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THE ARRANGEMENTPleasing the Manwhore, book 1
by Jenna Fox
Genre:Erotic Romance
Content Warning: This 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.







When I pulled into the driveway, no light was coming through the triangular windows of the mansion. If the Mercedes hadn’t been there, I would’ve thought I was home alone. I parked the car, got out and went to the other side to put my hand to the hood of Sullivan’s vehicle. It was moderately warm. Another late night at the office.


He wasn’t ready to throw me out; I didn’t have to step around my belongings as I made my way up the stoned pathway to the porch. I punched in the passcode and cracked open the door.


Peeking my head inside, I looked into the gloom seeing nothing and hearing only the monotone tick of the grandfather clock. Holding my breath, I clicked the door closed, expecting Sullivan’s frosty bellow to come at me like it did the last time I pulled a late-nighter.


So far, so good. Silence.


To minimize noise, I slipped off my heels. Heading up the steps with catlike movements, I crossed into the thicker shadows of the hallway. No light poured from beneath Sullivan’s bedroom door. He must’ve turned in for the evening.


I entered the dimly lit doorway to my quarters and the hairs on my neck rose when I was stopped short by a tall, masculine silhouette which remained still upon my abrupt entrance.


“You’re late again, little girl. Very late.”


Sullivan’s icy tone left no mystery to his black mood and I froze as he approached me. The moonlight coming through the window cast eerie shadows along the walls, but left his face in total darkness to play on my imagination. My mind sketched him with a menacing look in his eye.


I grabbed at the curtains and dropped my shoes as something was shoved off the table. Drawing in a hard breath, Sullivan took hold of my arms, turned me to face the wall and anchored me with his body. I jerked when he put my hands behind my back and held my wrists together with hands of steel.


His head dipped toward my ear and he spoke in a raspy bass that both heated and scared me. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”


Shock from his reaction nearly had me speechless. I squeaked out a no.


“Do you want him, Taffeta? Do you want the pool boy?”


“No, he’s only a friend.”


His voice turned deceptively soft. A phony sweet. “I’m sure you gave your friend the hard on of his life.”


I took a strained breath. “Funny you mentioned the word friend. It’s exactly how you referred to me today.”


“You really should be more considerate of your friend’s feelings. It’s immature to lead him on and anger me.”


Things between Baxter and I were purely platonic. I’d never intentionally led a guy on. “I normally don’t fuck my friends, Sullivan. So congratulations, you’re the first. What have I done to make you angry?”


“You were all over him.”


His incredibly gentle tone was overshadowed by the fury I felt radiating from him. My heart pounded. “We were only dancing. It really shouldn’t matter. You and I are just friends.”


“You were expected to be here instead of rubbing your body all over that boy. The priority is us, Taffeta.”


“There is no us, Sullivan.” I strongly retaliated, my heart aching. “Remember you don’t do commitments? We sleep in separate rooms, we’re not an item. As long as I’m providing sex, it doesn’t matter what time I come home or who I’m out with.”


Sullivan transferred the grip of my wrists to one strong hold and wrapped something around them. “Maybe I need to help you better understand things,” he hissed. “How and who you spend your time with is ultimately my business. Your whereabouts are my business, too, and as long as you live in my house, you’re for my hands.”


I grimaced as he tightened the restraint and nudged harder against my back.


“I’m going to reiterate where your loyalty should lie, dear. Tomorrow you won’t be able to sit, let alone move, unless you’re reminded of us. So, yes, grinding your ass against a friend does matter.”


Being at his mercy and hearing Sullivan’s voice full of jealousy had my senses screaming. His hand moving over my panties and his wicked promise was making my body ache. I moved my hips closer to the bulge in his pants so I could feel the hardness between my buttocks.


“I want you to let me go.” I choked on the lie as soon as I said it.


“Let you go? My, my Taffeta, you’re going to have to be more convincing, your panties are soaked. And don’t tell me you don’t require my touch, I’ve felt your climaxes. A woman doesn’t come like that for just any man.”


He knew me so well.


I was limp as a ragdoll when he turned me around to face him. The moon shed just enough silver light on his face to show his savage features. There was a rasp of a zipper and I shivered when the force of his body pressed me against the wall again. “I’m going to fill you up with my cock and, before this night is through, you’re going to know and understand who commands your body.”


He set out to prove his words.


In an instant my skirt and panties were on the floor and my blouse and bra were torn open, dangling from my restrained arms. The only thing between us was his shirt and the blue flame in his eyes penetrating the darkness. I knew what that fire meant. Possessiveness. It was there the first time he took me.


He curled both arms around my waist and hauled me to the bed. “I will break you from this pool boy. Oh yes, my little girl, I will break you.” His strength and swiftness had me bending to his will as he laid me down and adjusted my limp body to his liking. As if I wasn’t already bared enough, he opened my legs too.


I’d been scathed so deeply, never needing a man in this way. I’d sorely lost the fight to keep any measure of mental distance from him. The heated emotion in my voice couldn’t be stifled. “Sullivan, you’ve already broken me.”


He didn’t skip a beat as his fingers thrust inside my pussy, wiggling and pushing me to a near painful pleasure that tore into my soul. Lips, teeth and tongue went into motion, manipulating my tender tissues. I pushed against the pleasure, fighting my desire. “Oh God, Sullivan, why? Why does it have to be this way for us?”


His only response was to continue the torture—the tugging and licking of my clit until a fire was setting deep inside my belly. Fingers were everywhere. Circling my anus, pushing into my pussy. Crippling sensations swarmed my body from every direction. Oh... the sweet pressure. It was rising. I would inevitably pop.


He clasped my nipple, squeezing it in synch with the tickling and warm sucking below. The darkness masked the hunger in his face, but it came through his touch.


I felt his body rise up and heated breath brushed across my face. “I’ll make you understand.”


The second the words left his lips I was overtaken by the blessed burn of his cock ripping into me. I lost my voice from the paralyzing thrust, unable to call out his name, edging on the tip of my tongue. Before I could catch a tiny breath to cry out another plea, he pulled back and impaled me again with enough force to bring tears to my eyes.


This wasn’t just a fuck; it was a claiming. He was tearing me down. I was helpless against this lust, consumed by his power and utterly lost in his touch. I had given my body over to him long ago, but my heart had slipped through the cracks.


The moment my release hit I was so full of emotion, it came out in a long sobbing cry. Broken and filled with pleasure, pain and a longing I could never hide from, all I could do was lie there with his body thrusting into mine, his cock filling me with his sweetness.


I wanted to scream. Shamelessly, I wanted to purge my soul, but the frenzy was restricted to the cages of my mind.


Oh God, Sullivan, I love you. I love you...I love you so fucking much...and I’m not supposed to.




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Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly and doting mother residing in the deep South. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious 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. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter.


In short, she’s a multi-tasker – 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.


Website ✯ Twitter ✯ Goodreads ✯ Amazon ✯ Facebook ✯ Facebook (Author Page) ✯ Pinterest


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Erotic romance - The Arrangement by Jenna Fox #erotic #romance

THE ARRANGEMENTPleasing the Manwhore, book 1
by Jenna Fox
Genre:Erotic Romance
Content Warning: This 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.







When I pulled into the driveway, no light was coming through the triangular windows of the mansion. If the Mercedes hadn’t been there, I would’ve thought I was home alone. I parked the car, got out and went to the other side to put my hand to the hood of Sullivan’s vehicle. It was moderately warm. Another late night at the office.


He wasn’t ready to throw me out; I didn’t have to step around my belongings as I made my way up the stoned pathway to the porch. I punched in the passcode and cracked open the door.


Peeking my head inside, I looked into the gloom seeing nothing and hearing only the monotone tick of the grandfather clock. Holding my breath, I clicked the door closed, expecting Sullivan’s frosty bellow to come at me like it did the last time I pulled a late-nighter.


So far, so good. Silence.


To minimize noise, I slipped off my heels. Heading up the steps with catlike movements, I crossed into the thicker shadows of the hallway. No light poured from beneath Sullivan’s bedroom door. He must’ve turned in for the evening.


I entered the dimly lit doorway to my quarters and the hairs on my neck rose when I was stopped short by a tall, masculine silhouette which remained still upon my abrupt entrance.


“You’re late again, little girl. Very late.”


Sullivan’s icy tone left no mystery to his black mood and I froze as he approached me. The moonlight coming through the window cast eerie shadows along the walls, but left his face in total darkness to play on my imagination. My mind sketched him with a menacing look in his eye.


I grabbed at the curtains and dropped my shoes as something was shoved off the table. Drawing in a hard breath, Sullivan took hold of my arms, turned me to face the wall and anchored me with his body. I jerked when he put my hands behind my back and held my wrists together with hands of steel.


His head dipped toward my ear and he spoke in a raspy bass that both heated and scared me. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”


Shock from his reaction nearly had me speechless. I squeaked out a no.


“Do you want him, Taffeta? Do you want the pool boy?”


“No, he’s only a friend.”


His voice turned deceptively soft. A phony sweet. “I’m sure you gave your friend the hard on of his life.”


I took a strained breath. “Funny you mentioned the word friend. It’s exactly how you referred to me today.”


“You really should be more considerate of your friend’s feelings. It’s immature to lead him on and anger me.”


Things between Baxter and I were purely platonic. I’d never intentionally led a guy on. “I normally don’t fuck my friends, Sullivan. So congratulations, you’re the first. What have I done to make you angry?”


“You were all over him.”


His incredibly gentle tone was overshadowed by the fury I felt radiating from him. My heart pounded. “We were only dancing. It really shouldn’t matter. You and I are just friends.”


“You were expected to be here instead of rubbing your body all over that boy. The priority is us, Taffeta.”


“There is no us, Sullivan.” I strongly retaliated, my heart aching. “Remember you don’t do commitments? We sleep in separate rooms, we’re not an item. As long as I’m providing sex, it doesn’t matter what time I come home or who I’m out with.”


Sullivan transferred the grip of my wrists to one strong hold and wrapped something around them. “Maybe I need to help you better understand things,” he hissed. “How and who you spend your time with is ultimately my business. Your whereabouts are my business, too, and as long as you live in my house, you’re for my hands.”


I grimaced as he tightened the restraint and nudged harder against my back.


“I’m going to reiterate where your loyalty should lie, dear. Tomorrow you won’t be able to sit, let alone move, unless you’re reminded of us. So, yes, grinding your ass against a friend does matter.”


Being at his mercy and hearing Sullivan’s voice full of jealousy had my senses screaming. His hand moving over my panties and his wicked promise was making my body ache. I moved my hips closer to the bulge in his pants so I could feel the hardness between my buttocks.


“I want you to let me go.” I choked on the lie as soon as I said it.


“Let you go? My, my Taffeta, you’re going to have to be more convincing, your panties are soaked. And don’t tell me you don’t require my touch, I’ve felt your climaxes. A woman doesn’t come like that for just any man.”


He knew me so well.


I was limp as a ragdoll when he turned me around to face him. The moon shed just enough silver light on his face to show his savage features. There was a rasp of a zipper and I shivered when the force of his body pressed me against the wall again. “I’m going to fill you up with my cock and, before this night is through, you’re going to know and understand who commands your body.”


He set out to prove his words.


In an instant my skirt and panties were on the floor and my blouse and bra were torn open, dangling from my restrained arms. The only thing between us was his shirt and the blue flame in his eyes penetrating the darkness. I knew what that fire meant. Possessiveness. It was there the first time he took me.


He curled both arms around my waist and hauled me to the bed. “I will break you from this pool boy. Oh yes, my little girl, I will break you.” His strength and swiftness had me bending to his will as he laid me down and adjusted my limp body to his liking. As if I wasn’t already bared enough, he opened my legs too.


I’d been scathed so deeply, never needing a man in this way. I’d sorely lost the fight to keep any measure of mental distance from him. The heated emotion in my voice couldn’t be stifled. “Sullivan, you’ve already broken me.”


He didn’t skip a beat as his fingers thrust inside my pussy, wiggling and pushing me to a near painful pleasure that tore into my soul. Lips, teeth and tongue went into motion, manipulating my tender tissues. I pushed against the pleasure, fighting my desire. “Oh God, Sullivan, why? Why does it have to be this way for us?”


His only response was to continue the torture—the tugging and licking of my clit until a fire was setting deep inside my belly. Fingers were everywhere. Circling my anus, pushing into my pussy. Crippling sensations swarmed my body from every direction. Oh... the sweet pressure. It was rising. I would inevitably pop.


He clasped my nipple, squeezing it in synch with the tickling and warm sucking below. The darkness masked the hunger in his face, but it came through his touch.


I felt his body rise up and heated breath brushed across my face. “I’ll make you understand.”


The second the words left his lips I was overtaken by the blessed burn of his cock ripping into me. I lost my voice from the paralyzing thrust, unable to call out his name, edging on the tip of my tongue. Before I could catch a tiny breath to cry out another plea, he pulled back and impaled me again with enough force to bring tears to my eyes.


This wasn’t just a fuck; it was a claiming. He was tearing me down. I was helpless against this lust, consumed by his power and utterly lost in his touch. I had given my body over to him long ago, but my heart had slipped through the cracks.


The moment my release hit I was so full of emotion, it came out in a long sobbing cry. Broken and filled with pleasure, pain and a longing I could never hide from, all I could do was lie there with his body thrusting into mine, his cock filling me with his sweetness.


I wanted to scream. Shamelessly, I wanted to purge my soul, but the frenzy was restricted to the cages of my mind.


Oh God, Sullivan, I love you. I love you...I love you so fucking much...and I’m not supposed to.




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Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly and doting mother residing in the deep South. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious 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. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter.


In short, she’s a multi-tasker – 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.


Website ✯ Twitter ✯ Goodreads ✯ Amazon ✯ Facebook ✯ Facebook (Author Page) ✯ Pinterest


MoB Promotions


What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions11- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 12- Thursday #Yoga13- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 14- Author Spotlight – Terri Riggs – Coltrane Corners 15 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 16- Author Spotlight – Ines Johnson – Moonlight 17- Author Spotlight – Kelly Dawson - The Gun Slinger's Woman 18- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 19 – Author Spotlight - Viviana MacKade – She Came With the Tide20 - Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 21- Blog Available22- Weekend Writing Warrior #8Sunday 23- Author Spotlight – Gina Danna – This Love of Mine24- Author Spotlight – Reilly Garret - Carnal Obsession25- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor26- Author Spotlight – Charmaine Gordon – Reconstructing Charlie27- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 28 – Blog Available29 – Weekend Writing Warriors 30 – Author Spotlight – Krista Ames -31 - Author Spotlight –

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Victorian Romantic Erotica - Little Lizzie's Reform by Allison West #Victorian #erotica

Little Lizzie's Reformby Allison WestPublished by Blushing Books Blurb:Thomas Montgomery seeks out troubled ladies that are in need of a strict and proper upbringing, encouraging them to join Alton Reform. Discovering Elizabeth Grey alone by the tavern at night, he insists he accompany her on the journey home, to ensure she makes her return safely. It is her sharp tongue and fiery defiance that makes him desire her as his little Lizzie.Without reservation, he suggests to her father that Elizabeth be sent away to Alton Reform, a school known for its strict disciplinary measures to create fine young ladies capable of obeying their husbands. Ladies that without such correction would wind up in an asylum for their tenacious and troublesome ways.Unwed and with no prospects of marriage, Elizabeth is forced by her father to attend Alton Reform and be trained by her governess under the headmaster’s guidance.Elizabeth does not take well to Alton Reform’s ways of discipline. Unpleased after a stern spanking to her bare bottom, Elizabeth runs away, only to be caught by Mr. Thomas Montgomery.Will he force her to return to Alton Reform? Can Thomas show Elizabeth that love can be gained from discipline? How will she feel when he confesses his desire to make her his little Lizzie?*Little Lizzie’s Reform features elements of age play, anal play, discipline, and graphic sex.
Available now from:Amazon | Blushing Books | Barnes & Noble | All Romance

Excerpt
Buttoning her coat, she pulled it tighter as she headed for the door on her way out of the tavern. “Please do not tell me you came alone,” a gentleman with thick brown hair said as he held open the door for her. He towered above Elizabeth, gazing down at her with a stern gaze. “My friend left early,” Elizabeth said; it was a lie. Had Isabel shown up, she would have had someone to accompany her at least half way home on foot. The walk was not bad, she had learned ways to cut through town and make the journey quicker. “Right,” he said, staring at her, sizing her up. He did not so much as blink as he refused to look away. He had the palest blue eyes that she had ever seen, with thick dark lashes that matched his mahogany hair. He was striking, no doubt, but Elizabeth had done well to avoid men and did not wish to change her ways now. She hadn’t paid anyone much attention in the tavern, but the way he answered, she half-wondered if he’d been watching her. He shook his head, clearly unpleased. “It is not right for a lady such as yourself to be walking alone at night. I shall accompany you home. Unless you have a carriage waiting for you?” He glanced outside, waiting to see if her coachman would show himself and take responsibility for the girl being on her own. No one came forward. “Sir, I do not know you,” Elizabeth said, glancing at him from head to toe. He was well dressed, a striking gentleman a few years older than her. “It would be improper for you, a stranger, to walk me to my door.” He appeared pleasant and kind but that did not mean the moment they stepped away from the tavern that he would not turn on her and insist to steal her virtue in the darkened streets. Perhaps she was foolish for being so cautious but she could not help the feeling that she found unsettling as he offered to escort her home. Besides, should he escort her to the door, her father would have had a fit to discover she had snuck out.  “Then perhaps my coachman and I will accompany you to your home. Surely your husband or father would be grateful to know that you have returned safely.” He didn’t seem to back down, no matter how hard she pushed that she did not require an escort to accompany her home.
About the AuthorAllison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Erotica, BDSM, Romantic Erotica, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.
Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. You can find more about Allison on Facebook and Twitter.
Visit her website here:http://spankingauthor.com/Don’t miss these exciting titles by Allison West and Blushing Books!

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A first snippet of Daryl Devore's erotic romance - What Happens in Bangkok on Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday #erotic #romance

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! Where writers share an 8- 10 sentence snippet of their writing on Sunday.  Visit other participants on the list and read and comment on their 8sunday posts.Spread the word. Twitter hashtag #8sunday. 
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For the next few weeks, I will be posting snippets from my soon to be released erotic romance - What Happens in Bangkok. I don't have a cover yet - hoping it is soon. 
Here's the opening sequence.



Droplets of blood seeped from Darien's wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep, splattering against the bar floor.Dairen frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn't the tattoo.

Blurb
Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.
Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.
Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?
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9- Author Spotlight – Allison West -  Little Lizzie's Reform 10- Author Spotlight – Jenna Fox - Pleasing the Manwhore 11- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 12- Thursday #Yoga13- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 14- Author Spotlight – Terri Riggs – Coltrane Corners 16- Author Spotlight – Ines Johnson – Moonlight 17- Author Spotlight – Kelly Dawson - The Gun Slinger's Woman 18- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 19 – Author Spotlight - Viviana MacKade – She Came With the Tide20 - Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 21- Blog Available22- Weekend Writing Warrior #8Sunday 23- Author Spotlight –24- Author Spotlight – 25- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor26- Thursday #Yoga27- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 28 – Blog Available29 – Weekend Writing Warriors 30 – Author Spotlight –31 - Author Spotlight –
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Why was the wolf bleeding? What Happens in Bangkok on Weekend Writing Warriors #erotic, #romance, #8Sunday

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! Where writers share an 8- 10 sentence snippet of their writing on Sunday.  Visit other participants on the list and read and comment on their 8sunday posts.Spread the word. Twitter hashtag #8sunday. 
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A new year - so a new book. So new - it doesn't have a cover yet. But soon!!!  Fingers crossed.


Droplets of blood seeped from Darien's wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep, splattering against the bar floor.Darien ran his hand back through his hair and frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn't the tattoo.
Blurb To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?"  Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo.

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.
Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.
Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?



What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions9- Author Spotlight – Allison West -  Little Lizzie's Reform 10- Author Spotlight – Jenna Fox - Pleasing the Manwhore 11- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 12- Thursday #Yoga13- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 14- Author Spotlight – Terri Riggs – Coltrane Corners 15 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday16- Author Spotlight – Ines Johnson – Moonlight 17- Author Spotlight – Kelly Dawson - The Gun Slinger's Woman 18- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 19 – Author Spotlight - Viviana MacKade – She Came With the Tide20 - Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 21- Blog Available22- Weekend Writing Warrior #8Sunday 23- Author Spotlight – Gina Danna – This Love of Mine24- Author Spotlight – 25- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor26- Thursday #Yoga27- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 28 – Blog Available29 – Weekend Writing Warriors 30 – Author Spotlight –31 - Author Spotlight –
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Out Now—Hot #lesfic Window Dressing by Lucy Felthouse

Out Now—Hot #lesfic Window Dressing by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Blurb:Can Jessie work with a woman with the looks of a pixie and the personality of a dragon to complete the most important task of her career?Shop-fitter Jessie is sent to London’s Oxford Street to work on a flagship store’s front window overnight. It’s the first time she’s completed such an important task by herself, but the plans and organisation are solid—it’s just a case of getting it turned around before the store re-opens the following morning. What she’s not betting on, however, is the woman in charge of the project—Edith. She has the looks of a pixie but the personality of a dragon, and it soon becomes clear to Jessie that the job isn’t going to be plain sailing, not with Edith being awkward and putting Jessie down at every turn. As the hours drag on, Jessie somehow manages to peer beneath Edith’s frosty exterior, and much to her surprise, she kind of likes what she finds. But will she abandon her principles—and potentially risk her job—for a one-off thing?



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Excerpt:With a sigh of relief, I followed the satnav’s instructions and indicated right, swinging the van into the side road off of London’s Oxford Street.“You have reached your destination,” remarked the posh voice coming from the machine.“Thank fuck for that,” I shot back, removing the device from the windscreen and wiping at the tell-tale ring it left behind on the glass with my sleeve, hoping to remove any temptation for potential thieves. No doubt they swarmed around this area, tourist Mecca as it was. I didn’t want them to catch me out.I stowed away the satnav, switched off the van’s ignition, and grabbed all my stuff. Hopping out onto the road, I locked the van and pocketed the keys. Then, wiping my damp palms on my black work trousers, I approached the rear door of the shop where I was to work.Come on, get a grip, Jessie! You may be new at this, but you know what you’re doing. You’ve got this.I wasn’t totally insane to be nervous. I’d been working for the shop-fitting company for just over a year now, and it was great. I really enjoyed the work, the variety. But this was the first time I’d been sent out on a job by myself. It hadn’t been intentional, either—the job was last minute, and the client had made it worth my employer’s while. Normally there’d been a team of two coming here, but there was another big job, one that needed the more experienced fitters on board. Therefore I’d been pulled off that task, in order to do this one. Alone.Adding more worry was the warning one of my colleagues had given me on finding out where I was being sent. “You watch out for that Edith woman, Jessie. She may look like a pixie, but she’s actually more of a dragon. She frightens the bloody life out of me.”The warning ringing in my ears, I took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. I could do this. I could. I’d made it all the way from Leeds to London, navigating busy motorways and the complete insanity that was England’s capital city, venturing right into the heart—the craziest of the crazy. Fortunately, by the time I’d hit the West End, the traffic wasn’t too bad, given that the shops were closing and rush hour had been and gone. There were still morons galore, naturally—honking taxi drivers, swerving, lane-hopping cyclists, oblivious rickshaw drivers, suicidal pedestrians—but I’d kept my cool throughout, telling myself I was so close to the end of my journey that I could almost touch it. Taste it.And here I was, at the back entrance of the flagship store of the world-famous fashion chain, ready to change over its window display in time for when the shop reopened in the morning. I glanced at my watch, relaxed a little. It was ten p.m. Eleven whole hours until opening time. No problem, not even for a relative newbie like me.The door opened a crack and a sliver of a dark face peered out at me. “Yes?”“Oh, hi. I’m Jessie—from the shop-fitters? Here to work on your window display?”The woman—the voice had given it away, as she was still peering through the crack between the door and its frame—eyed me up. The black trousers, black T-shirt, black fleece—the latter two bearing the name of the company I worked for, clearly weren’t enough. Turning her attention to the van behind me—emblazoned with the company name in huge letters—she now seemed convinced.“All right,” she said, opening the door wider and stepping back to let me through. “Come on in.”“Thanks…”“I’m Jacqueline. Edith’s already in the window. She’s the one in charge.”I nodded. “Okay—lead the way.” I followed Jacqueline through the dimly lit storeroom. I’d known instantly she wasn’t Edith, because she looked nothing like a pixie. More like a goddess. She had a curly black afro, curves you could lose yourself in for days, and a wiggle that would have turned me instantly if I wasn’t already into women.Blinking as we emerged into the blazing lights of the shop floor, I continued in Jacqueline’s wake, adjusting my ponytail and fixing a smile on my face as we grew closer to the window…and Edith. She was the big cheese—when it came to the window design and execution, anyway—so I needed to make a good impression. Hopefully she’d give good feedback to my boss, and I’d get more projects like this in future. Maybe even a raise—a girl could dream, right?“Hi,” I said as we came within a couple of paces of my soon-to-be workspace. “I’m Jessie. Pleased to meet you.”After a brief pause, the pixie took the hand I was holding out and shook it. Firm, confident, but brief. She was no-nonsense, this woman. But I’d known that already.
Author Bio:Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
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What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions8 – Weekend Writing Warrior #8Sunday 9- Author Spotlight – Allison West -  Little Lizzie's Reform 10- Author Spotlight – Jenna Fox - Pleasing the Manwhore 11- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 12- Thursday #Yoga13- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 14- Author Spotlight – Terri Riggs – Coltrane Corners 16- Author Spotlight – Ines Johnson – Moonlight 17- Author Spotlight – Kelly Dawson - The Gun Slinger's Woman 18- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 19 – Author Spotlight - Viviana MacKade – She Came With the Tide20 - Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 21- Blog Available22- Weekend Writing Warrior #8Sunday 23- Author Spotlight –24- Author Spotlight –25- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor26- Thursday #Yoga27- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 28 – Blog Available29 – Weekend Writing Warriors 30 – Author Spotlight –31 - Author Spotlight –
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Friday Snippet's first peek at Daryl Devore's soon to be released What Happens in Bangkok #erotic, #romance, #soontobereleased

The four Fridays this month are going to feature snippets from my soon to be released erotic romance - book 1 of 2 Hearts ~ 1 Love Trilogy -  What Happens in Bangkok

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Droplets of blood seeped from Darien's wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep, splattering against the bar floor.Dairen frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn't the tattoo. Could he be bleeding? He didn't remember getting hurt. But that might be because he'd had too many vodka shots.Expensive gold infused vodka.An order, snapped out in Thai, ripped his focus away from the cost of the booze.Stumbling with the translation, his gut clenched. "Check everyone. Anybody alive. Kill them."A shrill female scream. A gun shot. Silence.That'd be one of the hookers. Damn. Hope it wasn't the one with the butterfly tattoo above her clit. She had a mouth on her than performed miracles. Dude! What the fuck! Must be the vodka talking. Stay focused. There are guys with guns out there. Darien stretched his neck and peered around the edge of the bar. In his line of vision, a male leg stuck out from under a table. Expensive looking shoe. Presumably Italian leather. Probably belonged to Nai Jâhng. Darien raised his eyebrows. Wow. Somebody had the balls to kill a Triad boss.He shifted his glance. A few feet to the left, lay a female arm with brilliant orange fingernails. He shivered at the remembrance of those nails grazing his balls. He focused on a tiny object a foot in front of him. Glass. Shards of it were scattered about. He frowned, trying to remember what happened. He'd walked behind the private club's bar to get another bottle of vodka when, one by one, bottles started exploding. Next he was on the floor looking at the blood dripping from his tattoo. He glanced at his arm. The bleeding had stopped.Okay, so he wasn't gonna bleed to death. Good. Now he just had to get his ass outta there. Past them. The guys with the guns. How the fuck could he do that?
Blurb



Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo. 

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.
Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.
Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?




What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions7- Author Spotlight – Lucy Felthouse – Window Dressing 8 – Weekend Writing Warrior #8Sunday 9- Author Spotlight – Allison West -  Little Lizzie's Reform 10- Author Spotlight – Jenna Fox - Pleasing the Manwhore 11- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 12- Thursday #Yoga13- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 14- Author Spotlight – Terri Riggs – Coltrane Corners 16- Author Spotlight – Ines Johnson – Moonlight 17- Author Spotlight – Kelly Dawson - The Gun Slinger's Woman 18- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 19 – Author Spotlight - Viviana MacKade – She Came With the Tide20 - Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 21- Blog Available22- Weekend Writing Warrior #8Sunday 23- Author Spotlight –24- Author Spotlight – 25- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor26- Thursday #Yoga27- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 28 – Blog Available29 – Weekend Writing Warriors 30 – Author Spotlight –31 - Author Spotlight –
If you see an available date and you'd like to promo a new release or a backlist or an up-and-coming book, leave your email addy in the comments and I'll get back to you ASAP.If you'd like to tweet my blog post - you have to change the .com on my blog URL to .ca. Because of Blogger's lack of help or support and their comment that the malicious code had been put into the blog by me, I'll be making a new blog in near future – haven't decided on what format.

My first Yoga Thought for 2017 #yogathoughts

You have a whole year to look on the positive side of life.
Not to live in constant drama.
2017 is yours to enjoy.

A first peek at Daryl Devore's soon to be released - What Happens in Bangkok on Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor

For the next few weeks I'll be posting 8 sentences from my soon to be released erotic romance - What Happens in Bangkok.
No cover yet - soon I'm hoping.




Droplets of blood seeped from Darien's wolf tattoo, mesmerizing him. They trickled over the inside of his bicep, splattering against the bar floor.Dairen frowned. Why was the wolf bleeding? It was supposed to look sexy. Turn chicks on. Not bleed. He blinked as a thought formed. Maybe it wasn't the tattoo. Could he be bleeding?


Blurb


Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo. 

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.
Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.
Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?





What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions5- Thursday #Yoga6- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 7- Author Spotlight – Lucy Felthouse – Window Dressing 8 – Weekend Writing Warrior #8Sunday 9- Author Spotlight – Allison West -  Little Lizzie's Reform 10- Author Spotlight – Jenna Fox - Pleasing the Manwhore 11- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 12- Thursday #Yoga13- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 14- Author Spotlight – Terri Riggs – Coltrane Corners 16- Author Spotlight – Ines Johnson – Moonlight 17- Author Spotlight – Kelly Dawson - The Gun Slinger's Woman 18- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor 19 – Author Spotlight - Viviana MacKade – She Came With the Tide20 - Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 21- Blog Available22- Weekend Writing Warrior #8Sunday 23- Author Spotlight –24- Author Spotlight – 25- Book Hooks #MFRWhooks #MFRWAuthor26- Thursday #Yoga27- Friday Snippets  #FridaySnippets 28 – Blog Available29 – Weekend Writing Warriors 30 – Author Spotlight –31 - Author Spotlight –
If you see an available date and you'd like to promo a new release or a backlist or an up-and-coming book, leave your email addy in the comments and I'll get back to you ASAP.If you'd like to tweet my blog post - you have to change the .com on my blog URL to .ca. Because of Blogger's lack of help or support and their comment that the malicious code had been put into the blog by me, I'll be making a new blog in near future – haven't decided on what format.