Ruby Ink by L. J. Wilson

 

Screen Shot 2015-04-15 at 6.44.12 AMBlurb: How far can seduction take you?

The answers unfold in Ruby Ink, the first Clairmont series novel. Aaron Clairmont has been granted an early parole.

He returns home to Nickel Springs and finds employment at Abstract Enchantment, a trendy new inn. But Aaron’s mind can’t let go of its predecessor, the vintage Rose Arch Inn, the setting for his passionate love affair with Ruby Vasquez.

Ruby—the girl he lost after his secret underworld life unraveled, shocking everyone who thought they knew him. Freedom comes fast at Aaron—a family desperate to reconnect, an employer cast as his savior, and the steamy memories he can’t escape. Just as Aaron surrenders to starting anew, he realizes the diabolical trap he’s been lured into—a fresh hell that makes prison look like a country club. Lives are at stake, his family and Ruby’s. Ruby Vasquez—the woman Aaron never thought he’d see again. The one destined to collide with his future.

REVIEW “A sultry, tantalizing story… intensely emotional and full of heart. L. J. Wilson is a discovery.” –Shannon McKenna, New York Times bestselling author

Ruby Ink can  be purchased from Amazon

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ABOUT L. J. Wilson writes sensual romance for discerning book lovers. The Clairmont series novels, by design, blend sizzling romance with character driven plots. The seductive new series was inspired by requests from readers for more of the romance that is an integral part of her women’s fiction novels as Laura Spinella, Beautiful Disaster and Perfect Timing. Her mainstream work has garnered multiple awards, including the distinguished Golden Leaf and Golden Quill awards for Best First Book, as well as being name a RITA finalist. Written with a “best of” mindset, L. J. Wilson novels delve deeper into her characters’ relationships and romances while never sacrificing plot.

 

L.J. Wilson can be found on her website

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 THE SERIES Ruby Ink  is the first book  in this sensual romance series—journeys of intrigue, seduction, and satisfying storytelling. The Clairmont siblings, known as the “Tribe of Five”—Alec, Aaron, Honor, Jake and Troy— are complex characters whose individual stories and intricate love lives drive these dynamic new novels. Things heat up fast with Aaron’s story and his broken love affair with the innocent Ruby Vasquez. Is Aaron the Clairmont who truly went bad? And was Ruby right to swear him off forever? Just as readers learn the stunning truth, another Clairmont mystery is in motion, unearthing the secrets and romance of Sebastian and Evie, the never married parents of the Tribe of Five. Set to the rhythm of edgy romance and spinetingling drama, the Clairmont series novels strike an unprecedented beat in the pulse of the romance market. Readers will want to be part of this family—five siblings, six novels, tantalizing romances and memorable, well-drawn characters. Watch for Book Two where the surprising and intimate story behind the Clairmont family legacy is revealed. Ruby Ink, Book One Release Date: March 31, 2015 Published by AB Edge, 2015 L. J. WILSON pen name of author Laura Spinella I give permission for any and all of the information below to be used to promote my books. I love visiting blogs! I’m available for interviews and guest posts – just drop me a note here. s LAURA SPINELLA NOVELS Beautiful Disaster Golden Quill Award, Golden Leaf Award, Best First Book, RITA finalist, Best First Book, 2012; Named a Best Book of 2011 at SheKnows.co

At Her Service by Shayna Snow

AtHerServiceebook_coverSometimes it takes a force of nature…

Kyle Callahan thinks he has life all figured out. After a winning season on the university football team, he’s studied, partied, and slept with willing women. And not necessarily in that order. After graduation, he’ll cap off four years as an Army ROTC cadet by becoming a Second Lieutenant.

Sarah Morgan thought she was getting an engagement ring. Instead, she got dumped for another girl. After throwing herself a pity party, she decides to make the most of the remainder of the school year. With two job offers in hand, she can afford to have some fun.

When a crazy spring storm brings them together, their last weeks of school develop into a series of steamy encounters. But when Kyle steps into the role of hero, Sarah discovers her knight-in-camouflage has captured her heart.

But their mapped-put life plans didn’t include each other. With graduation around the corner, are they ready to be tied down?

 

At Her Service is available from Amazon

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ShaynaBWBLUEcroppedShayna Snow lives in the Midwestern United States, enjoying the changes of seasons and the crazy weather extremes, from blizzards to heat waves. She’s addicted to coffee and her Kindle and is hard-pressed to find a reason to read anything other than romance.

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Excerpt:

I’m going to die if Kyle doesn’t give me some relief in about zero point five seconds. His talented hands are all over my body, touching and shaping and kissing and sucking. Moisture pools between my legs and an ache starts deep in my womb.
He flexes his cock into my stomach and I stroke my hand over his denim-covered shaft. God, he’s huge. But my body is obviously ready, and he knows.
“You’re so wet for me, baby.” His fingers glide over the lace of my thong and dip beneath. I watch a sexy grin spread across his face as he strokes. “Bare,” he murmurs, pinching my nipple with his other hand. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier.” He slides his fingers to my pussy and rims my entrance.
I moan. “Such a tease.”
He drags his fingers through my slick folds to my clit and circles once. “No tease, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”
I writhe, desperate for his skin on mine. “I need you.” My fingers find his zipper and I pull down. His jeans drop from his narrow hips, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs that barely contains his huge erection. I grab him through the cotton and caress my way up.
He curses low and soft. “Shit, babe, you do that and I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“I don’t want you to wait.” I stroke him faster, then shove the briefs down.
His cock springs free, thick and heavy. It’s so big it juts straight out instead of up. I wrap one hand around the velvety steel and cup his balls with the other.
In a flash of movement, he grabs my hands and presses them to the door. He inches forward, nudging the tip of his cock between my thighs. Oh my god, so close.
“Kyle…”
“Sarah baby, I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast. Right up against this door. You ready for me?”
“Yes.” I try to wriggle, but there’s nowhere to go. My hands are trapped and if I move my hips, I get the torturing tease of his dick against my mound.
He releases me abruptly and reaches into the pocket of his jeans. He pulls out a foil packet, rips it open, and rolls the condom on. His hands go to my ass and he lifts. I wrap my legs around his hips and feel that thick shaft bump against my ass. He pins me against the door. Reaching down, I yank my thong to one side.
He rubs his cock along my folds and we both groan. “So wet and ready for me,” he grunts and positions himself at my entrance. I move a little to ease him in.
Inch by inch, he works his cock into my pussy. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, so I’m tight, but my body stretches to accommodate him. “You feel so good,” I whisper. I’ve never taken a cock this big.

Masked Obsession- Part I

175x263-MO-I-coverThough the devastating breakup with Donte Carrera still haunts her after five years, Erika Anderson, an African-American senior advertising account executive, opens herself up to the possibility of a relationship with Fernando Vega, her sexy best male friend.

Fernando and Donte share more than being notorious Latino playboys, wealthy business owners and sons of cartel bosses. Both men are obsessed with Erika and will stop at nothing to have her. Neither of them could have predicted sharing that obsession with Donte’s best friend, Kevin Jackson.

Ever patient and observant, Kevin has wanted Erika from the moment he saw her at one of Fernando’s college house parties and has no qualms about doing whatever it takes to get her.

The past threatens the future as lies are revealed, secrets are uncovered and passions are ignited.

An excerpt from Masked Obsession can be read HERE.

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Kendall Michelle has a B.S. degree from Virginia Tech and currently lives in Central Virginia with her indulgent husband of a hundred years. She admits she doesn’t know exactly how many years they’ve been married but it’s closer to twenty years than a hundred. Writing romance isn’t new to Kendall Michelle. She still has the first romance she wrote in middle school. Granted it’s a far cry from the various subgenres of erotic romance she writes now. When Kendall Michelle isn’t reading or writing what she lovingly calls borderline smut, she spends her time sipping wine, tackling decorating/home improvement projects and obsessing over what’s for dinner. Not necessarily in that order.

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Naughty Wife’s Surprise (Naughty Wives 2 series) by Reed James

naughtywives2coverBlurb for ‘Naughty Wife’s Surprise (Naughty Wives 2)’

It’s Friday again, and Frank and Evie are looking to have more naughty fun. Last week, everything changed for the couple. Frank had watched his wife be very naughty with the Black cop, and he learned just how hot it was to watch her with another man. But now its Frank’s turn to have some fun, and he wants to bring another woman into their bed. After last week, Evie’s more than happy to do whatever her husband wants, she’ll even be his slave, and find out just how much naughty fun two wives can get into.

Contains explicit depictions of bondage, cheating, domination, spanking, threesomes, oral sex, anal sex, and wife watching.

The exciting, and very explicit, sequel to ‘Roleplay Gone Wrong’ coming out 5-19, and available for pre-order.

 

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AuthorPicReed James is a thirty year-old guy living in Tacoma, WA. “I love to write, I find it freeing to immerse myself in a world and tell its stories and then share them with others.” He’s been writing naughty stories since high school, furiously polishing his craft, and finally feels ready to share his fantasies with the world.

“I love writing about women who want to be a little (or a lot) naughty, people expressing their love for each other as physically and kinkily as possible, and women loving other women. Whether it’s a virgin experiencing her/his first time or a long-term couple exploring the bounds of their relationshiops, it will be a hot, erotic story!”

For his day job Reed drives a paratransit shuttle, helping the disabled and senior citizens get around town. “It can be both a rewarding and stressful job in turns.”

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Exceprt from Naughty Wife’s Surprise

“The safeword is ‘matrimony’,” Frank said when she answered her phone.

“Okay,” she answered, and a thrill filled her—more bondage!

“Okay, Master,” he snapped.

“Sorry, Master!” she gasped. Pleasure shivered through her body straight down to between her thighs; he sounded so strong, so powerful. She pressed her thighs together; her clit suddenly aching.

There was a sound in the background, like someone sucking on a lollipop.

“In the trunk of your car is an outfit,” Frank continued; his voice grown husky. “You will strip naked right there in the parking garage, and put it on.”

She hesitated. She wasn’t alone in the parking garage, and the thought of some stranger seeing her naked only made the ache between her legs grow. “Yes, Master,” she purred, surrendering control to her husband.

The Worst Dilemma by Muhammed Sokhna

The Worst Dilemma CoverBlurb: The spark of all dilemmas is lies and deception.

Bio: Throughout Mr. Sokhna life, he searched for a purpose. At the age of eighteen, he went through some tough times. His girlfriend left him, his finances were not where they needed to be, his family was struggling to make ends meet, he lost my hope scholarship, and was desperately trying to find out what was his purpose here on earth. The depression within him started to build and lead to an attempt of suicide.
With the love and support of his family and close friends, he slowly climbed back on his feet, but there was still one remaining problem. He still did not know what his purpose was, until he had a vision.
Something within him told him to write down his story. There was resistance, but he followed the hunch. Five thousand words turn into ten thousand. Then ten turned into twenty thousand. Then all of a sudden, twenty thousand words turned into over forty thousand words. He recognized that he found his true passion. It was pic1something that will challenge him. It was something he was yearning for all his life. It was something he could call “his own” and that something was writing.
Mr. Sokhna’s purpose is to ignite the creativity within people and help them realize that life is much more than what meets the eye. He wants his readers to know that all that we ever done and all we will ever do in this world is just the tip of this iceberg of what could have been done in this life.
The Worst Dilemma Series is one of the three ways he likes to channel his talent to the world. Being able to create erotic content that make people blush is not only pleasing to him, but it makes him more humble to evolve the craft of literature. Mr.Sokhna will continue to strive to bring more enticing content through The Worst Dilemma Series. A series that will shed light on some of the toughest situations people go through in life, with the added bonus of erotic content.

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High by Zara Cox

HIGH COVERWelcome to The Indigo Lounge, the scandalously sexy sky-high playground where anything can happen…

Flirty, dirty and utterly delicious, HIGH is the perfect next read for lovers of the internationally renowned This Man series from Jodi Ellen Malpas & Sylvia Day’s Crossfire series.

Zachary Savage is a man accustomed to getting whatever and whoever he wants. He’s buried his demons and risen from the ashes to become the playboy owner of the internationally renowned Indigo Lounge, a fleet of ultra-exclusive sky-high pleasure palaces.

He has everything he wants, until he sets eyes on Bethany Green. One look is all it takes ~ she has to be his.

Bethany Green has endured the worst year of her life; bad luck and heartbreak at every turn. Karma swings wildly in her favour when a money-can’t-buy golden ticket lands in her lap – an invitation to experience the scandalously sexy Indigo Lounge for herself.Green by name and green by nature, is she brave enough to accept the hottest ticket in town?One glimpse of Zachary Savage is enough to convince her that she isn’t cosmopolitan enough to play in his glamorous, sinfully sexy world. But they’re already in the air, and reality is a long way behind them. The only way is up.

The Indigo Lounge. Step aboard and check your inhibitions at the door.

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Bio: Zara Cox has been writing for almost twenty-five years but it wasn’t until seven years ago that she decided to share her love of writing sexy, gritty stories with anyone but her close family (the over 18s anyway!). The Indigo Lounge Series is Zara’s next step in her erotic romance writing journey and she’d love to hear your thoughts.

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Excerpt:

“Welcome to The Indigo Lounge.”
His voice, like honeyed gravel, rough yet melodic, sent another wave of heat right through her.
Bethany had no trouble imagining it during sex, whispering hot, dirty things to her as he fucked her. God, he probably fucked like a goddamn champion.
What the hell had he said? Welcome?
“Umm…thank you.”
He finally broke his electric focus and nodded over to a spare desk. As if conjured up by magic, another blonde goddess appeared behind it.
This one seemed to have eyes only for the man in front of her. No surprise there. But the avid interest in the woman’s eyes made Bethany itch to wipe the smile from her face.
“Serena, can you check in Miss…?” He looked at her, one brow raised.
Bethany forced herself to focus. “Green. Bethany Green.”
His eyes gleamed, then his lashes swept down to shield his expression. He nodded and turned to Serena. “Check Miss Green in, and arrange for my bags to be moved, too. I’m joining this I.L. trip.”
Serena’s eyebrows hit her carefully arranged bangs. “You’re no longer heading to the West Coast?”
His nostrils flared slightly and his jaw protruded as if he was battling with himself. Finally, he smiled. “No, change of plan. Can I rely on you to arrange that, Serena?”
Of course he could. Serena’s simpering smile indicated Mr. Sex God could rely on her to arrange everything to suit him—including herself should the whim take him.
“Right away, sir.”
Sex God smiled. “Not quite right away, Serena. First, please deal with Miss Green.”
Stormy grey eyes locked onto her once more. There was something about him that was devastatingly powerful; Bethany had to force herself to look away, desperately willing her brain cells to track when Serena asked for her passport.
She handed it over, along with her copy of the Indigo Lounge agreement, which she’d signed in triplicate. All the while, the burn of his gaze silently branded her.
When Serena fake-smiled and handed back her passport, Bethany’s hand shook as she placed it in her purse. The force of his stare was that little bit too much.
“If you leave your bags right here, it will be taken onto the plane. Your hostess, Tracy, will be here in a moment to introduce you to your team and she’ll arrange the final search.”
“Search?”
Serena’s fake-smile stretched wider. “It’s our company policy to do a drugs search before our clients board. It’s right there in the agreement you signed. Mr. Savage’s rules about drug use on his planes are very strict.”
Bethany’s teeth ground together at the patronizing tone but she forced a smile. “Sure. If Mr. Savage insists.”
“He does,” Serena emphasized, casting another simpering look past her at the Sex God.
Bethany glanced over at him too and caught his faint look of amusement. But the moment their eyes met, amusement faded to be replaced by sizzling, possessive heat once more.
He shifted as if the same restless energy that prowled through her stormed through him. His fingers flexed then he jammed them into his back pockets. The movement stretched the material of his T-shirt over his powerful biceps, making her mouth water.
She struggled to rein in her reeling senses. She’d never felt like this before, not even with Chris—
Yeah…Chris. Not thinking about him right now!
“Allow me to escort you to your hostess,” the man said, rocking forward on his feet.
She wanted to ask him who he was, why he was taking an interest in her check-in. But words felt useless.
The chemistry between them was blatant enough, powerful enough, that words seemed superfluous.
Despite her floundering, despite the puzzlement as to why a man so sexy and gorgeous was watching her with such barely contained hunger, she couldn’t dismiss the bone-deep truth firing through body.
Bethany wanted to fuck him. Pure and simple.
Except there would be nothing pure or simple about it.
The jaded wariness she saw in his eyes didn’t detract from the raw sexual experience that lingered within the grey depths. Sex with this man would be insanely filthy; it would be nasty and sweaty. It would also be beautiful and complicated beyond words. She knew it as surely as she knew her name.
Without answering she nodded and fell into step beside him.
Behind her, Serena gushed about seeing to his needs, but neither of them paid any attention.
His scent, warm, lemony with a hint of spice, filled her head along with a dizzying progression of filthy thoughts. God, she wanted to lick him in places she’d never once dreamed of licking a man! And that was just the beginning…
He led her through the doors he’d emerged from what felt like an eternity ago. A set of luxuriously carpeted stairs led to another door on the mezzanine level.
He stood to one side and waved her up, a wicked smile curving his sensuous lips. “After you, Miss Green.”
Thank God she’d shaved her legs last night was her first thought. Her second was whether her panties were visible through the thin fabric of the flirty yellow Vera Wang summer dress Keely had insisted she wear.
Oh, what the hell did it matter?
Propriety had gone out the window the moment she’d set eyes on this man. All the same, she couldn’t stop her hand from fluttering against the back of her dress as she mounted the stairs.
She heard his soft hiss and belatedly realized that all she’d done was succeed in plastering the material against her ass. Her Kardashian ass, as Keely liked to call it.
By far it was her worst feature, ridiculously large in comparison to the rest of her body. While her breasts were an okay size and her stomach and thighs responded well to exercise, having been primed with ballet from an early age, her ass let her down every time. It was why she’d given up her dreams of becoming a prima ballerina.
She reached the top of the stairs and quickly dropped her hand.
Before she could open it, he reached past her and threw the door open.
The moment she entered, she knew why she’d felt the weird sensation as she’d walked into the Executive Guest Suite.
Moving forward, she stopped in front of the glass wall, her heart hammering wildly in her throat as she looked down into the open space below.
“You were in this room when I came in.” It wasn’t a question. It was another certainty that stemmed from her soul.
“Yes.” His voice, hypnotic and sexy as hell, washed over her.
“You saw me.”
“Yes.” He was closer, close enough for her to smell him again.
“And you came downstairs?”
“I couldn’t not.”
She turned. He stood less than a pace away, those mesmerizing eyes on her. Again, his shoulders and his hands moved restlessly, as if he was physically restraining himself from touching her.
“So, what now?”
His gaze raked her from head to toe and back again. His lips parted and his tongue traced the inside of his lower lip. “Now you place your hands on the wall behind you and spread your legs.”
Stunned excitement rocked through her but she forced herself to breathe, to remain lucid. “W…why would I want to do that?”
His smile was filled with pure sin. “For your drug search, of course.”
“What…what about Tracy?”
His smile disappeared. “She won’t be conducting the search. I brought you here because now I’ve seen you, now I have you, Bethany Green, I refuse to let anyone else touch you.”
He took that last step until they were a whisper apart. His head lowered and his nostrils flared as he breathed her in, the sharp tinge of need in his every exhale. “Are you ready?” he rasped.
She looked up at him, every nerve in her body tightening with need.
“No. You’re about to put your hands on me and I don’t even know your name.”
“My name is Zachary Savage. You can call me Zach. In fact, I prefer it. Because Zachary is too long for the many times I intend for you to scream my name when I make you come.”

At Your Mercy by Rhyme Devereux


ref=sr_1_3Blurb:

Welcome to VIP, a personalized matchmaking agency catering to professional executives.  Satisfaction, and so much more, guaranteed.

Ivy is damaged goods and never intends for anyone to make her weak by falling in love.  When her next assignment just happens to be the person who protected her as a young girl, she is stunned at how much she is attracted to him. He arouses her, in every way. It might be time for her to make an exception to her rule…

Jax has never been in a loving relationship.  Meeting up with Ivy after all these years, he still feels protective of her even though she isn’t that fragile girl anymore. Her beautiful face and sensual curves are breathtaking to him now. The first time in his life, he wants something that money can’t buy- Ivy. Jax will stop at nothing until he has her moaning in his bed.

He protected her once before and now he wants to own her heart. Will Ivy let Jax be at her mercy?

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Bio:

Rhyme Devereux is an adult romance writer. Her debut book, At Your Mercy is her baby and she can’t wait to add more siblings. She is happily married with five children, and two dogs living in Pennsylvania. After turning 40, Rhyme realized that she’s a late bloomer and writing is what keeps her sane most days.

Before Rhyme began writing she wore many career hats: childcare teacher, personal assistant to children with autism, running her home-based transcribing business, and from time to time a stay-at-home mom. When she’s not writing or daydreaming about plots and characters; you can find Rhyme being a housekeeper, tutor, chef, chauffeur, and referee at home. There are times (more than often) that there’s no rhyme or reason for the things that go on in her life.

Rhyme thanks Judy Blume for writing awesome books that started her reading addiction in her tweenyears. She also still adores her favorite childhood character, Bambi. Thank you for reading her biography, but just so you know Rhyme’s books are much more interesting.

 

 

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Excerpt:

I’m happy working for VIP. The pay is impressive, especially for someone without a degree. I get to see tropical places, mingle with different cultures, and be with some tremendously powerful, attractive men. Don’t get me wrong. I fantasize about the things I would love to do with these insanely hot men. Some of my past clients had me manually stimulating myself as soon as I got home after attending one of their social events.

Which reminds me. I need to buy more batteries.

I check the time on my wristwatch—twelve ten p.m. I reach to press the privacy window control. “Joe, how much longer you think we will be stuck in traffic?”

“Actually, we’re almost there, Ivy. Sorry for not taking another route.”

“Sure. No problem. Thanks, Joe.” Every Friday, no matter the time of day, there’s a ton of traffic on the freeway. I pray my new client isn’t a stickler for being on time. Being fifteen minutes late isn’t terrible. Checking my face in my cosmetic mirror, I run my fingers through my curly red hair. All I need to do is refresh my nude-colored lipstick.

The privacy window comes down. “Ivy, we’ve arrived.”

“Finally. Thanks, Joe. Pull up to the entrance, please.” Joe opens the door and offers his hand. “I’ll be ready to leave by two o’clock, but you may want to hang out for a moment in case this Jax Sterling has a tantrum over me being tardy.” I laugh.

Smiling, he nods his head. “No problem. Text me if I can leave.”

As I step into the crisp spring air on the West Coast, I wish that I had brought my shoulder wrap along. The sun is bright today. Not one cloud in the sky. Looking around, I see the parking lot is full of expensive cars—Lexus, Mercedes, Jaguars, and Range Rovers. This place is the hangout for business lunches. Violet only chooses the best. Yep, this is how the others live, and I get to play the part for a limited time.

Walking at a fast pace to the five-story restaurant, my beige stiletto gets stuck in a crack of the stone walkway. Suddenly, strong hands grab my elbow as I start to fall forward towards the ground. My eyes slowly drift upward from his black dress shoes, briefly taking in his tall, athletic build that his gray dress pants can’t conceal. Then my eyes wander over his broad chest that looks hot as hell in a form-fitting black shirt.

“Miss, are you okay?”

I am now.

I’m stunned to be looking into some gorgeous man’s blue eyes that are the lightest color I’ve ever seen. Except … something’s familiar.

“Um … what?” I say as I remember to breathe.

“Are you okay?” He raises his right eyebrow as he questions me.

“Yes, yes, I am. Thanks for helping me avoid an embarrassing accident.”

“We wouldn’t want you to hurt that beautiful body of yours.” Smiling, he begins to walk away, but stops and comes back. “I know this is going to sound like a pick-up line, but do I know you? Are you from around here?”

“For the most part. I lived in Florida a long time ago.”

“Really, what part?”

“Tampa.” A part of my life that I truly try to forget.

“Well, if I did know you, I definitely would remember those big, green eyes,” he says while scanning my body from head to toe. And then he walks in the entrance of the restaurant.

Something in my mind is nagging at me. He seems very familiar. Looking into my Coach tote, I search for the envelope holding the picture that I haven’t seen yet. I find the envelope as I reach the elevators. Finding the elevator empty, I push the third-floor button, which is the Italian restaurant. Violet loves this place for meeting new clients. Each of the five floors caters a different cuisine. I hear the soulful tunes of that famous female British singer, Adele. I just love her. There’s so much heartache in her lyrics. As always my sweet mother’s voice resonated in my head.

Ivy, listen. People will make you mad and treat you bad. Don’t let those things cause hate in your heart. 

My mom always sought solace in her quotes. Looking at my reflection in the glass elevator walls, I smooth out various areas of my camel-colored linen pants suit and check that the lace part of my silk tank top covers my bra. My nerves are always a wreck when first meeting a client. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. Ready, set, action …

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Once the doors open, I step onto the marble flooring and walk straight ahead toward a tall, thin woman with long, platinum-blonde hair standing at the podium.

Showing her perfect white teeth as she smiles, she says, “Good afternoon. How may I help you?”

“Hi, my name is Ivy Montgomery. I’m meeting someone here. His name is Jax Sterling.” For the first time, I finally look at the picture as I show the hostess. I immediately recognize the sexy, dark-haired man as the one who prevented me from busting my ass on the ground outside.

The hostess’s lips make an O. “Ah, yes.” She escorts me toward the back of the restaurant.

Looking around, I take in the ambience of this place—soft music, the lighting dimmed just right, and high-back, luxurious leather booth seats.

Privacy is unquestionably obtainable if that’s what you desire. As we reach the last intimate booth in a corner, my eyes drift to a handsome face whose name I now know. Oh, crap. It’s him.

The hostess’s eyes are focused only on Jax Sterling. “Miss Montgomery, Mr. Sterling, is there anything I can get for—”

Cutting the hostess off, I smile and shake my head. “No, thank you.” I laugh to myself while watching the hostess bat her eyes at him. He is yummy. She smiles as she walks away. As I pull out my cell phone and text Joe that he can leave, I slide into the seat across from Jax. “So we meet again. Are you Jax Sterling, who requested a VIP companion?” My stomach is a little uneasy, and my heart pounds wildly. What is happening here?

With a crooked smile, he rests his muscular arms on the table and leans toward me, whispering, “Yes, Ivory.”

I can feel my heartbeat in my ears. My hands are trembling. How do you know that name? All my childhood memories rush back to me at once. Trying to control the tears that are threatening to escape, I say, “It can’t be …”

He quickly stands and walks around the mahogany table to join me, grabbing my face with both hands. “I can’t believe it.” He presses his forehead on mine and closes his eyes. “Ivory, it’s me, Jaxson.”

 

Book Feature – The 35th Year by Kimberly Cooper


The35thYearSizedBlurb:
How much could you change your life in one year?  For Elizabeth Blake, the answer is a lot.  Tired of being a controlled housewife she takes the 35th year of her life to focus on her needs and wants. With the support of her best friend Stella, Lizzie begins to emancipate herself from her loveless marriage and soon sets her sights on Alex, who has just turned twenty three.  Between Lizzie’s baggage from the past and her sexual inexperience, Alex has a large task at hand, not that he is complaining.
The 35th Year explores the struggle that many woman go through, when unappreciated in their marriage.  The decision to step outside of her marriage and begin an affair is something that Lizzie wrestles with but once Alex shows her what she has been missing in the bedroom, she is unable to turn back.  She quickly gets caught up in the thrill of sex in public and the array of new positions that Alex is teaching her, Lizzie soon realizes that being a bad girl feels very good.

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I am a wife and mother of three.  I love family time, even if we are just going for a walk.  Writing has been a passion of mine ever since I was a teenager, I wrote poetry for a while and I still make home made cards for family members.  I have lived in Virginia my whole life but I hope one day to relocate to Wilmington North Carolina and open a soup kitchen.  Besides writing, I am an avid fan of the Goo Goo Dolls and horror movies.
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Excerpt:

 I walked outside; the coffee shop was right next to Lullaby. I sashayed past the window, Alex was at the register. I had barely made it to the door of Brew and he was at my side.
“So you were just going to walk by and not stop in and see me?”
I smiled at him, “I was just trying to see if you were still interested.”
He looked down at my stockings, “You really think I could lose interest especially when you are dressed like that?” I just looked at him; waiting to see what he would say. He opened the door to the coffee shop and grabbed my hand, and pulled me through the crowd of people to a table in the back. He leaned over and kissed me, “I have missed you so much.” He had his hand under the table, rubbing my leg. “I want to be alone with you.” He said. I had chills, I wanted to be alone with him but I could not afford another day like I had at Lullaby, getting so turned on and then going home unsatisfied.
I leaned over as close to him as I could get, “Whenever I am with you, I have to go home and use my vibrator.”
He cleared his throat. “You have a vibrator?”
I looked over at him, “Yes, why, does that bother you?”
He shook his head, “Not at all, I am actually quite flattered. What do you think about?”
I looked around to make sure no one was paying any attention to us; most everyone in there was lost in their own conversations. “Well, the other night I thought of you and me, you let me get on top of you.”
He swallowed hard, “That could be interesting, I definitely would not mind lying in a bed somewhere having you naked and on top of me doing anything, you could sit on me and knit and I would be turned on.” I could tell that he liked what he was hearing.
“The best one was when I thought about you getting behind me, and your sweat was dripping down on me.”
He whispered in my ear, “You know what you are doing to me right?” I smiled, I loved the power, I loved feeling like someone wanted me, that I could have him if I wanted him. I nuzzled his nose with mine and kissed him. He was rubbing my leg a little harder now, I forgot all about Stella and Brandy waiting for their coffee.
“You know, you can move your hand a little higher if you want.” I taunted, opening my legs a little more.
He raised his eyebrow at me, “You had better watch out, I am not playing.” I could not stop, I put my hand on his thigh and started rubbing, I slid it over and he let out a little gasp. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up; I walked behind him into a single stall bathroom. He closed the door behind us and pulled me over to him and started kissing me. He put his hands up the back of my dress and linked his thumbs inside my fishnets and started pulling them down.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You were warned, I told you to watch out.” He leaned over and slid his tongue in my mouth. I kicked my shoes off while he worked my fishnets all the way down and slung them over his shoulder. For a moment I panicked, no one had ever performed oral sex on me, what if I stunk or what it I looked different down there than he was used to, do vagina’s age?
“No Alex, wait.” I said.
He put his hands on either side of my face; I guess I looked scared, “Don’t worry; I have been waiting for a long time to do this, relax and enjoy, believe me you won’t regret it.” He kissed me again and knelt down in front of me. I was so embarrassed; I did not know what to do. He took my underwear off and brought his face close to me, “Oh my God you smell delicious.” I bit my lip, the warmth of his breath against me felt so good. He started licking at me softly, I shuddered. I lifted my right leg and rested it up against the wall. He dove into me hungrily, licking harder. I took my hands and grabbed him by the hair, tugging at it. He had his whole face buried in me, I started to cum, I put my hand over my mouth to try and muffle the sound but it did not help much. My legs started shaking so bad that I thought that they would give out. He stood back up and pulled me over to him and kissed me.
“I have never felt anything like that in my life.” I said. I felt guilty though because he was so hard. “What about you?” I asked.
He smiled and rubbed my face with the back of his hand, “I told you before, I am a giver. I will wait until we can be together.”
I stroked his hair, “When is that going to be?” I asked. The sooner the better, I wanted him for the whole night.
“Whenever you can come and stay with me for a night or two or twenty.” He said.
I looked at my watch, “Oh my gosh, I have to get back to the salon.” I picked up my underwear and put them on and grabbed my shoes, we kissed again.

 

Love, Lust and Letters by K. Nicole Williams

lovelustletterssizedBlurb:
When Isabel meets Damian during her daily commute she is at her wits end with her marriage, will she break her vows and let lust win or will she find a way to re-connect with her husband, Luke before it’s too late?

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She noticed him on the train. He always sat in the same seat, two seats ahead facing her. He wore jeans every day of the commute. She wondered what type of work he did. She would make guesses to herself, Architect, Web Designer, Trainer, she couldn’t tell. It was a game to her. He typed on his laptop during the hour long commute. It was one of those expensive ones that weighed like an ounce and was almost as thin as your credit card. She knew it cost him a pretty penny. Although he wore jeans they were nice, designer no doubt. And his shoes were expensive leather loafers. He wasn’t flashy, but his style was distinctive. No wedding band, he was single. She looked down at the gold band and diamond ring on her left hand. She was not single, which is why she only watched him on their commute.
He smiled at her occasionally, looking up from his work with his headphones on. She wondered what type of music he listened to, rap, she thought. Then she chided herself for stereotyping. He was the color of the dark chocolate she hoarded in her desk at work. His skin was rich and smooth. His head was bald and he wore a lone diamond earring in his left ear. He reminded her of an actor, but she couldn’t remember which one. He had never spoken to her on the train; perhaps he’d seen her wedding ring or didn’t find her attractive.
She wore a suit to work every day. She didn’t have to, but it made her feel confident and in control. She was the Vice President of Human Resources at her company. She felt her position was important and that her clothing should reflect that. Maybe he thought she was stuck up, she thought. Today she was wearing a navy blue skirt suit and a cream silk blouse. She loved the feel of silk on her skin, it felt like a caress every time she moved. Her legs were clad in nude pantyhose and on her feet were navy high heels. They were impossibly high and impractical for the office, but they made her feel sexy, so she wore them.
Despite her care in dressing today she didn’t feel important or sexy. She and Luke had been fighting all weekend. He wanted her to have a baby and she told him she wasn’t ready. He had said that she wasn’t a spring chicken anymore and that if she wanted to have children she better start now. She was only thirty years old; she had plenty of time she thought to herself. The truth is she wasn’t sure if she wanted to have children with him. Thinking about their fight, she had started to cry and hadn’t noticed until he came to her with a tissue.
“Rough morning,” he asked with concern in his eyes. She hadn’t even noticed him get up from his seat.
“You could say that,” she sniffled as she took the tissue he offered her.
“You’re too beautiful for rough mornings,” he said as he walked back to his seat. “Keep the tissue,” he mouthed to her now back in his usual spot.
“Thank you,” she said to him silently. It was the best thing that had happened to her in the last year.

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author_pic-1Author Bio:
K. Nicole Williams lives in a quaint town in the Shenandoah Valley with her husband and three wonderful sons. She has been writing since the day her mother handed her a crayon, but has only started publishing her work in 2012. When she is not writing, she is reading either a good book or chasing around her three young boys.

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Adam & Eve

Memoirs of a Sex Slave by Billierosie

Memoirs of a Sex SlaveSizedBLURB:

Billierosie tells the story of Elektra, recently consigned to live her final days at the Ravens’ House for the elderly, and her strange life with Mark, her larger-than-life dominant. Elektra’s love and sordid public encounters convey the woman’s aboslute affection for the older man in a manner only the most talented of authors can achieve.

The novella’s sexual nature is fast and nasty; it’s sure to please those who seek tales of forbidden, wholly carnal lust. Shared partners, multiple partners, degradation, humiliation; all play a part in the tale of a sex slave.

 

 

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…the feeling of being filled in her rectum thrilled her with its very indecency; she wanted more. As if in a psychic response, the stranger pushed in another finger; she was  tight, but his persistence and the lubricant did their work. Then a third finger. She wanted him to rape her anus, defile her, right there in the middle of the club with everyone looking on.

Slowly he masturbated her rectum; pushing in, retreating, going further in with each push. Her pelvis pushed back on him. It was her body’s reaction to the strange new sensation. She was helpless, her body’s needs dictated the rules. She felt the flat palm of his hand on her buttocks. He was all the way in. Her rectum muscles gripped him tightly. He moved his fingers in a circular motion, stretching her as if in preparation for a man’s thick cock. Elektra trembled as he finger fucked her dirt hole. When he slowly slid his fingers from her, she felt bereft, empty and tears trickled down her cheeks. He moved around to face her and she watched him examine his fingers. She had emptied her bowels earlier in the day, but still his fingers were streaked with her dark excrement. He held his fingers to her mouth a silent order for her to lick them clean. Elektra lapped obediently. She could taste the lube that he’d used and something dark and  forbidden. The taste excited her and she slobbered over his fingers. A tremor of shameful disgust shuddered through her body like an electric shock; what was she becoming?

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billierosieBio: People fascinate billierosie. What makes them tick; what are their secrets and lies. The effete guy in the bank; the blonde lady shopping in the supermarket, the elderly lady living in a care home. What stories could they tell? Perhaps erotic stories of sex, intrigue and fetish?

And fetish is high on billierosie’s agenda. The strange, haunting stuff that informs our darkest desires. It could be fur or feathers. Shoes, silk stockings, or toes. Poop or pee. An amputee’s stump. If we made a list it would go on for ever.

billierosie has been writing erotica for about two years; she has been published by Oysters and Chocolate, “The Wedding Dress.” She has also been published by Sizzler, in their “Pirate Booty” anthology. Also in their Sherlock Holmes anthology, “My Love of all that is Bizarre.” She is in Sizzler’s latest anthology; “Hunger” and she has been accepted for a new anthology to be published later this year by Sizzler, erotic tales of London town. She also has a collection of short, erotic stories, “Fetish Worship,” available as a download at Sizzler Editions and Amazon.

She has two novellas, both published by Sizzler Editions in 2012. They are available now as downloads; “Memoirs of a Sex Slave”. And “Enslaving Eli. And not forgetting her very first publication, “Fetish Worship”, a collection of erotica and fetish.

billierosie lives in a pretty village in England. She doesn’t fit with village life; certainly not the Women’s Institute. billierosie loves the theatre, Art, film, books and all things eccentric. billierosie plans to have fun and stay young, writing pornography.

billierosie can be found at her blog