Saturday, October 3, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

What's old, is new.

After discussing the importance of cover art this past summer with Mark Coker, the founder of  Smashwords, I came to the conclusion that the lovely bare-chested hunks on the covers of the Mustangs series, though easy on the eyes, weren't accurately depicting the actual content of the books. Therefore, over the past month, The Mustangs Baseball series has been undergoing a face lift of sorts. 

For the next few weeks, I'll reveal two new covers at a time. Expect to see them popping up on retail sites soon, too. These are the ebook covers. Print covers will follow in the next few weeks, so if you like to run your hands over those bare chests, best order your print copies now before they're no longer available.

Many thanks to Mark for taking the time to discuss the situation with me, and to Talina Perkins at Bookinitdesigns for all her hard work on the original covers, and these new ones, as well.

Here's a snippet from INSIDE HEAT for your Saturday enjoyment.

“You taste so good,” he said between gentle laps of his tongue over her pussy. “You’ll remember this when we’re away. You’ll remember how it feels to have my tongue inside you.”

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Saturday, September 26, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

I would love nothing more than to feel the heat of your hand through the leather, but since I can’t be there to touch you, will you do something for me? Will you touch yourself? I want to imagine your hands stroking your beautiful body. Will you do that for me, sweet Evelyn? Remove your clothes and lie on your bed. I’ll wait, breathless, for you to do as I ask.

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Saturday, September 19, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

FREE on Kindle Unlimited
.99 on Amazon

This is a re-release of the short story formerly titled, Making it on Broadway.

She tried to imagine the moment. The stage would be set – a darkly lit strip club – a stage upon the stage. She’d be there, spotlighted in her stripper costume. Chase – Henry, would be there too, sitting at a bar table. The curtain would rise. Applause from the crowd.
The music swelled into the opening number and Haylee began to move, silently mouthing the words as she let Madeline take over her body. Keeping her eyes closed, she concentrated on the beat, on using her body to seduce Henry. She imagined how she would move, how she would remove the pieces of her costume – the one she didn’t have yet. Instead, she tugged at the belt of her robe, pulling the ends until the bow at her waist slid free.
Cool air brushed her stomach and thighs as the fabric parted, hanging at the top on her breasts. She pulled the belt free and tossed it. She wrapped one arm around her midsection, holding the robe closed. With one leg bent on tip-toe, she twisted in what she hoped was a coquettish fashion, sliding her free hand along her satin covered thigh, then up again. She flashed Henry a glimpse of what lay beneath the satin, then turned so her back was to her prey.
With a shrug, the robe slipped from one shoulder. The words of the song played through her mind. This is where Madeline’s last shred of self-esteem warred with her desperation and desire for stardom. How far would she go? What would she do for another chance on Broadway?
Haylee knew the answer. Madeline would do anything, including dance naked in public for this man. Henry could make her a star. She had the talent, she just needed a chance. Decision made, Haylee/Madeline let the robe fall to the floor, turning her body as the fabric fluttered to the floor. In her mind, she saw Henry – his hungry gaze following her every move. This was it, her one chance to cast her spell over him. If he liked what he saw, what her body language promised, he’d take her away from this and she’d be a star. She’d make it on Broadway.

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Saturday, September 12, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

She stopped her pacing and stared at him. God, he looked good, and she almost forgot why she was mad at him – then he ran his hands through his champagne-soaked hair and it all came back to her. “I'm paying you to drive, not to kill yourself.”
The words dropped between them like a stone. Dell stilled. Like an animal sensing its prey, he swung his feet to the floor and stood. He towered over her, and even though he had to be exhausted, he looked ready to take on the world. Or one petite female team owner.
“You know what's killing me, Caro?” he asked as he closed the distance between them. Caro held her ground. He smelled of stale champagne and sweat, with a hint of burnt rubber thrown in. It should have been nauseating, but to Caro, it was the smell of victory, however won. She lifted her eyes to his as he slid one foot between her splayed ones and pressed his body into her personal space.
“Lord knows dying on the track would be easier than keeping my hands off you every day.” 

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Saturday, September 5, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

My wrists are bound in front of my body, a different pattern than yesterday. He wraps my legs together from ankle to thigh in what he calls a double-ladder design. It’s intricate and mystifyingly beautiful. To keep my balance, he lowers the winch and attaches a bar to it—sort of a trapeze thing, by no means steady, but if I hold on tight, I won’t topple over. Finished, he tucks the rope ends in. Rising from the floor, his nose brushes close enough to my slit he can’t help but get a whiff of the honey pouring from my pussy, yet he says nothing. Does nothing.
Frustration claws at my insides. Yesterday, he went out of his way to turn me on, it seemed, and it worked. Today, he’s going out of his way to not turn me on, and failing miserably. 

Saturday, August 29, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

A Lesbian Holiday Office Romance Short Story

Dawn slid one finger beneath the lace band of Skye’s panties, tracing the intimate line from one hipbone to the other. The woman whimpered and tilted her pelvis up, inviting more. Lord, how she wanted to explore every fold, but she wanted to learn the terrain before flying that low.

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Saturday, August 22, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

Taste the forbidden.


A tempting 2-in-1 bundle that is so erotic it will turn your cheeks pink!

First Time by Jennifer Lynne
On their anniversary weekend away, will a spanking paddle help re-kindle Grace and Henry’s waning libido, or will their first kinky time also be their last?

Domestic Discipline by Roz Lee
How can April tell the man she’s promised to marry that she needs more in the bedroom…that she needs a good spanking?

Here's a snippet from Domestic Discipline by Roz Lee.

I quit tugging on the bindings. The idling engine is a low, constant rumble. Air chills my skin where, without my jeans to hold it in place, my blouse has ridden up. Rough denim abrades my midriff. There’s a pair of dirty boots on the floor, inches from my nose. I can’t see them in the darkened cab so much as I can smell them. This isn’t romance, but it’s the most erotic scene I’ve ever been a part of. I press my cheek against the leather seat and let my shoulders relax.
“That’s it, babe. Let me take care of you.”

Release date: 9.22.15

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