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Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday. This week's prompt has got me hot under the collar so here's a little excerpt from CUFFED an erotic cop menage a trois suspense story.

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How do you pass the time handcuffed to somebody who gets on your nerves?
All journalist Roxie Diamond wants is the chance to ride out with the London night patrol. Reporting on women who sell their bodies to survive is her latest assignment and she's on the case. Trouble is, the two hot cops she's partnered with couldn't be more different, Officer Rudy is displeased to have a tag-along, but he can brood all he likes while she admires his partner's cute ass and broad shoulders.
Roxie doesn't count on being mistaken for an accessory in human trafficking. Before she knows it she's snatched, interrogated, and her world is turned upside down. Just as well her sullen cop takes her safety seriously. Though how much help he'll be when she finds herself handcuffed to him in an abandoned warehouse, locked up for goodness knows how long, she doesn't know.
Will he open up? Protect her? Will the anger in his eyes turn to desire when she confesses her lust? Will he admit to the passion she can feel brimming beneath his surface? And can they really do that, while in such a dangerous predicament? And just how close is he to his partner?



The bathroom door opened, and the sound of the tub being filled filtered into the kitchen.“Roxie,” Vincent called. “Come here.”She took a few more sips of coffee, then placed her mug on the counter. A bath. Yes. That was a good idea. She headed across the small hallway.The scent of lavender filled the air and already bubbles were rising in the water. Her tub was extra large and had a tap that was side on against the wall. It had been one of her extravagances when refurbishing the apartment. If there was one thing she liked it was a lounge in the tub after a hard day’s work. She found she did some of her best thinking while in water.“I thought maybe this would help,” Vincent said.“Yes. It will.” She looked at the open V of his shirt; he’d undone a button. The skin at the base of his throat was golden, and she wondered if he had body hair lower down. “Thanks.”She was aware of someone behind her. Close behind her.Rudy.His chest was against her back. He slid his hands to her waist and rested his chin against her temple. “Do you ache?” he whispered, his lips moving against her skin.For you. Yes. And your partner.“All over.” She kept her attention on Vincent. Wondering what he was thinking about their sudden close and intimate connection. “I ache all over.”“Then a hot soak is the answer.” Rudy tugged at her top, pulling it from where she’d tucked it into her jeans.Vincent raised his eyebrows a fraction and parted his mouth, as if about to say something. But no sound came out. He pressed his lips together and kept his attention on her.Roxie swallowed.What the hell is Rudy doing?“This needs to come off,” he said, gripping the base of her shirt and tugging it upward.She lifted her arms and allowed him to remove it. Beneath she wore a red satin bra.He passed the shirt to Vincent, who, without saying a word, laid it on a straight-backed chair to his right.“And these,” Rudy said, still standing directly behind her. “Off.” He popped open the button on her jeans.His breath was warm on her neck and the heat of his chest, through his shirt, radiated against her backA swirl of excitement gripped Roxie’s belly. Was this really happening? Rudy undressing her in front of Vincent? She was tired, almost deliriously so, but this…no this wasn’t a dream. Fantasy maybe, but not a dream. This was real.Rudy pushed her jeans down her legs, and she kicked them away.She stood before Vincent in just her underwear. She was glad she’d picked a matching set to wear the evening before.“Jesus,” Vincent said, then blew out a breath. “You’re hot, Roxie.”“Mmm…very.” Rudy ran his hands around her bare waist and pulled her close. He nuzzled her neck.Roxie fluttered her eyes closed. The feel of him holding her, his thick arms surrounding her, made her feel safe and sexy, warm and adored.“I’m guessing you two found something to keep yourselves occupied while I was working hard to find you.” Vincent chuckled. “Not classic police duty I agree, but I like your style, Rudy.”“And I like Roxie’s style,” Rudy said. “A lot.”“I can tell.” Vincent turned off the taps, and the sudden quiet caused Roxie to open her eyes. “Come on in,” he said to Roxie.Rudy released her, but not completely. He stayed close enough to undo her bra. It loosened, and she allowed it to slip down her arms. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tight.“Want me to take that?” Vincent held out his hand. His eyes were sparkling as he looked at her chest; he was clearly enjoying the striptease.“Yes, thanks.” Roxie handed over the bra and glanced at his groin. Sure enough, as she’d suspected, there was a bulge behind the zipper of his black pants.“And these,” Rudy said, sliding her knickers down her legs. He came to stand in front of her as she pushed them aside with her feet. “Let me help you.”She took his offered hand and stepped into the water. “Oh, bliss.” It was skin-reddeningly hot, just the way she liked, and she sighed as she sat down. The heat was heavenly over her sore muscles and the warmth went right to her bones.She rested back, still murmuring her approval, until her shoulders were under the bubbles and the water soaked between her legs.“Was that a good idea?” Vincent asked.“Yes. Oh yes.” She looked up. The two men stood side-by-side observing her. Both had desire in their eyes. Both were sporting hard-ons. “Are you joining me?”

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Sexy and Strong ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS179

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, this week we're all about strong, sexy hunks. Some time ago I watched Levison Wood on TV, he's an adventurer, and pretty easy on the eye, too. He, and a trip to South Africa, inspired me to write ONE NIGHT IN CAPE TOWN, and I called my hunky hero Levi just to keep the juices flowing.

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The week before her big day, Tia catches her fiancé getting down and dirty with her best friend. She quickly washes her hands of them both. But why waste a perfectly good and very expensive honeymoon to her dream spot--South Africa?
After bumping into the same cute guy three times in Cape Town, Tia's reminded she still has desires. Before long, they’re hiking over Table Mountain together, and getting to know each other. Levi is charming and funny, sexy and strong.
When trouble brews in the African sky, a wild storm leaves them stranded on the mountain as night falls. Levi's survival skills provides them with quick shelter as the storm rages above. But for Tia, another storm rages between her and her sexy saviour. Will he teach her to trust again? Or is there more to the hot American than meets the eye?


“Perhaps we should take them off.” He tipped his head and gave her a wicked smile. “Hang them up to dry.”“Well, I...”“It’s bad news to be in wet clothing in this kind of situation.”“I agree.” She glanced at his jeans again. If she wasn’t mistaken, there was a definite bulge going on.Jesus, is he thinking we’re going to get it on? Here?He caught the direction of her gaze. “I...er...” He shifted on his knees. “Sorry—you’re cute, you’ve been snuggled up against me. I’m a guy...” He sat back against the wall and adjusted the creases in his jeans.She pressed her lips together. The electricity of their connection, their bodies aligned as he’d embraced her, had not gone unnoticed by Tia either.“I don’t know about you, but there’s not going to be much sleeping tonight and well...” Levi paused. “And since you just said that there hadn’t been enough sex on your honeymoon—”“Levi!” Her mouth hung open. “That’s a bit forward, don’t you think?”“Yeah, sorry, guess that’s how us Americans are.” He shrugged and tried to look nonchalant, but even in the dim light she could see a burst of colour on his cheeks.“You Americans...” She shook her head.“Yeah, we’re not stiff upper lip. Maybe we live in the moment. I do, these days, after...” He tilted his chin, squared his shoulders. “But don’t you want to join the half mile high club?”“Half mile?”“Yeah, we’re at a decent altitude here.” He bit on his bottom lip.She giggled and knotted her hands together. Would it really be such a bad way to pass the time? Levi was hot. She’d been imagining getting her hands on his sexy body all afternoon. And what was more, she was a free agent, she could do what the hell she bloody well liked. There was no one to tell her what she should or shouldn’t be doing. No one to answer to. And had she ever had a wild night of no-commitment, no-strings sex?No.So if a good way to pass a cold night on a windy mountain was sex, then she could—if she wanted to.“Forget it.” He shrugged and glanced away. “I’m sorry, I just thought...”“You just thought it might warm me up, help me get over my ex...”“I guess.” He shuffled back to the wall and folded his arms.“Give me some memories to take back to England.”“Yeah.”She stared at him. Even damp, his hair in rats’ tails, and his jawline stubbled, he was still the sexiest guy she’d seen in Africa. Hell, the sexiest guy she’d seen in a long time.“Hey.” She knelt before him, between his legs again, but facing him this time. “I haven’t said no.”

Falling Star Valentine by E.D.Parr

Please welcome ED Parr to my blog today with her brand new story FALLING STAR VALENTINE.
From the author:
‘Falling Star Valentine’ was inspired by shooting stars. We all know shooting stars are falling meteorites, but the romance remains when one streaks across the midnight blue sky. When two, in close succession, zoom over the night vista as you stand on your hotel balcony, it’s a sight to behold. I travel a little with my day job and in the autumn of 2016, I had to travel a lot more than usual. One night when I couldn’t sleep because I was churning worries around,

I went out onto the balcony of the hotel room I was staying in and stared up at the sky. The night sparkled cold and the sky displayed an array of stars suddenly seeming only meters away a shooting star flew across my line of vision, then another as if it followed the first.

I’m a die-hard romantic and immediately my sweet but sexy character, Valentine Steel, had formed in my head. His Falling Star Valentine on his way to visit. Will he find love?
Blurb

Fashion photographer Dale Walker takes a train to his hometown, relocating there after nursing a broken heart for six months in another city. His train makes an unscheduled stop to take on a mysterious passenger.
For a long time, Valentine Steel has hoped to meet a man who will love him. When he sees Dale on the train, he’s overjoyed to find a vacant seat beside Dale.
Dale’s immediate attraction to Valentine has him on edge. He doesn’t want another broken heart, and yet Valentine is so magnetic Dale’s frozen heart begins to thaw.
Valentine sets out to charm and capture Dale in his sparkling aura. He can’t let the chance to have Dale’s love slip away. This could be his last chance to stay on Earth the planet he loves.




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He gazed at Dale’s mouth as his stomach tightened and he experienced an intense longing to kiss Dale. He hungrily watched Dale’s lips move.
“I don’t want to trouble you with my sad little story.”
Dale’s stoic expression touched Valentine. He felt a thud in the region where his heart was. Then a ripple of tenderness radiated to every part of his body and his heartbeat grew strong.
“Oh, but you must. You wouldn’t trouble me. There’s no shame in having a sad story. I had one myself some years ago.” He pushed his hand over the short distance of the table, longing to touch Dale.
Dale took a deep breath and Valentine knew he was going to share his story.
“I broke up with someone, a lover … it hurt to stay in the same city. I’d moved there for this person and now … there’s no need to stay.” Dale stared at Valentine’s hand and edged his own along the tablecloth.
The server arrived at the table with their order.
Valentine waited, impatient now, until the server spread the food before him and Dale, then left.
“I’m sorry. Do you still love this person?” He avoided saying man, although he knew it was a man. Dale’s sexual preference was apparent in the way he looked at Valentine. His eyes traveled over Valentine’s face with a particular gaze only a gay guy would make. 
Valentine had long searched for a man who made his heart leap the way the sight of Dale did. When he’d heard Dale reminisce about a man, who could only be an idiot to let Dale go, he’d been elated. He’d yearned for Valentine’s Day then, when he could show himself.
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In Bonds of the Earth, the second Book of the Watchers by Janine Ashbless

Would you defy God, for love?
In Bonds of the Earth is the new paranormal erotic romance by Janine Ashbless, and is the second in the Book of the Watchers trilogy.
“ Broad at the shoulders and lean at the hips, six foot-and-then-something of ropey muscle, he looks like a Spartan god who got lost in a thrift store. He moves like ink through water. And his eyes, when you get a good look at them, are silver. Not gray. Silver. You might take their inhuman shine for fancy contact lenses. You ’ d be wrong . ”
Janine Ashbless is back with the second in her Book of the Watchers trilogy, In Bonds of the Earth.

Milja Patek’s bloodline were sworn to guard the fallen angel imprisoned beneath their family church, until Milja fell in love and set him free. Now she has to learn to navigate her new life as wife and plaything to Azazel.

Angel or demon, protector or tyrant, right or wrong, Everything Milja once knew has been flipped upside down and all she can do is follow her heart, even if that means waging war against Heaven and releasing the rest of the fallen.
Unafraid to tackle the more complex issues surrounding good and evil in mainstream religion, Janine has created a thought-provoking and immersive novel which sets a new standard for paranormal erotic romance. The first in the series, Cover Him With Darkness, was released in 2014 by Cleis Press and received outstanding reviews.
In Bonds of the Earth is published by Sinful Press and is out now!


Blurb:
“I will free them all.”When Milja Petak released the fallen angel Azazel from five thousand years of imprisonment, she did it out of love and pity. She found herself in a passionate sexual relationship beyond her imagining and control – the beloved plaything of a dark and furious demon who takes what he wants, when he wants, and submits to no restraint. But what she hasn’t bargained on is being drawn into his plan to free all his incarcerated brothers and wage a war against the Powers of Heaven. As Azazel drags Milja across the globe in search of his fellow rebel angels, Milja fights to hold her own in a situation where every decision has dire consequences. Pursued by the loyal Archangels, she is forced to make alliances with those she cannot trust: the mysterious Roshana Veisi, who has designs of her own upon Azazel; and Egan Kansky, special forces agent of the Vatican – the man who once saved then betrayed her, who loves her, and who will do anything he can to imprison Azazel for all eternity.  Torn every way by love, by conflicting loyalties and by her own passions, Milja finds that she too is changing – and that she must do things she could not previously have dreamt of in order to save those who matter to her.In Bonds of the Earth is the second in the Book of the Watchers trilogy and the sequel to Cover Him With Darkness.


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Excerpt from In Bonds of the Earth :


I sucked in my cheeks. That was the big question, wasn’t it? Was I really going to offer to go to war against the Heavenly Host? I’d been brought up in the Church, my father had been a priest, and until this year I’d had no quarrel with it. Until it all went pear-shaped, that is, thanks to my freeing Azazel, and I’d spent days chained in a monastery cellar, been staked out as bait, and finally suffered Father Velimir’s attempt to murder me. That hostility felt pretty personal, even if I’d only been a pawn in the bigger game.
Whether I was ready to declare war on God Almighty was another matter entirely.
“What you’re up to—it’s really dangerous,” I said, swallowing my tangle of fears and doubt. “What am I supposed to do if you just don’t come back to me one day? What if they catch you again?”
That gave him pause. We came to a halt where the path emerged onto a small road lined with shops. He studied my face. “I’ve no desire to endanger you,” he said at last.
“Too late for that!”
He nodded, abashed. Sometimes he could be almost human. “Yes. But would you help me save Batraal, if you could?”
My shoulders drooped. How could I say no? I’d lived my entire twenty-three years with the horror and the guilt of Azazel’s incarceration. Did the others deserve my sympathy less?
“I guess,” I admitted.
He smiled, brushing his fingertips to my cheek. “I have one ally then.”
“For what that’s worth,” I muttered.
“More than the Hosts of Heaven.” He stooped to kiss me, sweet and dark and hot as burning sugar, and as we broke for breath I could tell from the glow in his eyes that desire was on the verge of distracting him again. His hand on my waist could so easily pull me against him if he chose, and then… “This way,” he murmured, regretfully.
I was so surprised that I let him tow me across the road without even looking at the traffic.
We stopped outside a bank. “Here.”
“What?”
He waved a hand at the ATM in the wall. “This is where you get money from, yes?”
“Yeah, but…”
He put one hand on the screen, one on my shoulder. “Tell it how much you want.”
“I haven’t got my bank cards with me!” After all I’d been through I’d vowed never to leave the house without plastic and a toothbrush—but Azazel’s visit had taken me by surprise.
“We’re going for supper. Just tell it.”
I shook my head and tapped 100 onto the keypad, having no idea how much food cost in Greece. The machine whirred and spat out multicolored euro notes, while Azazel took advantage of the moment and pressed up against my ass.
“Okay,” I said doubtfully, taking the small wad and wriggling out of his embrace. “Whose account did this come out of?”
“Account? No one’s. I told it you are a friend. It will tell the others.”
“But the cash comes from somewhere.”
“Yes. Inside this wall.”
Yeah, but…? “Uh…that’s theft, Azazel,” I said, before belatedly reminding myself that this was someone who didn’t balk at murder.
“You don’t need your job now, do you? Take as much as you want, whenever you like.”
My mouth fell open. I had no idea how to answer that. I should have gone with: My job was more than a paycheck, Azazel. It was my career. Validation. Human interaction. My place in society. And I was so insanely lucky to get it after my screw-up in Boston! What do you think I should do with your free money—lie around all day in my perfumed boudoir, eating chocolate and waiting for you to come and pork me?
Except that his answer to that would almost certainly be an unselfconscious Yes.
“Thank you,” I mumbled, my numb lips fumbling the words. Because money. Free money. Not losing my apartment. Not starving.
He smiled, wholly satisfied.
Oh God. How do I…? It’s like being in a relationship with a genius level caveman.
“Now you want to eat?”
“I…uh…yeah.” My stomach was still doing flips, but I’d unwisely missed breakfast that morning and I did need lunch. Even if it looked like supper, thanks to the time difference. “Coffee would also be good.”

Author picture credit to David Woolfall.

Author bio:
Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure. She likes to write about magic and myth and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.
Buyer beware! If you like dark romance and a hard-won Happily Ever After, try "Cover Him with Darkness," "Heart of Flame," or "The King's Viper." If you prefer challenging erotica, go for "Red Grow the Roses" or "Named and Shamed" instead. All her other books lie somewhere on the spectrum between.
Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000. She's also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora's Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology 'Geek Love'.
Born in Wales, Janine now lives in the North of England with her husband and two rescued greyhounds. She has worked as a cleaner, library assistant, computer programmer, local government tree officer, and - for five years of muddy feet and shouting - as a full-time costumed Viking. Janine loves goatee beards, ancient ruins, minotaurs, trees, mummies, having her cake and eating it, and holidaying in countries with really bad public sewerage.
Her work has been described as: "Hardcore and literate" (Madeline Moore) and "Vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love." (Portia Da Costa

Links: Janine Ashbless website: Janine Ashbless on Facebook: Sinful Press website: 

Escape to the Country

We all enjoy a trip to the countryside right? Especially if you live in a city. The fresh air, wide open space and the views are good for the soul. When I wrote ESCAPE TO THE COUNTRY several years ago, this was what my characters wanted...to start with. But as it turned out they were in need of some extra special time out with some extra special friends! This is still one of my bestselling novellas and I'm thrilled to share an excerpt with you today.

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When the stress of city living takes its toll on Annie and Tim, a dirty weekend in the country visiting sexy friends proves to be just the antidote.
London life is hard going for Annie and Tim, and despite being in love, they’re just not hitting the spot in the bedroom.So, in an attempt to put the steam back into their relationship, Tim whisks Annie to the Cotswolds to visit Matt and Jane his uber-cool, sexually liberal friends from University.
As the temperature heats to melting point in the chocolate box cottage so does the sex, and Annie, with the help of her hosts, discovers a variety of hidden carnal desires, not just in herself but also Tim.
Who would have thought he’d be into that? Who would have thought ‘that’ would have her buzzing from head to toe?


I wandered up the narrow staircase and into the bedroom Tim and I were sharing. It was a cute room with sloping ceilings and a small wardrobe built into the far wall. Everything was floral—the carpet, the wallpaper, the bedding. A total overload of flowers of every different size, shape and colour, but somehow, it worked, and I was looking forward to sleeping on the cast iron bed and waking up to the sound of birds.I changed my top to a small green vest which hugged my breasts tighter than the other one, but still went with my white gypsy skirt. I re-glossed my lips, added a squirt of perfume and ran a brush through my curls.Heading onto the landing, I noticed the room at the end of the corridor was still in darkness. The door was pushed up, nearly but not quite shut. I was about to turn away when I heard a long low groan my curiosity simply couldn’t ignore. It was a deep belly noise, like an uncontrolled spasm from a vibrating chest.I stepped silently up to the door. Flicked my head across the gap and tried not to think how mortified I’d be if anyone caught me nosing in darkened rooms.My eyes widened as my head filled with the scene looming out of the dimness.Matt stood with his back pressed against the far wall, his jeans heaped around his ankles, head tipped towards the ceiling and eyes screwed tight shut. Kneeling before him was Carl. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew it was him. I knew it was Carl, and I knew what he was doing to Matt.Matt’s hands were locked over Carl’s ears, moving his head backwards and forwards in time with the frantic thrusts of his hips. “Shit, yes, that’s it,” he said like a hiss from a punctured tyre. “Get fucking ready for it.”Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. That phrase ran through my head twenty times a second for the next two seconds. I really hadn’t seen that coming. Carl’s giving Matt a blow job. Carl’s giving Matt a blow job.Matt’s head levelled and his shoulders hunched forward. His lips pulled back in an animal-like snarl and he froze with his hips pushed deep against Carl’s face.Quickly, I stepped away. After he’d finished coming down Carl’s throat, Matt would open his eyes and see me watching from the doorway. I didn’t know which one of us would be the most mortified—me probably.I turned and came face to face with Jane.“Hi, Annie,” she said quietly. “I came to see if you needed to borrow a top.”“I...I... No, I’m fine, thanks.” I struggled to drag in a breath.Her gaze slipped to my chest. My breasts were heaving like mounds of jelly and the wobbling flesh threatened to spill over its containment. “I like that top better than the other one,” she said, her eyes not moving from where they’d settled.“I...just... Shall we go and sort out dessert?” I was keen to get her away from the image of her husband getting a blow job from another man.“No, I think we’ll stay up here.” She lifted a stray curl from my breast and held it between her thumb and index finger. “I like it up here, just you and me.”My skin ignited where her fingertip had brushed my flesh, and as she coiled the strand of hair around her finger with delicate, precise movements, I had to lean my back against the coolness of the wall for support. She placed the lock on my shoulder, and very gently, her finger traced over the strap of my vest top as if smoothing it neat.“Don’t worry about them.” She nodded at the bedroom where Matt and Carl could be heard shuffling about. “They always do that between main and dessert.”“They do?” My eyes saucered, and my mind whirled. “And you don’t mind?”“Hell, no.” She stepped closer and I was forced to tip my head up to look at her face. “It means I can do exactly what I want, with who I want, and Matt can’t say a thing. Not one little, teeny, tiny complaint.” The shiny pink tip of her tongue caressed the corner of her mouth.“Oh.” I thought she was going to kiss me. She was so close I could see every tiny freckle on her face. Her grey eyes were studying my mouth and her toes were touching mine. I licked my lips and buckled my knees.“Do you have that kind of relationship with Tim?” she asked. “He and Matt used to share everything, you know?”“They did?”“Yes, nothing was out of bounds.”“It wasn’t?”“They even shared me sometimes.”“Oh.” How did I feel about knowing Tim had slept with Jane? I played the scene in my head, like a movie, and decided there was only one overwhelming feeling, jealousy. But I wasn’t jealous of Jane getting it off with my boyfriend. I was jealous that Tim had been inside Jane. He knew what she felt like, what noises she made when she came, where she liked to be touched. I was insanely jealous that he’d done what I wanted to do right this minute.Our heads moved closer. I licked my lips, so did she. Closer still. The next thing I knew, her mouth was pressing on mine and mine was parting for hers. Who’d instigated it I had no idea.Her hot tongue probed past my teeth and swept around. I opened up farther, invited her in and relished my first time kissing a woman. Her lips were pliant and gentle, but there was urgency and confidence in them. I dipped my tongue into her mouth and delighted in her sweet, white wine flavour.I ran my hands over the flimsy silken material of her red dress and down her spine. Travelled onto her behind and over the tops of her thighs, smoothing the silk and absorbing heat from taut, gym-honed flesh.She let out a tiny whimper and leant her body forward, pressing me against the wall with her chest and hips. Her perfect breasts landed above mine and her hip bones pinned me in place. Her roaming hands caught in my mop of hair and she cradled the back of my skull as she pulled her mouth back an inch. “Let’s take this into your room,” she said on a charged outward breath. “Now, Annie.”The way she pronounced my name, dripping with lust, sent extra currents of energy pumping to my clit, I was going to have sex with Jane. It was the only thing that could possibly happen next. I was going to touch her gorgeous body all over, feel her writhe beneath my fingers. I was determined to find out how she looked and sounded when she came.I pressed my hand into the small of her back and practically shoved her into my room. My heart thudded like a jungle drum and my pussy contracted in anticipation. I shut the door with a quite click and turned to face her.She was the epitome of self control and poise and stood elegantly at the end of the bed, toeing off her heels. My control and poise, however, were nowhere in sight. Tim had wound me up hours ago, and like a bomb, I was ready to go off. But still, I hesitated. Was I cheating on Tim if I fucked Jane?“Tim won’t mind,” Jane said as if reading my thoughts. “In fact, he’d probably enjoy the show. So would Matt, come to think of it.”

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Okay, so I eat, sleep, and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn't mean I don't have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what's not to lust after?
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England's battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate's attention my way, who am I to say no?
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, it's clear no one else will ever compare.



All my life I've been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn't bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one thing is bothering me - my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination - he'll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along.
Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who's pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.
Author's note: I received the rights back to Cold Nights, Hot Bodies in 2016 when the publisher closed. It is now self published as both a Kindle eBook and an audiobook and has many five-star reviews.

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She smiled against his lips, untangled herself from his arms, and spun around. She reached for the shower gel and a flannel and passed them over her shoulder to him. “You offered your services.”“Happy to oblige.”Smiling, she studied the tiles on the wall. They were cream with bronze-colored flecks in them.The scent of vanilla swirled within the steam. He rubbed the flannel over her shoulders, left to right, his touch tender and caring.She sighed and relaxed into the moment. It was lovely to be cared for.“Last night was amazing,” he said quietly against her ear.“I know.”“You were amazing.”“Not so bad yourself.”“And this morning.” He paused and kissed her temple. “Nicest way I’ve ever been woken up.”She giggled. “I’m glad you approved.”He slid the flannel down her back and rubbed it over the hollow of her spine. “I feel I should return the favor.”“I wouldn’t complain.”He kissed her shoulder then headed lower, following the path the flannel had just traveled.She shut her eyes, loving the sensation of his stubble scratching her skin. His lips traced the shape of her spine then over her buttocks. The flannel had gone, and he was exploring the shape of her hips with his hands.“Turn around,” he said, twisting her as he spoke. “Like this.”As she spun to face him, he backed her up against the cool wall.His face was level with her pussy, the water bouncing off his broad shoulders.“Dean…?”

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