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Lady Solange Starling catches spies easily. But one moonlit evening, she spots a daring man who once saved her from death—and stole her heart. A man, who even in his youth, carved his place in her life and her reverie.Monsieur Noir, he calls himself. And so he is, a man living in shadows, dark and dangerous to all he encounters. Now he demands he join her to find one of Napoleon’s dastardly agents. But can Solange work with Noir without taking him into her arms~and her bed? And if she spends one daring night in Noir’s strong arms, will she be able to part from him and ever live again?
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A nibble of my newest cherry? Of Course! Excerpt, Copyright 2011, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.
Naples, ItalyEvening, October 5, 1815The evening seemed eternal! Solange read Byron and fretted. Sent two hot bricks up to her maid Cora, brought low by the rain today to her bed in the upstairs servants’ quarters. Then she wrote to her Aunt Minette, James’s mother, and walked the floor. She even played a vicious and solitary game of chess and threw the board, pieces and all, across the room. Still, Noir did not come.If she could not relieve herself from the anxiety of holding her secrets, she would look like the ravages of hell at breakfast. Why did he not appear? Her visit below stairs had been most profitable. Her visit with James, minutes later in his study, much more so. Noir must learn it all.Yet, what detained him? Where are you, Etienne? Are you reluctant to come tonight? Afraid I might not welcome you? Or need you?Clutching her dressing gown around her, she marched to her boudoir window three stories above the Via Espana.  No one walked out at this small hour of the morning. The rain broke into torrents, lightning crashed and a downpour obscured the details of the other houses along the boulevard.A sleek black coach trotted past her door, only to pause at the garden. Had a figure emerged from the cab? She wiped the moisture from the glass, but her vision became no clearer. Her hands upon the latch, she satisfied herself that her balcony doors were indeed unlocked and accessible from the garden terrace.Climbing into her bed, she lay on her back, folded her hands like a day-old corpse and waited for Noir.Many minutes later, she heard the latch on the French doors give and the pounding of the deluge become louder as someone entered from the balcony and shut out the sounds of the world. Exhausted but satisfied he had arrived, Solange called to him from the bed.In the flashes of lightning, she watched his powerful silhouette stop and scan the room. “Do not stand there and drip on my carpet, mon cher.” She flung back her covers. “The night is ugly and we both need warmth.”“Solange, no,” he murmured, pleading for reprieve from the intimacy she offered.“Come, Noir. I will not leave this bed.”Cursing, he divested himself of cloak, boots, coat and stock. Striding to her side, he slid in beside her. Once this close, she knew he would do as he had always done when this near to her. He encompassed her in his arms and she lifted her bare leg to curl around his hips and welcome him to her. He did not object, neither did he move.“You are chilled,” she murmured, a frisson of delight traveling her spine.“I am never ill.”“How well I recall. You could eat nothing, hunt for game or scout for soldiers all day and never tire.”“To weaken is to lose,” he told her, his lips to her forehead, his tone grim. “You went out with Giorgio today.”“I did,” she offered simply, replaying the tone of Noir’s voice, listening for the jealousy she sought like a starving child.“What did you learn?”Her palm upon his chest, she caressed his well-hewn muscles. Then with an indifference she used like a knife, she said, “He wishes to have me as his own.”Noir snorted. “Bastard. Of course he wants the lovely English woman. So does every man worth his salt in this city.”Wondering if Noir would admit to counting himself among those men, she snuggled into him and kissed his throat. The aroma of his musk met her nostrils, the fragrance balm to her soul and spur to her desire.He cupped her nape, holding her still. “You refused him?”She sighed. “You and I both suspect him of treachery. We have tried to learn his actions and failed. It seems the best course. I concluded I should accept him.”Noir pulled back, their gazes locked as the lightning struck to illuminate the room. “You do not wish the man.”“I wish only to complete my work.”Noir’s arms tightened. “Such sacrifice is not required.”“Of course it is. You know it. Recount what you have lost since the Terror. Your entire family. Your lands and your–”His body went rigid. “I did not relinquish those. They were taken from me.”“And what do you sacrifice to gain any of it back?”“Do I work for that?” he asked as if he had never before considered it. “You live in the shadows,” she persisted. ”Running spies in foreign cities. How do you live? Where? Why have I not seen you–” she tempered her tones of sorrow, “–not seen you in years?” She pressed a tiny kiss to the corner of his mouth.He flinched. “You have no idea what I have given to the cause of restoration of my rights.”She heard the bitterness in his words. “I can imagine, mon cher. I can help you and you must not forbid it.”“Not to give your body to a man who will not respect you! No!”She tore from his grasp and rolled to her feet. Naked, she rejoiced when the storm obliged her with another bright strike of lightning. Noir drank her in, like wine for his soul.  “You cannot stop me, Etienne.”“Darling Solange, he is not worthy to touch you.” He sprang from the bed and came round to press her to the wall. “How can you expect me to sanction such an act?”Her heart leaped at his words. Would that he could stop her and make her his alone. “We must learn who aids Murat in this house. Time grows short. If Murat invades and wins back Naples, Bonaparte can return to the Continent!”“To hell with Bonaparte!” He took her by the shoulders. “The British sail him off to St. Helena.”“He escaped them six months ago. He could again!”“Never!” Noir gave her a shake. “I will not let you take that Italian crow to your bed!”“You have no say!” she incited him., even as her body flooded with delight.“I do! I have earned a say. Once, twice and now…”“Now, what?” She wrenched to be free of him.“After last night?”At the memory of their passion, her heart raced.  Her nipples hardened.  Her pussy pounded, gushing with joy that he would recall them together on her bed. Still, she knew to provoke him or lose the moment. “We shared nothing!” she flung at him. You saw to it.“We could not!”“No? You left me wanting, needing–“ She pushed at him, all the hurt she’d experienced fueled her movements. “After all we are to each other and all these years of yearning, you left me, Etienne.”He yanked her close. “How could I make love to you?”“How could you not?” she demanded.“I cannot have you!”“Who forbids it?”“My conscience! What if we loved and tomorrow escapes us?”“Mon cher,” she mourned, “it always did.”He stared at her, hunger and remorse in his stance and in his eyes, desire. “Why do you think I never came to you before this? Why do you think I ran a courier between us? Why?”She raised her chin and arched her brows at him.“I did not want to see you. Not face-to-face. I could not. From afar, I saw enough.” His face fell lax with sorrow. “You were so lovely. Yet you appeared so forlorn. Even as a debutante, you roused men. And as a bride to that idiot Starling, you dazzled. Other men spoke of you. Wished for you. Rejoiced when Starling died, thinking like fools they might attract you.”“What could you care?” she tossed at him, needing his own declarations of desire.“Care? I cared. I pined like a boy. Wanted you like a man.” He clamped her so close, she melted at the pressure of his cock against her belly.  “As you grew older, after you were widowed, I knew your life and I knew if we met again what would happen between us.”“Did you? Sure of your charms, are you?” she taunted him, roiled he had purposely stayed away and yet had longed for her.He crushed her against him. This time, his cock rode her cleft and she whimpered. “No coyness for me, my pet. You and I came to care for each other long ago. When survival depended on trust and mutual responsibility.”The proof of his desire was a torment and she undulated against him. “Still you deny us both any pleasure.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and cuddled so near she could be absorbed into his skin. “The finest bliss I ever knew was with you. The exhilaration of escape. The thrill of victory against all those hundreds who hunted us. The years between our meetings have been so fraught with the perils of ordinary living. And no affection. Or love. How can you refuse the opportunity to seize bliss?”His expression, so bleak, so stern, shattered. “The devil knows. I do not.”---Hope you will read all of Solange and Noir’s story--and then try my other Regencies.  RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE, #2 Regency RompsLADY VARNEY'S RISQUE BUSINESS, #1 Regency RompsHIS DELECTABLE COOK (Be Warned: A Very Sexy A Quatre!)And Coming soon: THE STANHOPE CHALLENGE: A REGENCY QUARTET, 4 Brothers, 4 Love Affairs, One Family Curse!See www.cerisedeland.com for a full list!

He's in charge at night! TINA DONAHUE tells you why!

During the day, she’s in charge—at night, he’ll take command of her body, their desires…
Dominance and discipline. Alexandra hungers for both from Daniel, the lead engineer on her Alaskan energy project. She imagines him punishing then mounting her while his team watches. Full-figured, Alexandra hasn’t had much luck with guys, especially ones so potently male. To change that, she invites Daniel to teach her submission to his most carnal needs. She also invites his men.For too long, Daniel’s craved Alexandra’s lush figure and smarts. However, she’s his boss, it’s not wise to mix business with pleasure, and no damn way does he intend to share her. After one lusty night of her submitting to him and his men, Daniel claims Alexandra as his sub. On his terms. No regrets. No strings. Yeah, right.Tell that to their hearts.
Inside scoop: Alexandra and Daniel set things on fire with a brief ménage. Lucky girl has several men to fulfill her needs! Excerpt
Nat closed the door. The wind pulled it shut with a loud bang. She jerked. Daniel didn’t seem to notice the noise. He moved into her.Stunned, Alexandra couldn’t budge. He was closer than he’d ever been. She caught his scent, a woodsy, masculine fragrance, clean and inviting. It mingled with the crisp aroma of snow on his parka and the fabric softener he’d used on his brown-and-cream flannel shirt. Several strands of his wind-tousled hair caressed his forehead and bristly cheeks. God love him, he hadn’t shaved.She ached to run her fingers over his upper lip and chin.Daniel didn’t give her the chance. With surprising ease, he slung his arm over her shoulder and drew her into him, their bodies touching. A jolt of desire hit Alexandra so hard she had to bite back a moan. His heat was incredible, chasing away the chill of his coat and the air she’d let inside. Nearly a head taller than her, he seemed enormous, virile, dangerous, and seductive.Her heart beat out of time. They were near enough to kiss. His mouth rich and full, the stuff of her most salacious fantasies.“You still want to do this?” he asked, low enough so the others wouldn’t hear.Surprised by his question, she nodded. To have him leave now would be unthinkable.“You feel safe?” he added.His casual embrace ensured it, as though they were dating, comfortable with each other. “Yes, of course.” Even though he didn’t have feelings for her, other than what appeared to be lust, he was a good man. He wouldn’t deliberately hurt her. Why was he asking?He didn’t seem convinced of her answer. “You need to be certain,” he said. “This ends now unless you explicitly trust what’s going to happen.”Alexandra started to perspire. “I do…what did you have in mind?”Daniel studied her for a long moment, his expression unreadable, though there was a hint of indecency in his eyes. Heat prickled Alexandra’s cheeks and forehead, nourished by excitement not fear. Whatever he’d planned, she was definitely all for it. Downright eager.“Everything,” he answered, parroting what she’d said yesterday. “I’m in charge. Not you. Not any of the other guys. Me, alone. If you can’t accept that, then this is over right—”She interrupted, “I accept it.” He’d honored his part of their bargain by showing up and taking over in the best possible way. Now, Alexandra would honor hers. “You’re the boss.”Delight danced in his eyes. “Yes, I am.”He cupped the back of her head and pulled her into him, their thighs and bellies snuggled together. Alexandra inhaled sharply. Before she could release her breath on a wanting sigh, he slanted his mouth over hers and slipped his tongue between her lips.God. She sagged against him, shocking need tearing through her, rendering Alexandra helpless and weak. If not for Daniel’s solid body, she would have dropped to the floor.Tightening his hold, he deepened their kiss, his mouth greedy and demanding, hers loose and impassioned beneath his. She nestled closer. He ground his hips into hers, his opened parka allowing her to feel his erection, rock solid, long as freaking hell. Alexandra dug her fingers into his coat, wanting it off and them naked, him inside her.Despite her wayward lust, Daniel didn’t stop and strip. He enjoyed her leisurely, fully, his tongue dancing with hers, then sweeping over her teeth. He tasted of minty toothpaste and a flavor that was unique to him which spoke of good health, a male at the height of his power. Alexandra finally moaned, unable to help herself. Daniel offered a faint growl in return, then broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers. As a lover and friend might do.His behavior was so unexpected and enchanting, she lost all reserve and breathed, “I like you being in charge.”He made a noise that sounded of contentment and amusement, then traced her jawline with his finger. “We’ll see.”

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COCKED AND LOADED, Desiree Holt does it again!

He closed the last little bit of distance between them, his eyes burning into hers like twin torches. Then his mouth was on hers, just like the day before, burning her, sucking the life out of her while infusing it back into her body. She wanted to hit him, push him away, but her traitorous arms wounds up around his neck and clung to him, holding his head to hers. Her panties were already soaked, and that old familiar quiver raced through the muscles of her cunt.His tongue probed her mouth, taking, taking. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. And to her shame she gave as good as she got. She couldn’t have moved away if her life was threatened, not even when his hands slid down to reach under her T-shirt and cup her breasts through the thin cotton of her bra. One touch of those rough-silken lips and those big hot hands and her brain simply melted away.His tongue had a life of its own, probing into the recesses of her mouth, licking, tasting, teasing. His fingers pinched her nipples just hard enough to cause a shiver of pleasure-pain. She hung onto him for dear life, drowning in the sensations that assaulted her body.The harder he tugged on her nipples, the more he plundered her mouth, the weaker her legs became until she wasn’t sure she could stand at all if she took her arms from his neck.When every bit of breath had left her lungs, he lifted his mouth just a fraction, tracing the edge of her lips with the tip of his tongue. “Jamie?”“Mmm?” She forced her eyes open.“You using your old bedroom?”“What? My bedroom?”He extricated himself from her grip and lifted her in his arms. “Your bedroom. I’m going to fuck the life out of you, and I don’t want to do it on that ratty old couch.”She could barely focus enough to from clitoris to vaginal opening and back, gathering the cream she knew was gushing from her. He lifted the finger to his mouth and sucked on it.“Taste good, too. Just as I’ve remembered point toward the stairs. “Yes. Same room. Second door on the right.”Later, when her brain kicked into gear again and she could pluck one rational thought from it, she’d wonder why she hadn’t just ordered Zane Cameron out of her house. He certainly wouldn’t take her by force. That wasn’t his style. No, even after all this time, he knew just which buttons to push and how to push them, and in an instant all her defenses were down. But at the moment, all she could think of was how good he felt next to her and the explosion his kisses had set off in her body.He held her against his chest as he took the steps two at a time. Using his foot, he pushed the door to her room open and in seconds had her flat on her back on her clean white sheets, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes again to see him staring at her with a look of intense hunger on his face, and instantly heat warmed her blood.With hands that shook slightly, he pulled the T-shirt over her head, disposed of her bra, and stripped her shorts and panties from her, tossing everything to the floor. Then he bent her knees and spread her thighs wide, exposing her to his ravenous gaze.He drew in a deep, ragged breath, and let it out slowly. “God, Jamie, you have the most gorgeous cunt in the world.”http://www.amazon.com/Cocked-Loaded-Desiree-Holt-ebook/dp/B002Q0Y3R8/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1410449138&sr=8-3&keywords=Cocked+and+Loaded
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Mile High Club? Are you a member? This lady CEO is! Check out her bodyguard! And a naked man in Paris!

http://amzn.to/VKV1yy    Flying high with some guy in the sky was never a fantasy Amanda Prescott ever indulged in.  At 50, the sexy widow wants to build her deceased husband's company to world class status--starting in the Middle East.   So when she hires 35-year-old ex-Marine Jake Wilcox as her bodyguard, Amanda anticipates the flight to Dubai in her private jet will be a tantalizing opportunity to feast her eyes on Jake's toned body.A nibble of this cherry?
Intro to scene:Sizing up the curvy boss lady, Jake realizes what Amanda really needs to seal the deal in Dubai is to display the allure of a demanding, confident woman. And what better way to help her rediscover assertiveness than a few hot hours in mile-high ecstasy?  His skill brings out the naughty side in Amanda, showing her pleasure and dominance are a delicious combo.  But when the plane lands, will Amanda be able to assert her power position to seal the deal in both business and love? 
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What she wanted now was more of Jake Wilcox. More of his hands and lips all over her.  She wanted his unabashed sexuality. His humor. His persistence. So virile and rational. Yes, she wanted him badly. Argggh! She headed for her balcony, slid open the doors, rubbed her arms and leaned on the rail to gaze out over the alabaster city of Dubai just now waking to dawn. I am awakening to the consequences of what I have done. And what I must do. What I must ask him.She whirled for the connecting door. Just as she reached out to open it, three loud knocks sounded. She pulled it open to see Jake standing there, bare to the waist, blond hair wet from his shower, a pair of lounge pants hanging on his jutting hip bones. And in his eyes, was the sweet, appealing look of a little boy who had lost his way. “How are you?” he rasped.“Well, now that I—” Oh, what the hell, she’d come so far with him—she’d come so often with him, she could be real with him about other things, couldn’t she? Shouldn’t she? “Now that I see you again, I’m better.”He hauled her up in his arms and clamped her so tightly that he squeezed the air out of her. “Thank God. I worried.” He claimed her mouth in a marauder’s kiss. “You know any time you can say this never happened—and I’ll play it like that.” He framed her face with his huge hot hands. “I’ll be the good little employee.”She chuckled. “I want you,” she kissed him back, “to be the big bad lover.”           He swept her up in his arms and strode toward her bedroom. “Just my thought.” Then he laid her tenderly down. He posed her just so, hair fanned on the silken cover, arms out like his sacrifice, legs pressed against her chest as he bent and spread her out as if she were his prize. “I need you. I’m addicted.”
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A nibble?
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Come soon, Andre. She glanced over to themantel clock. Ten minutes after ten. Late. Where was he?As if on cue, he strolled into view in his window opposite hers.           As every day before, his beauty took her breathaway.He was a big man, sculpted but lithe, filling thewindow and her whole world with his black-hairedhandsomeness. This morning, as each one before, hegrinned at her as his cock rose to greet her withoutputting a finger to himself—just by staring at her—and grinning. Today, he smoked no cigarette butglanced down at his cock as it filled with blue-veineddesire and reached toward her. His long wingedbrows arched as he taunted her with a few pumps ofhis cock, making her cunt juice up as he pulled histhick head to a blunt point and rubbed the tip whendrops of cum appeared. Then, just as his lambenteyes began to close, just as she became breathlessand fearful he would step back into the shadows ofhis condo, she jumped up from the arm of the sofa.“Don’t go,” she pleaded in English, as if he couldhear her.He paused, noting her approach. It wasdifferent, new, to interrupt him.Dee swallowed all her inhibitions and did theone thing she had planned for this morning.She grasped her shirt at the hem, pulled it overher head and threw it aside. Shaking out her longblonde hair so that her fat finger curls drapedaround her naked nipples, she paused to catch herbreath.Did she imagine that he caught his?Yes, he had. He was immobile as a statue,focused on her. She glanced down at how her areolaspointed toward him and she preened, grinning athim.His lush mouth spread wide in delight. And hearched a black brow at her as if to ask, what else?She tipped her head and laughed lightly. Thenshe reached in back of her to flick open the button onher skirt, and in one shimmy, the thing fell to thefloor.She raised her face to view his. And oh, she was
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Cinderella meets a duke, goes to a ball and then goes for a carriage ride in Cerise DeLand's #Regency RENDEZVOUS WITH A DUKE

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  Anna Fournier never intended to fall in love. Not with any man. Especially not a duke. But Hugh Lattimer persists in courting her despite the scandal that surrounds her—and the innuendo that could ruin him.     Can she escape her past and embrace a future as Hugh's duchess? Or will the man who murdered her father ruin her future once and for all?Need a nibble?Of Course you do!Copyright 2014, Cerise DeLand/WJ Power All Rights Reserved.“Your Grace?”Hugh whirled to face his coachman, the wind biting into his hope that Anna would venture out to meet him on such a bitter day.“Yes, Warren. What is it?”The man huddled in his woolen livery, frozen, rubbing his hands together. “We hired the man’s hack for two hours. But the horses are very cold standing as they are, Your Grace. Can I not make a circle of the garden to stir their blood a bit?”“Yes, do.” He could not keep his good servant out in such hideous weather. That was unkind. Unnecessary.He stared down the lane again, narrowing his eyes.She was…There! Coming toward him. It was she in that horrible brown hat and coat.He strode toward her. Then broke into a jog.  His hat bobbed and he whipped it off, tucked it under his arm. “Anna!”She broke into a smile, beaming at him, her pace quickening, her lips tremulous with what? Cold? Fear? Delight?He caught her to him. The thrilling feel of her, her curves to his form, her warmth to his welcome. His lips went to the corner of her eye, the point of her nose and hovered over her lips. “You waited,” she breathed, her words laced with panic, her golden gaze flowing over him with triumph.“I did. I had to hope.”She cupped his jaw. “I apologize for being late. I could not get away.”“But you came. How?”“A hack. And then, I left him at the bridge and walked.”Hugh enveloped her in his arms. “There is no one here to see you or me. It’s too damn cold.”She chuckled, her arms wrapping around his waist as easily as if she belonged to him and he to her. She trained her eyes on his breastplate and ribbons. “But you wore a uniform.”“I did. As you commanded.” He turned to one side and wove her arm through his. “Come, let me get you into a carriage.”“Oh, no.” She hung back. “I cannot. Really, Kendal.”“You’re frozen. So am I. And there beyond,” he said nodding toward Warren who stood with the hack door open, “is my coachman. I hired a vehicle. Did not bring my own.”“You have crests on yours, I suppose,” she said, sounding tentative but walking briskly with him anyway.“Yes, they all do. I would not chance discovery.”“I do appreciate that.”They stopped in front of the hack’s open door. Hugh took both her gloved hands, her fingers cold as icicles. “Few seem to be in the Gardens. I’ll take you if wish. Or you can step into my conveyance, hired especially for this afternoon, and warm yourself with the bricks and the brandy I have tucked inside.”Her eyes, alive with yearning, examined his. Still she hesitated. “I don’t want to walk.”He understood her tentative tone, an objection to the privacy of his coach. “I would never hurt you. If you will do me the honor to climb up in there, we might have an hour or more of good conversation.”“And brandy,” she added with a twinkle in her brilliant eyes.“And bricks.”“I want to.”“Do.”She swallowed, then smiled at Warren with a hint of apology.Hugh told her, “You can sit in one corner and I in the opposite seat.”Acceptance defined her exquisite features. “And here I had imagined us sitting side by side as we did at dinner last night.”If he had envisioned himself as a cave man seizing her, enjoying her, it was nothing to the urge now to grasp her in his arms and take her lips, her heart, her mind and make them his. Reason, somehow, arrested him instead. “Sit wherever you like, my darling. I live to make you smile.”She flowed up to him. Her gloved hands cupping his jaw, she rose on her toes and brushed her lips on his.My god.She undid him. All his noble intentions gone. His earnest statements that he would protect her from his baser urges now hollow.  Still, he could not move, paralyzed with wanting more of her.“You must climb in first,” she told him, an impish glimmer in her eyes. “The better to give me a choice.” He grunted, incapable of words. Then he did as she bade him. Falling back against the far corner of the wooden bench, he shoved his shako to the floor. He watched her as she put one foot upon the block and let Warren take her hand to lead her up inside. And there before him, she met his gaze and waited as Warren shut the coach door. She seemed cast in bronze, unmoving, studying him. Then putting one knee to his bench, she leaned over him, descending to a breath away. “Kiss me, won’t you, Kendal? I’ve dreamed of no one but you for months.”
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How about a MAN in jeopardy for a change? Desiree Holt gives him to you in COLLISION COURSE

I’m always fascinated with kickass heroines, especially those with excellent defense skills and the determination to use them. I myself have a Texas Concealed Carry license and practice frequently with my weapon. I was at the gun range one day, cleaning up my spent cartridges, when the idea of a female sharpshooter came to me. What if she was former law enforcement? And add former military to that. Tough as nails but still feminine and sexy. At a point in her life when she had an indecisive picture of her future and a badly wounded heart. And here comes the man-in-jeopardy, sexy, smart, running for his life and hiding away in her tiny corner of Texas. Would she protect him? Defend him?The idea for Collision Course was born. The gun range where Casey practices looks exactly like the one I use, and the scenery as she heads back to her little town is what I see on the way back to my little town. Connelly, Texas is a carbon of the little Texas town where I live and the Half and Half a takeoff on the place where people in my town gather to eat, drink exotic coffees and tap into WiFi.So, you ask, am I Casey? I sure would like to be.
He's discovered that his boss, international businessman Charles Bennett, is actually dealing in drugs and illegal arms. Killers are on his trail and Tate Buchanan needs a place to hide and use his hacking skills to get the evidence he needs. He finds it in tiny Connelly, Texas, where he also finds hotter than hot Casey McIntyre. After six years with the F.B.I. and four years in Afghanistan marked by a disastrous love affair, Casey is trying to put both her life and her shattered heart back together. Her instincts tell her that the stranger in the family restaurant has trouble on his back but her common sense tells her to stay as far away from him as possible. Of course, common sense never paid attention to combustible chemistry and it's not long before Casey and T.J. (as he now calls himself) are spending every minute together day and night. Can he find the proof he needs before the killers track him down? And when they do, can Casey use all her skills to protect him and keep him safe? A man-in-jeopardy story for a change, where a kickass woman uses all her skills to protect the man she's come to love.
Crack! Crack! Crack!Casey McIntyre fired the last three bullets in her Glock 17G thirteen-round clip, hitting dead in the middle. No center mass for her. All her shots went straight to the head of the silhouette with one hundred percent accuracy. She nodded her head in satisfaction.Since she’d left the service and come home, she started most of her days the same way. She tried to tell herself it was to keep her skills sharp but in reality, anger drove her. She still had so much of it stored up inside her, along with a world of hurt.She trudged to the backstop, nailed up another target and took a black Magic Marker from her jeans pocket. In big letters she wrote a P and an M on the head, making them as bold as possible. At the shooting table again, she reloaded her Glock and checked to verify her H&K P30 had a full clip. The two guns were her personal weapons, much like the ones she’d been issued when she’d been attached to the Special Ops unit in Afghanistan.She adjusted her ball cap, yanking at the ponytail poking out through the opening in back. Putting on her ear protectors and safety glasses, she picked up the Glock and sighted.Bam!Again the first shot drilled a hole in the center of the head.Die, Paul Marsden. You asshole. Rat bastard. User.The next three shots, in rapid succession, stitched a straight line down the torso. With defiant satisfaction, she emptied the rest of the clip into the genital area, blowing a nice round hole in his package. The act gave her the first real sense of wiping away the past and taking control of her life since she’d come home. She had to suppress an urge to lift the gun and blow on the barrel the way old-time gunfighters did.Reloading the clip, she fired again. By the time she’d finished, she’d gone through two more and the silhouette hung in shreds and tatters. Wiping her hands on her jeans, she tore the target down and replaced it with another. Again she marked it with initial­s—A.A.S.—and drew a circle around them with a vicious stroke. Then she picked up the Heckler & Koch, settling the familiar grip into the palm of her hand.This time when she sighted, she aimed for center mass and unloaded the entire clip without pausing between shots. Reloading with rapid speed, she fired in the same pattern, over and over again, until she’d used all the .45mm ammo and left a hole in the silhouette big enough to drive a small car through. By then her arms were quivering, her body covered with sweat. Sitting on the bench at the loading table she forced herself to slow her breathing and her racing pulse before policing her brass and packing away her gear.Shooting the ghost of her former lover had been cathartic but not half as satisfying as destroying the target marked A.S.S.—Col. Aaron Sherman Smart.Good initials for him. They suited bastard that he turned out to be. A sanctimonious son of a bitch.
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Jane Austen and I rewrote SENSE AND SENSIBILITY! Very, very sexy version!

Jane would have liked
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Did Jane know about...shhhh...sex?
I helped her out in this new version of SENSE AND SENSIBILITY. Be Warned! This is erotic romance, Austen style! Her words with my insertions!

SENSE AND SENSIBILITY:      The Dashwood sisters love too passionately, without reciprocal feelings from the men they adore. But lust can change a man.
Tickled! Color me tickled that I am adding to Jane Austen’s SENSE AND SENSIBILITY with the erotic twists she might have forgotten to include.
S AND S is about two sisters who fall in love and in lust with men who are so well matched for them that trouble ensues. Yes, trouble!
For example, the younger sister has the hots to a dude named WILLOUGHBY. Handsome and witty, he dances attendance upon her and then one day, he puts her in his carriage, leaves the country party in the dust and takes Marianne to his aunt’s home. A Big No-No to do in 1811.
And here is what happens between them: Copyright, 2012-2013, Jane Austen and Cerise DeLand.The carriages were then ordered; Willoughby's was first, and Marianne never looked happier than when she got into it. He drove through the park very fast, and they were soon out of sight; the entire party, save Elinor, laughing at their departure.Marianne exulted in Willoughby’s dashing act. Curling her arm through his as he drove, she settled against him. “I daresay, my dear girl, I feel your body purring like a cat’s.”Gazing up at his striking face, she admired his roguish beauty and the fact that he was hers. “When I am with you, I am a cat.”He reigned the horses to a halt and caught her against him. “I like you wild and clawing at me. Shall I encourage you to do that?”She tossed him a saucy glance, her shoulder up, her chin to one side. “Do as you will, Willoughby. I am yours.”Capturing her hand, he pressed it to his chest. But she was not satisfied with so staid a sample of his charms, she trailed her hand downward to his flies where her fingers cupped his swollen flesh and kneaded his manly attributes. “I say,” he gasped, his hand covering hers, “You are a minx. I lose my breath, my mind.”She arched a brow. “But not your erection.”“Never. Not with you in my reach.”“I pray you, show me this proud declaration of your regard for me.”“No. You are but a girl.”“Your girl, you rogue.” She massaged his cock and balls. “This package must be unwrapped.” She worked at his buttons and soon his red warrior stood straight up, the helmet bold and proud, droplets of delights oozing from his slit. “Oh, this is quite perfect, Willoughby. I have never seen anything so tall and thick. Oh. And he moves! He jerks for me. Shall I reward him?”“Do, do,” Willoughby encouraged her, sighing and biting his lower lip. “He awaits your fine touch.”She rubbed her thumb over the pearls dribbling from his seam. “He gives more and more. I am enchanted, Willoughby. What more can I do to show him my enthusiasm?”“Kiss him.”“Oh,” she enthused and bent to the act. “He is luscious. Hot and hard, the skin soft and yet so malleable. How do you do this, Willoughby?”Laughing, he collapsed backward to the seat and let her have her way. “It is natural, my pet. I give all to you. That is my fondest pleasure.”“Do you, dear sir?” Teasing him, she kissed his cock once more, licking her lips between her blessings to his member.  “Show me your aunt’s house then.” She took all of his fine manhood down her throat, hearing him groan his approval of her act.“Shall I?” he seemed to ask himself more than her.“Of course. We need more…roomfor our pleasures, would you not say?” She let her eyes dance at him. The merry idea of a couch, a bed, a carpeted floor to lay him down and suck on his marvellous member filled her heart with rapture.“I do, I do.” He pushed her up from him, fumbling to button his flies. “I need to have your mouth on me until completion.”“Completion?” She sat back, allowing him his haste and preening that she had led him to it, even though her breasts ached and her lower body pulsed with need of him. “What is that?”He caught her chin. “Heaven.”“Take me there,” she entreatied him. “Now.”* * * * *VISIT http://www.cerisedeland.com for more fabulous Regency titles by Cerise! And if like contemporaries too, Cerise has SEALs, Delta Force, CEOs and hot cowboys for your pleasure! Find Cerise: Cerise's website: http://cerisedeland.com Cerise's Blog: http://cerisedeland.blogspot.com Like me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cerisedeland...Follow me on Twitter: @cerisedeland Goodreads: Cerise DeLand Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/frenchcherryred  

HOMETOWN HEROES and Pets for Vets! Sabrina York does another great book!

     Presenting a contemporary romance bundle of 16 novels with happily-ever-after endings, including previously published readers' favorites and brand-new material from USA Today  Melissa Schroeder, Lucy Monroe, and Nancy Warren, NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Sabrina York along with bestselling and award-winning authors: Allie K. Adams, Destiny Blaine, Cathryn Cade, Jami Davenport, Kate Davies, Taryn Elliott/Cari Quinn, Rachel Grant, Sandy James, Adrianne Lee, Hildie McQueen, Katy Regnery and Sandy SullivanBestselling Authors:
All proceeds for this charity bundle go to Pets for Vets—saving unwanted pets and providing support to our troops.

HOMETOWN HEROES--HOTTER EVER AFTER

They’re all hometown heroes, guys from small towns who’ve made a name for themselves, big or small, who’ve withstood the odds and risen to the challenge, who are heroes in their own right. Now, these sixteen stories are available in a single bundle for a limited time at the discounted price of $1.99. All proceeds from this bundle benefit the Pets for Vets charity.Preorder: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N06ORVE

Heartbreak on a Stick by Sabrina York When A-List movie star Jason Sherwood returns to the hometown that once rejected him, he has one goal in mind: Getting revenge on the woman who broke his heart so many years ago. But when he discovers his assumptions about her were wrong, he only wants to win her back. Hopefully, it’s not too late.Gina Fox has always pined for her high school lover…and now he has returned, turning her world upside down. But life isn’t as simple now as it was then. And she can’t get over the fact that Jason walked away from her without a word. When he launches a sultry seduction, she tries, with everything in her, to resist…because at his core, Jason is nothing but heartbreak on a stick. Read an excerpt:
“Gina.”Hell. Even now, she heard his voice, dancing on the breeze.“Gina.”Louder now. More substantive.Her heart lurched. Her head swung around. She stared.Oh shit.This was not a fantasy or her imagination or even a wish. He was here.She scrambled to her feet and brushed off her butt, forcing her knees to lock, even though they wobbled. “Jace— Um, Jason.”He was tall. Much taller than he’d been. And broad. His shoulders were breathtaking. And his muscles—muscles the boy had not had, honed through years of working out for parts, no doubt—filled his tight black T-shirt. She ripped her gaze away from the tantalizing bulges to the lines of his face. Gawd. Tantalizing there too. His lips—which she remembered, tasted still—full and lush. His dark eyes were fringed with sinful lashes. The scar on his right eyebrow, the dimples, the curve of his cheek.It was difficult to breathe.“I-I didn’t expect to see you here.”He smiled and something in her gut quivered. “I didn’t expect to see you.” He took a step closer. And another. “You… look good.” His throat worked.“You, ah, you too.” Good was not the word.She’d drooled over the TV screen Sunday nights when Blood Curse came on—the few times she’d dared to watch. Jason as a tormented vampire was irresistible. But his screen persona was nothing to his presence here now. He was like a beautiful spider’s web, luring her closer for one more glance when she knew, if she came too close, she would be trapped, consumed.Her instincts told her to run.She resolved not to. She resolved to face him. And be…civil.To that end, she smiled. It was a light, flippant smile. It cost her. “Aren’t you supposed to be having a parade or something?”A shadow passed over his features, as though he didn’t care for her blasé air. “Or something.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.“You really shouldn’t miss it.”“Shouldn’t I?” He got that tone, the one he used to get when he was feeling rebellious and truculent. He’d never used it on her before.“Eden will be devastated.”“Oh, well, God forbid I disappoint Eden Ames.” He strolled around her, taking her in, though she turned with him because it seemed the prudent thing to do. One did not turn one’s back on a petulant panther.“She dislikes being disappointed.”This seemed to annoy him. The muscle in his cheek tightened and bunched. He leaned in and hissed, “Fuck Eden Ames. Fuck all of them.”She didn’t know why she lurched back. His vehemence, perhaps, the heat of his breath, or the vitriol. But she lurched back and kept going, as he followed, until she backed into a tree.He loomed over her, far too close. And Lord, yes. He was much taller. He smelled the same though, like musk and man and Jason. She’d missed his scent. She’d missed it so much she was tempted to close her eyes and just breathe it in, fill her lungs with him until she could hold no more.But she couldn’t close her eyes. Her gaze was riveted to his.Tension crackled and spit between them.When he edged closer, she set a hand on his chest. To hold him back. Probably. His heart thudded beneath her palm.He was harder than he used to be. Oh, physically, certainly, but in other ways as well. There was a coldness in his eyes she’d never seen before.It frightened her. And thrilled her.She flinched when he lifted a hand and cupped her cheek. His touch was warm, gentle. He didn’t say anything, just stared at her, which was unnerving. But when he spoke, his words were more unnerving still, though whispered as they were. “Dear God, Gina, how are you even prettier?”“I—”He didn’t let her answer. His mouth closed over hers in a heated rush. A dizzying hunger snarled through her as she tasted him on her tongue. Yes, her soul cried, yes! Yes!He moved closer, pressing her against the tree, sealing their bodies and their mouths and ravishing her with an unleashed passion.She’d forgotten. Well, maybe not forgotten, but certainly released her hold on the memory. It was far too painful to live without him. To wake up every day knowing her life was devoid of the brilliance he brought.Now it all came rushing back in a scorching tide, swamping her, spinning her about and sweeping her quickly toward the oblivion of the fall.His kiss was a tumult. It was passion and need and wild frenzy. It was lips and teeth and tongues. It was murmured whispers and muffled moans.He shoved his fingers through her hair to hold her still, then tipped her head and ate his way down to her neck, to nuzzle her there as he once had done. To make her wild and mad. To make her succumb when she really knew better.She knew better now. She knew where this could lead, what catastrophe they taunted.And the true tragedy?She didn’t care.She didn’t care that this could ruin her, devastate her, burn her up from the inside out.She didn’t care.Kiss me. Take me. Destroy me.

Read about the collection:A LITTLE HARMLESS SEX by USA Today author Melissa Schroeder--When Anna falls for her best friend Max, it might be true love, or the biggest mistake of her life.

CHANGE THE GAME by USA Today author Lucy Monroe--Alex is looking for revenge. Isabel is looking for a relationship without those pesky things called emotions. Neither will get what they're looking for, but a whole lot more!

WILD RIDE (Changing Gears, Book 1) by USA Today author Nancy Warren--Trouble is piling up in the small town of Swiftcurrent, Oregon with hints of a treasure missing since WWII, a motorcycle riding bad boy history prof, a sexy librarian and a murder. It all adds up to a very Wild Ride.

HEARTBREAK ON A STICK by USA Today and New York Times author Sabrina York--When the man
who broke her heart ten years ago suddenly returns to town—a hot shot movie star—Gina Fox is determined to avoid him. But for some reason, Jason Sherwood is pursuing her again.

MADRONA SUNSET by bestselling author Jami Davenport--Meet a wounded warrior suffering from paralyzing guilt and woman pining for her dead husband--both damaged souls craving comfort for a moment or a lifetime.

BRACE FOR IMPACT by bestselling author Allie K. Adams--Bush pilot Reid Cavanaugh’s life is turned upside down when he takes a fare that ends up driving his plane into the ground and him into the danger surrounding her.

HONORABLE SACRIFICE by bestselling author Destiny Blaine--Hired to protect an affluent family with embarrassing secrets, Audra McAllister doesn’t believe in love until she reconnects with a small-town hero willing to risk everything to win Audra’s heart.

SHE'S WORTH IT ALL by bestselling author Cathryn Cade--Mase Barnett is a hometown hero with a secret. Natalie Cusco has a broken heart only a strong man can heal. Will this wounded hero risk everything to show her she's worth it all?

DECEIVING DANTE by award-winning author Kate Davies—A stolen car on her front lawn. A sexy cop - looking to arrest her favorite student. A principal ready to fire her. Could Ellie's Monday get any worse?

ROCK, RATTLE AND ROLL by USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn and bestselling author Taryn Elliott--A beachfront cottage, hours of alone time, and plenty of skin-on-skin action is just what the rock star and his new wife ordered—until the future comes much quicker than they expected.

GRAVE DANGER by Golden Heart finalist Rachel Grant--An archaeologist digs up a murder victim in a Northwest archaeological site and must help the hunky local police chief solve the crime before she becomes the next victim.

TURNING THIRTY-TWELVE by award-winning author Sandy James--Jackie Delgado didn't want a new man in her life until a dreaded blind date with police detective Mark Brennan turns out to be more exciting
than she'd ever imagined.

HIS ONLY DESIRE by Adrianne Lee--Nick Rossetti married the wrong twin sister. Will the right one ever forgive him?  Not if her stalker has his way.

EVEN HEROES CRY by Hildie McQueen--War widow Tesha Washington slowly draws Adam Ford out of the shell that used to be a man, and learns there really is such a thing as starting over.

THE VIXEN & THE VET by bestselling author Katy Regnery--In a Beauty & the Beast reboot, an ambitious reporter tracks down a wounded war vet for a scoop and ends up falling in love with him instead.

TROUBLE WITH A COWBOY by Sandy Sullivan--Can some slashed tires and an ornery bull bring two hard-headed people together for some fun in the sun...and a little more?PREORDER IT NOW! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00N06ORVELike our Facebook Page for Updates! https://www.facebook.com/hometownheroescharitybundle
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3 to 4 million dogs and cats are euthanized each year. These dogs can make excellent companion animals but never have that chance. Pets for Vets believes that companion animals can be a life-saving therapy that many U.S servicemen and women need.
About Sabrina York Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York, is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author of hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy to scorching erotic romance.  Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazonor wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!
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There is nothing like a #SEAL, nothing in this world! #SEALs GOING HOT!

Have you read this series yet? DO! All have 5 STAR reviews and they make your heart sing!
Done with my pals, Desiree Holt, Samantha Cayto and Brenna Zinn, these guys rock the night...and the day when they find the one they love!
And if you are looking for my book on Amazon and you don't see the lady?
Yeah, well, that's because Amazon put that cover in its HIDDEN EROTICA JAIL for awhile...making it impossible to find and buy easily!
Here is NERO for Amazon all by himself.
So yeah, it's okay to have a naked male torso but not a female?
   Tony Nero is a SEAL going home for July 4th weeken to see his family and the woman he has tried to forget for more than a decade!   On leave due to an injury, Navy SEAL Tony Nero heads home for a little R&R and some Fourth of July fun. When his buddy’s widow Cass Phillips picks him up at the air station, Tony figures he’s in for a sexually frustrating few days. He’s had the hots for the blonde siren for years, but his best friend won her heart first. Even though Ray’s been gone more than a year, Tony bets Cass isn’t interested in any man. Not him. And especially not another SEAL.   Cass has a bone to pick with longtime friend, Tony. After her husband died, he was the closest thing her little boy had to a father figure. His visits stopped abruptly and her son doesn't understand why. Neither does she. She's also unable to quench her growing need for the tough and tender man. She's already loved and lost one SEAL, but that doesn't stop her from burning for Nero. Need a nibble of Cerise’s newest cherry? Of course you do! Copyright 2014, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.    Wild to leave, Cass headed through the French doors. Across the patio to the lawn, she sank in the lush grass. Catching herself time and again from turning an ankle, she strode toward the boathouse.   She stayed there whenever she visited, not wishing to sleep in the room she and Ray had shared when   Ray was alive. Jon still slept up at the main house with his grandparents, thinking it a vacation from Mommy and ordinary restrictions. Tonight, Cass needed the solitude the hideaway offered.   The moon was bright and she made her way quickly. She got to the steps before Tony’s hand grasped her wrist, the strength of the man she wished to escape halting her in her tracks.   “Stop. Cass, stop.”   “No.” No, she would not cry or beg or scream. She couldn’t demean herself like that. She took a step, but the giant in her path caught her against him. With just one arm, Tony could trap her.Against his formidable body, against her better judgment, she wanted to simply stand there, never move.   He crushed her close, nearer than he ever had before, and she felt the power of his presence. His one good hand pressed her fully against him, then glided down her spine to press her hips to his. She caught her breath. He was hard. And he wanted her.   She turned to leave.   “Stay. Stay.”   She shook her head, her gaze beyond him. “Let me go, Tony.”   “I don’t want to.” He lifted her chin with his injured hand. “Look at me.”   Bravery was her forte. Hell, she’d been a warrior’s wife. To face this one was easy peasy. Right?   She met his gaze.    Not the viper, not the seducer, not her friend, this man gazed down at her and absorbed her distress with sympathetic eyes. “You don’t want to go, either.”   “I couldn’t watch—” Oh, lord. Had she really blurted that? She was botching this.   “She came on to me, Cass.”    She stared at him, caught between delight at his words and regret at her. If she had more nerve, she could own up to wanting him. If she weren’t so stuck in her friendship rut, she could make a move on him. Was her pride more important than finding out if he could care for her as more than a friend?     “Listen to me.” He stroked the small of her back. “I didn’t encourage her. Why would I, Cass?” His last words were so raw, she barely heard them. But the sorrow in them thrilled her and she looked up at him again. “Why would I when I just want to be with you? Tell you how I loved your song and dance with Jon. Praise you and say you are the finest mother, babe. Why would I want to be with her when you’re the one I want to talk to? Huh? Tell me.”   She was speechless with joy.   He cradled her near him as if she were fragile china. The feel of him was heaven, like coming home to a safe place she’d never known existed. He dropped kisses to the crown of her hair and his gentleness stunned her so that she wrapped her arms around his waist and burrowed into him.   He groaned and stepped out of her embrace.   Unbalanced, she stumbled.    But he clasped her hand and pulled her along, striding like a mercenary on a mission toward the front door of her boathouse. At the threshold, he halted, dropped her hand and looked down at her, a muscle in his jaw jumping. “Invite me inside, Cass.”   An order, a metaphor, a plea. His words were all of them and she reveled in their potential. In one lunge, she swept open the screen door and pulled him inside.    He whirled her against the inside wall, pinning her there with his body and cupping her throat. “Tell me why I’m here.”   Words would be too much, too soon. She’d show him. She undulated against him, this man she had watched and wanted for months now. Wrapping her arms around him, she brushed her mouth against the corded column of his throat, nuzzling the hollow beneath his Adam’s apple. She parted her lips to taste the musk of his very healthy body. She rose on her toes, pulling him closer, nestling her puckered lips into the hollow beneath his cheekbones. She slid her mouth to his and he waited, still as stone, letting her lead.   Ah, god. She had hungered for this decadent taste of him for so long. She’d been so careful to tease apart her motives. Tony was kind, caring, no clone of Ray. No substitute either. She wanted him for his sweet, bad self. Could he want her because she was different from any other woman he took to bed? She paused to examine him.   “Don’t stop now. What’s in your eyes is too raw to be best friends with benefits.” He grabbed a fistful of her curls and yanked her head gently. “I won’t trespass. Our ties are too old, too strong. So, whatever I’m here for say it, or I’m leaving and we forget this ever happened.”   “Stay.” She took his mouth as if she were a dying woman, needing only the succor he gave. His lips were firm and willing. She grabbed him by the shirt, yearning to hold all of him, lose herself inside  him. “I want all of you.”   “Since when?”   “Months and months.”   Growling, he pressed flush against her from chest to thighs He seized her lips, bestowing sizzling kisses, grazing her tender flesh, scouring her mind. He sent his tongue inside the cavern of mouth and probed and plunged, fierce, claiming and testing. She mewled.   Breathless, he yanked away. “I’m hurting you.”   “No.” She curled her hands around his neck and drew his mouth once more to hers. “I need you to need me like that.”   “Christ, baby.” He sucked on her lips. “I’m trying not to gobble you up.”  “Damn. You’d better.”   He stopped, surprise living in his gaze, feral, dominant. This was that other Nero. Predator. Marauder. The sight of him in his splendor made her knees quiver. “What else can I do for you?”   When had any man ever asked her that? She licked her lips. “Multiple orgasms.”   He nodded, grinning. “Your wish is my command.”   Helpless joy flooded her. She’d grown so tired of Ray’s selfishness, she’d questioned any man’s desire to satisfy her in bed or out. The one man she had opened her legs for last year had turned out to be a total dud. All slap and tickle, full of sound and fury signifying nothing but meh. “You can deliver, huh?”   “Complain to me at any time,” Tony whispered with such utter compassion, that she realized he understood she lacked inspired loving. “One rule though,” he said against her mouth, his hand stroking her spine.
  To have this man in her bed, inside her, this man to roll with and rock with? Oh, yes. Yes. “Name it.” BUY LINKS!
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BANGKOK NOIR, erotic thriller from Lisabet Sarai! A treat from a fabulous author!

Welcome marvelous author, Lisabet Sarai with her newest, an erotic thriller!Bangkok, Thailand,has a split personality.It is famed forits glittering temples,vibrant street markets,deliciously fiery cuisineand abundant hospitality.At the same time,its go-go bars andsex shows, transvestitecabarets and readyflesh for hire havegiven the city arather sleazy reputation as oneof the sin capitalsof the world.  A seam of darkness runs through Bangkok, flowing slow and deep as the Chao Phraya River that winds its way through the City of Angels.
The reality,of course, is farmore complex than eitherstereotype. I knowthe city fairly well,having lived therefor two years duringthe nineties and visitedoften in the yearssince. My firstnovel, Raw Silk,celebrates the exotic,sensual side ofBangkok. Kate, theexpat heroine, finds herselfas dazzled by theopulent glamor ofher royally-connected loveras she is bythe tender ferocityof her tattooedMaster. 
My new release,an erotic thrillerentitled Bangkok Noir ,  explores the seamierside: sex for sale,official corruption,violent crime. It includes M/f, F/f and femdom scenes, as well as some real violence (though not in the context of sexual arousal).
Diana Fanning,aka the Professor,runs The Academy,the only genuine BDSMbar in Bangkok.She's the first personpolice colonel ApichatWeeranwongsakul consultswhen a bar girlturns up brutallymurdered, tightly bound,with clamped nipples andevery orifice stuffed withsex toys. The colonelfigures the killermight be one ofher customers. Buthe has his ownsecrets. He needsDiana to satisfy hisshameful dreams ofbeing beaten and abused.Meanwhile, a mysteriousAmerican named Samstalks Nok, thelovely natural dominantwho is the Professor'sstar performer. Nokis used to beingthe one in charge.She can't understandwhy she craves thediscipline Sam administers.

As more women areslaughtered, always inkinky circumstances, theProfessor finds herselfin an exclusiveworld catering to theperversions of Bangkok'swealthy and well-connected.Simultaneously looking forevidence and satisfyingher own lusts, shedoesn't realize untiltoo late that thepower she's used towielding won't saveher from becomingthe serial murderer'snext victim.
Here’s anexcerpt, in thevoice of Nok, one of the Professor’s star dancers.
****My heart was beating so hard that it hurt. When I finished my dancing time, I ran into the toilet and splashed some water on my face. I crouched down, my back against the wall, listening to the chatter of the other girls. My eyes closed, I tried to follow my breathing, the way the monks taught me. All I could see was the faranglooking at me, with that X-ray stare of his, like something from a science fiction movie. I stayed in the bathroom for as long as I could. I knew Ajarn would notice if I was gone too long. Finally, I had to go back out. I peeked out from behind the curtains, trying to see if he was still there. When I saw that his seat was empty, I sighed with relief. I headed toward the bar to get a Coke. My throat was tight and dry. Then I felt a hand on my arm. It was him. His skin was so cool, it made me shiver."Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. His voice was kind, and made me think of music. Still, I felt something like terror. He stared at me without blinking. Now it was me who had to look away. Ajarn was on the other side of the room, watching us. I couldn't refuse."Thank you, sir. Just a moment. I go get a Coke, come back right away.""Let me go with you," he said smoothly. He took my arm and walked me to the bar. After we got our drinks, he guided me to a table in the corner. "Sit," he ordered. I didn't want to, not really. But what could I do? I clicked my glass against his. "Chok dee," I said. "Good luck to you."  His smile made me feel like I had eaten a meal of live butterflies. "Same to you. What's your name?""My name Nok. What your name?""You can call me Sam," he said. "Nok is bird, right?"I nodded. He brushed my long hair off my shoulders and down my back. Then he took my chin in his hand. He raised my eyes to meet his again. I felt like I was captured. Trapped."Very appropriate. You're as delicate and airy as a sparrow." I thought of those caged birds they sell at the temples. You set the birds free to make merit, but they always return to their masters.Without warning, he kissed me. His lips were as soft as his voice, at least at first. I thought I should stop him, though. I tried to pull away. His right hand held my mouth against his. His left arm wrapped around my waist. I couldn't move. So I gave up. I let him slide his tongue into my mouth and suck the breath from me. The funny thing was, as soon as I gave in to him, I began to like it. He smelled like soap and expensive cologne. He tasted like his whiskey. I could feel that he was strong, much stronger than he looked, with his slim body and fancy clothes. He kissed me harder, biting my lip. I felt like I was melting. He let go of my chin and played with my breasts through the stretchy mesh. My sex was on fire against the hot, sticky leather.Suddenly, he pinched one of my nipples, digging in his fingernails. His mouth smothered my cry of surprise and pain. After the pain, though, I felt amazing pleasure, shooting up my spine like lightning.  "You like that, Nok." My English is only so-so, but I could tell he wasn't asking a question. He was telling me. And he was right. I was terribly embarrassed. I wanted him to do it again.****
BangkokNoir is asdark as its name.But it’s veryhot. If you enjoymoderately extreme BDSMin an exotic setting,pick up your copytoday.
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