Saturday, November 21, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

At the close of the meeting, Siobhan stayed in her seat while Jake stood to shake hands with every committee member as they filed out. Closing the door behind the last one, he remained there, his back pressed to the wood, his hands stuck in the pockets of his dress slacks. He looked like a model in an advertisement for erectile dysfunction medication—too young to need the product but old enough men who did need it would see him and think, “Product X will make me look like him, then I’ll get any woman I want!”
Her heart still lay on the floor, too weak to resist if he chose to stomp on it again.
“You look beautiful today.”
“Shut up, Jake! You don’t have any right to say things like that to me anymore.” As she got to her feet, she clutched her new binder to her breasts as if it were armor. “Not after the way you ended things.”
“I’m sorry. I know I was an ass, but I’ve come to my senses. I love you.”
Oh no. No. No. No. She shook her head. “No you don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t have left.”
“I think I fell in love with you the night we met. I know I felt something when I sank my cock in your hot pussy. I remember because the feeling scared the living daylights out of me. I spent the rest of the time we were together telling myself you were just another good fu….”
A red haze glazed over her eyes. She understood how a person could commit murder. If she had anything sharper than a ballpoint pen, she’d be tempted to skewer him with it. She tightened her grasp on her notebook, flattening her breasts with it until she felt the physical pain. That was so much easier to deal with than the ache in her heart. She tapped her toe, unable to squelch her anger entirely. “Go ahead. Finish what you were going to say. Don’t leave me hanging. I was just another good…what?”
He pulled his hands from his pockets, fisting them on his hips as he straightened away from the door. “Fuck, Siobhan! I told myself you were just another good fuck. I knew it wasn’t the truth, but I wasn’t ready to admit you meant more to me.”
“You son-of-a-bitch.” She advanced on him. Whatever love she’d harbored for him since he’d cut her out of his life shattered the minute he confessed to using her for months. “I don’t know what hole you crawled into when you left here last month, but you can go back to it. I loved you, Jake, but I was nothing more than a good fuck to you. Well, go fuck yourself.”
With as much dignity as she could muster, she stormed past him into the corridor. Spying the stairwell door at the end of the hall, she stumbled in that direction, managing to descend a couple of flights before her legs gave out. Squeezing her eyes shut, she willed herself not to cry.
Never again. He’s not worth it.
She’d all ready spent too many hours dehydrating herself over Jake Tulleson. “Go to hell, you bastard.” Fumbling in her purse, she found a tissue to dab at the corners of her eyes. She blew her nose into the thin, soggy square. “You told him.”
Her voice echoed off the bare concrete walls, making her sound bolder than she actually was. “Why did you come back to torment me?” she asked the ringing silence. “Wasn’t breaking me in half once enough for you?”
She sniffled. She didn’t care what Ashley had to do between now and her wedding, Siobhan was going to dump the big-assed binder back in her lap then get the hell out of Dodge. Dallas. Whatever. Her friend had meant well, she was sure of it, but no way was she spending another minute in Jake’s company, much less be glued to his side for the three weeks until the Crystal Ball.
No. Fucking. Way.

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Saturday, November 14, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

Though there be kinks, the road still leads home.


It’s been three years since Paul discovered his slave, Cameron, beaten and clinging to life in a NYC alley. Determined to protect the man he loves, they’ve moved to a remote mountain retreat and though Cam’s physical wounds have mostly healed, the past still has an emotional hold on them, preventing them from finding the third person they once dreamed of completing their family.

When Cam meets Matt, thoughts of a third person in his relationship with Paul resurface. His master isn’t pleased with Cam’s attraction to the other man, but the fact that they’re talking about a third again is a sign that they’re both ready to put the past behind them. The only thing left to do is see if Matt is the one they’ve been looking for.

Rejected by his family, Matt worked at Bound to put himself through culinary school and has made a life for himself. Intrigued by Cam and the life he leads as a sexual slave, Matt agrees to become their cook and housekeeper, while deep down, he wants more.

Is there room in Paul’s heart for another slave?


As soon as he saw a pair of work boots emerge from the cab, he knew Roger had sent someone else this time. The owner of Bound and ReBound wouldn’t be caught dead in anything but the softest Italian leather footwear.

A hard-earned wariness raised its head. Cam glanced back at the open doorway, judging the time it would take him to close the distance and lay his hands on the baseball bat leaning against the wall next to the door. He took a backward step, then another, as the stranger materialized from the cab.

His pulse spiked at the sight of long, denim-clad legs and a firm ass. Broad shoulders stretched a blue plaid flannel shirt to its limits when the man reached back into the truck. Cam caught a glimpse of the driver’s strong profile—then the man turned.

Fuck! Where had Roger found this guy? He was everything that turned Cam’s knees weak—in a good way—tall and muscular with blue eyes, sandy hair, and full lips that promised a wicked good time.

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Saturday, November 7, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

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Taste the forbidden in this collection of sizzling stories from two best-selling authors, offering a tantalizing glimpse into a range of flavors that are definitely not vanilla!

Three words... six naughty stories...

Watch Me by Jennifer Lynne
Lookin' Good by Roz Lee

Hung Up by Roz Lee
Alpha Submissive by Jennifer Lynne

First Time by Jennifer Lynne
Domestic Discipline by Roz Lee

Fresh Fiction review: "Not Vanilla will scorch your mind and leaves you breathless...loved it!"

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Excerpt - Hung Up by Roz Lee:

At sixteen, Colton Barnes had already made a name for himself on the football field, the baseball field, the debate team, the academic decathlon team, and the junior rodeo circuit. He walked the halls of Jeff Davis High School as if he owned them—and, hell, he did. Every guy wanted to be him, every girl wanted to do him, and every teacher wanted to clone him. Eventually, he chose rodeo over the colleges offering him both academic and athletic scholarships. He was/is too good to be true.
Sometimes I wonder if he regrets the path he chose. He made a fortune on the Professional Bull Rider’s circuit, but the sport took as much as it gave. Forced to retire after a particularly nasty animal stomped on his right leg, smashing the bones to bits, he returned to Ft. Worth with a noticeable limp, and started a business making custom bull ropes. He mostly keeps to himself these days, occasionally showing up at The Lone Star to have a drink with his buddies from high school. That’s where he found me.
I go there every week to drink and laugh with my girlfriends. The group ranges from a few to a dozen, depending on work schedules. We’re all single, except April who’s engaged and Bailey Rose who has a semi-permanent thing going with Travis. Conversation usually revolves around our dates, or lack thereof. Everyone there knows I dance, so it’s not unusual for one of the regulars at the club to drag me down to the dance floor to teach some greenhorn the basic steps. I was headed back to my table after teaching some sorority girl how to two-step when Colton stepped into my path.
At thirty, he is even more handsome than he’d been as a teenager. Age and experience have added character to his features, something I hadn’t been aware of until the moment I crashed into his broad chest.
He apologized profusely, but hell, if I’d had two nickels to rub together, I would have paid him to let me bounce off his chest. He offered to buy me a drink, and, finding the manners bred into me as a Southern woman, I let him. I lost track of how many drinks I consumed at his expense, but when I woke up the next morning with a herd of longhorns stampeding through my skull, I vaguely remembered agreeing to pose for him. I’d found the napkin with directions on it stuffed inside my bra.
“You’re a class act, Bethany.”

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Saturday, October 31, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

Yours, Thankfully releases tomorrow, 11.1.15!!!
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Nicole Halstead is a submissive? Who would have thought it? Not her personal assistant, Kayla, Lady Kay to her friends in the lifestyle, but you learn all kinds of things about a person when you’re stuck in an elevator with them. Things like her kick-ass-take-no-prisoners boss suffers from claustrophobia, and she plans to spend Thanksgiving break at an exclusive, lesbian-only resort rumored to cater to all kinds of kink.
When Nicole goes into full panic mode, Kayla has little choice but to take charge of the situation, even if her actions have pink slip and law suit written all over them.

Forehead pressed to the back of her hands linked on the floor, Nikki spread her knees wide. She couldn’t remember being in a more vulnerable position—the very core of her exposed to the one person capable of destroying her completely. A shiver of anticipation ran along her spine. The sensitive tissues between her legs tingled with the need to be fucked. Arousal pulsed through her. She rocked forward then back, a move sure to earn her a punishment for topping from the bottom.

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Saturday, October 24, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

It's week four in the Mustangs Makeover, and I have two new covers for you!

Both are just .99 thru 11.14.15.

There was no decision to make. She pulled his hips forward. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Royce’s fingers bit into her scalp. Muffled curses exploded in the fetid air. Liquid heat bathed her tongue then slid down her esophagus. She worked the muscles in her throat, swallowing and draining him at the same time.

Her whiskey-soaked tongue swirled around the head of his dick, spreading liquid fire across the sensitive skin. He hissed at the jolt to his nervous system. It was all he could do to remain upright. Then she closed her lips over him, taking his cock in, one fiery inch at a time.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

Two more new covers!

He rubbed his aching cock through his trousers. Shit. He’d hoped the intervening years along with the move to Dallas would have cured him of his perverse desires, but apparently, that wasn’t the case. All Sean needed to do was look at him and he got hard. It was those damn blue eyes of his. They did something to Bent, made him crazy because they saw too much. Saw things no one else did, things that shouldn’t be there in the first place.

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Her tongue flicked over the tight bud once, twice. Then she pushed past the barrier, her lips closing around the puckered opening in a kiss so erotic, so carnal, so loving, her tongue stroked his heart.

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Saturday, October 10, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

I'm continuing this week with two more new covers for the Mustangs Baseball series.
Many thanks to Talina Perkins at Bookinitdesigns for her hard work bringing my ideas to life.

Control is the name of the game.

He spread the lube over her mound, coating her clit, her labia and dipping inside to swirl a generous glob there, too. “You’re going to get yourself off…while I watch.” 

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He's through playing games.

His hands were still beneath her skirt, lazily toying with her folds, her clit, driving her insane while his gaze roamed every inch of exposed skin above. Her clit pulsed and throbbed.
“Now the bra. Push it up." 

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