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Important Information for my Readers.

Thank you for reading this special announcement.


Recently, after parting company with a publisher, I've gained the rights back to a number of novels and novellas. As I've never owned the rights to the covers, I'm now in the process of republishing them with new artwork.
However, I feel it important to point out to my wonderful readers that the content of these books remains unchanged, so if you've read them before, it's the same sexy romance stories between the pages.
In the hope to avoid any confusion here are the books that have been given new covers and re-released. Click on the covers for more information and buy links. 









MATTRESS MUSIC is the first in my Rock Starz series, MIRROR MUSIC and MENAGE A MUSIC soon to follow.



I did once again manage to use the gorgeous model Francis Cura on the cover of COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES - he's a perfect Shane!





DANGEROUS TO KNOW is pure erotica - my only piece of work that has no romance whatsoever - so don't expect hearts and flowers, it's filthy!














HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE is slightly unusual as the new publisher 'did' insist on a new title as well as new cover.
Previously this BDSM novel was titled IN EXPERT HANDS, so please don't repurchase if you've already enjoyed Imogen and Kane's sexy story. Though if you haven't, do grab it, it's had a clean sweep of 5* reviews.




And...drum roll...my super sexy hockey-themed series, HOT ICE, is set to hit the shelves again on 1st October.

What's more, book #1, HIRED, will be FREE and there's a brand new novel RUSSIAN HEAT that comes with a free bonus story called ROOKIE RULES.
There'll be more details in my next newsletter but if you want a sneak preview of the gorgeous new covers, head on over to my website. 





Of course I have new material set to hit the shelves as well as these re-releases. Look out for my paranormal novella TAKE ME, my BDSM story KINK CLUB, a sci-fi called HER MASTER'S WORLD and also MOBSTER, all due to hit the shelve over the coming months. 





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Stay well and safe.
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Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday - this week a super sexy treat from BAD IDEA my new M/M, BDSM biker story...



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Bad ideas can sometimes be the best!
Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.
Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and most of all, wholly satisfied.

“This way.” Heavy dragged me to the left and flung open a door.Anyone else I would have decked for manhandling me this way. I might be a rookie but I was still a Roughneck. I could fight with the best of them and had been locked up a couple of times for brawling with our enemies.No one pushed me around.Except for Heavy.I stumbled as he forced me into a small room that held a bed and a cheap plastic table. It was one of the places the guys liked to use for fucking the chicks that hung around.I stared at the bed as the door slammed. Were we going to?Here?No, far too risky.I turned to Heavy. He’d leaned against the door and his chest was rising and falling with his hurried breaths, stretching his T-shirt taut.My dick surged. He was brimming with everything I adored about him—strength, power, passion and danger. I had no way of guessing which way this would go.“Come here,” he said.I blew out a breath and flexed and unflexed my fingers, wondering if a right hook was coming my way.“Now.”I did as instructed and stepped up to him.As soon as I was within reach he grabbed my face, his palms tight on my cheeks, and pulled me close. His mouth hit down on mine in a fast, furious kiss. His tongue swept over mine and our teeth clashed.I groaned as pleasure surged within me. I kissed him back, my heart thudding and my pulse loud in my ears.We’d never kissed on MC property before. Hadn’t dared. I squeezed into him. Rubbed my groin over his. Our erections pressed together through our clothing. My balls tightened and the zipper on my jeans dug into my shaft.Suddenly he pushed me away.“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, wiping the back of his hand over his lips.I clenched my teeth and refused to wipe the evidence of our kiss from my mouth. It had happened, it was what I’d wanted, but oh, I wanted so much more.“You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, his eyebrows pulled so low they made it hard to see his irises.“I do.”“So tell me, sub.”For a moment I relished hearing the word sub. It seemed to bounce around the walls of the small shadowed room and settle in my chest. No matter what else was happening, I was still his sub. He was still my Master and that was all that was important to me.“Speak,” he said, “before you double the amount of lashings you’re gonna get later.”“Later?” My heart soared and my cock surged. “What’s happening later?”“Nothing if you don’t start telling me what you’re up to.”“I’m not up to anything.”“Don’t give me that shit. I catch you staring at me like you want my cock in your mouth in the middle of the yard, then you’re late to the meeting, then...” He paused and shook his head. “You’ve got a woman draped all over you and you’re about to go and fuck pussy.”I kind of shrugged. I couldn’t deny those things, though whether or not I’d have fucked pussy I didn’t know. Perhaps a blow job just to take the edge off my lust for Heavy. I knew I could handle that, I’d done it before. I just shut my eyes and pretended it was my Master sucking my cock.“What are you up to?” he asked again.“Nothing. I missed you. It’s been so long.”He shoved his hand down the front of his leathers and appeared to adjust his dick. “Tell me about it.”“So what’s happening later?”“There’s a motel, eight miles south.” He jerked his head to the right.“I know it, it’s hidden by trees. There was a murder there a few months ago. It’s just reopened.”“Yeah, that’s the one. Apparently the new owner is an alcoholic. He doesn’t take much notice of who’s coming and going as long as he’s got enough whiskey to get him through the day.”“Yeah.”“We can use it once, I reckon, and tonight is as good as any. You tell Griff you’re running an errand in town for me. I want some Panama cigars for after I’ve screwed Rose.”“Are you going to screw Rose?”“I might have to, but not tonight.” He shrugged.I glanced away. I hated that he had to go with women so the Roughneck Riders thought he was on the straight and narrow.“It means nothing, it’s just shoving it in a wet place to keep the guys off my back.”“I know.”“And you get sucked off from time to time.”“You know about that?” I widened my eyes.“I know everything that happens in my club.” He held out his hands. “And isn’t that why you do it? So everyone thinks you’re into women?”“I guess.”“So what would be the point of it being a secret?”I said nothing. He’d made sense.“Tonight...” Heavy’s tone was softer. “That’s what I live for and have for the last two years, Junk. Being with you. But...”“But what?” There was a but?“But you’ve really pushed my buttons by stepping out of line today.”“I’m sorry, Sir.”He folded his arms, his knuckles pressing against his biceps and causing them to bulge outward. Desire shot over his eyes. I knew he loved it when I called him that.“Sir,” I said again then dashed my tongue over my bottom lip, picking up the lingering flavor of him. “I didn’t mean to step out of line.”Oh, but I had. Not initially. I couldn’t help staring at the man I was obsessed with after he’d been away for a week. And something petulant within me had made me late for the meeting. Rose, well, she’d been my bad idea to get Heavy to notice me and judging from what was happening now, I’d well and truly gotten his attention.


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Her Dominant Billionaire - OUT NOW #FSOG #BDSM #ebook #erotic

I'm excited to announce that HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE is now available. A word of warning, though, this book was previously published with different cover art and with the title IN EXPERT HANDS, so if you've already enjoyed Kane and Imogen's sexy BDSM story, then you've read this, the content remains the same.
It's thrilling to see it with a flashy new cover though, and set with a new publisher. More details below...


When a wealthy client of her company requests to have lunch with her to discuss a new business venture, Imogen White doesn’t expect to end up answering questions about her most intimate desires. But Kane Ward is no ordinary client. He’s a man who gets what he wants, every time, and it doesn’t take long for Imogen to realize that what he wants is her.
Imogen accompanies Kane to New York City to learn more about his new investment, and with the handsome billionaire’s charm and confidence leaving her breathless things quickly heat up between them. But Kane has very particular tastes, and Imogen soon finds herself kneeling naked at his feet as he teaches her what it means to submit to a dominant man.
The pleasure of yielding to Kane’s masterful lovemaking is more intense than anything she’s experienced before, but Imogen is far from used to giving up control to anyone. Will Kane’s demands drive Imogen from his arms before she can come to terms with her own needs?


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My Sexy Saturday

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday, here's a few from my new release BAD IDEA, which is a super hot M/M, MC, BDSM novella.


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Bad ideas can sometimes be the best!
Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.
Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and most of all, wholly satisfied.



(please note, BAD IDEA was previously published in the HIS RULES anthology)





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HOT ICE - COVER REVEAL!

I am BEYOND excited to announce that HOT ICE, my beloved hockey erotic romance series, is due to hit the shelves on 1st October. It's been unavailable for a while, but now my sexy Viper boys have found a new home, new covers and there's even an additional novel (RUSSIAN HEAT which has a FREE bonus story at the end) added to the series.
And if that wasn't exciting enough, book #1 HIRED is going to be absolutely FREE so you can get hooked on these hot athletes who are as talented in the bedroom as they are on the ice!
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Mattress Music - OUT NOW!

MATTRESS MUSIC is the first book in my ROCK STARZ series and is out today! Look out for the next two books coming soon, MIRROR MUSIC and MENAGE A MUSIC. Each book is fine as a standalone read, but put them together and you'll get to see what all the sexy members of the Manic Machines get up to when they're not on stage being rock gods!
*Please note this book was previously published with different cover art. The content remains the same.*

Is it possible to lose one’s ability to orgasm? Nina has. Lately, her fun weekend hook-ups have been more ho-hum than hot damn! It doesn’t help that she has three flatmates and is forced to play loud music to mask the sounds of her lovemaking. Talk about distracting! Of course, there’s another reason Nina’s less than satisfied these days...she’s just having a hard time admitting it. 
It’s a good thing she’s met Ian, then. Not content to be a weekend hook-up, Ian is set on giving Nina what she’s been missing while making her admit what she needs. His talented fingers—and other body parts—are up to the task. But Ian’s not admitting a few things himself. Turns out his fingers can do more than make Nina’s body sing. 
When she discovers his secret, it’s time for both of them to face the music. 


Excerpt
He leaned forward and kissed me again, but this time harder, as if he meant business and wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. He darted his tongue into my mouth and his chest pressed against mine. Scooping me into the crook of his arm, he dragged me into a lying position, then flopped on top of me. My head sank in the pillow. I felt the hardness in his jeans press onto my bare legs as his body stretched out over mine. “I think we should put some music on,” he whispered into my mouth. “To cover up the squeals of delight you’re gonna be making in a minute.”Utterly convinced of his plan, I muffled a giggle and smoothed my palms over the beautiful planes of his shoulders. “Okay, hit shuffle and see what comes on.”He jumped up, clicked on the iPod and then shoved off his jeans and boxers as he walked back to the bed.He dropped on top of me, gave a lopsided grin then set about kissing his way down my neck.“Oh God,” Ian groaned, flopping his forehead against my collarbone. “The words work but this guy’s sappy voice really gets on my nerves.” “I like James Blunt,” I said, reaching for a condom and thinking You’re Beautiful was a sweet choice of song after what he’d just said about me being perfect.“Let’s hit shuffle again,” he bargained. “Get something with a bit more pace, a bit more rhythm.”“Okay.” I shrugged.He jumped up again, flicked the iPod with a definite impatience to his movement and then was hovering back over me.I traced my finger over the tattoo on his inner arm. It was like Chinese writing or something, but more intricate, more curly and pretty. I liked it but it must have hurt like hell on that sensitive patch of flesh. “You’re not allowed to change the next one,” I said. “Whatever it is, it stays.” I was impatient to get down to business now.“Suits me,” he said as he ducked to suckle my nipple. I arched into him, delighting in the suction he was creating and the gentle nipping of his teeth. He really was getting it just right, just how I liked it.The iPod howled like a wolf. The eerie sound echoed around my four walls.I ran my hands through his hair and shut my eyes. Perhaps Thriller could be sexy and it was certainly sonically dense enough to mask our noise.His hands were wandering, sliding up my thighs toward the juncture of my legs. He ruffled through my tuft of coppery pubes and nudged my thighs apart with his knee.An annoying zombie with outstretched, dangling arms loomed toward me, face ashen, dirty fingernails bloody.Damn it!I wished I had earplugs. I wished my flatmates had earplugs so I had no need for cover-up music. It was messing with my mind and my body.“Where’s the condom?” Ian asked, sitting back on his heels, his breathing coming fast and hard. I stared at the neat row of bricked abs running down his stomach, visible now I was seeing him in daylight.“Here.” I opened the wrapper and passed it to him. The blood that had been rushing to my clit was running scared, beating away at a hundred miles an hour, being chased by the bass of the music. He rolled the condom down his impressive erection.I tried to suppress the image of creatures crawling from the mud in the graveyard, eyes wide and ratty black teeth grinning manically at me.Ian looked hungrily at my waiting body, swallowed hard and then lay back over me. His weight was delicious, just right, half supported on his elbows, half pressed onto me. I squirmed, dragged in a breath full of his divine scent—man and musk, a lazy morning body infused with testosterone and coffee. I spread my legs wider. He kissed me again as he slid expertly into my hot flesh.I gasped. His cock was long and thick and so hard it was like steel. He tunneled to the hilt on that first push. I felt impaled, possessed by him—it was glorious. I gripped him with my vaginal muscles and he groaned appreciatively in my ear.The song blasted on. I could visualize the cheerleader with her frizzy hair, wide eyes and hands shaking at her screaming mouth.I broke the kiss and stared at the dusty floral lampshade to rid my mind of the doomed girl in the Thriller video.Ian thrust harder and began to rotate his pelvis against my clit. Any other situation, any other time, back in my old room, I’d have been clawing the ceiling, trembling with the imminent arrival of a fantastic climax. He palmed my right breast and nuzzled my neck. I tried to catch a spark as the song thumped out the chorus.“What’s up?” he asked, suddenly stilling all movements.“Nothing.”He muttered something and began to pull away. I saw a flash of disappointment cross his eyes.“It’s okay.” I wrapped my legs around his thighs and clasped his taut biceps. “Carry on, you’re doing great.” I tried to reach for a kiss. He was a cute guy, even cuter in the light of day and I really hadn’t lived up to his expectations. It wasn’t his fault my mind was being overtaken by zombies.“Yeah, but you’re not.” He dodged my lips and slipped from me, swiveled to sit on the side of the bed and fisted his cock. His beautiful golden shoulders hunched and his head hung low. He was breathing hard.“Ian,” I said, laying my hand on his back, keen to make it up to him.“Don’t touch me.” He shivered, a trickle of spasms that seemed to rattle up his entire spinal column. “I can’t handle it. If you’re not into it, what’s the point?”“I am into it.”“No, you’re not. It’s obvious you’re trying to think of something else, anything except me.”“That’s not true.”“You’re staring at the ceiling, eyes glazed, groaning randomly, expecting me to believe you’re getting ready to climax.”“But—”“No buts.” He stood and turned to face me, his engorged erection jutted forward, the swollen head an angry burgundy. It looked painful. “Get dressed.” He snapped off the condom and aimed it at the bin. “We’re going out.”“But—”“No buts. I don’t give a damn what else you had planned for today.” His eyes narrowed and his jaw set. “Cancel it.” Buy Links
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Cover Reveal!

I'm thrilled to show off my new covers for BITE MARK and CLAW MARK today. These books were previously published with different cover art but have had a make over.  Official release coming soon.
Designed by the super talented Posh Gosh!

Life in London as a butcher girl was hard enough, but when my best friend Denny went missing it became miserable. Stumbling into the Worshipful Company of the Ancient Order while searching for him was like a breath of fresh air. Especially because sexy, sophisticated Aimery promised to help me.
But Aimery’s friend Ryle wanted in on the action. My head was spinning, my body reacting to theirs whenever they were around. But I had questions: What was their obsession with my rare blood type? How did they always appear when I needed them? And how old were they?
Learning the truth about my lovers brought new fears and delights. They could take me higher than I’d ever gone before, show me pleasures I’d never imagined and were prepared to kill to protect me. Being mortal had never been so much erotic fun—or so deliciously dangerous.

Being married to two sexy vampires is as exciting as it is dangerous. One minute I’m on top of the world, ecstasy my best friend, the next I’m running for my life. But it’s okay with Aimery and Ryle at my side—they’ve sworn to love and protect me and keep me satisfied until I’m old and gray.
But when everything crashes down, literally, I can see no way out of the darkness—death my best option. Until, that is, two unusual men who live in the Canadian Rockies come bounding to my aid.
Gentle Caleb and prickly Isaac have secrets. They’re full of passion, desire, love and lust and their isolated lives weaved with mystery. But I know what they are. I’m not completely naive. I’m also craving some serious satisfying, a distraction from my dilemma, and it seems these guys are up for the job.
Will I ever be normal again? Or will my life always be turbulent, terrifying and tempting beyond belief? Nothing is certain in a world of vampires and shifters.

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BAD IDEA - Out Today

My story in the HIS RULES anthology is being released as a standalone read. You can get BAD IDEA from Pride Publishing, or from all other good retailers.Back Cover Information
Bad ideas can sometimes be the best!
Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.
Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening, obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and, most of all, wholly satisfied.


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Fierce Temper (Ozark Magic, #2) by NJ Young

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today! I am very happy to share my new release, Fierce Temper! If you like super hot book boyfriends, sizzling M/F/M ménage sex, serious suspense, and a laugh-your-ass off heroine, then I really hope you will check out Fierce Temper!
To celebrate my release, I am giving away a $10 Amazon gift card! Enter my Rafflecopter drawing below!

BlurbTessa Lawson has a secret… actually, she has a few. Not only did she used to be known as adult film star Temper Jazz, but she is also on the run after witnessing a murder and stealing $250K from a drug lord. She moved to Magic to hide, but will she be able to hide her heart?​Milo Livingston has his own demons. His guilt over a horrible accident that injured a friend has left him thinking he doesn’t deserve happiness. He surely doesn’t think that Tessa could ever love him.​When Milo’s friend, DEA Agent Archer Collins comes to town searching for Tessa, the trio’s world is thrown into upheaval. Archer is intent on bringing down the drug cartel responsible for his sister’s death. He never expected to fall in love with the key witness he’s been searching for.​After an attempt is made on Tessa’s life, Milo and Archer join forces to protect the woman they care about. Will both men be able to overcome their own demons and trust Tessa with their hearts? And will their love be enough to protect her from the dangerous people who want her dead?

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About N.J. YoungI'm a Midwestern girl and a lover of coffee, live music, and horror movies, not necessarily in that order.​I've been writing all my life, and I honestly can't remember a time when I wanted to do anything but write. After many years spent suffering the trials of corporate America and writing about everything from financial risk management to software user manuals to website copy about radiators (sadly, I'm not kidding), I decided take the plunge and start writing books.​I love a good love story with super hot alpha males, strong heroines, a little humor, and a lot of suspense. Sprinkle in some sexual fantasies and a few BDSM aspects, and Boom! These are only a few of the themes you'll find in my books.
When I'm not writing, I'm probably at Starbucks, or fighting evil with the help of my husband, two children, and our houseful of animals. 
Stalk N.J. Young on the WebWebsite – www.njyoungbooks.comFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/NJYoungauthor/Twitter - https://twitter.com/NeilaRocksInstagram – www.instagram.com/NeilaRocksGoodreads - https://www.goodreads.com/NJYoung


Fierce Temper (Ozark Magic #2) Excerpt
Tessa swallowed, the heat from Archer’s touch sizzling through her. Milo’s hand slid to the back of her hair as if he wanted his own turn running his fingers through it. He caressed her hair gently, and she nearly moaned in pleasure.
This was a bad idea. A voice in her head kept saying it. But an even louder voice seemed to be kicking that little voice’s ass. Maybe the timing wasn’t ideal, but she was tired of holding back and putting up walls. She’d tried for so long not to let anyone get close enough to hurt her. Maybe it was time to just let everything go, just let herself go, even if it was only for one night.
“I uh, I mean, I’ve seen just about every emotion on your faces tonight. Anger, concern … desire? At least I think this is what desire looks like.”
“In case you’re unsure, let me clear things up for you.” Milo pulled her up so she stood in front of him. Even though she thought of herself as big, she felt dwarfed next to Milo.
When he leaned into her, her first instinct was to pull away, but Archer had backed up against her, cutting off any escape route. She began to wonder if the two of them had done this together before. They were gentle, but both of them held her firmly enough, making it clear she wasn’t going anywhere.
The heat from their bodies made Tessa’s heart pound and her entire lower half throb. It had been a long time since she’d felt this way. Archer’s hands rested lightly on her waist as he leaned in to nuzzle her hair. Milo’s big hand cupped her cheeks, his thumb rubbing sexy little circles. She swallowed hard, and suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Ever so slowly, he reached up to slide her glasses off. He folded them and handed them to Archer who placed them on the bedside table.
“What are you doing?” she managed to croak.
His hands immediately returned to cup her face, tilting her head up until her eyes met his. Those blue eyes had taken on a smoky tint, and she felt a shudder go through her body as she saw herself reflected in them.
“This. We’re doing this.” He bent his head slowly, giving her time to stop him, time to say no. But she didn’t want to stop him.


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Masturbation Monday

Welcome to Masturbation Monday. This week a snippet from my new release DANGEROUS TO KNOW
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For too many years I’ve hidden a sinful, erotic craving in the darkest corner of my soul. Within this deeply buried sliver, shameful fantasies rule and images—seedy, degrading, filthy images—burn through the dark of night and hold my dreams hostage.
Luckily, the center of my whore obsession is keen to play my slutty game. I know nothing about him, other than his taste, touch and smell, but that’s how I want it, because of one thing I’m certain—this man is dangerous to know. But despite the risks, in the very heart of New York, in open view, I’ll tempt him with my wares, show him my skills and prove I’m up for the job.





Dangerous to know ISN'T romantic, it's pure erotica and downright filthy - you have been warned!

I took up position at the opposite end of the sunny bench he liked to sit on. My brain fuzzed with excited anticipation. Seeing him up close, for real, with no lens between us was momentous, but I had to be careful not to be caught staring. So between glances at other park-goers minding their own business, I sneaked looks at his profile. His jaw was big boned and layered with a heavy dose of black stubble. His lips were thin, his nose a little hawklike. Craggy black brows pulled low over what I suspected were brown eyes. As he studied a newspaper, his head hung forward but not his hair; his hair was short, very short and the hint of skull beneath was foreboding and alluring all at the same time. He wasn’t handsome in a traditional way; in fact he was hard-looking, roguish. One might have said a little unkempt but I preferred the description rough and ready. Either way—rough, roguish, unkempt—to me he was perfect because I wasn’t a sweet girl. Beneath my bubbles of blonde hair and dimpled smile I was all about the filth. My fantasies, for as long as I could remember, were dirty and degrading, threaded with disrespect and humiliation and should never have been admitted to, let alone sought. Ignoring the new public smoking ban, he lit a hand-rolled cigarette, flicking the match to the pavement and sucking on the thin papery end. When he exhaled, the stream of smoke drifted my way. I dragged it deep into my lungs, taking in what had circulated his body and delighting as the woodsy vapors entered me. I fluttered my eyes shut, relishing the moment, and when I opened them again he was staring straight at me. I was right, his eyes were brown—deep, chocolate brown that swirled with delicious, hot sin and a suitable amount of disdain. “Hey,” I said, tugging at my glossed bottom lip with my teeth. He poked his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and stroked the seam as if capturing an invisible crumb. Turned back to his newspaper. A native New Yorker then, typically wary of anyone speaking to him without good cause. That was a bonus, a New Yorker would work for me. In fact, it would suit very well. “You live around here?” I asked. His gaze slid back to me, traveling up my bare legs, over the obscenely short hem of my skirt, lingering for a moment on my braless chest and my protruding nipples before resting on my face. “What’s it to you?” Oh my God, his voice. He was not a New Yorker. His grating, sexy drawl held a hint of musicality—European but not English—Eastern Europe perhaps. I’d so not added that into my musings of him, but it was perfect, sublimely perfect. “Just making conversation,” I managed, trying to keep cool even though heat was spreading up my back and chest. “I don’t want conversation.” “So what do you want?” He was a man. There was one thing men always wanted. He huffed and drew on his cigarette. The end burned bright and crackled faintly. “Nothing you could give me.” Smoke trickled from his mouth between his words. Glancing over his shoulder, I was relieved to see there was no one on the path. What I was going to do next was for his eyes only. Quickly I slid my butt around on the bench and folded my legs the way I used to when I was a little girl, ankles crossed, knees sticking out to the sides. My heart pounded and I was aware of my labia peeling apart and cool air washing around my gaping entrance. The sensation thrilled me utterly, and I pushed out my modest chest, resting one arm along the back of the bench, fingers pointing toward him. For all the world acting composed and calm when inside, a turmoil of excited, filthy lust raged. His gaze dropped to my bare pussy, exposed and no doubt shimmering with moisture. He appeared remarkably unfazed by my bold display, his expression lazy and languid. But his casual attention was a heated caress, burning into me, licking me as if with real flames of fire. If just his vaguely bored study could have my clit swelling from its hood, I couldn’t imagine what a touch from him would actually do. “You a whore?” he asked. Oh, the way he said the word whore was delicious; his wide mouth seemed to pull out the “r” at the end as if savoring it, playing with it. “Do you want me to be?” I asked brazenly. He shrugged. “Keeps it simple.” I twitched the side of my mouth into a half-smile even though I wanted to beam. It seemed I’d just found a man to fulfill my forbidden desires and make all my bad dreams come true. “Then yes, I’ll be your whore.” “Just mine?” He pulled on his cigarette, but this time when he blew out, the smoke shot from his mouth in a thin stream. “Yes.” I rubbed my hand over my chest, tweaking my hard nipple. His gaze followed my movement then slid over my right shoulder. I heard footsteps. Someone was coming. He glanced back at me, as if daring me to stay in my exposed position. Always one to rise to a challenge, I kept my legs spread. Willed my knees to stay apart and my pussy bared. I was desperate to clamp my thighs together—as a rule, I was not an exhibitionist and had no desire to flash my cunt to any old Tom, Dick or Harry. But I could and would do this—it was a means to an end. In my peripheral vision a woman appeared. She wore a cerise cardigan and walked a pale-brown boxer dog. She didn’t pause as she stepped past us, nor did she look back and notice my bare pussy. Well, why would she? It was broad daylight, this was a park, why would my intimate female flesh be on public display? He raised his eyebrows and I had a sudden rush of accomplishment. I’d surprised him—clearly he’d thought I’d tuck myself from view. Good, I liked to be a surprise. Being predictable was not in my nature, well, not in my whore-self’s nature anyway. He placed his newspaper on the bench between us and took a last drag of his cigarette before stubbing it under his black boot. “I’m not really one for fucking whore’s pussies, even pretty ones, but…” “But.” “I’ll pay you to suck my cock.” Inside I welled with triumph. The idea of sex as an arrangement, a transaction, was what thrilled me the most. No emotions, no strings. A customer, money and a murky act. That was what appealed to me. Forget candlelit seduction and emotional intimacy, I wanted sleaze, I wanted filth, I wanted to be used as a sexual object by a rough bloke who took what he wanted on a very basic level. “Okay. Where?” I asked. He glanced left and right, his gaze searching, then nodded straight ahead. “Down there.” 

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