him there. He grunted and pulled her head back, gently slanting his lips over hers with a soft groan.

He placed her hand at his pants then released her. She knew what he wanted just with that gesture. Undoing them, she jerked them down his hips and freed him. Unable to stop herself, she glanced down and at his cock. God, it was beautiful. He was beautiful. She knelt before him, taking his cock in her hand and stroked him slowly.

“Alexa…aren’t I supposed to be taking you to bed?”

“Yes, but it’s my turn.”

The head of his cock had a pearly bead of pre-come and she couldn’t resist giving it a swipe of her tongue. She peered into his eyes as she licked the head of his cock again and then placed the tip in her mouth, slowly suckling.

He arched into her and gripped the back of her head. With short and shallow thrusts of his hips, he slid his cock all the way into her mouth and she moaned around it. She placed her hands on his thighs, feeling the power there as he fed her his cock. His taste hit her tongue, and she purred as a swirling hunger hit the pit of her stomach and went straight to her throbbing clit. Pulling back a bit on his cock, she licked around the head, swiping underneath with quick little flicks that produced a growl from him.

She was just getting started, and he slipped from her mouth. Alexa grumbled in protest, then he picked her up into his arms and settled on the bed with her in front of him, face to face. She gazed at him and leaned up to kiss him lightly, before she lay back against the pillows.

“I guess now you’re actually taking me to bed.” She winked at him and he chuckled.

“Yes, I guess now that’s exactly what I’m doing.”

He reached for one of the condoms they’d left out on the nightstand opened it, donned it, and put the wrapper on the same nightstand. Turning back to her, he smiled and positioned himself over her, nudging her legs open with his own. Taking his cock in hand, he set it at her entrance and thrust forward, seating himself into her fully.

Her breath caught and she placed her hands on his shoulders, wrapping her legs up high around his waist. She whimpered as he hit so deep within her she could swear he touched her cervix.

“Oh!”

 

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Truth Be Told by Tamsin Baker

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“How was the wedding last night?” Liam began spooning noodles onto Patrick’s plate and then put some on his own. “This smells awesome.”

Patrick sat and began dividing the satays between them.

“Yeah, lucky they make it so hot or it wouldn’t have made the trip still warm. The wedding was good. My first cousin, Amelia, was the bride. My mum spent the whole night pushing me towards her friends.”

A burning jealousy gripped Liam’s insides but he forced himself to smile. “So, you picked up then?”

Patrick paused, chicken satay halfway to his mouth, then burst out laughing. “You think I … Are you kidding?” He continued to laugh.

Liam threw a butterfly into his mouth, the fried batter causing him to almost choke. He wasn’t used to such rich foods.

Patrick stood up and moved towards him around the table. Liam tilted up his face and was rewarded with a quick kiss before Patrick sat back down, still chortling.

“Liam, I may not be out of the closet, but I haven’t been able to get it up for a woman in almost ten years.”

Liam relaxed. He’d worried for a moment that he was dealing with more than he could handle. He could compete well with other men, but if Patrick was truly bi- he didn’t really stand a chance. “Good, then you won’t be tired for me.”

“Tired?” Patrick groaned and took a long swig of his soft drink. “The only reason I’m tired is because I couldn’t sleep without you.”

Liam watched in fascination as his lover shut his mouth with an audible snap and blushed brightly. It looked like he hadn’t meant to share that piece of information.

Maybe Patrick would feel less embarrassed if he shared something too? “I pulled myself off thinking about you last night. How your mouth felt around me, how hot your cock was, everything.” He felt his cock thicken in his jeans whilst he said the words, he wanted Patrick now.

Patrick set his fork down and opened his lips to draw a bigger breath, his pupils even dilated.

Liam stood up first and walked around the small table. He reached down and pulled Patrick up to him. Once level, face to face, he thrust his pelvis into Patrick’s and felt the hard ridge along his fly. Thank God he wasn’t the only one affected.

“I have missed you. How crazy is that?”

Liam couldn’t stop the honest words. He had never wanted anyone with this much intensity before.

In answer, Patrick’s hands slid up under his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Then he ducked his head and sucked on one of Liam’s nipples. Liam moaned as sharp teeth grazed his sensitive flesh. Patrick straightened again and Liam pulled at the boring white t-shirt which he hated.

Liam looked his lover straight in the eye, “You better not want to top tonight, because I need your arse.”

Patrick kicked his feet out of his shoes and dropped his jeans to the floor.

Commando. Awesome.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Patrick looked him up and down, “We could take turns again.”

Liam laughed and dropped his own jeans. They pooled around his ankles and he quickly stepped out of them. “If you’re still hard after I fuck you, then be my guest.”

He arched an eyebrow at his lover. Challenge set.

They both moved at the same time. Arms went around each other, lips fusing together. Their tongues thrust, dueling for supremacy as they showed their passion for one another with actions rather than words.

Liam pulled back, panting and held out his hand. He really needed to keep lube and condoms in every room of his house.

Patrick took it without question and followed him into the bedroom.

He went to get a condom but Patrick stopped him. “Allow me.”

His lover ripped open the foil and pulled out the rubber, then carefully rolled it onto him. Liam sighed in bliss.

Patrick poured the lube into his hand and rubbed his cock well. “How do you want me lover? Top gets to choose.”

Liam wanted him right now, he didn’t really care how. But he did like seeing Patrick’s face while they fucked.

“Let’s try the position we left out the other day.”

Patrick looked at him, confusion written all over his face.

Liam lay down in the middle of the bed, his cock pointing up, hard and aching to feel Patrick. “Come sit on me.”

He put his arms out and beckoned to his lover. He was beyond patience. If Patrick didn’t hurry then he would be just bending him over the bed and driving into him over and over again.

“You want me to mount you?”

Liam beckoned again with his hands, “Come here. You’ll like it.”

Eyebrows still furrowed, Patrick crawled across the bed and swung his leg over Liam’s waist.

The warmth and weight of Patrick’s arse was heaven. Liam reached up and began to stroke Patrick’s hard cock. Such a nice, thick dick. He could easily get used to having this all the time.

“So, what about you, Liam?” Patrick asked as he leaned forward into Liam’s grip and lubed up his own arse.

“Me?” He was falling into space, his pleasure at feeling Patrick’s weight, touching his cock, and looking into those beautiful brown eyes were shutting off the rest of his brain.

“Did you pick up the past few nights at your club?”

Liam laughed and let go of Patrick’s cock. He wrapped both hands around his lover’s waist and lifted him up, positioning him right over his own cock. “Lower yourself down. I’m going crazy here.”

Patrick reached under him and positioned the pole he was to be impaled upon.

“Tell me, Liam.”

Liam scowled, trying to thrust up, but Patrick held him back.

What was the question? His mind cleared as though blown out by a leaf blower.

“Patrick, I don’t want anyone else but you.”

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Tamsin Baker read sexy romance for years, skipping the story to find the ‘good bits’. When she found Erotic romance and Erotica, it was like coming home to people who understood what she needed in her books. When it was time to write, the world expanded and she knew this was what she wanted to do forever.


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