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April 8, 2016
April 7, 2016
Please Help Me Make Her Special Knight Free On Amazon (AGAIN!)
It seems like this happens every few months and it’s sincerely annoying.
For some odd reason, Amazon has decided to start charging people again for a book that I worked very hard at to make FREE. This is despicable and I am very unhappy. Please help me make it free again!
Here is the link for the book on Amazon: http://goo.gl/gqidro
Please tell them about this lower price (and where you can still get it for FREE!):
B&N: http://goo.gl/RGmTD3
iTunes: https://goo.gl/rwh0Ec
Thanks so much for your help!
Filed under: Writing Tagged: Amazon, Erotic Romance, Free Read, Her Special Knight, Lisa Fox
April 6, 2016
Kabana Wild: Tropical Duet 1 By Josie Jax
Kabana Wild
: Tropical Duet 1 By Josie Jax
Three reckless lovers and one wild Hawaiian tryst… Mitch, a secretly bisexual movie star. Kiona, a sugarcane heiress planning a name-only marriage. Her hot, fierce boyfriend, Kol. And a devious tabloid reporter who could ruin them all…
Buy Links:
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Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01CF79ML8
Loose Id: http://www.loose-id.com/kabana-wild-tropical-duet-i.html
Kobo: http://www.loose-id.com/kabana-wild-tropical-duet-i.html
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Josie_Jax_Kabana_Wild?id=qgWoCwAAQBAJ
Excerpt
He thirsted for her as always, but how to get his final fill of her in this cramped little sports car?
Nakolo, the sunroof… It was as if Pele whispered the solution in his ear.
“Stand up,” he ordered.
“S-stand up?”
“You heard me. Stand up. Remove your shoes, plant a foot on each seat, and stand up so your top half is through the sunroof.”
Her mouth fell open, and a sound that resembled a wheeze tore from her throat. He watched as she blinked, scanned the inside of the car, and looked up through the sunroof. Nakolo knew the precise moment understanding dawned on her.
For a full thirty seconds, she stared deep into his eyes, her own tearing up. She finally understood his desperation and intense desire to have her, to reclaim what was his after seeing her with another man.
Kiona twisted, assuring the car remained in park, and removed her shoes. She reached for the sunroof’s edge and pulled herself to a standing position. She was a tall woman, and it was a small car, so with her feet placed as wide as she could get them on each front seat, the roof came to waist level.
She set her elbows and forearms on the roof and leaned on them. “I’m ready,” she whispered down to him.
He scooted forward and drew up her dress, stuffing the front hem beneath the garment’s waistband. And there it was, her jewel—his jewel. Nakolo’s mouth watered, and his balls throbbed, engorging like a balloon ready to pop.
“Hemolele! Mmm, my love, you are so gorgeous, so”—he swiped his tongue up her slit, eliciting a scream from her—“delicious.”
The flavor of cream and faint salt burst in his mouth. Holy islands, she was wetter than the sea. He drew back and studied her toned thighs and the top of the V they held dear. Except for a small patch of dark curls above her clit, she always kept her pussy shaved for him so he could feel her silky lips on his tongue or encircling his shaft. The labia were smooth and naturally tanned, her nub pink and swollen, emerging at the top of her cleft like the early bloom of a hibiscus. God, what perfection!
Nakolo couldn’t delay any longer. He wrapped his arms around her hips and reached behind her. Sinking one finger into her dripping-wet puka, he closed his mouth over her swollen bud.
She screamed again, this time far louder. He heard her hands slap the roof and rejoiced when her voluptuous body spasmed in his arms, against his face. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris while gazing upward through the sunroof. She was like a siren of the sea. He watched as the Pacific winds blew inland, tossing her hair in a wild mass, her breasts perky mounds, her face contorted in ecstasy.
Her pelvis did a swiveling dance, abrading over his face. She growled, reaching for that pinnacle that always came so easily for her. Nakolo pumped his finger faster, adding another, then a third. She spread wider, accommodating him, coating his fingers with her stickiness. With his tongue, he thoroughly explored every fold, crease, and little bulge, knowing the time would come very soon when he would have to yank her down into the car and plunge himself into her.
She was almost there, he could tell by the stiffening of her dance and the animal mewls escaping from deep in her throat. But somewhere in the sexual blur of his mind, Nakolo heard the hum of a car engine. He whipped his head around to see a sleek Mercedes pull up behind Kiona’s car.
“Goddamn it,” he swore when he saw none other than Mitch Wulfrum—the damn movie star—unfold himself from the driver’s seat and stride toward Kiona’s car.
Kiona’s windows were darkly tinted, so most likely Mitch couldn’t see Nakolo. If Mitch had spied Nakolo’s truck back at Jager’s house, he’d probably know Nakolo sat in her car. But if he hadn’t peered out the window at Nakolo’s boyish antics, Mitch wouldn’t know whose truck it was and might assume Kiona was alone and the truck abandoned.
Not knowing one way or the other added an edge of excitement to the unexpected situation. Nakolo’s loins simmered with reluctant fire. Did he want to be discovered or not?
As Mitch approached the driver’s side, Nakolo studied the strikingly handsome face, the tall, lean body…and the bulge in the jeans Mitch now wore. Nakolo swore under his breath. Why was it he found the sight of this man sauntering nearer so very arousing while Kol orally pleasured Kiona? Where had his anger gone? And why hadn’t he demanded an explanation from Kiona about her tryst with this man before Kol had dived right into satisfying his sexual urges?
“Mitch, what are you—what are you doing here?” Kol heard Kiona choke out.
***
Author Bio: Josie Jax is the new pseudonym for a USA Today bestselling author of erotic romances in various genres. She lives in the Midwest and dreams of becoming a crazy cat lady by rehabbing an old barn into a fancy mansion for stray cats and stranded kittens.
Please visit Josie’s website at http://www.JosieJax.com or feel free to email her at josiejax1@gmail.com.
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: Erotic, Josie Jax, Kabana Wild, Ménage, MMF, Romance, Tropical Duet 1
April 5, 2016
April 3, 2016
Today’s Agenda
It’s time to do some spring cleaning and other household chores.
Filed under: Hot Men Tagged: Chores, Houseboy, Sexy Men, Spring Cleaning
April 2, 2016
Saturday Video – Eddie Murphy – Party All the Time
This damn song has been stuck in my head for DAYS. I don’t even know where it came from.
Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: 80s, Eddie Murphy, Party All the Time, Rick James
April 1, 2016
March 31, 2016
Still Time To Win One Kiss – #AmazonGiveaway!
Win One Kiss, Book One in my Midnight Kiss series from Amazon! Enter right here: https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/a5ae8c05267610e2
Sometimes one kiss can change everything.
New Year’s Eve is supposed to be a night for celebration and new beginnings. For best friends Kat and Dean, it is a nightmare filled with disastrous dates and enraged ex-girlfriends!
Lucky for them, they’ve got each other to help laugh off the embarrassing, and downright inappropriate, moments. But then midnight rolls around and neither of them have anyone to kiss…
There’s no doubt this is a night they will always remember.
The real question is whether it will be a night they want to forget…
NO PURCHASE NECESSARY. Ends the earlier of Apr 2, 2016 11:59 PM PDT, or when all prizes are claimed. See Official Rules http://amzn.to/GArules.
Filed under: News Tagged: AmazonGiveaway, Giveaway, Lisa Fox, New York City, One Kiss, Romance
March 30, 2016
Shopping for a Billionaire’s Wife by Julia Kent
Shopping for a Billionaire’s Wife by Julia Kent
Who needs a SWAT team to escape from their own wedding? Me.
My Momzilla turned us into hostages at our own ceremony, so Declan and I are getting married the good old-fashioned way, just like everybody else.
By calling in his private security team, stealing away before the ceremony by helicopter, connecting to his corporate jet and heading for Las Vegas.
The Boston wedding of the year is about to become a trashy Elvis drive-thru ceremony.
Until the best man spills the beans and Mom, Dad, my sisters, his brothers, my maid of honor, my friend Josh, and even my cat, Chuckles, all come along for the ride.
I can’t win, can I?
Oh. Yeah. I already did.
Love conquers all.
Even my crazy family.
Shopping for a Billionaire’s Wife is the 8th book in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series. After Declan convinces Shannon to escape from their own wedding minutes before the ceremony begins, the madcap adventures are just getting started. When the mother of the bride pries their location out of the tortured best man, the whole crazy crew follows the bride and groom to Las Vegas in this romantic comedy from Julia Kent.
Buy Links:
iBooks: http://apple.co/1MakCyR
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1MQ6iHe
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1PcrclH
Nook/BN: http://bit.ly/1UteJ0M
Kobo: http://bit.ly/1PIOrbz
Google Play: http://bit.ly/1OMTusz
Print: http://amzn.to/1QHfwIU
Audiobook: http://adbl.co/1Ml3l2t
Excerpt
Bzzzz.
“I’m ready to throw my phone into a running jet engine,” Declan says against my mouth, the vibration of his deep voice making me shiver.
“Better than throwing in my mother,” I joke.
His silence makes me stomach clench.
“Declan!” I say with a nudge.
He laughs, the chuckle a tactile sensation I feel through his chest. My hands are still on his neck and back, and he’s pressing his forehead against mine.
“Let’s not talk about Marie right now,” he says.
“Agreed.”
Without effort, we pivot and return to the path toward the terminal. My wedding dress has a long train, covered in silk, tartan, tulle and what feels like chain mail. Declan seems to anticipate any potential mishap I may experience, expertly shoving various pieces of fabric out of the way so I can move with freedom and grace. Who on earth thought this monstrosity of a wedding dress was a good idea for a July ceremony in Massachusetts?
Oh. Right.
She Who Must Not Be Named.
I love my mom. I do. But I don’t love what the wedding made her become.
We enter the private airport lounge, where a large, thin-screen television is bolted to the ceiling in one corner. When I was a little girl, Dad liked to bring me, Carol and Amy to the local small airport. The place had a diner in it, and we’d order French fries and strawberry milkshakes, spending an hour or two watching the planes land and take off. If we were lucky, a helicopter would come along.
Once, a really friendly pilot let us climb in his plane.
The place is nothing like that little airport. This is where millionaires and billionaires go to avoid the TSA.
The rich really do live different lives than the rest of us.
This lounge is all clean glass and smoky brown leather. If you told me that the same interior designer who decorated James McCormick’s office at Anterdec had done this job, I’d believe you.
It looks like Teddy Roosevelt came back from the dead and demanded his own airport.
The small bar chairs, dark brown and creased with the kind of patina and age that looks shabby on cheaper leather, but chic and old-world sophisticated among the wealthy, are filled with a smattering of men and women, most in their fifties on up.
All of the servers and bartenders are in their twenties, and not a single one has an extra ounce of fat on them. It’s like Crossfit decided to hold a bartender school.
As we walk into the lounge, every single pair of eyes swivels to take us in.
“Why are they staring at us?” I ask Declan, clutching his arm.
“Because you’re wearing a wedding dress and I look like something out of a BBC documentary?” he answers smoothly.
I look down at myself. Look over at him. Take in the kilt, the socks covering his calves, the laces on his special Scottish shoes.
“Oh.”
One of the patrons, a man who is sitting next to a woman who looks like an adventurous traveler and not a mannequin on a rich man’s arm, points to the television, then back to us.
“You two on the run?”
***
Author Bio:
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge, and new adult books that push contemporary boundaries. From billionaires to BBWs to rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every book she writes, but unlike Trevor from Random Acts of Crazy, she has never kissed a chicken.
Social Media Links:
Website: http://jkentauthor.blogspot.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jkentauthor
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/jkentauthor
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: Julia Kent, Romance, Romantic Comedy, Shopping for a Billionaire's Wife
March 29, 2016
Work Must Be Done
Sadly, this book simply refuses to write itself. I’m going to actually do something if I ever want it finished.
Filed under: Ramblings Tagged: Hot Construction Men, Lisa Fox Needs To Get Some Work Done, Nice Ass, Sexy Men
