Anne Rainey's Blog, page 20
January 27, 2011
A Peek At "What She Needs"
Today I figured I'd give you a taste of my upcoming Samhain release!
Samhain Publishing
What She Needs
Cape May--book 3
contemporary erotic romance
Part 2 of Tory, Devon and Con's love triangle
Blurb:
Taking turns was never their strong suit…
Devon Mason and Con Walker are sexy, honorable, loving, and completely devoted. In other words, everything Tory looks for in a relationship. But what's she supposed to buy her two lovers on V Day? Chocolate? How average is that? Their little love triangle is anything but average!
When Con surprises her with a weekend in Cancun, just the three of them, Tory is all over it—until she realizes Con forgot to include Devon in the package. Now their little love triangle is suffering, thanks to a couple of hard-headed men who both want to be numero uno.
Con was content to let Devon take control at Christmas, but now it's his turn. A weekend in Cancun seems the perfect place for a romantic getaway—then Devon says he's planning to surprise Tory with a trip to Aruba, and Con's possessive instincts kick in. He'd always been happy to share Tory with the guy he cares for like a brother. But the deeper Con falls in love, the harder it is to keep from ripping Tory away from Devon.
Sooner or later something—or someone—is going to give.
Warning: This title contains lots of steamy, explicit sex. Hot, jealous men in need of a strong, intelligent woman. And a warm, loving ménage a trois relationship.
Coming February 22nd!
Pre-order From: MBaM | Kindle | Nook |
Chapter One
As Con pried his eyes open, the first thing that captured his attention was Tory's face nestled against his chest. The early morning light coming from the large windows across the room allowed him to see her small, curvy body tucked in close. His eager dick flexed its approval. Damn, he loved sleeping with her. Even though Tory was still in possession of her grandmother's house, she went over there only a few days a week. Con had tried to persuade her to sell the old place, but she'd flat refused. It hadn't taken him long to realize she kept it for sentimental reasons. It bothered him that she was paying taxes on the place, though. Thankfully, Devon, his best friend and partner in their little love triangle, didn't have the same attachment to his condo. Clearly seeing the benefits of sharing expenses, he'd sold it and moved right in.
Careful not to wake Tory, Con gently pushed the sheet down their bodies, baring her one pretty inch at a time. It'd taken him and Devon a few weeks of coaxing, but they'd finally managed to talk Tory into sleeping naked. It'd been well worth the effort too. As he smoothed his palm down her side to her hip, all he felt was firm, warm, feminine skin. She mumbled and slung one smooth-as-satin leg over his calves. Christ, she was cute. Watching her sleep had become an obsession for him. There was just something about seeing Tory Jeffries with her guard down, looking so sweet and vulnerable. It pulled every single one of Con's protective instincts front and center.
He looked across the room and spotted a bare-chested Devon sitting in the recliner. He'd pulled on his navy blue pajama bottoms and his laptop was open. Whatever was on the screen no longer held his attention, though. Devon sent him a grin, telling Con without words exactly what he intended to do—watch. He'd known for years that his friend was a voyeur and Con had been content to play the exhibitionist on several occasions. He didn't quite understand it, but neither did he mind.
Turning his attention back to Tory, Con let his hand travel a leisurely path over Tory's shoulder and lower back before reaching the plush cushion of her ass. Her bottom was a thing of beauty. He could spend hours kissing and fondling her there. He cupped it, filling his palm with her sexy flesh. She moaned and pressed closer, her damp pussy sliding along his thigh. The slight provocation spurred him into action. Grasping her around the waist, Con pulled her on top of him, blanketing himself with her warm, supple body.
"Good Morning, Con."
He nudged his cock between her thighs and damn near drowned in bliss at the feel of her soft little pussy. "How'd you know it was me?"
"Because Devon is most likely up and working already." She turned her head and glanced across the room. "Morning, Devon," she mumbled.
Devon sat up and closed the laptop before placing it on the end table next to the chair. "Morning, sugar."
Letting out a yawn, Tory snuggled against him again. "It Saturday, Devon. Why are you up?"
"I had too damn many meetings this week and got behind on a few things."
"This is all real fascinating, but I'd rather play." Con rubbed his cock against Tory's pussy, teasing and evoking a throaty little moan from her. "Does our little baby want to play?"
Without answering, Tory started to move her hips, beginning a rhythmic rotating motion that had his cock hardening farther. Her cheek was pressed against his chest and one hand splayed wide, directly over his heart. "Mmm, our sweet Tory does want to play, Dev."
"I can see that," Devon said, his voice low.
Con looked over in time to see Devon get to his feet. Their gazes clashed. Devon pulled his pajama pants down and his cock sprang free. It was hard and already dripping with precome. Con continued to stare as Devon kicked his pants free and sat back down, one hand wrapped tight around his cock. When Devon's smile came, something deep inside Con stirred the way it always did when they played this particular game.
Tearing his gaze away from Devon, Con turned his attention back to the woman draped over him like a warm, silky blanket. He pushed the wild mane of Tory's hair to one side and kissed her exposed cheek, savoring the flavor of her creamy skin. Her eyes fluttered open and her tongue darted out, licking at her dry, swollen lips. He watched the emotions skitter across her face as she went from drowsy to totally alert. Her gaze heated and Con's chest tightened. Damn, the woman could make a monk shake with need. Some part of him half-expected Tory to reject him. Even after so many nights spent together, he still couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't kicked him to the curb. Okay, so he was a successful businessman now. He no longer had to fight just to survive. But while he might've moved up in the world, financially and socially, deep down Con still felt like the punk kid nobody wanted around. He was just too fucking glad Tory had never known him back then. Too fucking glad she saw something in him worth keeping around.
For a moment, Con let his mind replay the previous night. Tory had been exhausted from helping Summer with her bed-and-breakfast. He admired the fact she never thought twice about lending a hand whenever a friend was in need, but he hated that she worked so damn hard all the time. Devon had drawn her a bath. They'd both instructed her to relax and unwind. Afterward, Con had a dinner of grilled salmon and steamed vegetables ready and waiting. The full-body massage after had been pure impulse. Of course, having their hands on the woman they loved was no hardship. And seeing her all fresh and pink from her bath had been a little too much provocation. On the other hand, her begging them to take her hadn't hurt either. His fair little princess had been an eager and wild participant in the sex games that followed. And judging by the dampness pressing against his cock now, she was wide awake and ready for round two.
Con was only too happy to comply.
For the rest of this scene head over to my website, but be careful it's HOT! :)
Also, check out What She Wants, book 1 and What She Craves book 2 of the Cape May series!
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
Samhain Publishing
What She Needs
Cape May--book 3
contemporary erotic romance
Part 2 of Tory, Devon and Con's love triangle
Blurb:
Taking turns was never their strong suit…
Devon Mason and Con Walker are sexy, honorable, loving, and completely devoted. In other words, everything Tory looks for in a relationship. But what's she supposed to buy her two lovers on V Day? Chocolate? How average is that? Their little love triangle is anything but average!
When Con surprises her with a weekend in Cancun, just the three of them, Tory is all over it—until she realizes Con forgot to include Devon in the package. Now their little love triangle is suffering, thanks to a couple of hard-headed men who both want to be numero uno.
Con was content to let Devon take control at Christmas, but now it's his turn. A weekend in Cancun seems the perfect place for a romantic getaway—then Devon says he's planning to surprise Tory with a trip to Aruba, and Con's possessive instincts kick in. He'd always been happy to share Tory with the guy he cares for like a brother. But the deeper Con falls in love, the harder it is to keep from ripping Tory away from Devon.
Sooner or later something—or someone—is going to give.
Warning: This title contains lots of steamy, explicit sex. Hot, jealous men in need of a strong, intelligent woman. And a warm, loving ménage a trois relationship.
Coming February 22nd!
Pre-order From: MBaM | Kindle | Nook |
Chapter One
As Con pried his eyes open, the first thing that captured his attention was Tory's face nestled against his chest. The early morning light coming from the large windows across the room allowed him to see her small, curvy body tucked in close. His eager dick flexed its approval. Damn, he loved sleeping with her. Even though Tory was still in possession of her grandmother's house, she went over there only a few days a week. Con had tried to persuade her to sell the old place, but she'd flat refused. It hadn't taken him long to realize she kept it for sentimental reasons. It bothered him that she was paying taxes on the place, though. Thankfully, Devon, his best friend and partner in their little love triangle, didn't have the same attachment to his condo. Clearly seeing the benefits of sharing expenses, he'd sold it and moved right in.
Careful not to wake Tory, Con gently pushed the sheet down their bodies, baring her one pretty inch at a time. It'd taken him and Devon a few weeks of coaxing, but they'd finally managed to talk Tory into sleeping naked. It'd been well worth the effort too. As he smoothed his palm down her side to her hip, all he felt was firm, warm, feminine skin. She mumbled and slung one smooth-as-satin leg over his calves. Christ, she was cute. Watching her sleep had become an obsession for him. There was just something about seeing Tory Jeffries with her guard down, looking so sweet and vulnerable. It pulled every single one of Con's protective instincts front and center.
He looked across the room and spotted a bare-chested Devon sitting in the recliner. He'd pulled on his navy blue pajama bottoms and his laptop was open. Whatever was on the screen no longer held his attention, though. Devon sent him a grin, telling Con without words exactly what he intended to do—watch. He'd known for years that his friend was a voyeur and Con had been content to play the exhibitionist on several occasions. He didn't quite understand it, but neither did he mind.
Turning his attention back to Tory, Con let his hand travel a leisurely path over Tory's shoulder and lower back before reaching the plush cushion of her ass. Her bottom was a thing of beauty. He could spend hours kissing and fondling her there. He cupped it, filling his palm with her sexy flesh. She moaned and pressed closer, her damp pussy sliding along his thigh. The slight provocation spurred him into action. Grasping her around the waist, Con pulled her on top of him, blanketing himself with her warm, supple body.
"Good Morning, Con."
He nudged his cock between her thighs and damn near drowned in bliss at the feel of her soft little pussy. "How'd you know it was me?"
"Because Devon is most likely up and working already." She turned her head and glanced across the room. "Morning, Devon," she mumbled.
Devon sat up and closed the laptop before placing it on the end table next to the chair. "Morning, sugar."
Letting out a yawn, Tory snuggled against him again. "It Saturday, Devon. Why are you up?"
"I had too damn many meetings this week and got behind on a few things."
"This is all real fascinating, but I'd rather play." Con rubbed his cock against Tory's pussy, teasing and evoking a throaty little moan from her. "Does our little baby want to play?"
Without answering, Tory started to move her hips, beginning a rhythmic rotating motion that had his cock hardening farther. Her cheek was pressed against his chest and one hand splayed wide, directly over his heart. "Mmm, our sweet Tory does want to play, Dev."
"I can see that," Devon said, his voice low.
Con looked over in time to see Devon get to his feet. Their gazes clashed. Devon pulled his pajama pants down and his cock sprang free. It was hard and already dripping with precome. Con continued to stare as Devon kicked his pants free and sat back down, one hand wrapped tight around his cock. When Devon's smile came, something deep inside Con stirred the way it always did when they played this particular game.
Tearing his gaze away from Devon, Con turned his attention back to the woman draped over him like a warm, silky blanket. He pushed the wild mane of Tory's hair to one side and kissed her exposed cheek, savoring the flavor of her creamy skin. Her eyes fluttered open and her tongue darted out, licking at her dry, swollen lips. He watched the emotions skitter across her face as she went from drowsy to totally alert. Her gaze heated and Con's chest tightened. Damn, the woman could make a monk shake with need. Some part of him half-expected Tory to reject him. Even after so many nights spent together, he still couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't kicked him to the curb. Okay, so he was a successful businessman now. He no longer had to fight just to survive. But while he might've moved up in the world, financially and socially, deep down Con still felt like the punk kid nobody wanted around. He was just too fucking glad Tory had never known him back then. Too fucking glad she saw something in him worth keeping around.
For a moment, Con let his mind replay the previous night. Tory had been exhausted from helping Summer with her bed-and-breakfast. He admired the fact she never thought twice about lending a hand whenever a friend was in need, but he hated that she worked so damn hard all the time. Devon had drawn her a bath. They'd both instructed her to relax and unwind. Afterward, Con had a dinner of grilled salmon and steamed vegetables ready and waiting. The full-body massage after had been pure impulse. Of course, having their hands on the woman they loved was no hardship. And seeing her all fresh and pink from her bath had been a little too much provocation. On the other hand, her begging them to take her hadn't hurt either. His fair little princess had been an eager and wild participant in the sex games that followed. And judging by the dampness pressing against his cock now, she was wide awake and ready for round two.
Con was only too happy to comply.
For the rest of this scene head over to my website, but be careful it's HOT! :)
Also, check out What She Wants, book 1 and What She Craves book 2 of the Cape May series!
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
January 21, 2011
Pre-order "What She Needs"
[image error] It's been awhile since I blogged here. First my laptop was off at the repair shop, then the weather turned crazy and we ended up snowed in. The kids have a snow day today, which they're loving, lol.
Anyway, onto happier stuff! Have you seen Samhain's fancy new site?
[image error] Lots of new features, including a series page. All the series the Samhain authors have can now be found on one page. Handy, huh? My Vaughn series, Cape May series, and the Tahoe Nights series can all be found there. Actually, What She Craves, my second Cape May story is missing from the series page, but they'll have it added soon. They're still working on the site! :-)
[image error] Another fun feature, you can now pre-order Samhain's upcoming stories. I've never seen an epub do that before, but I LOVE it! My next Cape May story, What She Needs, can be preordered, which is awsome! [image error] Also, have you seen these sexy little gift certificates? Okay, I'm not really sure they're new, lol, but they are gorgeous! And I plan to give one or two away in future contests, so be on the lookout for that!
[image error] Anyway, as far as publishing websites go, I'm loving Samhain's new one.
and now the blurb for What She Needs, which releases Feb. 22nd:
[image error] Part 2 of Tory, Devon and Con's love triangle
Taking turns was never their strong suit…
Devon Mason and Con Walker are sexy, honorable, loving, and completely devoted. In other words, everything Tory looks for in a relationship. But what's she supposed to buy her two lovers on V Day? Chocolate? How average is that? Their little love triangle is anything but average!
When Con surprises her with a weekend in Cancun, just the three of them, Tory is all over it—until she realizes Con forgot to include Devon in the package. Now their little love triangle is suffering, thanks to a couple of hard-headed men who both want to be numero uno.
Con was content to let Devon take control at Christmas, but now it's his turn. A weekend in Cancun seems the perfect place for a romantic getaway—then Devon says he's planning to surprise Tory with a trip to Aruba, and Con's possessive instincts kick in. He'd always been happy to share Tory with the guy he cares for like a brother. But the deeper Con falls in love, the harder it is to keep from ripping Tory away from Devon.
Sooner or later something—or someone—is going to give.
Warning: This title contains lots of steamy, explicit sex. Hot, jealous men in need of a strong, intelligent woman. And a warm, loving ménage a trois relationship.
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
December 14, 2010
What She Craves--out now!
It's here! The second story in my Cape May series. This is Tory's story. If you read "What She Wants" then you'll remember Summer's blonde friend. The truth is, when I thought up Summer's story I had no intention of making it the start of a series. Then Tory popped onto the page. She kept nudging me and nudging me. Now, Tory doesn't just have one story, but two. "What She Needs", which comes out Feb. 2011, is more of Tory, Con and Devon. These three just wiggled their way into my heart and I couldn't stop thinking about them. I hope you find them as fun and lovable as I have! :)
"What She Craves" by Anne Rainey
Buy from MBaM!
Buy from Amazon Kindle
Buy from Barnes & Noble Nook
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Red Hots!
ISBN: 978-1-60928-267-7
Length: Short Story
Price: 2.50
Publication Date: December 14, 2010
Cover art by Scott Carpenter
Unwrapping these gifts could get a girl in a world of trouble.
Cape May, Book 2
Tory Jeffries likes things simple. A modest home, a web design business, easygoing men. Except there's never one around when she needs one—and she needs a date for the event of the year, her friend Con Walker's annual Christmas party. Not that she couldn't go alone, but spending the evening as a third wheel doesn't appeal.
When her old friend Devon Mason turns up dateless as well, she anticipates a fun evening with her flirty, bad-boy buddy. Then Devon and Con offer her a Christmas treat that her inner slut begs her not to refuse. A night with both delicious, muscular men. In Con's bed. Naked.
After growing up together with an up-close-and-personal view of life's ugly side, it doesn't surprise Devon and Con that they've fallen for the same woman. They've watched her date men who aren't nearly good enough for her, and now it's time to show the fiery blonde just how perfectly she fits in their sinful fantasy sandwich. When they take their first long, slow taste, something extraordinary happens. They fall in love.
Now all they have to do is convince their suddenly skittish princess that fairy tales can come true…
Warning: This book contains one sassy heroine getting two tasty alpha heroes for Christmas. Expect some crazy hot m/f/m sex and a Christmas Eve party that'll blow your stockings clean off.
An excerpt fromWhat She Craves
Copyright © 2010 Anne Rainey
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Devon stood on her front step, one broad shoulder braced against the doorframe, wearing a crisp white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of black slacks that showed off his long, powerful legs. She'd never seen him looking quite so magnificent. He'd even tried to comb the wild mane of his hair into some semblance of style. She could have told him he shouldn't have bothered. Tory had always liked Devon's messy brown hair.
"You look great," Tory complimented, hoping her voice didn't sound quite as throaty as she suspected.
His grin, laced with just a shade of masculine need, melted her insides as he stared down at her. "And you look sexy as hell, sugar."
Tory's hands shook with nerves. Another first. Devon never made her nervous. They'd been friends too long for that. Three years of knowing a person, seeing them at their best as well as their worst, tended to bridge the gap. Admittedly, Devon wasn't acting himself of late. For instance, the way he looked at her now, as if he wanted to run his tongue over her, slowly, for hours. Yeah, that was a new one.
"Thanks. I spent a bloody fortune, so it better look fabulous."
"You're a total babe. I'm going to have to fend the guys off."
Tory narrowed her eyes. "Why would you even bother?"
Devon stepped through the front door. His hand lifted to her cheek, and the warm strength of him obliterated her nerves in an instant. "Because you're with me," he growled.
"This isn't a date," Tory reminded him—and herself. If only she could stop thinking of it in that light, it'd give her words more credibility.
"I'm a man. You're a woman. We're going to a party together. How is that not a date?"
"We're friends. This is no different than if I were going on a bike ride with Summer."
"So, Summer thinks you look sexy, then? Summer can't take her gaze off the way that satin hugs your curves?"
"Devon." His name and nothing more. It was all Tory could manage in that moment.
He stroked a finger down her chin, then removed his hand altogether. She shivered clear to her toes. "Come on, sugar. Let's party."
She smiled, feeling her confidence level rise a notch. She was going out with one of her best friends and she was going to have a good time. Simple as that.
Fifteen minutes later, when Tory entered Con's mansion—and that was the only way to describe a house the size of Con's—she took in the beautiful decorations. One of the tallest trees she'd ever seen filled one corner of the great room. Mistletoe hung in various spots around the spacious room. The winding staircase leading to the second floor was decorated with large red bows and evergreen wreaths. The festive atmosphere warmed her heart. Con had grown up being bounced from one foster home to another. Poor and alone, with the exception of Devon, Con had built quite a life for himself with a lot of hard work and a good sense of business. Christmas music and more than a hundred guests filled the place to bursting and made her feel less skittish. Big crowds of strangers she could handle. It was the man at her side who had her wondering.
Tory quickly scanned the crowd, but didn't see Con anywhere. "Where's the man of the hour?"
Devon placed his hand at the small of her back and led her across the room. "Probably in the kitchen. You know how he is about the food. Everything has to be perfect or he has a conniption."
She envisioned Con hovering over some poor unsuspecting chef and groaned. "We'd better find him before we have a repeat of last year's Christmas party."
Devon snorted. "Con deserved to have cheesecake dumped over his head. He was being an ass."
She clutched her purse tighter as they neared the double doors leading into the kitchen. "But it was a waste of a perfectly good cheesecake, and that's just wrong no matter how you look at it."
"I'd forgotten how much you loved that stuff." He chuckled. "Con felt terrible because you looked so sad over the loss."
Pushing the door inward, she groused, "I wasn't sad. No one gets sad over cheesecake."
Devon snorted. "You looked like a little lost puppy."
She started to protest that ridiculous statement, but the sight that greeted her inside the huge room with its stainless steel counters and cabinets took her breath. Not one, but three cheesecakes sat on the counter mere feet away. One was topped with strawberries, another with cherries, and the third was drizzled with chocolate sauce. Drooling would be extremely unladylike, Tory remaindered herself. She spied Con next to the stove, hovering near a steaming pot of…something. He turned, and their gazes clashed. The slow grin that spread across his face had her heart beating faster. Con should never be allowed to smile. It was like watching the sun rise over Cadillac Mountain in Maine. It made you want to stop and stare for a good ten minutes.
Unable to budge even an inch, Tory watched as Con crossed the room then gently pulled her into his arms. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. Inching backward, he looked her over. "You look gorgeous, baby."
Taking advantage, Tory let her gaze wander. Con's close-cropped midnight black hair, navy blue slacks and the white dress shirt straining to contain his thickly muscled torso sent a little shiver down her body. Con was a big man. Powerful. A little intimidating until you got to know him. His silver eyes and the hard planes of his face told of a rough life. Oh, Con might be rolling in money now, but Tory knew it hadn't always been that way. In fact, growing up, he and Devon both had been forced to fight just to survive. She didn't know all of it, but the little she did know always made her heart ache for the pair.
"Thanks," she said. "You, uh, clean up pretty well yourself."
"Gee, thanks." He tweaked her nose. "If you're going to be ornery, then you won't get any of my cheesecake."
She peeked around his shoulder and sighed. "There are three of them."
Con stepped back and folded his arms over his chest. "And I made each one myself. So, be a good girl tonight."
Devon stepped forward, a frown marring his handsome face. "Why three?"
"To make up for last year's fiasco," Con muttered. "Hell, Tory, you looked so sad when you saw that ruined dessert, I figured I owed you."
Tory planted her hands on her hips and glared at the two men. "For the last time, I wasn't sad. Upset, yes. That cheesecake looked delicious. But I was not sad, for crying out loud."
"Were too," Con and Devon both said at the same time.
It was futile to argue with the two of them. Especially when they chose to gang up on her. "Whatever," she said, waving a hand in the air. "I need a drink."
"Champagne?" Con ventured.
"White wine, Con," Devon said. "Tory hates champagne."
"Oh, right." Con headed toward the long steel countertop where several crystal glasses sat. He picked up a bottle of white wine and held it up for her to inspect. "This just arrived, actually. I've been letting it breathe. It's a new winery I'm thinking of investing in. You'll be my taste-tester."
"As long as I get to be your cheesecake taste-tester as well, I'll be whatever you want."
Con glanced over at Devon, and the pair exchanged a mysterious look. Neither spoke as Con poured the wine. He brought it to her. Tory sniffed the fragrant liquid. Spicy and sweet. Interesting. She took a sip. "Smooth, sweet, but not too sweet. Nice."
"Good."
The music changed, and suddenly Tory wanted to dance. "Which of you is going to dance with me? Don't make me look for someone else, I don't feel like doing the flirting thing tonight."
"I thought I made it clear you're my date," Devon chastised. "No flirting unless it's with me."
"Or me," Con said, his voice low, a little rough.
Tory looked at Devon, then Con. She couldn't tell if they were teasing or not. She didn't want to know, either. Instead she took another sip of her wine. Devon plucked the glass out of her hand and handed it to Con. "Come on, sugar. You can move those sexy hips all you want."
As they went back out to the main room, Con following close behind, Tory's mind whirled with the possibility that the two men were making a move on her. Could it be? Devon tended to flirt. It was just his way. Con, not so much. So, what was up with them tonight?
Read Chapter One
Happy reading,
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
"What She Craves" by Anne Rainey
Buy from MBaM!
Buy from Amazon Kindle
Buy from Barnes & Noble Nook
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Red Hots!
ISBN: 978-1-60928-267-7
Length: Short Story
Price: 2.50
Publication Date: December 14, 2010
Cover art by Scott Carpenter
Unwrapping these gifts could get a girl in a world of trouble.
Cape May, Book 2
Tory Jeffries likes things simple. A modest home, a web design business, easygoing men. Except there's never one around when she needs one—and she needs a date for the event of the year, her friend Con Walker's annual Christmas party. Not that she couldn't go alone, but spending the evening as a third wheel doesn't appeal.
When her old friend Devon Mason turns up dateless as well, she anticipates a fun evening with her flirty, bad-boy buddy. Then Devon and Con offer her a Christmas treat that her inner slut begs her not to refuse. A night with both delicious, muscular men. In Con's bed. Naked.
After growing up together with an up-close-and-personal view of life's ugly side, it doesn't surprise Devon and Con that they've fallen for the same woman. They've watched her date men who aren't nearly good enough for her, and now it's time to show the fiery blonde just how perfectly she fits in their sinful fantasy sandwich. When they take their first long, slow taste, something extraordinary happens. They fall in love.
Now all they have to do is convince their suddenly skittish princess that fairy tales can come true…
Warning: This book contains one sassy heroine getting two tasty alpha heroes for Christmas. Expect some crazy hot m/f/m sex and a Christmas Eve party that'll blow your stockings clean off.
An excerpt fromWhat She Craves
Copyright © 2010 Anne Rainey
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Devon stood on her front step, one broad shoulder braced against the doorframe, wearing a crisp white cotton shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of black slacks that showed off his long, powerful legs. She'd never seen him looking quite so magnificent. He'd even tried to comb the wild mane of his hair into some semblance of style. She could have told him he shouldn't have bothered. Tory had always liked Devon's messy brown hair.
"You look great," Tory complimented, hoping her voice didn't sound quite as throaty as she suspected.
His grin, laced with just a shade of masculine need, melted her insides as he stared down at her. "And you look sexy as hell, sugar."
Tory's hands shook with nerves. Another first. Devon never made her nervous. They'd been friends too long for that. Three years of knowing a person, seeing them at their best as well as their worst, tended to bridge the gap. Admittedly, Devon wasn't acting himself of late. For instance, the way he looked at her now, as if he wanted to run his tongue over her, slowly, for hours. Yeah, that was a new one.
"Thanks. I spent a bloody fortune, so it better look fabulous."
"You're a total babe. I'm going to have to fend the guys off."
Tory narrowed her eyes. "Why would you even bother?"
Devon stepped through the front door. His hand lifted to her cheek, and the warm strength of him obliterated her nerves in an instant. "Because you're with me," he growled.
"This isn't a date," Tory reminded him—and herself. If only she could stop thinking of it in that light, it'd give her words more credibility.
"I'm a man. You're a woman. We're going to a party together. How is that not a date?"
"We're friends. This is no different than if I were going on a bike ride with Summer."
"So, Summer thinks you look sexy, then? Summer can't take her gaze off the way that satin hugs your curves?"
"Devon." His name and nothing more. It was all Tory could manage in that moment.
He stroked a finger down her chin, then removed his hand altogether. She shivered clear to her toes. "Come on, sugar. Let's party."
She smiled, feeling her confidence level rise a notch. She was going out with one of her best friends and she was going to have a good time. Simple as that.
Fifteen minutes later, when Tory entered Con's mansion—and that was the only way to describe a house the size of Con's—she took in the beautiful decorations. One of the tallest trees she'd ever seen filled one corner of the great room. Mistletoe hung in various spots around the spacious room. The winding staircase leading to the second floor was decorated with large red bows and evergreen wreaths. The festive atmosphere warmed her heart. Con had grown up being bounced from one foster home to another. Poor and alone, with the exception of Devon, Con had built quite a life for himself with a lot of hard work and a good sense of business. Christmas music and more than a hundred guests filled the place to bursting and made her feel less skittish. Big crowds of strangers she could handle. It was the man at her side who had her wondering.
Tory quickly scanned the crowd, but didn't see Con anywhere. "Where's the man of the hour?"
Devon placed his hand at the small of her back and led her across the room. "Probably in the kitchen. You know how he is about the food. Everything has to be perfect or he has a conniption."
She envisioned Con hovering over some poor unsuspecting chef and groaned. "We'd better find him before we have a repeat of last year's Christmas party."
Devon snorted. "Con deserved to have cheesecake dumped over his head. He was being an ass."
She clutched her purse tighter as they neared the double doors leading into the kitchen. "But it was a waste of a perfectly good cheesecake, and that's just wrong no matter how you look at it."
"I'd forgotten how much you loved that stuff." He chuckled. "Con felt terrible because you looked so sad over the loss."
Pushing the door inward, she groused, "I wasn't sad. No one gets sad over cheesecake."
Devon snorted. "You looked like a little lost puppy."
She started to protest that ridiculous statement, but the sight that greeted her inside the huge room with its stainless steel counters and cabinets took her breath. Not one, but three cheesecakes sat on the counter mere feet away. One was topped with strawberries, another with cherries, and the third was drizzled with chocolate sauce. Drooling would be extremely unladylike, Tory remaindered herself. She spied Con next to the stove, hovering near a steaming pot of…something. He turned, and their gazes clashed. The slow grin that spread across his face had her heart beating faster. Con should never be allowed to smile. It was like watching the sun rise over Cadillac Mountain in Maine. It made you want to stop and stare for a good ten minutes.
Unable to budge even an inch, Tory watched as Con crossed the room then gently pulled her into his arms. He kissed her lightly on the forehead. Inching backward, he looked her over. "You look gorgeous, baby."
Taking advantage, Tory let her gaze wander. Con's close-cropped midnight black hair, navy blue slacks and the white dress shirt straining to contain his thickly muscled torso sent a little shiver down her body. Con was a big man. Powerful. A little intimidating until you got to know him. His silver eyes and the hard planes of his face told of a rough life. Oh, Con might be rolling in money now, but Tory knew it hadn't always been that way. In fact, growing up, he and Devon both had been forced to fight just to survive. She didn't know all of it, but the little she did know always made her heart ache for the pair.
"Thanks," she said. "You, uh, clean up pretty well yourself."
"Gee, thanks." He tweaked her nose. "If you're going to be ornery, then you won't get any of my cheesecake."
She peeked around his shoulder and sighed. "There are three of them."
Con stepped back and folded his arms over his chest. "And I made each one myself. So, be a good girl tonight."
Devon stepped forward, a frown marring his handsome face. "Why three?"
"To make up for last year's fiasco," Con muttered. "Hell, Tory, you looked so sad when you saw that ruined dessert, I figured I owed you."
Tory planted her hands on her hips and glared at the two men. "For the last time, I wasn't sad. Upset, yes. That cheesecake looked delicious. But I was not sad, for crying out loud."
"Were too," Con and Devon both said at the same time.
It was futile to argue with the two of them. Especially when they chose to gang up on her. "Whatever," she said, waving a hand in the air. "I need a drink."
"Champagne?" Con ventured.
"White wine, Con," Devon said. "Tory hates champagne."
"Oh, right." Con headed toward the long steel countertop where several crystal glasses sat. He picked up a bottle of white wine and held it up for her to inspect. "This just arrived, actually. I've been letting it breathe. It's a new winery I'm thinking of investing in. You'll be my taste-tester."
"As long as I get to be your cheesecake taste-tester as well, I'll be whatever you want."
Con glanced over at Devon, and the pair exchanged a mysterious look. Neither spoke as Con poured the wine. He brought it to her. Tory sniffed the fragrant liquid. Spicy and sweet. Interesting. She took a sip. "Smooth, sweet, but not too sweet. Nice."
"Good."
The music changed, and suddenly Tory wanted to dance. "Which of you is going to dance with me? Don't make me look for someone else, I don't feel like doing the flirting thing tonight."
"I thought I made it clear you're my date," Devon chastised. "No flirting unless it's with me."
"Or me," Con said, his voice low, a little rough.
Tory looked at Devon, then Con. She couldn't tell if they were teasing or not. She didn't want to know, either. Instead she took another sip of her wine. Devon plucked the glass out of her hand and handed it to Con. "Come on, sugar. You can move those sexy hips all you want."
As they went back out to the main room, Con following close behind, Tory's mind whirled with the possibility that the two men were making a move on her. Could it be? Devon tended to flirt. It was just his way. Con, not so much. So, what was up with them tonight?
Read Chapter One
Happy reading,
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
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December 10, 2010
Countdown to Christmas!
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For the next couple of weeks, the International Heat authors have decided to write a Countdown to Christmas story. A scorching, adults only, erotic romance! Each day one of us will add the next HOT installment.
Then, on December 23, we hand the reins over to you. We're asking the readers to create The End to our story. On Dec. 30, the IHers will choose the best ending and that reader will win the grand prize. What's the grand prize? A ton of ebooks from us!
You can find the story here. It started yesterday with Rhian Cahill and today Lexxie Couper adds to the fun.
The rest of us will post our part of the story on these days:
Jayne Rylon tomorrow
J.R. Patrick Sunday
Jambrea Jo Jones Monday
A break to announce my new release on Tuesday
Valerie Tibbs on Wednesday
Jess Dee on Thursday
ME on Friday
Mari Carr on Saturday
A Ghost Writer on Sunday
A break to announce Jambrea Jo Jones's release on Monday
Lila DuBois on Tuesday
A break to announce Jayne Rylon's release on Wednesday
End of story on Thursday
So get in on the fun,there are prizes to be won! lol
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
For the next couple of weeks, the International Heat authors have decided to write a Countdown to Christmas story. A scorching, adults only, erotic romance! Each day one of us will add the next HOT installment.
Then, on December 23, we hand the reins over to you. We're asking the readers to create The End to our story. On Dec. 30, the IHers will choose the best ending and that reader will win the grand prize. What's the grand prize? A ton of ebooks from us!
You can find the story here. It started yesterday with Rhian Cahill and today Lexxie Couper adds to the fun.
The rest of us will post our part of the story on these days:
Jayne Rylon tomorrow
J.R. Patrick Sunday
Jambrea Jo Jones Monday
A break to announce my new release on Tuesday
Valerie Tibbs on Wednesday
Jess Dee on Thursday
ME on Friday
Mari Carr on Saturday
A Ghost Writer on Sunday
A break to announce Jambrea Jo Jones's release on Monday
Lila DuBois on Tuesday
A break to announce Jayne Rylon's release on Wednesday
End of story on Thursday
So get in on the fun,there are prizes to be won! lol
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
December 3, 2010
New Print Anthology--Forbidden Fruit and Reckless Exposure
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I'm very excited to announce that two of my Red Sage Publishing novellas are now together in one print volume! You can order a copy right now at Barnes & Noble. It'll be available at other stores soon!
Forbidden Fruit--blurb:m/f contemporary erotic roance
He isn't going to know what hit him!
Veterinarian assistant, Ava Sweet has lusted after bad boy Luke McGiffin since high school and she's tired of him treating her like a kid sister. It's time to show the hunky roofer her feminine side.
The plan: let Jen, her best friend, give her a makeover, then tempt Luke right out of his sexy jeans. But can Ava handle a man with such strong appetites or is she in over her head?
Reckless Exposure--blurb:m/f/m contemporary erotic romance
Good girls shouldn't play with bad boys…
Cover model, Lucy Fleming is ready to begin the next phase of her life. She wants to settle down, become a wife and mother. She's going to have to leave her wild and reckless roommate/lover in order to make it happen. But if her heart aches just thinking about life without him, how will she ever find the strength to put words to action?
As fashion photographer, Rand Miller listens to all the reasons why his sexy lover must move out of not only his apartment but also his life, he decides to give her the going away party of a lifetime. The list of party goodies includes: massage oil, margaritas and their mysterious neighbor, Trey Madison.
But when dawn creeps over the horizon, will Rand be able to watch the only woman capable of taming his wicked ways walk out of his life forever?
BUY NOWor...Read Chapter One of Forbidden FruitRead Chapter One of Reckless Exposure
A Little Bit Naughty--out now! http://annerainey.com
Forbidden Fruit--blurb:m/f contemporary erotic roance
He isn't going to know what hit him!
Veterinarian assistant, Ava Sweet has lusted after bad boy Luke McGiffin since high school and she's tired of him treating her like a kid sister. It's time to show the hunky roofer her feminine side.
The plan: let Jen, her best friend, give her a makeover, then tempt Luke right out of his sexy jeans. But can Ava handle a man with such strong appetites or is she in over her head?
Reckless Exposure--blurb:m/f/m contemporary erotic romance
Good girls shouldn't play with bad boys…
Cover model, Lucy Fleming is ready to begin the next phase of her life. She wants to settle down, become a wife and mother. She's going to have to leave her wild and reckless roommate/lover in order to make it happen. But if her heart aches just thinking about life without him, how will she ever find the strength to put words to action?
As fashion photographer, Rand Miller listens to all the reasons why his sexy lover must move out of not only his apartment but also his life, he decides to give her the going away party of a lifetime. The list of party goodies includes: massage oil, margaritas and their mysterious neighbor, Trey Madison.
But when dawn creeps over the horizon, will Rand be able to watch the only woman capable of taming his wicked ways walk out of his life forever?
BUY NOWor...Read Chapter One of Forbidden FruitRead Chapter One of Reckless Exposure
A Little Bit Naughty--out now! http://annerainey.com
December 2, 2010
Thursday Thirteen--Nook Color
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Quick Note: Over at Three Wicked Writers Plus Two, I'm giving away a copy of an ebook. Read Elizabeth Black's post about Cyber Playmates and leave a comment and you're entered to win!
Now, onto my Thursday Thirteen. I'm going to share the 13 most wonderful things about my new Nook Color!
1. Ease of buying. I click the 'shop' button, browse the B&N site, find what I want and click the 'buy now' button. That's it. The book is downloaded and I can start reading. No syncing anything. And it sure beats driving half an hour (at least) to the store or paying for shipping and handling, then having to wait a good 7-10 days.
2. Bookmarking. Last night I went to bed, turned on my Nook and up popped the book I'd been reading, and right where I left off too. Awesome feature!
3. Page numbers. Seems like a silly thing to some, but I love that the Nook has page numbers. I like knowing the page I'm on, not just the percentage I have left.
4. Screen resolution. Like all things, this is totally subjective. Everyone has their own preferences. For me, I find the screen easier on the eyes than the E-Ink screens.
5. All color. Obviously one of the big selling points with this device is that it's all in color. So, you can read magazines and they're in color, children's books, color. But, I also love that when I browse online sites I can view everything in color.
6. Internet access. It's just so much fun to pop onto my Facebook or Twitter and see what everyone is up to, leave a status update, or skip over to my gmail and read/respond to email.
7. Touch screen. My Sony had a touch screen too, so this isn't new for me. But one of the first things I noticed that's different with the two devices is that the Nook seems to flip the pages faster. It's minor, but even my daughter noticed the difference right off.
8. Battery. It came with an AC charger. My Sony didn't. You have to buy it seperate, which has always bugged me. It should come with the device! Just my 2 cents.
9. Battery life. I don't know if I'm still just starry-eyed with this thing or what, but it seems to hold a charge longer than my Sony. We'll see how that holds up over time.
10. Other stores. I love that I can easily buy from other sites, NOT just B & N. This is a biggie for me!
11. Archiving/Deleting. It's great that I can log into my account on the B & N site and go to my library there, then easily archive or delete books I've already read. You don't have to sync anything. Once you archive or delete on the site itself, your Nook is automatically updated to reflect the changes. This is handy if you're an avid reader like me and plan to purchase a million books in the next six months. LOL
12. Videos and music. I'm not big on YouTube, but my daughter was having fun the other day playing music on Pandora and watching YouTube videos.
13. Books. Of course the best part about any ereader is having all my books in one handy place. No storing them in boxes in the basement, no piles next to the couch and bed. Going on vacation is going to be so much fun!
A few pitfalls:
Bluetooth. It'd be nice if it had bluetooth so you could connect to the internet even if you're in the car.
Hulu. I can't watch shows because Hulu requires Adobe Flash Player. Unless someone knows a way around that? Or something I can dowload to my Nook to make that happen...?
Online catalogue. B & N doesn't have as many books as Amazon Kindle. So, that's a bummer. However, you can go to places like All Romance Ebooks and Fictionwise, etc. to find them. So, it's not really an issue.
Price. It is a bit expensive. However, I wouldn't be terribly surprised if Amazon came out with their own version. At that point I suspect the prices will drop and become much more affordable.
So, that's my take on the new Nook Color...so far. I haven't even had the thing a month! Give me time and I'll share more thoughts on this handy device.
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
Quick Note: Over at Three Wicked Writers Plus Two, I'm giving away a copy of an ebook. Read Elizabeth Black's post about Cyber Playmates and leave a comment and you're entered to win!
Now, onto my Thursday Thirteen. I'm going to share the 13 most wonderful things about my new Nook Color!
1. Ease of buying. I click the 'shop' button, browse the B&N site, find what I want and click the 'buy now' button. That's it. The book is downloaded and I can start reading. No syncing anything. And it sure beats driving half an hour (at least) to the store or paying for shipping and handling, then having to wait a good 7-10 days.
2. Bookmarking. Last night I went to bed, turned on my Nook and up popped the book I'd been reading, and right where I left off too. Awesome feature!
3. Page numbers. Seems like a silly thing to some, but I love that the Nook has page numbers. I like knowing the page I'm on, not just the percentage I have left.
4. Screen resolution. Like all things, this is totally subjective. Everyone has their own preferences. For me, I find the screen easier on the eyes than the E-Ink screens.
5. All color. Obviously one of the big selling points with this device is that it's all in color. So, you can read magazines and they're in color, children's books, color. But, I also love that when I browse online sites I can view everything in color.
6. Internet access. It's just so much fun to pop onto my Facebook or Twitter and see what everyone is up to, leave a status update, or skip over to my gmail and read/respond to email.
7. Touch screen. My Sony had a touch screen too, so this isn't new for me. But one of the first things I noticed that's different with the two devices is that the Nook seems to flip the pages faster. It's minor, but even my daughter noticed the difference right off.
8. Battery. It came with an AC charger. My Sony didn't. You have to buy it seperate, which has always bugged me. It should come with the device! Just my 2 cents.
9. Battery life. I don't know if I'm still just starry-eyed with this thing or what, but it seems to hold a charge longer than my Sony. We'll see how that holds up over time.
10. Other stores. I love that I can easily buy from other sites, NOT just B & N. This is a biggie for me!
11. Archiving/Deleting. It's great that I can log into my account on the B & N site and go to my library there, then easily archive or delete books I've already read. You don't have to sync anything. Once you archive or delete on the site itself, your Nook is automatically updated to reflect the changes. This is handy if you're an avid reader like me and plan to purchase a million books in the next six months. LOL
12. Videos and music. I'm not big on YouTube, but my daughter was having fun the other day playing music on Pandora and watching YouTube videos.
13. Books. Of course the best part about any ereader is having all my books in one handy place. No storing them in boxes in the basement, no piles next to the couch and bed. Going on vacation is going to be so much fun!
A few pitfalls:
Bluetooth. It'd be nice if it had bluetooth so you could connect to the internet even if you're in the car.
Hulu. I can't watch shows because Hulu requires Adobe Flash Player. Unless someone knows a way around that? Or something I can dowload to my Nook to make that happen...?
Online catalogue. B & N doesn't have as many books as Amazon Kindle. So, that's a bummer. However, you can go to places like All Romance Ebooks and Fictionwise, etc. to find them. So, it's not really an issue.
Price. It is a bit expensive. However, I wouldn't be terribly surprised if Amazon came out with their own version. At that point I suspect the prices will drop and become much more affordable.
So, that's my take on the new Nook Color...so far. I haven't even had the thing a month! Give me time and I'll share more thoughts on this handy device.
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
December 1, 2010
Jingle Bell Rockin' at Three Wicked Writers Plus Two!
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We're Jingle Bell Rockin' the entire month of December on Three Wicked Writers Plus Two. It starts TODAY so get your butts over there, lol! We'll be sharing holiday memories, recipes, favorite holiday movies, and of course there are prizes to be won. http://threewickedwriters.blogspot.com/
And for my Hump Day Hunks I bring you...
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Wednesday's Hunk Quote. This scene is from "Burn"--my one and only first person point-of-view story. I wrote it from Ally's viewpoint. It just felt right. This was Ally's story and she needed to be the one to tell it.
It's a scorcher, beware! :)
http://annerainey.com
We're Jingle Bell Rockin' the entire month of December on Three Wicked Writers Plus Two. It starts TODAY so get your butts over there, lol! We'll be sharing holiday memories, recipes, favorite holiday movies, and of course there are prizes to be won. http://threewickedwriters.blogspot.com/
And for my Hump Day Hunks I bring you...
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Wednesday's Hunk Quote. This scene is from "Burn"--my one and only first person point-of-view story. I wrote it from Ally's viewpoint. It just felt right. This was Ally's story and she needed to be the one to tell it.
It's a scorcher, beware! :)
I propped my hands against the headboard and rose up and down on his face, circling my hips and rubbing my clit over his puckered mouth, taking my own desire against his face. Blake watched, tied and helpless, eager to please me. It was suddenly too much.[image error]
My body pulsed and spasmed as blood rushed to my hot cunt. I flew over a jagged cliff right into oblivion, screaming his name over and over.
I would have collapsed had I not been on Blake's face. Instead, I rose up entirely, then lowered to my knees next to his torso. His worshipful gaze never once left mine.
"Let me go, Ally. Untie me now."
I wanted to protest, to keep up the pretense that I was the one in control, but we both knew the truth. The instant I'd agreed to have dinner with him, he'd assumed control. Without a word, I untied his hands, and he leaned up and untied his own ankles. I wasn't given the chance to think about my decision as he grabbed my waist and threw me to the mattress, then covered me with his body. I moaned, and his lips curved in that same predatory way I remembered as an enamored girl.
"You're mine, Ally. You've always been mine. I walked away from you once and it was the biggest mistake of my life. I'm not leaving this time."
Oh God, why did that sound so good? Why did I still want him to love me? My heart broke hearing those words spoken in such a possessive way.
Sanity came back, barely, as I whispered, "I never agreed to anything more than this one night."
He leaned down and kissed me. It was soft, fleeting. Tempting. As he rose a few inches, I could swear I still felt the heat of his lips against mine. I hoped I'd always feel it there. Maybe it would make saying goodbye easier...
My inspiration for Blake Steele *grin*
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
November 30, 2010
Smokin' Hot Excerpt!
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Today I figured I'd heat things up with a hot excerpt from "Body Rush". In this scene, Roni is learning that sometimes giving up control is a good thing. Hell, a great thing! :)I hope you like it!
A quick note to let you all know I'm giving away a copy of What She Craves, my m/f/m nenage that comes out Dec. 14th. Come over to Closetreader to see how to enter!
WARNING: ADULT EXCERPT
"You're a slob, Dr. Smart."
Roni took in the messy surroundings. Clothes were strewn everywhere, her dresser was a chaotic mishmash of makeup, spray bottles and...damn, was that a coffee cup? It was a ridiculous mess. Still, she was glad she'd managed to talk him into coming home with her, instead of the other way around. "It's the way I live, deal with it."
"I bet you say that to all the guys," he whispered as he continued removing her clothing.
Oh, god, they were moving too fast and she knew it. He'd already shucked his clothes and now he was helping Roni out of hers. Roni couldn't seem to put a stop to it. Something about Jake pulled at her. He didn't treat her like she would break. He pushed and demanded and Roni loved it. She'd never let a man take such control. She'd even begun to suspect she was incapable of letting down her defenses long enough to ever have a normal relationship. She'd discovered pretty quickly that going to Kinks afforded her the luxury of being herself. There were no expectations. She could act on her desires and there were no consequences.
As she stood in her bedroom, allowing Jake to undress her as if she were a small child, Roni discovered a new kind of pleasure. When he removed her bra, leaving a pair of white silk panties covering her from his view, Roni was nearly ready to surrender and let Jake run the show.
As he slid the scrap of silk down her legs, Roni suddenly felt a bout of shyness overcome her. When he didn't stand back up to take her to the bed, she frowned. "What are you doing?"
On his knees, his face mere inches from her pussy, he stared up at her. "I'm looking."
Her clit throbbed as she watched him lick his lips. Jake leaned forward and kissed her drenched curls tenderly, forcing her to reach out and clutch his shoulders for support. His talented mouth lingered, licking up and down between her swollen folds. Roni whimpered and dug her fingers into the powerful muscles of his shoulders.
"Oh, god, Jake." Roni didn't know what to do. A storm brewed inside her and she needed to control it. To rein it in. As his arms wrapped around her hips and he cuddled her bottom, Roni tried to wriggle free. She ached to open her thighs, to give him better access. But he was too strong and he wasn't budging.
"Let me play, baby," he cajoled, his voice rough with passion. "I need to savor this hot little cunt for a bit."
Who was she to deny the man? As he sank his tongue in, laving at her, Roni's knees nearly buckled. She would've fallen had he not been holding her in his firm embrace. When his talented mouth found her clitoris, the tremors built inside her by slow degrees. Little ripples moved through her, gaining momentum as he sucked at her clit and licked her pussy.
Roni couldn't take much more of the pleasurable torture. She sank her fingers into his hair and pulled hard enough to gain his attention. His gaze darkened, turned savage, as he pulled back and looked at her. Roni wouldn't be deterred by his feral expression. "Finger fuck me, Jake," she demanded, "Do it now."
Without warning, Jake released her and stood. She would have fallen on her ass had he not steadied her. When she was about to order him back on his knees, he only slung her around and brought his palm down hard on the sensitive flesh of her ass.
"Ow! That hurt, damn it!"
"Next time we fuck, you can order me to do your bidding," he gritted out. "This time you're mine."
"I told you before I'm a Dominatrix," she bit out. "I like to be in control."
He swatted her again on the other cheek. "You got your way when you insisted we come back to your place instead of mine. Now hush and let me play. You'll get your turn."
It wasn't in Roni's nature to hold her tongue. She'd never been good at it. "I'll take my turn now." She tried to turn but his hands gripping her hips were too strong.
"You were doing fine, baby. Why the sudden change?"
"It's not rocket science, Jake. I want to come, it's that simple."
His hot breath against her ear had her pussy creaming. "Let me take you there then. Stop fighting me."
Could she let him have control? She turned and looked at him. "I'll get my chance later?"
He smiled. "I promise, princess."
"Princess?"
He looked her over and groaned. "A pretty, stubborn, blonde princess."
She bit her lip and contemplated the merits of giving into Jake. He wanted to pleasure her in his own way. It wasn't exactly a hardship to let the man take over. "Okay."
Gently, he kissed her lips. "You won't regret it."
When he stepped backward, Roni let her gaze drift over his muscular chest, then on down to his hard cock. "I know," she murmured.
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Jake held Roni's gaze as he slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of her. Her eyes rounded, and there was a fire he hadn't seen in them before. "I want to taste this pretty pussy." She started to protest, but in the end stayed silent and let him have his way. Knowing she was willing to relinquish control melted his heart. Instinctively, Jake knew Roni rarely gave a man control.
He licked his lips and stared at the glistening golden curls covering paradise. "I bet you taste like heaven. A slice of sweet honeyed heaven."
Her cheeks bloomed pink and her eyes darkened. The soft light on the bedside table lent to the sensuality of the moment. "Would you like my tongue on your clit, Roni?"
"Yes," she groaned.
Jake leaned in and kissed the little nub. "Say please, pretty baby."
"Please, damn you!"
He chuckled. "Not quite what I had in mind, but it'll do." Jake clutched onto her thighs and tugged her forward. She moaned his name and it fueled his own raging need. With her body so close, Jake could smell her arousal. Christ, he was starved for her.
"You're so goddamn sexy. Sexy and wet and ready."
"Jake," she muttered, "I'm dying here."
As she held onto his shoulders, sharp nails digging into flesh and muscle, Jake knew he'd never forget this moment as long as he lived.
The need in her quivery voice urged him on. "Put your leg over my shoulder."
She was unsteady but eager as she did as he instructed. The position put the apex of her thighs directly in his face. It was a major turn-on. She looked a little bit awkward and wobbly. Jake cupped her ass and squeezed, then kissed her clit. "I want your juice on my tongue. I'm going to really enjoy licking you dry, Roni."
He spread her open with his thumbs and exposed her hot little cunt. When he leaned in and licked her slit, Jake tasted pure, feminine heat. He ached for more, to drown in her liquid desire. His tongue delved inside her opening as his hands clasped onto her bottom, bringing her closer. Jake was suddenly swept away on a sea of desire as emotions rocked his body and tore at his heart and soul. He sank deeper, his cock throbbing as Roni's inner muscles clenched around him. Her fingers moved to his hair and she pulled him forward, forcing him to bury his head in her wet pussy.
"Your tongue, Jake," she moaned, "I need more of your tongue, please."
He gave in and flicked his tongue over and around her clit, relishing the needy sounds Roni made. Her thighs started to quiver and her body began to spasm out of control. Jake tongue-fucked her, sinking in and out of her dewy heat as if starved. Without warning, Roni shuddered and screamed, her juice pouring into his hungry mouth.
He lapped at her several times, eager to swallow every drop of her passion, before he pulled his mouth off her. Roni slumped over him. The feel of her soft curves, leaning on him for support filled him with masculine pride. In this single moment, Roni appeared vulnerable and trusting. It pulled at Jake to see her so open to him. He gently kissed her swollen nub one more time, then pushed her away enough so he could stand. He slipped one arm behind her back and the other behind her knee before lifting her into his arms. After he placed her on the bed, he stepped back. Her quick breathing and heavy-lidded eyes had every one of his possessive instincts kicking in. Damn, she was beautiful. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but in that moment he vowed they would be sharing more than a single night together. No way in hell would he be letting her slip through his fingers now that he'd had a taste of sweet heaven.
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
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Today I figured I'd heat things up with a hot excerpt from "Body Rush". In this scene, Roni is learning that sometimes giving up control is a good thing. Hell, a great thing! :)I hope you like it!
A quick note to let you all know I'm giving away a copy of What She Craves, my m/f/m nenage that comes out Dec. 14th. Come over to Closetreader to see how to enter!
WARNING: ADULT EXCERPT
"You're a slob, Dr. Smart."
Roni took in the messy surroundings. Clothes were strewn everywhere, her dresser was a chaotic mishmash of makeup, spray bottles and...damn, was that a coffee cup? It was a ridiculous mess. Still, she was glad she'd managed to talk him into coming home with her, instead of the other way around. "It's the way I live, deal with it."
"I bet you say that to all the guys," he whispered as he continued removing her clothing.
Oh, god, they were moving too fast and she knew it. He'd already shucked his clothes and now he was helping Roni out of hers. Roni couldn't seem to put a stop to it. Something about Jake pulled at her. He didn't treat her like she would break. He pushed and demanded and Roni loved it. She'd never let a man take such control. She'd even begun to suspect she was incapable of letting down her defenses long enough to ever have a normal relationship. She'd discovered pretty quickly that going to Kinks afforded her the luxury of being herself. There were no expectations. She could act on her desires and there were no consequences.
As she stood in her bedroom, allowing Jake to undress her as if she were a small child, Roni discovered a new kind of pleasure. When he removed her bra, leaving a pair of white silk panties covering her from his view, Roni was nearly ready to surrender and let Jake run the show.
As he slid the scrap of silk down her legs, Roni suddenly felt a bout of shyness overcome her. When he didn't stand back up to take her to the bed, she frowned. "What are you doing?"
On his knees, his face mere inches from her pussy, he stared up at her. "I'm looking."
Her clit throbbed as she watched him lick his lips. Jake leaned forward and kissed her drenched curls tenderly, forcing her to reach out and clutch his shoulders for support. His talented mouth lingered, licking up and down between her swollen folds. Roni whimpered and dug her fingers into the powerful muscles of his shoulders.
"Oh, god, Jake." Roni didn't know what to do. A storm brewed inside her and she needed to control it. To rein it in. As his arms wrapped around her hips and he cuddled her bottom, Roni tried to wriggle free. She ached to open her thighs, to give him better access. But he was too strong and he wasn't budging.
"Let me play, baby," he cajoled, his voice rough with passion. "I need to savor this hot little cunt for a bit."
Who was she to deny the man? As he sank his tongue in, laving at her, Roni's knees nearly buckled. She would've fallen had he not been holding her in his firm embrace. When his talented mouth found her clitoris, the tremors built inside her by slow degrees. Little ripples moved through her, gaining momentum as he sucked at her clit and licked her pussy.
Roni couldn't take much more of the pleasurable torture. She sank her fingers into his hair and pulled hard enough to gain his attention. His gaze darkened, turned savage, as he pulled back and looked at her. Roni wouldn't be deterred by his feral expression. "Finger fuck me, Jake," she demanded, "Do it now."
Without warning, Jake released her and stood. She would have fallen on her ass had he not steadied her. When she was about to order him back on his knees, he only slung her around and brought his palm down hard on the sensitive flesh of her ass.
"Ow! That hurt, damn it!"
"Next time we fuck, you can order me to do your bidding," he gritted out. "This time you're mine."
"I told you before I'm a Dominatrix," she bit out. "I like to be in control."
He swatted her again on the other cheek. "You got your way when you insisted we come back to your place instead of mine. Now hush and let me play. You'll get your turn."
It wasn't in Roni's nature to hold her tongue. She'd never been good at it. "I'll take my turn now." She tried to turn but his hands gripping her hips were too strong.
"You were doing fine, baby. Why the sudden change?"
"It's not rocket science, Jake. I want to come, it's that simple."
His hot breath against her ear had her pussy creaming. "Let me take you there then. Stop fighting me."
Could she let him have control? She turned and looked at him. "I'll get my chance later?"
He smiled. "I promise, princess."
"Princess?"
He looked her over and groaned. "A pretty, stubborn, blonde princess."
She bit her lip and contemplated the merits of giving into Jake. He wanted to pleasure her in his own way. It wasn't exactly a hardship to let the man take over. "Okay."
Gently, he kissed her lips. "You won't regret it."
When he stepped backward, Roni let her gaze drift over his muscular chest, then on down to his hard cock. "I know," she murmured.
***
Jake held Roni's gaze as he slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of her. Her eyes rounded, and there was a fire he hadn't seen in them before. "I want to taste this pretty pussy." She started to protest, but in the end stayed silent and let him have his way. Knowing she was willing to relinquish control melted his heart. Instinctively, Jake knew Roni rarely gave a man control.
He licked his lips and stared at the glistening golden curls covering paradise. "I bet you taste like heaven. A slice of sweet honeyed heaven."
Her cheeks bloomed pink and her eyes darkened. The soft light on the bedside table lent to the sensuality of the moment. "Would you like my tongue on your clit, Roni?"
"Yes," she groaned.
Jake leaned in and kissed the little nub. "Say please, pretty baby."
"Please, damn you!"
He chuckled. "Not quite what I had in mind, but it'll do." Jake clutched onto her thighs and tugged her forward. She moaned his name and it fueled his own raging need. With her body so close, Jake could smell her arousal. Christ, he was starved for her.
"You're so goddamn sexy. Sexy and wet and ready."
"Jake," she muttered, "I'm dying here."
As she held onto his shoulders, sharp nails digging into flesh and muscle, Jake knew he'd never forget this moment as long as he lived.
The need in her quivery voice urged him on. "Put your leg over my shoulder."
She was unsteady but eager as she did as he instructed. The position put the apex of her thighs directly in his face. It was a major turn-on. She looked a little bit awkward and wobbly. Jake cupped her ass and squeezed, then kissed her clit. "I want your juice on my tongue. I'm going to really enjoy licking you dry, Roni."
He spread her open with his thumbs and exposed her hot little cunt. When he leaned in and licked her slit, Jake tasted pure, feminine heat. He ached for more, to drown in her liquid desire. His tongue delved inside her opening as his hands clasped onto her bottom, bringing her closer. Jake was suddenly swept away on a sea of desire as emotions rocked his body and tore at his heart and soul. He sank deeper, his cock throbbing as Roni's inner muscles clenched around him. Her fingers moved to his hair and she pulled him forward, forcing him to bury his head in her wet pussy.
"Your tongue, Jake," she moaned, "I need more of your tongue, please."
He gave in and flicked his tongue over and around her clit, relishing the needy sounds Roni made. Her thighs started to quiver and her body began to spasm out of control. Jake tongue-fucked her, sinking in and out of her dewy heat as if starved. Without warning, Roni shuddered and screamed, her juice pouring into his hungry mouth.
He lapped at her several times, eager to swallow every drop of her passion, before he pulled his mouth off her. Roni slumped over him. The feel of her soft curves, leaning on him for support filled him with masculine pride. In this single moment, Roni appeared vulnerable and trusting. It pulled at Jake to see her so open to him. He gently kissed her swollen nub one more time, then pushed her away enough so he could stand. He slipped one arm behind her back and the other behind her knee before lifting her into his arms. After he placed her on the bed, he stepped back. Her quick breathing and heavy-lidded eyes had every one of his possessive instincts kicking in. Damn, she was beautiful. He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but in that moment he vowed they would be sharing more than a single night together. No way in hell would he be letting her slip through his fingers now that he'd had a taste of sweet heaven.
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
November 29, 2010
A Poetry Day
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For today I thought I'd share a few poems with you all. I've written thousands of them. These are just a few. They aren't perfect. They aren't published. They're just glimpses inside my heart and soul. I hope you enjoy them!
Womanhood
A smile of secrecy
with a curving of lips.
At peculiar little moments
I'm taken there again. I giggle.
Giving away details--
my body tells the tale.
Still, I stare into the mirror,
Seeing only the fair. I giggle.
Pain II
Pain crashes and zings through my veins,
crawling along my flesh
only to skitter up my legs, in evil glee.
My fingers, swollen and numb,
and yet zap and tap and here I go anyway,
keeping the feeling alive.
My skin continues to flame,
burying my brain in hurt, and so fresh
are these tears of my nervous twitches.
Still, on I'll tread,
in fiery painful gasps
walking and thinking, typing and writing.
Breathing are the skitters under my skin,
keeping the burn in my brain
so agonizingly fresh and new!
The Delicious Rambling Thoughts of a Woman
These thoughts mixing inside my head
I know they aren't to be and still...
I can't help but feel the feeling;
be the dream inside your soul
and stir those parts of you.
I want and wish and I'll kiss
the dew from you, and I'll dip
my lips, and then smile prettiest
without a care, but to share your very air!
Breathing you in and sucking you deep,
and keeping you chained to my soul;
in the hopes that someday, you'll
touch my body and drink of my passionate
well of desire.
Pay witness to my submission kind sir,
and watch these clothes pool around my feet.
I'll step to you, bow for you,
and drift with you so sweet.
I ache and you're my cure-
I need you as I need sustenance.
I'll quench of you, but still
it shall never be enough,
for I'm insatiable and unappeasable
for the tongue that licks my mind
and my breasts alike!
I turn and sway, swish and play,
giving way to my joy and let you
do as you please, and on my knees
in the front of you, I'll pay homage
to the essence of your nature!
For the heat that rises off your loins
shall be my rising tide.
I need those tastes and flavors
that your body drips onto me.
And can't you see that no one else
will do for me?
A Portrait
Creamy smooth,
skin-- a milky ivory. Blooms
of thighs and breasts;
shaped by motherhood.
Brushed 'til shone,
hair-- rich in browns.
Lengthy mane made
radiant with care.
Laugh lined,
face-- softened by joy.
Flushed in naivety,
though all-knowing.
Warm delicate,
hands and body-- tender.
Strengthened by nurturing
her famiglia.
Upon the Question of Age
Ah, but the mind is ageless
in its constant and beautiful
stream of wisdom!
Conjuring up ideas and thoughts
at a single instant,
slamming them onto the paper,
so as not to let those
perfectly slanting syllables
turn into past remembrances.
As surely they shall drift off into
the minds darkened corridors.
Never to be heard from again,
as they'll only see their
own crowded and mirrored image.
Ageless mentality,
and never you mind the idea of years.
Based upon man's frail
idea of counting
the ticks of the clock...
Tick-tock, tick-tock
and into infinity we'll flow.
Ah, but the words of the mind shall
be forever etched onto the
parchment of our squishy brain!
All I've Got
If I were an artist...
I could never paint the maleness of you
If I were a photographer...
I could never capture the vitality you exude
If I were a singer...
I could never imitate such whispery tune
If I were a carver...
I could never cut those angles I view
So, I shall scribble out the words, again
Telling you what my body goes through
So, I shall lay them upon your pillow, again
Telling you my affection is ever true.
and finally...
Skid Marks
(Dedicated to M.A.D.D.)
A second, a minute, a day,
Out of time,
That's all it'll take,
For this kind of crime.
No way to undo,
No way to regain,
No way to take back,
An ounce of their pain.
The thinking comes in,
Before you've sipped,
Before the fun,
And before you get ripped.
Because once your numb mind,
Rounds the bend,
You'll likely kill a mother, a son,
Or maybe a friend.
Have you ever seen,
A handsome young thing,
All bloodied, mangled,
And eyes unseeing?
His innocence stolen,
His fate's been sealed,
His ravaged body,
From the car he's peeled.
And as a mother grieves,
For her loving son,
Over a grave that says,
"He was the only one".
Think twice before,
You take that drink,
Six feet under,
Is how low you'll sink.
Skid marks on the pavement,
In time will fade,
But Skid marks on the heart,
Are eternally made.
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
Womanhood
A smile of secrecy
with a curving of lips.
At peculiar little moments
I'm taken there again. I giggle.
Giving away details--
my body tells the tale.
Still, I stare into the mirror,
Seeing only the fair. I giggle.
Pain II
Pain crashes and zings through my veins,
crawling along my flesh
only to skitter up my legs, in evil glee.
My fingers, swollen and numb,
and yet zap and tap and here I go anyway,
keeping the feeling alive.
My skin continues to flame,
burying my brain in hurt, and so fresh
are these tears of my nervous twitches.
Still, on I'll tread,
in fiery painful gasps
walking and thinking, typing and writing.
Breathing are the skitters under my skin,
keeping the burn in my brain
so agonizingly fresh and new!
The Delicious Rambling Thoughts of a Woman
These thoughts mixing inside my head
I know they aren't to be and still...
I can't help but feel the feeling;
be the dream inside your soul
and stir those parts of you.
I want and wish and I'll kiss
the dew from you, and I'll dip
my lips, and then smile prettiest
without a care, but to share your very air!
Breathing you in and sucking you deep,
and keeping you chained to my soul;
in the hopes that someday, you'll
touch my body and drink of my passionate
well of desire.
Pay witness to my submission kind sir,
and watch these clothes pool around my feet.
I'll step to you, bow for you,
and drift with you so sweet.
I ache and you're my cure-
I need you as I need sustenance.
I'll quench of you, but still
it shall never be enough,
for I'm insatiable and unappeasable
for the tongue that licks my mind
and my breasts alike!
I turn and sway, swish and play,
giving way to my joy and let you
do as you please, and on my knees
in the front of you, I'll pay homage
to the essence of your nature!
For the heat that rises off your loins
shall be my rising tide.
I need those tastes and flavors
that your body drips onto me.
And can't you see that no one else
will do for me?
A Portrait
Creamy smooth,
skin-- a milky ivory. Blooms
of thighs and breasts;
shaped by motherhood.
Brushed 'til shone,
hair-- rich in browns.
Lengthy mane made
radiant with care.
Laugh lined,
face-- softened by joy.
Flushed in naivety,
though all-knowing.
Warm delicate,
hands and body-- tender.
Strengthened by nurturing
her famiglia.
Upon the Question of Age
Ah, but the mind is ageless
in its constant and beautiful
stream of wisdom!
Conjuring up ideas and thoughts
at a single instant,
slamming them onto the paper,
so as not to let those
perfectly slanting syllables
turn into past remembrances.
As surely they shall drift off into
the minds darkened corridors.
Never to be heard from again,
as they'll only see their
own crowded and mirrored image.
Ageless mentality,
and never you mind the idea of years.
Based upon man's frail
idea of counting
the ticks of the clock...
Tick-tock, tick-tock
and into infinity we'll flow.
Ah, but the words of the mind shall
be forever etched onto the
parchment of our squishy brain!
All I've Got
If I were an artist...
I could never paint the maleness of you
If I were a photographer...
I could never capture the vitality you exude
If I were a singer...
I could never imitate such whispery tune
If I were a carver...
I could never cut those angles I view
So, I shall scribble out the words, again
Telling you what my body goes through
So, I shall lay them upon your pillow, again
Telling you my affection is ever true.
and finally...
Skid Marks
(Dedicated to M.A.D.D.)
A second, a minute, a day,
Out of time,
That's all it'll take,
For this kind of crime.
No way to undo,
No way to regain,
No way to take back,
An ounce of their pain.
The thinking comes in,
Before you've sipped,
Before the fun,
And before you get ripped.
Because once your numb mind,
Rounds the bend,
You'll likely kill a mother, a son,
Or maybe a friend.
Have you ever seen,
A handsome young thing,
All bloodied, mangled,
And eyes unseeing?
His innocence stolen,
His fate's been sealed,
His ravaged body,
From the car he's peeled.
And as a mother grieves,
For her loving son,
Over a grave that says,
"He was the only one".
Think twice before,
You take that drink,
Six feet under,
Is how low you'll sink.
Skid marks on the pavement,
In time will fade,
But Skid marks on the heart,
Are eternally made.
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
November 24, 2010
Introducing The Review Depot!
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I'm loving this new service so much I figured I'd pass it on!
*permission to foward granted*
Authors and Publishers, wouldn't it be nice to submit a review request in one location and have it go to multiple review companies?
Readers, wouldn't it be nice to see multiple ratings on a book by reputable review companies?
Review Companies, wouldn't it be nice to have a system to manage your reviewers, books, and review requests?
Now wouldn't it be nice if all of this was free?
Introducing the Review Depot
The Review Depot is a unique free service, which allows authors and publishers to submit their review requests in one location and have those requests routed to one or multiple review companies. As each review company completes its review, their star rating and review excerpt will show on the Manic Readers website.
The current list of Review Depot members include:Blackraven's Reviews, Book Lovers Inc., Dark Diva Reviews, Fallen Angel Reviews, The Readers Roundtable, TwoLips Reviews.
Authors and publishers can access the Review Depot by logging into Manic Readers and clicking on the "Manage My Books" link under their "My Links" menu. The Review Depot gives authors and publishers an easy-to-user interface to request book reviews, while also providing a realtime interface to track the status of each review request.
Readers will now see books that have been reviewed by Manic Readers, books that have been reviewed by our partner review companies, or books that have been reviewed by both.
Here is what some of the early users of the Review Depot had to say:
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
I'm loving this new service so much I figured I'd pass it on!
*permission to foward granted*
Authors and Publishers, wouldn't it be nice to submit a review request in one location and have it go to multiple review companies?
Readers, wouldn't it be nice to see multiple ratings on a book by reputable review companies?
Review Companies, wouldn't it be nice to have a system to manage your reviewers, books, and review requests?
Now wouldn't it be nice if all of this was free?
Introducing the Review Depot
The Review Depot is a unique free service, which allows authors and publishers to submit their review requests in one location and have those requests routed to one or multiple review companies. As each review company completes its review, their star rating and review excerpt will show on the Manic Readers website.
The current list of Review Depot members include:Blackraven's Reviews, Book Lovers Inc., Dark Diva Reviews, Fallen Angel Reviews, The Readers Roundtable, TwoLips Reviews.
Authors and publishers can access the Review Depot by logging into Manic Readers and clicking on the "Manage My Books" link under their "My Links" menu. The Review Depot gives authors and publishers an easy-to-user interface to request book reviews, while also providing a realtime interface to track the status of each review request.
Readers will now see books that have been reviewed by Manic Readers, books that have been reviewed by our partner review companies, or books that have been reviewed by both.
Here is what some of the early users of the Review Depot had to say:
"The Review Depot has allowed us to get back to doing what we do best...review books. The new system allows us to enter books so much faster than our old database. In addition, it's organized, easy for our reviewers to checkout books, and to be honest a time saver, which is the reason my management team loves it so much. The Review Depot also provides us with more access to authors and publishers, which is an added bonus."Have more questions about the Review Depot? Visit the Review Depot FAQ page to get the answers.
- AJ, Blackraven's Reviews
"The Review Depot gives you the opportunity to read great books and also helps you to manage them. No need to worry about who has which book and when it's due. The review Depot not only informs you of new available titles it also keeps track of your review copy TBR for you. A great way to organize your requests. A helping hand we happily accepted."
- Susi, Book Lovers Inc.
"I enjoyed not having to re-type the request over and over again."
- Christopher, Triscelle Publishing
A Little Bit Naughty--out now!
http://annerainey.com
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