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.

Blurb:

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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Saturday, August 8, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday


His fingers dug into her skin. Her feet left the floor. Her back met the wall, and his mouth came down on hers. His hands molded to her ass, lifting her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and kissed him back.

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Saturday, August 1, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

She's more than he bargained for.

“I’ve done something naughty, sir, and I need to be punished for it.” 

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Saturday, July 25, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

The Natural meets 50 Shades

“I need to be inside you, Eve. I need to possess you.”

Here's what Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews has to say about SUSPENDED GAME - 
"Suspended Game features everything I look for in a romance; an intricate plot, characters I want to know and I care about, interesting dialog, just enough drama to make it interesting without bogging down the story, steamy intimate scenes and a relationship that develops out of respect, communication and deep feelings. Author Roz Lee offered all of that and more in this book making it one hell of a story"

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Saturday, July 18, 2015

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday

Spring Training is a Finalist for the 2015 BDSM Writers Con
Golden Flogger Award Finalist

It takes discipline to play the game.

"For six weeks, I command you to be selfish. Give as is demanded of you, but use the experience to learn how to live the life you’ve committed to living. Learn to give and receive pleasure. Learn to accept punishment when you fall short of expectations.” He brushed his lips across hers. “Learn to accept who you are.” 

Blurb:


After months of frustrating failures, Todd’s relationship with Brooke is teetering on the edge of self-destruction. Entering into a full-time Master/slave lifestyle without proper instruction was a mistake he’s determined to correct, so, after arranging a training program at home for Brooke, Todd heads to Arizona with the Mustangs for some Spring Training of his own.

Overwhelmed by her lessons, and suspicious as to what her master is doing, Brooke pulls a disappearing act on her instructor, showing up in Arizona to find the Mustangs’ Training Camp isn’t the only work out Todd is receiving. The training is brutal, but with the help of Mistress Lola the couple learn to live the lifestyle they’ve chosen.

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Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Release Day! - Suspended Game by Roz Lee

The Natural meets 50 Shades in this erotic story of sex, secrets and seduction. He’s an athlete with a secret that could end his career. She’s a woman with a past that could destroy them both.


After five years spent proving his innocence in a gambling scheme, Jimmy Doyle Walker is back on the field for the Washington Diplomats. Given one season to demonstrate he can still contribute to the team, he guards his secrets well, knowing exposure of his unorthodox sex life would create a career-ending scandal. When he meets Evelyn Gardner, she tests his resolve, and he risks everything to show her the delights to be found in his arms.

Living day-to-day as a switchboard operator, Evelyn Gardner loathes the sexual cravings that cost her the home and family she’d always dreamed of. When she meets Jimmy Doyle Walker, the sexy first baseman for the Washington Diplomats, at a church revival meeting, he challenges her beliefs and her expectations. Determinedly, he seduces her through erotic letters, sensual gifts, and sexual play, until she dares dream she can have satisfaction and respectability. 

Too bad her father, the preacher, seems set on ruining not only their reputations but also their lives.

Excerpt:

Jimmy Doyle requested the empty booth in the back so they could have a modicum of privacy. For a moment, he was afraid she would balk, but she surprised him by squaring her shoulders and following the waitress as if his request didn’t have scandal written all over it. She took the seat with her back to the restaurant, which suited him just fine. She’d be less guarded with her facial expressions if she knew only he could see them. He had every intention of learning all he could about her in the time he’d been given. Starting with her name.
As soon as the waitress left to fill their beverage orders, he said, “I don’t even know your name.”
He saw the lie in her eyes. There would be honesty between them, if nothing more. “Don’t even think of lying to me.” He tempered the authority in his voice, knowing somehow that unleashing his full dominant nature on her at this point would send her running, and he wasn’t going to lose her.
She opened her mouth, then closed it. Finally, she said, “Evelyn.”
He raised an eyebrow, silently demanding more.
“Evelyn Gardner.”
“And where are you from, Evelyn Gardner?” He’d drag every scrap of information out of her if he had to, but he hoped by the time he said good-bye to her this evening, she’d feel comfortable enough to answer anything without hesitation. Gaining her trust would be the first step to owning her.
The waitress set two sweating glasses of iced tea on the table, then pulled an order pad and pencil from the pocket of her apron. “What’ll it be?”
He nodded at Evelyn. “Anything you want, sugar. My treat.”
“I—”
“You can. Let me buy you dinner.” He hoped his tone conveyed that there were no other expectations connected to the offer. He simply wanted to feed her. Letting him take care of her basic needs was something she would have to get used to.
She raised the menu, looked it over quickly, then placed her order. It wasn’t much, but he’d see that she ate it all. He ordered, handed the waitress both menus, and turned his attention back to the fascinating woman across from him. He couldn’t remember wanting to know every little thing about a person the way he did her. She was going to be a challenge. Once he could restrain her, he’d devise ways to make her talk. Ways they’d both enjoy. His dick stood at attention, ready to heed its master’s call.
He lifted his glass to his lips. “You were saying?”
Evelyn’s lips caressed her glass. He watched the muscles in her throat work as she swallowed. Christ, he couldn’t wait to wrap his hand around her throat and feel those same muscles contract as she swallowed his cum.
“I grew up in central Virginia.”
Patience. Her answer was vague, but he sensed that she was telling the truth. He prodded for more. “Family?”
Her gaze flitted away; then her eyelids closed, and she shook her head. He recognized shame when he saw it. He’d seen it often enough. “I won’t think less of you, no matter what you tell me.”
She pressed her lips into a thin line. So, she wasn’t ready to tell him her story. He couldn’t blame her. He wasn’t ready to tell her everything yet either. He backed toward safer ground. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a switchboard operator.”
There were few jobs a respectable woman could hold, and that was one of them. He laid his hand on the table, palm up. “Let me see your hand.” He was a perverted fuck, and he knew it. Wanting to see the hands that shoved things in and out of tiny holes all day amused him.
She rested her gloved hand on his palm. There was a tiny stain on the tip of her index finger—a small imperfection on an otherwise perfect canvas.
His eyes met hers, held her gaze. “I want to see your hands.” He tugged on the fingers, one at a time until the worn glove slid free, leaving her bare fingertips resting on his skin. Fuck. He was going to lose it right there, and that was not acceptable.
Sliding his hand beneath hers, he clasped his fingers around her wrist. Her pulse raced as fast as his, another reason he shouldn’t be doing what he was. Neither one of them was ready for what he wanted to do with her, but it was only her hand, he reasoned. Touching her this way was inappropriate as hell, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to feel her skin, and it was imperative that she get used to him touching her. It was never too soon to begin teaching her to accept him.
“Keep your eyes on mine, sugar. Don’t look away, no matter what.” He explored her fingers with his thumb, rubbing it along the length of each one before repeating the process, this time gently nudging into the soft flesh between each digit as he went from one to the next. When her eyes dilated and her breath grew shallow, he almost came in his pants. Shit, she was a natural submissive, and he couldn’t wait to have her completely under his spell. The things he’d do to her body. The pleasure he’d wring from both of them.
“Your hand is incredible, sugar. I can imagine these fingers shoving in, pulling out. All. Day. Long.” He turned her hand over and began massaging her palm with his thumb. “Does your hand cramp at the end of the day?”
“Sometimes.” Her lips barely moved as she formed the word.
He pressed his thumb hard into the center of her hand. Her fingers instinctively curled inward, encasing his thumb in the sweetness of her embrace. He returned to stroking her skin. “And do you massage the ache away? Alone? In your bed?”
Heat crept from the prim lace collar of her dress to her neckline, yet she held tight to his thumb. God, he could do this all night, tease her, stoke her need. One day soon he’d take care of her himself, but tonight, it would be enough to know that the hand he held in his now would be between her legs tonight, massaging away the ache he’d put there.
The clatter of plates and squeak of rubber soles on linoleum alerted him that they were soon to be interrupted. He glanced up and noted the waitress headed their way. With a gentle smile, he tugged his thumb from her grasp and pulled his hand to his side of the table. Turning her face to the wall, Evelyn tucked her hands into her lap.
Once the waitress left, he reached for her again. “Give me your other hand.” She hesitated for only a second before presenting her gloved hand to him. He stripped the garment from her fingers, set it atop the other one. “Eat.”

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