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February 28, 2017
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February 25, 2017
A Touch of Pink & A Glint of Gold - Author Young's travels in France
���My dear, I���m taking you to a treasure trove,��� I announced to my beloved before morning breakfast.
���What treasure trove,��� he replied.
"Le March�� aux Puces de Saint-Ouen,��� I remarked with an air of imperiousness as if I knew a secret he didn���t.
Walter implored, ���Le March�� what?���
I answered sardonically, ���You silly, March�� aux puces is French for flea market, and Le March�� aux Puces de Saint-Ouen is the biggest and most famous flea market in Paris.���
���Oh! Well! Let���s go,��� he chirped.
As we serpentine our way into the labyrinth of St.-Ouen, through arrays of ���Alice in Wonderland��� accoutrements with rotting 17th century paintings sitting astride carousel horses, Victorian birdcages hanging on makeshift canopies and faded French romance novels stacked against one another, not to mention a lot of fabulous old telephones; we finally arrived on hallowed ground.
Permanent structures that housed genuine French antiques, exquisite artworks, historic furnishings, and an embarrassment of vintage haute couture, displayed proudly and broached by fascinating vendors; Walter pronounced, ���I���m starving.���
As we sat devouring croque-monsieurs, pain au chocolat and consuming cups of caf�� au laits, I reminisced. ���I was introduced to this bazaar by Driss, the handsome French/Moroccan male model. Remember him in A HAREM BOY���S SAGA ��� III ��� DEBAUCHERY?���
���Ooh l�� l�� mon ch��ri! I remember sexy Driss all right,��� my ���hubby��� exclaimed.
���You���ll read more about him in book V ��� METANOIA. Besides being a model, he was also an interior designer when we met in 1967. I���m sure he���s retired now and living a life of luxury,��� I commented.
���Is that why you brought me here? To show me your old haunts,��� Walter quipped.
���I brought you here so we can return to purchase furnishings when we move to the South of France,��� I declared before we continued scouring Le March�� aux Puces de Saint-Ouen for the rest of that morning .
Bernard Foong (aka Young)
A Harem Boy���s Saga; a memoir by Young
(a 5 ��� 7 book autobiographical series)
A Harem Boy's Saga (series) - Film Option Agreement signed with UK Film production company.
February 18, 2017
In Search of Brasserie Montmartre - Author Young's travels in France
���Where is this blooming caf��?��� Walter huffed, as we climbed the long staircase, along narrow byways, alleyways and out of the way Montmartre neighborhoods; in search of the charming caf�� I once had a candid conversation with the proprietor.
We were out of breath and dying of thirst by the time we were midway from Sacr�� C��ur. My otherwise patient ���hubby��� was not a happy camper. That was when I spotted a brasserie that faintly resembled the caf�� I couldn���t remember its name.
A server, in black with a white apron greeted us, as soon as we plonked ourselves on the outdoor chairs, ���Bonjour! Bonne journ��e Messieurs!���
I could not recall where I had seen this waiter until he spoke, ���Hello! I remember you. You���re a writer. You were here several years ago, and told me about your books.���
I stared at the man agape by his recognition. He resumed, ���I read all three of A Harem Boy���s Saga books. I���m now on book IV ��� TURPITUDE.���
He gave me a naughty wink. ���You are a good writer,��� he added.
I continued to gaze at him speechless. He continued, ���I remember you. You wore a floor length dragonfly brocade coat the last time we met. Your ensemble struck to my mind throughout the years.���
I finally expressed, ���You read and is reading my memoirs?���
���Of course, you told me about your harem life the last time you were here. They are remarkable stories.��� he declared. ���I had to read your memoirs.���
My beloved, who had thus far remained silent, spoke, ���We���ve been searching for your caf�� for a long time. Bernard couldn���t remember the name.��� He paused before he opined, ���And I���m dying of thirst.���
The Frenchman gave a hearty laugh before he responded, ���Yes monsieur, what will you like?���
���A glass of cabernet sauvignon,��� my beloved requested.
���And you sir?��� the proprietor inquired of me.
���A cup of Darjeeling please,��� I replied.
We chatted amiably with my Cambridge educated fan while we sat sipping wine and tea.
When it came time for us to leave, the Frenchman asserted, ���I���m honored to be acquainted with an accomplished author and I look forward to seeing INITIATION, the movie.
���Will it be premiering at the Cannes Film Festival?���
I answered wittily, ���I hope so. If not Cannes, it���ll be Hollywood.���
Before Walter and I departed to watch the enchanting sunset on butte Montmartre from Basilique du Sacr�� C��ur, we thanked the brasserie owner for the complimentary beverages he had so kindly conferred upon us.
Bernard Foong (aka Young)
A Harem Boy���s Saga; a memoir by Young
(a 5 ��� 7 book autobiographical series)
A Harem Boy's Saga (series) - Film Option Agreement signed with UK Film production company.
February 17, 2017
The Arrangement (Pleasing the Manwhore, #1) by Jenna Fox
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Book Title: The Arrangement (Pleasing the Manwhore, #1)
Author: Jenna Fox @jennafoxrox
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: January 12, 2017
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**NOTE TO READERS: For audiences who enjoy the Fifty Shades/alpha billionaire fantasy. This is a M/f romance contains an age difference���a younger woman involved with a much OLDER, JEALOUS and CONTROLLING man. If you find elements of stalking, spankings, and submission/domination themes unappealing, then you will need to move on.
I wasn���t supposed to need him���
But I did.
I wasn���t supposed to crave the smell of his skin and require the very air he breathed���
But somehow I found I couldn���t breathe without him.
I was only supposed to provide physical pleasure and shove my emotions to the side, not allowing love a place into the equation.
He wasn���t supposed to own me. Heart, mind, body and soul. My God, I was such a fool to think I could go along with this arrangement and not involve my heart.
Synopsis:
Taffi Watkins only wanted to escape an abusive home when she fled a small Texas town. She had dreams of starting a new life. A better life.
Those big city lights seemed to shine so brightly when she stepped off that bus, but soon she discovered the pursuing of her dream had also been the worst mistake of her life.
And then came Sullivan Cooper.
In the blink of an eye he made all of her troubles disappear. He accepted her and brought her into his world of fast cars and fancy clothes. Immersed in Mr. Cooper���s universe of unbridled passion, Taffeta forgot he was twenty-five years older than her as he introduced her to his brand of pleasure and pain.
Taffi only thought she knew pain, until Sullivan Cooper taught her better.
#MeettheAuthor
Jenna Fox is a multi-published, bestselling author residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a dominating alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.
Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Fox is a listener of 80���s rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she���s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
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#Excerpt
I sat in the music room, thinking of her and staring at the black piano glittering under the light of the chandelier. The depleted bottle of cognac resting beside my foot was a casualty of the war I���d fought to lose myself in an alcohol haze. From the sound system, a sonata seemed to mourn with me until the emptiness raged like a caged lion, testing the bars of my prison.
My God, she said she loved me...
And I could say nothing as the pain in her eyes tore me to pieces.
Dammit, the cognac wasn���t doing its job. It wasn���t pushing away the ache. The void I���d felt when her taxi drove away only seemed worse. Then her words ate at my heart like hot acid.
I���I���m in love with you.
I���d rejected her feelings. I knew Taffi wasn���t completely happy here, but I didn���t think she���d leave. Why didn���t I realize the money and the car wouldn���t be enough to make her stay? She wasn���t like the others. Privileged and self-centered. I���d known charmers, women who could intimidate the hell out of the President, but none of them had known pain or trepidation. Taffi���s life had been filled with rejection and fear, yet somehow she���d reached inside and connected with my fears.
This whole situation had blindsided me. I was unprepared, terrified to hear she���d fallen in love with me. After Alexandria, I swore I���d never get close to another woman, but the young thing who���d just walked out the door hours before had a power over me. She���d made me feel more alive than I had in years. And now that she was gone, the need for the spark she���d put back into my life burned hotter. She���d melted away the ice that had become a part of my DNA, and dammit to hell, she���d made me care.
I tried to divert my thoughts from her, but the loneliness kept pummeling me. Without the ice around my heart, the pain sliced right through my chest, piercing my soul. I needed to feel her warmth, her soft skin beneath my hands. Hear her tiny moans as she came. Kiss her so hard it hurt���
But she wasn���t coming back.
It was late, but I couldn���t turn in and get a good night���s rest. I was desperate to feel something good, something sexual. I went to the liquor cabinet, reflecting on what to do when I thought of one willing party who would take off the edge. The young college aged woman from the club had left the option open to call on her if I was looking for an adventure. She was an introvert who loved living out her fantasies in private. I���d been with her before; she understood my rules and her social status as a senator���s daughter demanded rigid confidentiality.
When I called her, she was agreeable, even excited, and, when she arrived at my door I was graced with a big smile. For a moment my heart ceased to beat. The smile was the look of wholesome innocence. The green tint in her eyes was familiar, and her hair was the right shade of blonde.
She reminded me of Taffi.
I couldn���t wait to fuck her.
Then hold and kiss her���
Because I needed and wanted. A substitute was better than nothing.
I���d told her what to wear and she���d come the way I requested. A white button-up shirt and black pencil skirt. Holding a basket with a bottle of wine and two glasses, she winked. ���I remembered your favorite.���
I ushered her into the music room and filled our glasses. We sat for a spell, and when our short conversation drifted into an agreeable silence, I held out my hand prompting her to stand.
The last time I was with her, another party was involved, but she remembered how I liked to do things. Smirking, she strutted around the piano, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. Cocking a hip, she leaned against the instrument, raising her skirt to reveal a tempting amount of thigh. ���I���ll do anything you want, Mr. Cooper.���
What I wanted had returned to Arlenbach, and if this young lady knew she was only a substitute, she wouldn���t have cared. We were consenting adults. She was benefitting from this encounter as much as me���acting out her fantasies. And I was looking for a determent from the misery that had become me.
The slight bend to her lips broadened into a smile as I moved toward her. I reached around her head, grabbing a handful of hair. Holding my lips just inches from hers, she moaned, ���Kiss me.���
Fulfilling her request, I went to press my lips to hers, but the green glint I caught in her eyes again caused me to come to a breathless stop.
Taffi.
At that moment, my need grew into something stronger than I could control or wanted to control. Continuing the seduction, I pressed her harder against the piano, her lips burning on mine. Her encouragement to deepen the kiss elicited the image of Taffi and I together in my bed. I held the fantasy in my mind until my whole body burned. My cock lengthened, hardening as I reached around her back, pulling her into me. The face of the woman I truly wanted held strong in my mind as my hands slid beneath the hem of the substitute���s skirt.
Having followed my instructions of wearing a garter without panties, she opened her legs granting me access. Taffi, I thought, visualizing that beautiful face again, imagining her slim arms around me as I darted my tongue in the substitute���s mouth, tasting the wine. Tasting the bitterness of regret.
I���d sent her running.
She wasn���t coming back.
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The Angel Alejandro by Alistair Cross
The Angel Alejandro
From bestselling author Alistair Cross comes a forbidden tale of love and redemption, of good and evil, and those who dare to stand up to Hell itself.
Angel or Demon?
Naive and heart-stoppingly handsome, he calls himself Alejandro, and Madison O���Riley has no clue what to do with him. As they set out to recover his lost identity, Madison realizes the mysterious man who saved her life harbors deep, otherworldly secrets that will put her in grave danger.
The Devil is in the Details
Gremory Jones has something for everyone, and for a price, he���s willing to make a deal. Walking the streets in top hat and trench coat, he tempts the citizens with mysterious wares from his shiny black briefcase. But buyer beware: All sales are final - and fatal.
A Scorching New Terror Has Come to Town
The townspeople are changing in appalling ways and it's up to Madison - with the help of a psychic, a local priest, and the new chief of police - to help Alejandro unlock his forgotten powers before an unspeakable evil tears apart the fabric of existence ... and costs them their very souls ���
The Angel Alejandro
Alistair Cross
Glass Apple Press
Berlin Malcom, publicist
berlin@bamliterature.com
Released: January 25th, 2017
Urban Fantasy/Dark Fiction
Alistair���s debut novel, The Crimson Corset, was an immediate bestseller, earning praise from such authors as Jay Bonansinga, author of The Walking Dead series, and vampire-lit veteran, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro. Alistair also writes with international bestseller, Tamara Thorne, and together they have released several bestsellers, including Mother, The Cliffhouse Haunting, and The Ghosts of Ravencrest.
Together, Thorne & Cross also host the popular radio show, Thorne & Cross: Haunted Nights LIVE!, which has included such guests as Laurell K. Hamilton of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter novels; world-wide bestseller, V.C. Andrews (Andrew Neiderman); Charlaine Harris of the Southern Vampire Mysteries and basis of the HBO series, True Blood; Jeff Lindsay, author of the Dexter novels that inspired the hit television series; #1 New York Times bestseller, Kim Harrison; Peter Atkins, screenwriter of Hellraiser: 2, 3, and 4; Mick Garris, film director of Hocus Pocus, Psycho IV: The Beginning, and Stephen King���s The Stand; and New York Times bestsellers Preston & Child, Christopher Rice, Jonathan Maberry, and Christopher Moore.
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February 16, 2017
Upon Your Love by Marie Lavender
Marie Lavender historical romance/family saga novel, Upon Your Love, book three of the Heiresses in Love Series,
releases on February 28th.
This is a Victorian era romance and the final book of the series.
Upon Your Love
blurb:
The Hill family saga concludes as loyalties are questioned, faiths will be tested and undying love may come at a terrible cost���
Fara Hill, mother and faithful wife, is torn between her family at home and her urge to be at sea. Soon, she learns some disturbing truths. Was the past a fairy tale instead of reality?
Chloe Hill, loving wife and young mother, questions her faith when her husband sets an ultimatum she cannot meet. Will she be able to keep her marriage from falling apart?
Adrienne Bellamont Hill, born of a valiant captain and a fiery redhead, is untamed to her core and will bow to no man. Then Christian du Plessis enters her life with an offer she can���t refuse. Discovering the man behind the polished gentleman, she is drawn to him in many ways. Holding out for love is a family tradition, but can she resist the temptation of passion?
Christian finds this young woman to be a fascinating challenge, and is torn between keeping his distance from her and succumbing to her charms. A fierce battle of wills ensues as he sees she is much more than he ever imagined.
But danger lurks, threatening to destroy everything���
Can these two strong-willed individuals unite in the cause before time runs out?
Upon Your Love
excerpt:
Christian scanned the wall and came to rest on a woman whose face was obscured by the way she stood. She was turned slightly away, in conversation with another girl. She had long, dark wavy hair and a nice form. When she turned back towards him, he caught his breath at the stunning figure she posed. Her eyes were a violet color; he could tell because the gas lights in the room caught them like fine gemstones. She was also fairly tall for a woman. Her skin was a fine, light golden shade, which didn���t detract from her beauty at all. Most of her contemporaries avoided direct sunlight. It was clear that her skin tone was natural, perhaps with a hint of being blessed by the sun���s rays. He wondered what sort of woman would place herself in the elements while the other women in her circle managed to elude such avenues.
His gaze continued to travel over her strange perfection. Her d��colletage dipped to the tops of her full breasts, hinting at pleasure, and she was dressed in a long gown of pale blue. The shape of the gown gave off the suggestion of ample curves beneath. What kind, he could only guess. He imagined the costume was an heirloom because most women���s fashions these days weren���t so revealing. ���Who is that?��� he pointed.
���Mademoiselle Bellamont Hill.���
���I haven���t seen her before.���
���It is past her season. She hasn���t been to a function in a couple of years, I believe. Something about a mourning period.���
���But, isn���t she from around here?���
���Yes, in a way. Her family travels often. Her father is a captain, and so is her brother. When she is here, she lives with her mother and aunt.���
���Why hasn���t she married?���
Pierce shrugged. ���It could be any number of reasons. Why? Do you want me to ask her to dance?���
���No, not her. Perhaps her companion would be interested.��� He referred to the blonde woman at Mademoiselle Hill���s side. Christian didn���t allow himself to wonder why he thought the other girl would not suit his friend.
Pierce agreed, and they both started in that direction. When they approached the ladies, Christian took the first woman���s hand, brushing his lips over it. He observed that her skin was incredibly soft and had a tantalizing sweet scent. He curbed the urge to explore it further.
She gasped, a flush staining her cheeks. ���Monsieur?���
���Forgive me for the abrupt entrance. I am Christian du Plessis. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mademoiselle.���
She smiled. ���Thank you. I am Adrienne Nicolette Bellamont Hill.��� She looked over at her companion. If she noticed the impropriety of not being introduced by a common acquaintance, she did not say. ���This is my good friend, Elena Wyndham. She���s visiting from England.���
Though he���d blinked as she gave her full name, he managed, ���Oh? It is so good to have your acquaintance. Ladies, this is my ami, Pierce Laroque.���
���Hello, Pierce,��� both girls chimed and shook his hand alternately.
Pierce looked flustered as he murmured a greeting.
���I hope you���ll take good care of my friend here. He is rather shy with women. Perhaps you might make him feel welcome,��� he whispered, leaning in close to Elena with a smile.
She gave him a conspiratorial smile, and then turned to Pierce. ���Might you dance with me, Monsieur? I can���t stand here and simply watch this gaiety.���
Pierce readily agreed and escorted Elena to the dance floor just as the music for another waltz began.
The woman named Adrienne frowned, looking up at Christian. ���What was that? What are you up to?���
���Just a little matchmaking,��� he shrugged.
���Perhaps your friend wouldn���t be pleased with your interference.���
Christian took her hand and tucked it in the crook of his arm. ���Shall we walk?��� At her nod, he led her in a stroll around the edges of the room. As they ambled along, the heavenly scent of blended flowers and honey drifted into his nose. He struggled with the desire to lean closer so that he could breathe more of her in. ���I���m sure he would welcome it. Pierce is rather reserved, and not at all used to conversing with women.���
She nodded. ���He asked for your help then.���
His mouth twisted. Pierce would never have asked; he was far too honorable a man for that, which was why he���d volunteered. ���In a manner of speaking, yes.���
���I suppose I cannot reprimand you for assisting a friend,��� she sighed. ���For a moment, I simply thought you had ulterior motives.���
���To pair myself off with you?���
She lifted a brow. ���You can���t blame me for the assumption.���
���No, I cannot. Don���t take this the wrong way, Mademoiselle Hill. You are very tempting, and I am more drawn to you than I should be. But, my purpose in coming here tonight wasn���t self-serving. It was to help Pierce find a wife.���
She stumbled a little, and he clasped her arm in time. ���A wife? Surely you cannot be serious.���
���Deadly.���
���But, Elena wouldn���t... she would never������
���No? And why not? Pierce is a good man.���
���So? What woman would agree to marry a man after one night?���
���Stranger things have happened, I���m sure.���
Her beautiful, dark brows drew together and even her apparent perplexity appealed to him.
���But, why must he find a wife tonight?���
���Perhaps he will be disinherited if he does not.���
���Disinherited? By whom?���
���His father.���
She shook her head. ���That���s terrible. What kind of father does that to his son?���
���Indeed. What kind?���
She stopped walking, suddenly. ���You really aren���t jesting, are you?���
���No.���
���So, why tell me all of this?��� Adrienne cocked her head.
���I suppose I thought I could trust you. Can I?���
���Oui, of course.���
He nodded, satisfied. ���Perhaps you could put in a kind word for my friend.���
���With Elena? But I hardly know Pierce.���
���I will tell you all you need to know.���
She frowned once more. ���Elena won���t agree to marry him.���
���Perhaps not, but we are rather desperate. That���s not easy to understand, I���m sure.���
���Of course, I understand the haste, but Elena wouldn���t. And she���s not about to upend her whole life for a man she barely knows. I mean, she���s not from here.���
���I realize that. Perhaps some allowances can be made. I know Pierce would be willing to travel often for his wife.���
Adrienne sighed. ���I can���t believe we���re even discussing this. Elena would never forgive me.��� She appeared to study him overlong, and he couldn���t help thinking that he���d never seen such bold behavior from a woman. Still, he strongly suspected it wasn���t due to any coquettish intentions. ���How long does he truly have?���
���Less than a month. His father is not a patient man.���
Adrienne chewed on her thumbnail, and he imagined she didn���t even realize she���d done it. ���There���s no guarantee Elena would even enjoy his company or agree to marriage.���
Christian eyed the couple on the dance floor. ���That���s strange. They appear to be getting along famously.���
She seemed to notice it too. Elena was dancing with Pierce, and they were smiling and laughing together. The woman beside him arched an elegant brow as she gazed up at him.
���Are you sure you don���t have ulterior motives?���
���I am certain of it, Mademoiselle.���
Adrienne shook her head. ���It���s not fair for either of them to have that kind of pressure.���
���No, it���s not, but little can be done about it.���
She nodded. ���All right. I���ll help you.���
A weird elation swept through him, and a wide smile broke across his face.
���Thank you.���
���But��� only on one condition.���
He held his breath for a moment. He���d been around enough women to know that ���but��� was a word to dread. ���And that would be?���
���Elena has to care about him before agreeing to anything.���
���Fine. I am certain Pierce wouldn���t have it otherwise if he had a choice about it.���
There was a moment of comfortable silence between them.
���Christian?���
���Yes?���
���Will a proposal be enough notice for Pierce���s father?���
He frowned. ���I hope so. If not, he loses everything.���
The young woman shuddered. ���I can���t even imagine it,��� she sighed. ���I���ll make one more vow, though.���
He lifted a brow. ���What���s that?���
���If Elena isn���t willing for some reason, I will help you find Pierce a wife. I promise,��� she smiled.
He nodded. ���Again, I thank you. I am in your debt. I know we���re barely acquainted and I don���t deserve your kindness, but I am moved by it nonetheless. You are a rare woman, Adrienne Bellamont Hill, and any man would be lucky to have you.���
Her eyes were wide when she looked at him, blinking. ���Thank you.���
And he meant it. He knew matchmaking was more of a woman���s game, but his terms were hardly attractive and that presented a plethora of difficulties. He was lucky she would even consider it. His gaze went back to their mutual friends, and he knew they���d made the right choice. The flush on Mademoiselle Wyndham���s cheeks could have been from embarrassment, but he was sure it came from pleasure because her smile was guileless, genuine. He was relieved for even though Pierce had to marry so quickly, he would never wish to pair him with a manipulative woman.
���I shall not, you know.���
He glanced back at the goddess beside him and cocked his head to the side, sure he���d missed a part of the conversation somehow.
���I���m sorry. What?���
���I won���t have a man.���
���No?���
She shook her head. ���I am destined to be a spinster.���
He chuckled. For some odd reason, he found her outrageous and charming at the same time.
���Oh, Mademoiselle, somehow I find that spinsterhood wouldn���t suit you at all.���
Her cheek dimpled, her lovely face more becoming. Those full lips twisted and he was sure she would have laughed if she was free from the crowd at the party. That she found his comment humorous was a boon to his pride, but he���d only been honest. He detected something untamed in Adrienne Hill, and he longed to find out why. Of course, she seemed proper for the most part, but he couldn���t escape the sense that there was so much more to her, a lot she didn���t show the world. For some strange reason, he wanted to see it all.
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February 13, 2017
CROSSING HEARTS by Kimberly Kincaid
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Hunter Cross has no regrets. Having left his football prospects behind the day he graduated high school, he���s happy to carry out his legacy on his family���s farm in the foothills of the Shenandoah. But when a shoulder injury puts him face-to-face with the high school sweetheart who abandoned town���and him���twelve years ago, Hunter���s simple life gets a lot more complicated.
Emerson Montgomery has secrets. Refusing to divulge why she left her job as a hotshot physical therapist for a pro football team, she struggles to readjust to life in the hometown she left behind. The more time she spends with Hunter, the more Emerson finds herself wanting to trust him with the diagnosis of MS that has turned her world upside down.
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February 12, 2017
Will You Be My Valentine? - Author Young's travels in France
I declared spiritedly, ���I was smitten by this gastronomical conservatory, when I was here, oh so long ago. One reason I love Paris is because ���Le Haute Classique��� never goes out of style, it gets better with time, like La Fermette Marbeuf.
���It was Prince P and Sheik Fahrib who introduced me to this art nouveau restaurant. Remember I documented my epicurean experience in A Harem Boy���s Saga ��� Book III ��� DEBAUCHERY?���
���I remember your ���haute affaire��� with this Fine Dining institution,��� my beloved jested. ���This certainly is an enchanting Belle ��poque establishment.���
Just then the ma��tre d���h��tel arrived to show us to the finest table.
He enquired, ���Messieurs, ��tes-vous sur votre lune de miel? (Sirs, are you on your honeymoon)?���
Walter replied, ���Nous avons ��t�� engag��s pour 9 ans. Nous voulons nous marier en France. (We���ve been engaged for 9 years. We want to marry in France).���
The ma��tre d��� gazed at me and asked, ���Allez-vous ��tre sa Valentine? (Will you be his Valentine)?���
���S'il me demande, j'ai correctement peuvent envisager. (If he asks me properly, I may consider),��� I quipped.
He gave Walter a wicked wink and handed us the decorative menus before excusing himself.
As soon as he departed, Walter held my hand to his.
���Will you be my Valentine? Will you marry me?��� he looked me in the eyes and declared.
���If I���m not already your Valentine, would I stick around for 20 years?��� I chirped merrily. ���Are you proposing again? Or do I have to wait for the 3rd proposal before we tie the knot?���
He responded effervescently, ���Maybe, I���ll be lucky the 3rd time round.���
We broke out in hilarity before he lifted my hand to his lips and sealed it with a kiss, in front of the authentic Lalique masterpiece, etched by the famous art nouveau artist, Alphonse Mucha.
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February 10, 2017
Violet the Organ Grinder: Hanky Panky by July Cumming
Violet the Organ Grinder: Hanky Panky
(Lesbian BDSM, Domination, Submission, Bondage)
by
July Cumming
Length 32,000 words / 113 pages
Release Date January 16, 2017
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The females go crazy when word gets out that Violet's in town.
After receiving an invite to hang out with a couple of women for an evening of bottom play, Violet's thrilled when more decide to join the party.
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This is the 5th part in the Violet the Organ Grinder series but can be read as a stand-alone story. This book contains 32,000 words of kinky explicit bottom play scenes, lesbian dominance, submission, spankings, bondage, and other kinks that cannot be mentioned here. Intended for 18+ readers only.
Excerpt:
Molly gave the wine bottle a little spin and watched it stop on herself. ���Now what? Do I kiss myself?���
Lindsay chuckled. ���Not quite, Darlin���. The bottle has to go around at least once. Try again a little harder this time.���
���Okay,��� she replied, giving it a stronger spin.
We all sat and waited for it to slow down. It spun six times before creeping back to her.
Molly blew on the bottle as hard as she could, pushing the neck towards me. ���Violet!��� she cheered.
���You���re cute. Alright, we might as well stand up for this. My legs are starting to cramp sitting this way.���
���Okay. I could use the stretch too.���
We both stood up, gave our bodies a twist to get the kinks out and proceeded to stand closer to each other.
���This is how you really do it ladies,��� I muttered, wrapping my hand around Molly���s waist. I applied a light pressure to her back, drawing her in closer to my body. ���Are you ready for a real kiss?���
Molly nodded and licked her cherry scented lips. ���Uh huh.���
I placed my other hand on the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. My naked lips met with her sweet velvety lips three times before I nibbled on her plump bottom lip like I owned her. I ran my tongue around my mouth, softening my lips to match hers.
Molly flinched as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and probed it against hers, but she didn���t pull away. In fact, she returned the motion by repeating my action back inside my warm and always inviting mouth.
I played with her bottom lip, gently tugging with my teeth before sucking on her lip. As our mouths intertwined, I lowered my hand down to her perfectly rounded ass and gave her a little squeeze.
She let out a soft moan. Her knees slightly buckled as she pressed her body into mine.
���Times up!��� Chloe exclaimed.
Molly continued kissing me like it was the last kiss of her life.
I pulled her in tighter against me and she let out another moan. This time it was longer and sounded like I was turning her on. She grabbed my hand, raised it up to the stretchy waistband of her skirt and helped guide my fingers down the back of her panties.
I continued French kissing her while skimming my finger over the crack of her plump ass. Her breathing deepened, giving me a clear sign that she wanted more as I stroked her smooth untouched flesh. Just as I pressed my finger deeper towards her tight virgin asshole, someone pulled me backward with a tug on my mini skirt. My lips abruptly unlocked from Molly���s, putting an end to our embrace.
���Hey!��� Molly huffed.
I turned to see who had ass blocked me as I slipped my hand out from Molly���s skirt.
���I said times up. Nobody else kissed for that long,��� Chloe scoffed.
���I���m sorry, I didn���t know there was a set time limit on the kiss,��� I replied.
���Chloe should give her a spanking for that,��� Gwen suggested before taking another sip of whiskey. ���Anyone care for another drink?��� she asked, waving the bottle around. When nobody claimed the bottle, Gwen set it back down on the table.
���Gwen���s right. Violet was a bad girl and should be punished accordingly. Chloe, would you like to do the honours?��� Lindsay asked, picking the bottle up off the table. She took another sip and handed it over to Chloe.
���Gladly. Violet, I���m gonna have to get you to lay across my lap,��� Chloe instructed, tapping her hand on her knee.
���I didn���t mean to get Violet in trouble. Do you really have to punish her?��� Molly asked with a worried look on her face.
���I���m afraid so Molly. She didn���t stop when she was told to stop. Around here that���s punishable by an ass-whoopin���.��� Chloe took a swig from the bottle and handed it back to Lindsay.
���But it was half my fault. I���d never kissed a girl before. I guess I liked it more than I thought I would. She���s pretty good at it.���
���Well then, perhaps you should get a spanking too.��� Chloe grinned. ���What do you think Lindz? Ladies? Does Molly need to be taught a lesson as well?���
���Oh, yes. For sure,��� Gwen nodded.
The others in the room nodded along in agreement with Chloe.
���Alright then. First up is Violet. Come here, Darlin���.���
���Yes���m.��� I walked around the coffee table and lowered my midsection over Chloe���s thighs. ���Is this good?���
���Kimmy, could you scoot down a little?��� Chloe asked, flipping up the back of my skirt.
���Why should I?���
���Well, unless you want Violet���s face in between your legs, you need to make some room.���
���I don���t mind,��� I said, giving Kimmy a flirty grin.
���Fine, I���ll move,��� she replied, sliding over to the end of the sofa.
With me facing Kimmy, it gave Gwen a clear view of my bottom, which by all means was fine by me. If I had to look at Gwen while receiving my spanking, I most likely would have an orgasm on Chloe���s lap. It gave me the warm fuzzies thinking about that redheaded vixen staring at my behind.
���Great. Now, this may hurt a little Violet,��� Chloe said, running her hand over the back of my thigh and up to my frilly panties. Her hand circled over my covered cheek and stopped in the dip of my tush. ���Are you ready?���
Was I ready? That���s an understatement. I was born ready and always willing for my ass to be spanked. These girls had no idea how much I loved a good hardy spanking.
���Uh huh. Please don���t hurt me. I didn���t mean to cause trou-���
Smack!
���Ow!���
���Oh, I���m sorry, did that hurt your little hiney?���
���Yes���m.��� Actually, it didn���t hurt at all, but Chloe didn���t need to know that. To be honest, it felt more like a tap on my ass. I can tolerate a dangerous amount in the department of pain. The harder they spanked, the harder I came. I arched my bum, hoping it wasn���t the last of the spankings. ���Please don���t do it again. I swear I���ll listen the next time.���
���You better believe you will.���
And there it was, the swishing sound of her ruthless unseen hand barreling down across my ass.
SMACK!
I couldn���t have timed it more perfectly if I���d tried.
���Hey! That smarts. Please stop, I���m begging you,��� I whined.
���Begging won���t help you, Princess,��� Gwen muttered.
���Hmm, something���s not quite right. My hand isn���t feeling it the way it should,��� Chloe said.
���I know what the problem is. It���s so obvious.���
���Oh, yeah?���
���Yep. Mind if I fix it?��� Gwen asked.
���Sure, go right ahead.���
Gwen hooked her fingers into the tight waistband of my undies. ���This might help,��� Gwen said, yanking my frilly panties down to my thighs. ���That���s better. Now everyone can see your scrumptious bare ass.���
Thwack!
I let out a high, anguished yelp. Fuck me that bites, but I love it.
���Oh, yes, that���s much better. Thanks, Gwen.��� Chloe gently rubbed her hand over my sore tender mound of flesh. ���There, there. It���s almost over.���
Almost? I don���t want it to end.
Thwack! Thwack! THWACK!
���Fuuuuck!��� I wailed. ���I���m sorry, I���m sorry. No more please.���
���I think you should stop now, Chloe,��� Lindsay urged. ���Her bottom is bright red.���
���I���ll stop when I damn well want to,��� Chloe barked, removing her hand from my ass.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The force of her hand gave me such an adrenaline rush as it struck my naked skin. Chloe���s ass-walloping on me was stern and heated, just the way I liked it. My clit instantly swelled from the lingering sting left behind on my throbbing hiney.
My body trembled from the excitement of her touch. ���You���re hurting me,��� I whimpered.
I wanted more, so much more, but I had to play it cool. I had to act like I was truly sorry for not listening. Good girls were given the special rewards. Bad girls were denied the gratification if caught wanting more.
���Don���t be such a baby. I don���t want to hear one more peep from you,��� she ordered through her gritted teeth before striking my backside again.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
I wanted to scream in delight. Those last swats were so fierce and painful, my tush had gone numb on me.
���Now perhaps you���ll listen and obey the next time when you���re told to do something.���
Chloe soothed my wounded bottom, easing out the searing heat in my sensitive flesh.
���Yes���m. I���ll behave. I promise.���
Of course, I wouldn���t behave. What would be the fun in that?
I glanced over to the spectators of my punishment and they all looked as though they���d witnessed a murder.
���Damn Chloe, that was intense.��� Gwen placed her cold hand on my bottom and ran it up and down my rosy behind. ���I can���t believe how hot her ass is from that. I can���t wait until it���s my turn. Pass me the bottle, Kimmy.���
Kimmy stretched her arm across me and handed Gwen the cherry Whiskey. As she pulled back, she placed her hand on my other cheek and began to rub my skin. ���Oh, yeah, it really is scorching. You did a number on her bottom, Chloe. I don���t think Molly will be able to handle this.���
Molly had dropped her jaw for so long, that a pool of drool had formed in her mouth. She swallowed and cleared her throat. ���Do I really have to get spanked? Can���t we just pretend I did? I didn���t mean to get myself in trouble. I���ll do anything,��� Molly begged. She put her palms together, ���Please. I don���t want a spanking.���
Lindsay sighed. ���I don���t know. I mean, it���s really not up to me. Ladies? What should we do with Molly?���
���Hmm, I���m not sure. Maybe we can get her to do something for us when we ask,��� Kimmy suggested, kneading her fingers into my ass.
���That���s not a bad idea,��� Chloe replied. ���I���ll have to think of something good. Be grateful you���re gettin��� off so easily, Molly. Your ass could���ve looked like Violet���s.���
���Thank you. I really don���t think I could take it like she did.���
���Okay Violet, you may stand up now,��� Chloe said, giving me a nudge on my hip.
I didn���t want to get up from her tender warm lap. I had a burning ass and two women playing with my ass cheeks like it was a mound of modelling clay. It was heaven.
���I said you may get up now Violet. You better listen or else.���
Shivers ran up my body. Or else what? You���ll spank me again and again? I wanted to say exactly what I was thinking but then she���d know I enjoyed it more than anything. I stood up, carefully pulled up my panties and went back to my spot on the floor. Even sitting on my knees made it torturous on my tender tush.
I looked over at Molly and she mouthed the words, ���I���m sorry.��� She shouldn���t be, though. This party was finally getting exciting and going somewhere.
July Cumming is a dirty girl with an even dirtier mind. Living in Western Canada, she hides from the snow and frolics in the sun. When she isn't writing out her naughty taboo fantasies, she's plotting them wherever she goes. She enjoys singing '80s tunes at a local karaoke pub and loves to create scrumptious meals.
July's stories are vivid, highly charged smut with a twist.
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February 8, 2017
"Mine 2" by J Kahele
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When Andrew Carington falls in love with Jenna Kramer, he takes on the emotional and physical ghosts that haunt her past. He believed he was the cure for Jenna and love can get them through anything. But her controlling and abusive ex-husband Ben Kramer will never let her go and Andrew finds himself plummeting into a world of hate and fear. The only way Andrew will find his happy ever after with Jenna, is to rid Ben Kramer of their lives���permanently.
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