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My Review: A treasure map forces them together. The past may tear them apart. UNDER SIEGE a #MM #Pirate #RotG from @SandraBunino and @EvernightPub

UNDER SIEGE  (Pirates’ Bounty, 1) by Sandra Bunino A Romance on the Go novella from Evernight Publishing
A treasure map forces them together. The past may tear them apart.
John Siege wants nothing more than to find his father’s hidden treasure and put an end to the mystery inked into his flesh. But mutiny and deception ousted him from his own ship landing him to the lowest ranks of a deckhand aboard rival ship, The Black Devil.
Deception is nothing new to Captain Andreas Waite. Finding Siege adrift on the high seas leaves many unanswered questions but his appearance aboard his ship offers an opportunity he can’t ignore. Soon, passions ignite in a tangled web of rivalry and lust.
Can two pirates surrender to their desires while living under siege?
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MY REVIEW:
Totally hot, swoon-worthy pirates...yes, please!
When you have an author you trust to deliver a story that grabs hold of you and doesn't let go--even after you finish reading--you're always left wanting more. That's how it always is with Ms. Bunino's titles. Even knowing Under Siege was an RotG, I kept glancing down at the % on my Kindle screen and whimpering,  saying to myself, "NOT YET! NO! NOT YET!"
Believable characters a reader wants to see succeed, settings the imagination can see and smell, the palatable attraction that makes your toes tingle--again, yes please! From page one, I was sucked into John & Waite's story, and swiped my screen without hesitation until I finished. 
If you're in the mood for a couple of hot pirates to spice up your fantasies, this HEA is a must read!

About the author:
Sandra is an author of romance who stays up too late dreaming up sexy heroes. When she’s not writing, shoe shopping or saving wayward turtles, Sandra can be found with a cup of coffee browsing the shelves of an indie bookstore. As a social media junkie, Sandra loves to chat with readers and formed the Bookalicious Babes Facebook group where members share their love of books. Also writing as Sandra Renee Appet.
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New from L.M. Spangler: RETURN TO ME #PNR #RotG #Erotic

BLURB:Her secret tore them apart.

Naida Bouche foolishly thought she could live as if she was only human. Her true nature hung over her like a thunderhead, driving a wedge between her and her husband.

Cooper Martin had no idea why his ex-wife divorced him. He'd treated her like a goddess. And they had no problems in the intimacy department.

Fate brings them together again. Old emotions flare to life. Can Naida see beyond her self-perceived faults and allow the flames to reignite the love she and Coop feel for one another?


EXCERPT:
Water cascaded off her nude body. Small rivulets ran over her breasts and down her slightly rounded stomach, disappearing into the surface of the lake.
She was one with the water.
She could, literally, become one with it.
Moonlight reflected off the mirror-smooth surface, adding a soft glow to the night.
Crickets serenaded her with their chirping song. The cicadas added their buzzing to the symphony. There were a lot of cicadas, hence the name of the lake. A wolf howled in the distance. Nature cocooned her.
She grinned and dove under. Liquid embraced her, still heated by the sun’s rays from earlier in the day. Her body became insubstantial, fragmenting into molecules of H2O. Disorientation left her bewildered, but the feeling came and went. Weightless warmth enveloped her, and the ebb and flow of the tide lulled her into blissful relaxation.
The moon slid across the sky. Hours had passed. Her body became corporeal with a single thought. After regaining her human form, she cut through the water with powerful strokes and rose to the surface in a rush of bubbles.
The night air chilled her damp skin, raising goose pimples along her flesh. She pushed the long fall of hair from her face and glanced into the deep, lush woods that ringed the lake. Soon the leaves would change to shades of gold, orange, red, and brown. In would come the autumnal chill. Her time in the waters would decrease, and then winter would set in and freeze her out.
When that happened, she’d resort to the swimming pool located on the basement level of her large home. Even with the greenery she had sprinkled about, it never fully replaced the exhilaration of the lake, the feel of fresh air against her skin, and the scent of the wilderness.
She repeated the cycle, year after year. The monotony had long since worn short on her nerves.
She had someone in her life, someone to break the monotony.
More accurately, she would only have him until the end of the day.
Tonight would be the last night they would be together. She’d tell him that they were over and done with. The sad part of the whole shitty deal was she couldn’t really give him a reason why.
How could he understand? Hell, she’d have trouble believing the truth, if it wasn’t her life.
The root of their problems were otherworldly, as her father was human and her mother was a water nymph.
The nymph side of her heritage presented two problems. First, she needed daily contact with water. The more the better. Like her pool in the basement. Second, she also needed sex … a lot. Preferably once or twice a day. After all, the term “nymphomaniac” had been born of a nymph’s sex drive.
They had a lot of sex, but there were times when their hectic lives interfered with his libido. He was human and his sex drive was human.
She couldn’t guess how he’d react if she said, “I’m a nympho which means we have to have sex all the time. Day and night. Over and over and over.”
He wouldn’t understand it and she’d allowed it to build a wall between them.
No, he had never known the truth of her desires.
She had pushed him away, afraid of exposing her real self.
And that fear, that uncertainty, would leave her alone … and needy.
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Author Bio: LM Spangler lives in South Central Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, three dogs, a cat, a rabbit, and some fish. Her son serves his country in the US Navy.She is a fan of college football and any kind of baseball and likes to watch the Discovery, Velocity, HGTV, DIY, Science, and any channel showing a college football game. She also watches old game shows like $25,000 Pyramid and Match Game.Social Media:Website- www.authorlmspanglerwrites.wordpress.comFacebook- https://www.facebook.com/authorlmspanglerTwitter: https://twitter.com/authlmspanglerInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorlmspangler/Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/+LMSpangler

SPICE & VANILLA from Katherine Wyvern is HOT and AVAILABLE! Check out my #review of this #transgender #gaylove new release!

Dear Lynn,Thanks for having me here today to talk about my new book!  Spice and Vanilla came about as a sum of two different story-lines that screamed to be put into words.One was a spill-over from my previous release, Woman as a Foreign Language. In that story there was a male-to-female cross-dresser whose painful past of disclosure and rejection was alluded to only briefly. I wanted to expand on that element, and explore the tremendous emotional rollercoaster that all parties involved in such a coming-out will go through.The second story line was sparked in one millisecond when a dear, dear friend of mine described himself as an angel with a bit of a devil inside. That immediately made me want to write this character that is constantly on the fence of… anything, really. He’s gender-fluid, bisexual, a really sweet man with a seriously dark side, and a switch on top of everything…That was supposed to be a light and hot short story, but when it collided with the first story-line, it became a full length novel and an incredible emotional journey, with one of the most complex characters I ever wrote… there were times when I thought I’d lose my sanity trying to keep up with Raphael’s twists and turns.



Time was, when Di could dance all night. Time was, when she could ride any horse in the stable. Time was when she had a fiancée, a future and a home she loved. Until a silver SUV came out of nowhere and broke her life in half.Well concealed under a sarcastic, spiny hide, Hugh has a darkly romantic, passionate soul. Torn between love and terror, he’s held the talented, elegant, magnetic Raphael carefully at arm’s length since the day they met.Male or female, men or women, kinky or sweet, top or bottom? Angel or devil? Raphael’s life is a string of unanswered questions. And Lucie, his long-hidden female self, may bring it all together or destroy everything he has.

Be warned: cross-dressing, gender-queer, explicit M/M and M/F sex, anal sex, spanking, flogging, bondage, forced orgasm, sex toys
LYNN'S REVIEW...   I LOVED Woman as a Foreign Language and didn't think Ms. Wyvern could top that story. Well. I was wrong. S&V goes beyond, pulling in a third party, giving us some hot M/M lovin'. The acceptance and unconditional love given by these characters is admiral, the kind I wish the world would embrace with everyone - ALL. Heartwarming, panty-melting, luscious, and poetic, this story will satisfy in ways you never imagined. A full five star, thumbs up! 
*I won a giveaway copy in Ms. Wyvern's release party. 

Excerpt:
Hugh watched him stroking away with great contentment. He was totally worn out after a crazy day at work, and it was not always easy to find the energy to satisfy such an enthusiastic masochist. There were days when he wished Raphael were a bit less fond of being spanked and whipped, but he always did his best to oblige him. The thought of his Raphael going out there looking for release from God-only-knows-whom, and getting hurt for real by some less scrupulous or talented Dom was just unbearable. Still, tonight he would lie back and relax. Mostly. I will have to help him eventually, he thought with a slightly evil grin, but I can take a breather first. Raphael stroked in perfect tempo. He was one of the most technically exact musicians Hugh had ever played with, after all. Too exact, in fact. It would do him so much good to let go a bit, to just go with the flow, be wild and imprecise and purely passionate. Then he would not need so much of this. Tick—tock—tick—tock—tick—tock, went the metronome, and Raphael stroked and stroked. It was a good while before Hugh could tell, from a small furrow between those blond eyebrows, that the unchanging, slow rhythm was beginning to frustrate him. He smiled a bit wider and said nothing, devouring his beautiful quarry with his eyes. He watched, entranced the fluid play of flesh and skin as Raphael’s long pale cock, a nice ruddy purple by now, sank and reemerged into and from his fist, the velvet-like foreskin lapping beautifully over the shinier, silky glans, the testicles bouncing softly to the rhythm as the scrotum was pulled up and released. It was hard to resist the temptation to throw the whole scene to the devil and just take that cock in his mouth and suck it empty. This is without exception the best use a metronome was ever put to.Raphael’s body was developing a number of small, charming tics and twitches. He briefly lifted his left knee from the mattress then relaxed again. His right wrist was pulling on the strap from time to time, and his breath was coming in slightly ragged bursts. Still it took a long time. Too much control, thought Hugh, smiling. Tsk-tsk. Tick—tock—tick—tock.He slowly unfolded his hands and moved to sit between Raphael’s legs. He spit on his middle finger and watched Raphael’s face, half hopeful, half anxious, as he slowly approached his anus. He didn’t hurry. He let Raphael wait for it. He would beg, in time, Hugh knew, but there was no need for that, not yet. He finally pressed his fingertip to the twitching, tight, live rose of flesh and felt it jolt and spasm. He massaged it in circles, with relish, and didn’t even try to penetrate it. Raphael was shaking all over, trying to press down on his finger, but there was just so far he could stretch, tied as he was. His belly muscles went taut. They were contracting in random, jerky convulsions. Hugh had never seen anything so beautiful.Then Raphael missed a beat. His hand had picked up pace, ignoring all orders. Raphael whimpered, trying to compensate to get back in the right tempo. The double change of pace made him squirm all over. He swallowed twice and missed the beat again. This time Hugh slapped the inside of his thigh, very hard. Raphael could take a long regular series of well-spaced blows with relative ease, but a single hard slap coming down out of the blue like that drew a ragged cry from him.“You do know what tempo means, I asked?” Hugh said, in a plain chatty voice. He had never had any taste whatsoever for histrionics. He was not, he had never been, a theatrical Dom. He wasn’t in it for setting up a show. He just got the job done.“Yes. Yes!” said Raphael, a bit frantic. He managed to stick to the rhythm for a minute longer, until Hugh gently stuck his finger just within the ring of his anus. All of Raphael’s body twisted, and he lost all track of the cold, mechanical rhythm of the metronome. And that is exactly what you need, my love . Too much playing by the rules, too much fucking control. You need to find your own tempo, and just let go. Five or six fast hard strokes followed. Hugh slapped him twice, on his thigh, and, when he turned suddenly, on his butt. And then Raphael came, on the third slap, as he flopped flat on his back again, crying out in pleasure or pain, or both. It was hard to tell. Semen spurted out in beautiful, long, arched white streamers, splattering over Raphael’s belly, chest, and even his face. It is difficult to aim while being spanked hard.Hugh watched him coming, avidly. He was so naked. So vulnerable, so unguarded. Hugh, who felt, every day, that he might shatter like glass, on Raphael’s unearthly, impossibly graceful, self-possessed beauty, lived for these moments, to watch him released of all self-consciousness and all bonds. Strange, how it took a bunch of leather straps to get him to do that.“Ah, oh, shit. That hurt,” Raphael whispered after a minute. “Not complaining, mind,” he added, with a small edgy laugh, wiping some drops of sperm from his lips and eyebrow.“Good,” said Hugh, quite composed, despite the erection straining in his pants. Watching Raphael twitching and jolting while covered in glistening semen was not a sight to leave him unmoved. He reached out for the metronome, stopped it and lowered the weight a tad, then started it again. This was a faster, business-like tempo.“There you go, hot lips,” he said to Raphael, who was still breathing hard from his orgasm.“What? Wh—but…” Hugh gave him a small devilish smile. Raphael was perfectly capable of coming two or three times in one night, but, like most men, he needed a while to recuperate in between. Well, tonight, he wasn’t getting it.“You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”
You can also find an exclusive excerpt on my website, here:http://meetingivory.wixsite.com/katherinewyvern/spice-and-vanilla-excerpt


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New from Lea Bronsen and @EvernighPub A THORNED ROSE #Erotic #Romance #Interracial

Hi, and thank you for hosting me on your blog! I got the idea for this story after watching a video of French “globe cooker” Fred Chesneau visiting nomads in the Moroccan desert. They generously shared their food, home, and wisdom with a stranger, and I thought it would be cool to write about a female rally driver having the same experience. A Thorned Rose in the Sand is set in the beautiful, quiet dunes of western Sahara where the sun is so hot you can’t walk barefooted and you could go miles and miles without seeing a single soul. In this story, you’ll meet a badass 450cc rally motorcycle, an opiniated but gentle dromedary, and two highly strong-willed young persons from opposite sides of the planet who get off to a bad start then can’t keep their hands off each other

#MidWeek Tease: "Tell me you want me inside of you." #MCRomance #MayDecember #Erotic #Excerpt

 This week's *cough* HOT tease comes to you from NICKY, the first in my new MC romance, Fallen Gliders, which released last week!
Hope you enjoy... xoxo


~~~oOo~~~  
A calloused palm roamed my hip and thigh, and I blinked my eyes open as a shiver rippled over my entire body, pebbling my skin. I stretched, arching my back and pressing my ass against the hard cock behind me.

Nicky’s low growl and fingers gripping my hip sent a shot of pure lust straight to my pussy. He pressed his chest against my back and pulled me against him with a rough jerk. “I want to fuck you,” he said, reaching a hand between my thighs to stroke through my wetness.
“Mmm.” I smiled and reached a hand over my shoulder to run my fingers through his thick hair.
Cock pressing against my thigh, Nicky pressed two fingers inside of me with a growl. “Is that a yes?” His rasped morning voice sounded like sin and sex, and I wanted both.
“Yes.”
He rolled away, and the crinkling of a condom wrapper sounded before he returned, sliding an arm beneath me and a leg between mine.
I propped my leg over his thigh, and he reached around again, teasing my clit while rubbing his cock through my slickness.
“Tell me you want me inside of you,” he said with a groan against my ear, his other hand slipping beneath my body to grasp one of my breasts.
“I want your cock in me.”
Nicky thrust, and I gasped, arching at the sudden invasion that left me full and aware of the soreness from the night before. 
“Your pussy feels so fucking good squeezing my cock, little girl.” He stopped rubbing my clit and wrapped his arm around my waist to keep me from moving. “I could die a happy man right now.”
“Don’t you dare.” I tried to grind my ass against him. Needed him to move, but he held still, nuzzling my neck, massaging my breast. “Damn sadist,” I grumbled, clenching my pussy muscles.
“So fucking good.” He brushed his hand down over my stomach and flicked my clit.
“Goddammit!”
He flicked again, and my body tried to buck but failed.
“Move!” I gasped as he extended my clit between two of his fingers while plucking my nipple.

"I want you to come around me first. Clench me tight with this sweet pussy." 



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A FAR CRY FROM HOME, a new #erotic #taboo from Peri Elizabeth Scott and @EvernightPub

Regan Ferguson knows little past running The Inn, her home since her adoption. Again orphaned, she’s dealt another blow. Her father never repaid a loan, the recipient being Maddox Ferguson, her newfound, sexy cousin.
Intrigued by the woman he never knew existed, Maddox is awed by her tenacity and determination to continue with The Inn. He makes her a loan to give her the opportunity to learn for herself how impossible the task, rather than personally destroying any chance to explore the connection between them. However, he quietly lines up potential buyers as a fallback plan.
Regan eventually has that epiphany, only to accidentally determine Maddox’s plan. Feeling betrayed and confused, she secretly signs the buyout and hits the road with her cat, Oscar.
Maddox follows, and without The Inn between them they find their happily ever after—Regan learns that home is wherever her heart is.
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Excerpt:
She stuck out her hand, and he fancied she saw it as an olive branch. The hostility she’d initially projected was gone, and he took the opportunity to encroach into her space. Clasping her small, work-roughened hand in his much larger one, a frisson of energy sparked between them and he felt her quiver.

Fascinated, he watched as she strove to regain her composure, while he allowed his desire to show. Staring into her eyes, the pale-blue of her irises consumed by the dilation of her pupils, he read her need. He tugged her to his chest, the clean smell of soap and water, and something uniquely Regan, wafting from her.

Her head tipped back and he dropped his mouth down on hers, the immediate connection hardening his flesh to the point of pain. She relaxed into his hold and he tasted her with desperate intent. His fingers wove through the silky mass of her hair, holding her steady, and she moaned deep in her throat. She pressed closer, her arms wreathing around his neck.

He somehow brought it to a close, over long before he wanted it to be, but his conscience pricked hard. He’d promised her the time and money to bring The Inn up to snuff, somehow unable to resist. And now he’d honor his commitment, intuiting the importance of this woman determining her own destiny. Not a fling, not like with his other women.

His libido jeered and prodded at him but knew to allow nature to take its course. Wherever this connection with Regan was going, he wouldn’t hurry nor derail it.

As they both caught their breath, he gently set her away from him, his hands on her lithe waist, until she steadied on her stool. “I normally don’t seal business deals with a kiss,” he said, aware his tone held a certain rasp. Clearing his throat, he continued, “It’s been a … momentous day.”

Her slender throat working in a swallow, she said, “I’ve never sealed a business deal before.”

He knew she wasn’t experienced and doubted she kissed every man she’d just met with fervor and without meaning anything by it. Aching for her, he clamped down on his physical need and did his best to appear suave and unruffled. “We have a deal, Regan. I’ll bring my things in and get settled while you get organized. You’ll need a material list, among other things.”

Visibly drawing her composure around her like flexible armor, she slipped from the stool and turned her back on him, clearing away the dishes on the island. “Sounds good. I’ll just tidy up and then sit down with pen and paper. Lists are good.”

Holding hard on to his own equanimity, he nodded and headed out for his car. Some fresh air would clear his head and cool him down.


About the Author:

Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in Manitoba, Canada. She closed her private practice as a social worker and child play therapist and now pretends to work well with her husband in their seasonal business.
Writing for years, along with her alter ego and three co-authors, she has published over 50 novels and reads almost anything she can get her hands on.
http://www.perielizabethscott.com
https://www.facebook.com/Peri-Elizabeth-Scott-author-468074056571357/

NICKY, a #MCRomance, is now available! Check out the excerpt and #Giveaway! #Erotic #Bikers #BadBoy #MayDecember @AuthorLynnBurke

I AM SUPER STOKED TO SHARE MY LATEST RELEASE...NICKY, FALLEN GLIDERS 1, MY FIRST MC ROMANCE! 
CHECK OUT THE HOTTNESS...THE EXCERPT...THE GIVEAWAY!
Nicky
Fallen Gliders #1by Lynn Burke
Publisher: Evernight PublishingArt Work: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Keywords: MC, Erotic, Contemporary, May/December​*Be warned: Spanking, anal sex
​Dominic “Nicky” Landon has been a Sargent at Arms for the Fallen Gliders for thirty years. When he finds out his only sister overdoses on drugs dealt by his brothers, he hands in his colors and severs ties to the club and vicious lifestyle forever.  

Mel Hughson owns the only bar in hicksville, no-mans-land, New Hampshire. She’s content with her single life, but the cold, spring night Nicky Landon’s Harley rolls into town ignites her desire. The fact he’s got at least twenty years on her doesn’t mean jack to Mel. He’s hot, he’s dangerous, and whether he knows it or not, he belongs to her. ​ 

Can Mel tempt Nicky to ignore their age gap and surrender to her, or will the secrets from his perilous past rise up to destroy everything?
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  Excerpt:

We knocked the liquor back, and our gazes met as we set the glasses on the bar. 

“How old are you?” Nicky asked, his attention snagging on my lips.

“Twenty-eight.”

He scrubbed a hand over the beard lining his jaw while looking away. “So damn young.”

“Not too young.” Gauntlet thrown, I waited for his attention to return to my face. Eyes full of lust, a leashed animal that ought to scare the shit out of me but didn’t.

“I’m no good.”

I cocked my head and slid my gaze down over him, not missing the hard length straining against his leathers. “Look pretty damn good to me.” His low groan rushed need through me again, and I knew I’d leave a wet spot on the stool once I got up.

“You’re messing with fire, little girl.”

Heat flushed through me. “I enjoy flames now and then.” My breath caught at the hunger on his face, parting my lips.

“Fuck it.” He grasped my chin in his warm palm. “I’ll give you what you want, little girl, but don’t go crying to your mommy in the morning because a big bad wolf left his mark on you.”

Oh, God. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. Older men were so the shit.

He captured my lips, but without the brute force I’d expected. Hunger, yes, but the full softness of his lips pressed against mine, taking and tasting, his tongue probing, whiskers brushing my skin. I parted my lips and moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth, fucking every hidden corner, filling me with the taste of whiskey and pure male. My skin pebbled, pulse thrummed.

“Goddamn.” Nicky stood and yanked me off the stool. Virile, pure hardness and muscle beneath the leather hiding his skin from my grasping hands. His fingers fisted in my long hair, tangling and yanking my head to the side, the other grabbing my ass and hauling me against his huge cock.

He crouched down slightly and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around him as though having a mind of their own—even though I had been thinking about getting him between my legs all night long.

His beard brushed along my neck as he breathed me in and licked from my collarbone to my ear. “You smell like a fucking spring day. Innocent.”

“I’m h-hardly an innocent,” I gasped as he bit my earlobe and ground his cock against my sopping jeans.

“Thank God, because I want to be balls deep inside of you. Now.”

He thrust, and I moaned, my fingers grasping at his t-shirt.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered harshly in my ear.

“No way in hell.”

With a growl, he squeezed my ass to the point of pain. “I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long fucking time.”

“So take what you want.”
“Goddamn.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Right here?”

I slithered a hand between us to grasp the hardness inside his leathers. “Right now.”

“Fuck.” Like my five-foot-six frame and thirty extra pounds meant nothing, he spun me around. “Hands on the bar.”

I did as told, bending at the waist and putting my ass on display with a little wiggle.

“Don’t move,” he said while peeling off his leather jacket.

My legs trembled, and I turned my head to watch as he moved to the front door and flicked off the lights.

The streetlight half a block away barely cut through the storm, but the flash of lightning lit Nicky up as he stalked back toward me, shedding his t-shirt.

Broad shoulders … another flash filled my eyes with tanned skin stretched tight over massive pecs and abs a twenty-year-old guy would kill for.

I licked my lips, hoping for another flash of light, but Nicky palmed my waist and leaned over my back, his cock pressed against my ass, the heat of his skin searing me through my shirt.

My eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his fingers around my hair again and tilted my head back.

"Last chance, Mel.” His rumbling voice and hot breath against my ear brought a moan past my lips.

“Take me,” I managed to whisper and licked my dry lips. “Please.”



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About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.Website: https://www.authorlynnburke.com/Blog: http://authorlynnburke.blogspot.com/Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Lynn-Burke-555282497937461/Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorLynnBurke

Kissing Micky, a New #Erotic #Romance from Ellen Devlin and @RoanePublishing #Excerpt

 Happy book birthday to Ellen Devlin & Kissing Micky!

Kissing Micky  Erotic Romanceby Ellen DevlinRelease Date: April 23, 2018Publisher: Roane Publishing Keywords: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, Novel

He’s her fantasy pro hockey player; she’s his escape – but they’re both keeping secrets. 
KISSING MICKY has fun-loving Liz Williams being set up on a date with a man straight out of her fantasies – a gorgeous 6’4” glove-dropping defenseman who has just been traded to her favorite hockey team. He’s smart and funny, and so is she, and there are sparks. Their shared best friends want this to happen between them, and it is definitely happening. A lot. But they’re not telling anyone, and neither of them really knows why. He’s her fantasy; she’s his escape. But eventually they have to see if their relationship can survive the bright light of day. And it’s not looking good.
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Liz woke in the morning to the wonderful sensation of being spooned. Tom was wrapped around her. He had apparently awoken during the night and taken off his jeans and socks, so she was surrounded by the heat coming from his warm skin.


When he realized she was awake, he rumbled, “Thank you,” into her ear. “That was wonderful.”


“You are very welcome.” She relaxed into his arms, and sighed. “I’m so glad you’re here.”


He had started nuzzling into her neck. The arm that had been wrapped around her waist had started to wander around some–his hand was currently on her hip. “I’m getting happier to be here every minute.”


He pressed closer to her, and she started breathing faster. Liz could feel him getting aroused, could feel him growing against her. He started gently biting her neck where it met her shoulder. He was getting harder. It excited her so much to feel him, knowing he was getting turned on by her. It was like a positive feedback loop. Feeling him getting a hard on was guaranteed to make her slick and ready. She pressed back and wriggled against him, and he chuckled, and pulled her t-shirt off.


Tom slid his hand inside her panties to check and see if she was really getting turned on by this, and found her hot and wet. He was now at full attention, and took off her underwear first, then his own. Liz moved her top leg up and back over his hip, and he slid into her easily. She gasped, and he growled softly, and began to move. Slowly. There was no urgency. Tom held her around her waist, breathing in her scent under her ear, kissing her there softly, placing small bites on her shoulder as he stroked in and out of her smoothly, slowly.


Liz exposed her neck so he could have access to as much of her as possible to kiss. She held his arms around her, and moved with him as much as she could, but mostly she just reveled in the feeling of his body sliding against hers, into hers.


He wanted this to last as long as possible. Tom kept the pace slow, and they moved together in a kind of timelessness. But eventually his soft kisses and bites changed to open mouthed breathing against her neck, and his slow strokes turned into thrusts. Tom held her tighter, driving into her faster and harder. Liz was gasping, and Tom was nearing the end. He pressed her over further so that she was more facing down on the bed and rode her, powerful and grinding, reaching under her to press and rub her clit while he shouted his orgasm and finished inside her. Liz jerked and cried out, and Tom felt her spasm around him. They both fell asleep again soon afterwards.

When they awoke, it was time for Tom to leave, so he could get to his place and then to the rink for practice.
“Thank you.” Tom kissed her for the first time since arriving the night before. He stopped, and then smiled, said, “Shit,” and kept kissing her for a few more minutes.
“I’m so glad you came over.” She held him tight.

“Me, too.” He breathed in her hair, kissed her on the top of her head, and left.  ABOUT THE AUTHOR:  

Ellen Devlin lives in the Northern Virginia area with her family, both human and furry. She is an avid hockey fan and lover of animals.
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HER HUSBAND'S ARMY BUDDY from Doris O'Connor is now avail! #MMF #BDSM #Excerpt

McLeod Security, 1
There should only ever be two people in a marriage...
Sandy McLeod has been perfectly happy in her D/s relationship with her husband Zane for the last ten years. Until his old army buddy re-enters their life.
Sean Manson is altogether too handsome, too virile, far too much of anything. The man oozes dominance, danger, and leashed aggression, and Sandy can’t help but respond to him. Neither can Zane. He walked away from Sean once. Now, he’s back, long suppressed feelings bubble to the surface and cannot be denied. When Sandy agrees to a threesome, happiness seems within their grasp. Sean’s demons, however, threaten to destroy everything they hold dear.
Sean never meant to come between husband and wife, let alone hurt either one of them. Surely, the only solution is to walk away from them both. When you’re the missing piece, however, walking is simply not an option.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, BDSM, m/m sex, sex toys, double penetration
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Excerpt: 
“We need to get her out of this dress, Sir.” Hearing her husband address Sean like that gave her a secret thrill, the likes of which she wouldn’t have thought possible. To know that she was at the mercy of two Doms, one of which was an unknown entity made this whole thing extra exciting. Whether it was the perceived danger Sean represented, the not knowing how far he would take things, her befuddled brain couldn’t quite figure out. She stopped thinking altogether when Zane unzipped her dress at the back, followed by the snap on her bra and slid his hands around her ribcage to cup her freed breasts. “Let her go a minute so we can lose these contraptions.” Zane’s grumbled command pitched her need even higher. Sean stopped kissing her, the pressure on her wrists ceased, and in the next instant she was naked, barring her soaked through thong, hold-up stockings, and the heels she still wore. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Sean’s deep voice showed his admiration of her body as much as his perusal of her as he stepped back and let his hot gaze roam all over. “Spread her for me, so that I can look my fill of our sweet cunt.” The dirty words turned her on almost as much as her husband’s immediate response. “Your wish is my command, Sir.” Zane kicked her legs apart and held her wrists firmly behind her back. Sean, in the meantime, shrugged out of his shirt, and kicked his shoes and trousers off with a speed that left her dizzy. As did the size of his erection straining against the damp confines of his boxers. To know she’d done that to him was a heady aphrodisiac indeed, as was her husband’s erection pushing against her ass. Sean divested himself of his boxers, too, and she gasped when his thick shaft bobbed up to his navel. She’d been right. He was huge. While his girth wasn’t as thick as Zane’s he had a good half inch in length, and Zane wasn’t exactly small in that department. Heavily veined, Sean’s magnificent cock looked ready to explode all over again, the broad tip already glistening in pre-cum. She wanted to taste him so badly, yet Zane’s grip on her wrists stopped her from reaching out. As though Sean had read her thoughts, he groaned and, taking his shaft in his hand, pumped a few times along its length. “Soon, you get to suck my cock, sweet girl, but for now, I need to taste you properly.” With that he got to his knees. As tall as he was that action brought his head level with her breasts, and he wasted no time in taking full advantage of that fact. Sean held each breast in his large hand, and grinning up at her pushed them together, before he took both nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. Sandy tugged at Zane’s restraints, and her knees would have buckled had Zane not pushed his thigh between her legs to keep her upright. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave herself over to the intense sensations Sean’s talented tongue subjected her to. Her nipples had always been sensitive, a livewire straight to her clit, and with the dual sensation of Sean’s sucks and the gentle friction Zane’s leg created between her thighs, she climbed the rungs of arousal in record time. Her hips bucked against her husband’s leg as she sought to increase the friction she needed to go over. A sharp bite to her shoulder coincided with Sean releasing his hold on her nipples with an audible pop. “No coming without your Sirs’ permission, baby girl, or we’ll leave you hanging.” Sure enough, Zane withdrew his thigh, while Sean grasped her hips to keep her steady. He kissed his way down her soft belly, interspersing kisses with little bites that left her hovering on the precipice. He bypassed her pussy and, flinging one of her legs over his shoulder, nibbled along the edge of her stocking. “Hmm, as much as I love these, they need to come off. Look at me, pet.” Sandy’s eyes flew open, and the sight of Sean between her legs made another gush of moisture trickle past the elastic of her thong. He licked that trail away, and she groaned. “Please, I need to, please.” Grinning, Sean blew a stream of hot air across her still covered slit, and her clit contracted in need. “What do you need, sweet Sandy? Do you need to come?” He nudged his nose along her vulva, inhaling deeply, and Sandy jerked. Not that it got her very far because Zane’s hold on her wrists never lessened, and Sean’s fingers dug into her hips with so much pressure, she would surely be left with bruises. The thought of carrying his marks made breathing even more difficult, and she groaned her reply. “Please, so close, I … God…” She wasn’t entirely sure what pleas were spilling from her lips, and in truth she was far too gone to care. With Zane’s harsh breaths in her ear, and Sean’s dirty words she was a goner. “So very eager. I can see your little clit push against this lace. You’re close, aren’t you, sweet thing? Such a turn-on. What do you think, Zane, should we let her come or torture her some more?” Sean let go of her hips briefly to tear her thong clean off of her, and then he looked his fill. “So very wet, and pink. Your hole is clenching, begging to be filled. What do you want in there, pet? My tongue? My fingers? My cock? Or Zane’s? Tell me, or I’ll leave you hanging and fuck your husband instead.”


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New from Alyson Young - IMPOSSIBLE #RotG #MF #Contemporary

Impossible
by Alyson Young
Publisher: Evernight


Both being extremely independent and familiar with rejection, Celeste Hill and Elliot Godwin have a short but intense time together, something very special.
She heads off to a coveted job, leaving him to puzzle out how he might pursue a connection he’d never dreamed of having. And, despite pursuing her dream, Celeste can’t stop thinking about Elliot and what might have been.
Returning home before he can follow her, she tells him they are pregnant. Impossible. Believing he’s sterile, the reason his wife left him, Elliot is devastated—and lashes out. Celeste flees his cruel words, putting distance between them, and now determined not to name him as the father of their child.
But miracles do happen and men can come to their senses. Elliot follows his heart and Celeste again opens hers for their happily ever after.

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Excerpt:

Knowing the majority of her response was hormone-fueled did nothing to mitigate the meltdown. How hard had she held herself against the news until now, sharing with no one but him? Forgoing the acceptance and excitement of her friends and family… Doing the right thing, notifying the father first. She sobbed and choked until she thought her throat would tear and her lungs collapse, her cheeks raw with the deluge. Her baby… She pressed a hand against her abdomen, whispering a heartfelt reassurance. Not about you, sweetheart. I love you.It felt like hours but was, in reality, a few short minutes before she wrestled back her composure, albeit as a soggy wreck of exhaustion. Impossible. She’d sorted out the reasoning—and ensuing rejection—behind his flat comment in short order. But it wasn’t impossible. He was capable regardless of what he believed. The tiny seed in her belly was living proof. But it didn’t matter. He thought she’d come to him, pregnant with another man’s child, to cadge… She couldn’t bear to think of what he thought of her. His opinion didn’t matter either. Asshole.Fumbling for a wad of tissues, she mopped up what remained of her makeup and took a shuddering breath, pushing any thought of Elliot Godwin from her head.A tap on the window drew a muffled shriek as she started, turning to stare at his unwelcome bulk hunched over her little car, his handsome face only inches away. His silvery eyes were narrowed, cold and impenetrable, not at all like the turbulent wash of emotion when he’d been as deep inside her as any man could be in a woman. Planting their child.As emotionally drained as she was, she couldn’t help the faint shiver of that arousing memory before dispatching it. Stupid hormones.She eased the window down a notch. “What?”His gaze took inher face and she knew what he saw. She never cried prettily, but then she rarely cried. Make that never. Tears were for the weak. He would know that. “Are you all right?”Like he cared. She was a slut, remember? Well, maybe not—Elliot didn’t judge, at least about consenting adults sexing things up. So, what then? What was a woman called who tried to stick a guy with a kid that wasn’t his? Something far worse in his eyes, for sure.“I’m fine.” She whirred the window back up and threw the vehicle into gear. With cautious regard to his proximity, she drove forward and then guided the car back onto the pavement, ignoring his tall form in the mirror.

Author Bio:
Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. she has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.

A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, along with her alter ego and three co-authors, she has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres--50 books in total.

Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn't always sweet, and she favours the darker side of romance.