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Are two better than one? #MySexySaturday from ALIEN LOVER #scifi #erotica

Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me for the 105th week of My Sexy Saturday. Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.

Today’s theme is…

MY SEXY BOYFRIEND

Here’s seven from ALIEN LOVER, a sci-fi erotica/romance about a young woman who refuses to accept that her fiance is dead.

Setup: Molly’s new boyfriend may look like her fiance, but he has some differences.

When she reached his shaft, she licked the head, tasting the same briny mixture she had earlier. He moaned beneath her, gripping her shoulders, his touch encouraging her. She drew him into her mouth, but he grasped her under her arms and pulled her to straddle his waist. “Enough of that. Molly, I want you to ride me.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Who’s the impatient one now?”

Reaching into the storage pocket over her bed, she found protection then rolled it over Ohlan’s dick. She pressed her hands against his chest and raised her hips, positioning the tip of his cock between her folds. When she let go, she sank over his shaft and leaned back. The fullness she’d experienced before didn’t compare to what she felt atop him. He completed her in a way no one else had. She arched her back with abandoned longing, grinding against him. “Fuck, you feel so good inside me.”

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.” He pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “And I have so much more to give.”

Intense warmth pooled in her stomach. But she froze when something firm pressed against her anus. His hands were still on her breasts, and his cock buried deep in her pussy. “What’s that?”

He gripped her waist as if afraid she would flee if he let go. “I have two…what you call penises.”

Hell, yes. “How did I not notice?” She’d been down there, ready to suck him off and found only one cock. A second was something she would not have missed.

~ About ALIEN LOVER ~

Unconvinced of her fiancé’s demise, Molly combs the galaxy to search for him. As her supplies run low, she is forced to turn around and set a course for Earth, alone. But, a Moloxian Starcruiser halts her retreat, and the single passenger transports onto her ship without permission. Taser in hand to defend herself, she is startled as the form remolds into her fiancé. Has Diego found her or is her tired mind playing tricks?

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#TopTen Facts you should know about CLAIMED BY THE BAD BOY & #Giveaway @LSJRomance

Claimed by the Bad Boy Top 10 Facts

from author London Saint James

Ryker Cage—a real rough and tough bad boy, who has spent too much time warring with himself over his attraction to Molly Monroe.
Molly Monroe—someone with a tender heart who has loved the boy next door forever.
Ryker—run, run, runs from his feelings.
Molly—wishes she could put Ryker out of her head.
Ryker and Molly—have a rollercoaster of a relationship.
Ryker—hopes like hell he doesn’t freak Molly out with his desire.
Molly—wants Ryker to show her the side of him he’s tried to hide from her.
Ryker—claims what’s always been his.
Molly—finds herself in a heap of trouble.
Ryker—will do whatever it takes to save the woman he loves.

Something always brings him back to her…

Ryker Cage is a rough guy, with very particular tastes when it comes to sex. Rough, hard, and dirty is the extent of his repertoire. Never soft. He doesn’t have a clue about connecting with his sensitive side in the bedroom, or that find-your-inner-femininity bullshit. He fears nothing, except—his feelings for the sweet and innocent Molly Monroe.

The bad boy who lived next door claimed Molly’s heart long ago. Crazy, or not, she loves him. Always has. No matter what he does to push her away, nor how far he runs, Ryker is the one man she’ll never stop loving.

When Ryker finally finds his way back home, will he find the courage to claim what’s always been his? Or, will he be destined for heartache when someone threatens to take everything away?

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“Fuck,” Ryker said in a gruff grumble, staring down at the smoking-hot, red-headed bartender on her knees, polishing his dick with her tongue stud—her shorts unzipped, her right hand tucked inside—rubbing herself. Let’s just say, when he ordered a deep throat, this wasn’t what he had in mind.

“You’re-so-big,” she managed between long licks. “Just look at you.”

He was a big guy, so hearing what she thought he wanted, wasn’t a turn on. What was? The way Red nibbled down his length and fondled his balls.

He sucked a breath through his teeth. The little vixen teabagged him.

“Sweet.” His head went back when she trailed her tongue up his sack, between his testicles, continued up his shaft, swirled the metal piercing of hers across the winking slit of his cock before wrapping those lips around the broad head—sucking him hard. “There you go.”

“Do you like that?” she asked.

“Definitely.”

The bar-babe picked up the pace, using her left hand to grip the base of him, alternating between jacking and sucking.

“Keep it up, and I’ll come, baby,” he said.

Ryker had no idea what she said her name was. Why? Easy. He’d been too busy eyeing her round ass jiggle in those skin-tight daisy dukes when he escorted her to the back door of The Cherry Bomb for a cigarette, although he didn’t smoke. And when she rubbed up against him—supple breasts to muscled chest—whispering things like, “Suck,” and “You,” and “Down the back of my throat” into his ear, they’d taken a quick detour.

He wasn’t what one would consider sensitive when it came to the opposite sex. Rough, hard, and dirty was the extent of his repertoire. Never soft. He supposed his tastes were very particular. And, he didn’t have a clue about connecting with his softer side, or that find-your-inner-femininity bullshit his free-spirited aunt Dali spouted to him and his brother every chance she got.

The bombshell scraped her teeth up his shaft and he groaned low in his throat, muscles flexing, fingers splaying wide on the two, steel-sidewalls of the stall—calves hitting the front of the toilet.

“Mmm….” The little hum she did sent a satisfying vibration down the length of him.

The shine from the overhead light bounced off the top of her head, setting a sunset blaze as she bobbed up and down on his cock. She was eager. Focused. Determined to have him bust a nut. He growled at the sight. She reminded him of a porn star by the sounds she made. And the suctioned pull of her mouth on him with the twist at the tip, along with the hand-tug at the root—freaking brilliant. But when she changed things up and twirled her tongue around the under-edge of his flared head, good God, the combination was shiver inducing. Having been the happy recipient of a lot of differing techniques in his almost thirty-two years, Ryker figured she hadn’t learned to do that without plenty of practice.

Shit. She did the combo thing again. Red had him there. Ready.

“I’m going to come,” he warned.

She popped her plump lips from his throbbing dick. “Mm, yes,” she uttered in a breathy voice. A second later, he exploded, warm jizz covering her manicured fingers and silky-smooth palm, while she shook—her other hand still shoved down the front of her shorts—climaxing.

Ryker closed his eyes for a moment reveling in the extraordinary haze of nothingness. No thoughts. No guilt. Nothing but the slowing of his breaths until they drifted into quietness.

“Good?” she asked, disrupting the silence.

His eyelids lifted and he glanced down into her face. “Great, baby.”

She took on an eye-twinkling, pleased expression, then Red slipped her fingers free, reached for the toilet paper, and wiped her cum-covered appendages.

“I’m off in a couple of hours.” She smiled up at him—a dimple creasing the right side of her cheek.

Ignoring the comment, Ryker righted himself and tucked his softening cock back into his pants in an efficient manner. Here was the part he detested the most. He hadn’t thought Red would be a clinger. He figured she’d be well versed in the rules of a random hook-up. But he also understood what her last statement was leading to. She wanted more, and he didn’t.

When Red stood up, his gaze shifted to her. She reached around him and tossed the TP in the toilet, zipped up, turned, unlocked the slider on the stall door, and stepped out. They were the only two in the restroom. He was glad they didn’t have an audience awaiting their exit.

“Want to hang around for a while?” she asked. “We can go back to my place when I clock out.”

They both cleaned up at the sinks. No need to wait. He wouldn’t be going to her place.

“Can’t.” He added soap from the dispenser to his palm. “Early morning.”

“Hmm,” she mumbled while washing her hands.

Jesus. He hoped she wasn’t going to make a fuss. He hated those pouty, I-can’t-believe-I-blew-you, you bastard, scenes. But when her green-eyed gaze met his sea-blue one in the mirror, she appeared fine. No frown. No pursed lips. No tears threatening to overflow. She didn’t look as if she were going to go all fatal attraction on his ass.

She asked, “Do you want my digits?”

Ryker rinsed and dried his hands. He might be an epic asshole at times, nonetheless taking her number, and acting as though he would call, wasn’t something he’d do.

“I think we both know I won’t be calling.” Being as upfront as he could be, he strived not to sound too douchebaggery.

She shrugged. “I thought I’d at least give it a shot.” Red sauntered to the restroom door. Glancing over her shoulder at him she said, “Thanks for taking a ciggy break with me.”

“Sure thing, although I should be the one thanking you.” She grinned. “So, thank you.” No reason not to be polite. After all, Red did all the work, and even got herself off in the doing. He’d just been along for the joy ride.

“I guess I’ll see you around the club, Ryker.”

“Yeah.”

He stared after her. Something about the way she said “I’ll see you around” in a soft, almost remorseful tone, reminded him of—

“Don’t,” he reprimanded and scrubbed his palm down the back of his neck.

Fan-fucking-tastic. He was talking to himself now.

He pulled his cell from the top pocket of his shirt, gripping too hard.

Letting up before he broke his phone, he brushed his thumb across the black screen, bringing it to life, and gritted his teeth. Ryker detested this. He despised a lot of things when it came to his desires he supposed, and this ache for something he couldn’t have kept him traveling so much over the past year, taking on software security jobs, which took him away from home. Far from….

Damn.

So much for the bliss of oblivion, which was, let’s face it, always fleeting. Chasing that short-lived minute was part of the reason for his extracurricular activities. To stop thinking. Forget. Lose himself. And here he was, minutes after his latest quickie, contemplating a conversation better left alone. Nothing good would ever come from what he was considering.

Ryker glanced down at the phone—finger poised.

“Screw it.”

He typed in his text. Paused. Thumb hovering for a long moment, reading those four words over and over. And, then, unable to do anything else, he pressed—send.

 

London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.

As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

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Who agrees to an arranged marriage in the 21st century? Beth Malone can’t believe a date request with the 1Night Stand service morphed into an arranged marriage offer. But after a heartbreaking divorce and no knight in shining armor coming to sweep her off her feet, her desire to find that knight and have a family is looking more like a dream than a reality.

After filling out a 1Night Stand questionnaire worthy of the CIA, Christian Ramos is stunned when Madame Eve offers to arrange more than a date for one night: she suggests a wife! What the hell? And after his best friend Jackson Castillo stops laughing, he advises him to consider the offer. Between the fortieth birthday looming on the horizon and his Latino upbringing, Chris is forced to take a hard look at his life. Reality check—time is running out for what he wants—a family and a woman to share his life.

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Almost naked and very wet ~ #MidWeekTease from ALIEN ADORATION #MWTease #scifi #romance

Happy Wednesday! I’m back with another Mid Week Tease for you.

Mid Week Tease is an author meme started and hosted by author Sandra Bunino, where authors share snippets from their recent releases, back list titles, and works-in-progress (WIPs). So, please check out my tease for today and visit the other participating authors listed below.

For today’s post, I’m going to share an excerpt from ALIEN ADORATION, the first story in my Alien Next Door sci-fi romance series. I’m almost finished the third book in this series.

Would he be upset she arrived early? She knocked anyway, swallowing bile.

Clasping her sweaty hands together, she waited. No answer. Maybe he was in the backyard or still working on his bike. She peered through the window of the garage and over the fence, but couldn’t find him. Returning to the front porch, she banged again. With a click, the door popped open.

Through the crack, she caught a glimpse of his foyer. Empty. Did he intend to let me in then had to rush to get something?

She pushed it open farther. “Luke?” If he was busy with dinner, she would help him, make up for last night.

Gazing around, she searched for any sign of him. Nothing. The blue glow from yesterday still permeated his home, but it seemed to originate from the second floor unlike the day before. What could create such an illumination? The glow intensified then dulled over and over again as if it were alive and knew she stood there. Or was Luke playing a trick on her?

She stepped inside, curious to find the source. After closing the door behind her, she tiptoed up the stairs, and braced for him to jump out at her.

The pulsing of the light subdued, but she continued to search, drawn as if the source wanted her to find it.

She blinked. Wait. What am I doing? “Luke, are you home?”

In an instant, she heard a clunk. The rush of flowing water disappeared. Shit, he was in the shower, and she was inside his home, uninvited. She glanced around. The blue glow she’d followed disappeared. How the hell am I going to explain why I’m here?

The bathroom door opened, and she froze, staring at the almost naked, and very wet, hunk down the hall. Only a small white towel covered his manly parts. From the way something hard jutted against the towel and pointed at her, she guessed very manly indeed. But would she find out for herself after he’d caught her trespassing?

“Rachel?” His towel dropped to the floor, but he paid no attention, his focus intent on her. “What are you doing in my house?”

“I….” No more words formed. She couldn’t stop staring at him, gazing farther and farther down. She longed to touch every single inch. At the sight of his thick cock, she gasped. Never had she been so fascinated by a man’s parts. Her mouth watered. Wonder what he tastes like.

In an instant, he stood in front of her, but his erection swaying back and forth as he moved held her attention.

“Hello, I’m up here.” He lifted her chin until their gazes met. “I don’t mind that you’re here, Rachel, but I want to know why. And how’d you get in? I know I locked the doors.”

She chewed her bottom lip, focusing on a spot on the wall beside him to avoid his stare. “I thought we could maybe start our date early. I came over here, found the door open, and followed the blue light up here. I’m sorry.”

He stepped closer, backing her into a corner. “You saw the blue light?”

Her breath caught in her throat. “Y…yes. I saw it yesterday, too. But today it was different, pulsing.”

“Pulsing? Are you sure?” His expression changed, as if he didn’t believe her.

“Yes. I wanted to know what it was. I know I shouldn’t have come in, but when the door opened, I thought you were busy with something and wanted me to come in.”

“Geez.” He brushed his hands over his face. “Do you see it now?”

Her lust died as she contemplated why he thought the light so important. “No. It disappeared the second you stepped out of the bathroom.”

“Are you sure you even saw it?” He inched closer, sandwiching her between a wall of plaster and one of muscle. His hands resting on her hips, he claimed her mouth, drawing every thought from her mind. She wasn’t even sure she knew her name.

~ About ALIEN ADORATION ~

Erotic dreams fill her with need…

Night after night, Rachel fantasizes about her sexy, playboy neighbor. But in her small town, no one changes, least of all the bad boy next door. But when Luke rescues her not once but twice from disastrous dates, she dares to believe her knight in black leather armor may be the right man for her after all.

Until she learns the truth…

Life on Earth has never been easy for Luke. Stranded as a little boy, he struggled to craft an existence for himself, but he never forgot the first human he met–and he never stopped wanting to see her again. Returning to Hanton, Luke longs for Rachel. Yet nothing goes as he plans, and Rachel barely notices him.  Convincing her he isn’t like all the jerks she’s dated means telling her the truth, but can she handle it?

Can she overcome her fears, or will she deny her alien adoration and leave him stranded once more?

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Summer Writing Goals ~ Update #3

Hello! Time for this week’s writing update. This was a much better week. I got a lot done, even though I was super busy with my newsletter and audio book responsibilities at Decadent Publishing.

Beneath the Starry Sky  is ready to go! I’m waiting on ACX to give the final approval, and this story will be available in audio. I reviewed the final audio files last week, had the narrator make a couple of changes, and then gave my stamp of approval. Stay tuned for more!
I completed another round of edits for  Taken by the Billionaire Alien Next Door . This round took much less time, and then the story went to the line editor. I just received the final back last night. So, I now need to give it one last review myself, and then format it and get it up on pre-order. I’m aiming for a release date of August 24th.
As for Alien Attraction, I started at 13,055 words and finished this week at 16,706, for a total of 3,651 new words. My best week yet! I finished off one scene and then wrote three more. My lovely husband took the kids out on the weekend, giving me extra time to write, which was nice. I’m nearing the end with this story.
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All of his desires are quite scandalous ~ HER BEGUILING BUTLER by @CeriseDeLand #romance #newrelease

HER BEGUILING BUTLER, #1 in series about naughty servants and their delightful masters and mistresses!

The lovely widow at Number Ten Dudley Crescent hopes to lead a merry life without any husband to replace the elderly one she recently buried. Yet Lady Ranford finds herself in a pickle. Her new butler, Finnley, is not only the most obstinate man she’s ever met, but also an enigma.

She’s never been lured to naughtiness with a man. Heaven knows, she certainly shouldn’t fantasize about the tall, dark, scowling creature who runs her household like his finely tuned pocket watch.

But she can’t help herself. She needs to taste him—or dismiss him.

Finnley, poor fellow, has a few risqué dreams of his own about how he’d like to handle the delectable widow. Alone in his rooms, he tries to deny how her humor riddles his mind and how her beauty steals his breath away.

None of his solutions are proper.

All of his desires are quite…dear me…scandalous.

But what’s a butler to do when the very life of his beloved employer is at stake? And he cannot control his need to protect her and…ahem…bed her?

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“What is your background, Finnley?”

He frowned. Why would she ask? His cover was superb. His acting, excellent.

“Ah, ah.” She waved a forefinger in front of him. “No prevarications, sir.”

He shot ramrod straight. “I told you of my past. You have my reference.”

She inched closer to him, so near he could see the purple rays in the glory of her velvet eyes. “I do, dear Finnley. But why do you speak with such crisp precision? Why do you command me with your very presence? Your power?”

“Ma’am?”  Was that his voice that sounded like an echo of his own? She should not undo him. But she did.

“Wallace Finnley. You have education and breeding. I can tell. Do you know how?”

He shook his head, her nearness a magnet to his body, his soul. Her lips, his only lure.

“For one thing, you own that very fine, very French Ferdinand Berthoud pocket watch. My great-uncle owned one similar.” She dropped her eyes toward the point on his chest where he kept his treasure. “I can hear the delicate chimes when it rings every quarter hour.”

He should have left it in his rooms. But it was the dearest memento he owned from his grandfather. Besides, he ran his daily duties by the precision of it. “I cannot part with it. It keeps me on task.”

“It does. I see it.”

“May I go now?”

“No. Certainly not. I would learn more. You say you come from Yorkshire. But I detect no hint of it in your pronunciation. You went to school. Some fine institution that weaned you from your native speech. Where?”

Good god. She was perceptive. He set his jaw. He’d not reveal his year at Edinburgh. He never told anyone of that, he’d hated it so. “The Army was my schooling. Taught me responsibility.”

“Your rank?”

“Captain.”

She smiled at him, her face around her eyes crinkling in appreciation. “So then your family purchased a commission for you?”

My father gave me nothing of value. “I ran away. Began as a recruit.”

“Noble of you.”

“Necessary, ma’am.” He shook his head, thinking them done, moving to rise.

She caught his hand. “A moment, Finnley. There is more to your story. From your time in the Army, I see then when and how you acquired your demeanor with those under your command.”

He wished to escape her touch and her sound perception. “The Army gave me a good education.”

“And war is a demanding teacher,” she concluded.

“It was. I wish to never fight again.”

“Nor do any of us. My brother died. At Waterloo.”

He schooled himself to remain placid. Her brother had been his best friend. What he did here for Alicia was as much for her as for Jerome.

“I find it intriguing, dear Finnley, that with such rank in the military, you now offer yourself in domestic service.”

Her statement, he knew, was a question and he had to avoid the whole answer of his origins. “Being a butler is an honorable occupation.”

She fell back to her cushions, her hand dropping and freeing him of her hold.  Her expression told him she was dismayed with his obstinate ways.

He stepped backward and rubbed his wrist.

She stared at him, clear-eyed and assured. “Finnley, I will be forthright. I look into your endearing blue eyes and can see that when you speak truth to me, your pupils darken and enlarge.”

What?

“And when you lie to me, your pupils constrict and your body tightens like a drum.”

Well, damn. Foiled by my eyes?

Once more, she took his hand and put his open palm to her soft cheek. “Might you care for me, Finnley?”

Might? There was no might.

“I see in your eyes that you do,” she whispered. “Tell me who you really are, dear sir. And then we can begin again. Anew.”

 

An author acclaimed for her eloquence and scintillating tales of romance and suspense, Cerise DeLand writes historical and contemporary novels with spice and charm. Visit http://www.cerisedeland.com

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#SFRMonday: He’s programmed to kill, not to love ~ LIBERATION’S KISS by @Wendy_Clark #scifirom

Please welcome Wendy Lynn Clark to the blog with her Sci-Fi Romance Liberation’s Kiss.

LIBERATION’S KISS

Robotics Faction #1

by Wendy Lynn Clark

The only one who can keep her alive is the man who was sent to kill her.

The Old Empire has crumbled. Strong factions prey on the weak, and strongest of all are those who ally themselves with the mysterious Robotics Faction…

Cressida Sarit Antiata is twelve years old when her diplomat parents learn that her name has appeared on the Robotics Faction Kill List, a classified document of dangerous individuals marked for execution. Calling in all of their connections, her parents smuggle her to a small but wealthy ore-producing moon where she grows up in anonymous luxury, secure that her data is safe.

Until now.

Xan | Arch is an x-class android with one mission: execute the target n81, also known as Cressida Sarit Antiata. Although he possesses biological skin, hair, fingernails, and eyes – and extensive conditioning to pass as a sweating, swearing, rough-and-tumble everyman – beneath the surface, he is all machine.

When he arrives at the moon, something unexpected is waiting for him. Something that circumvents his execution order and forces him to protect Cressida instead. Something that gives him the free will to question his makers, control his destiny, and awaken his heart. Together, they might escape their destinies and forge an entirely new future.

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“You’re like a grenade that could go off at any time! How can you just sit here like nothing is wrong?”

“Are you going to run away?” he asked quietly.

She realized that she’d already taken several steps away. She wavered, the historical instinct to run fighting the impulse to trust, just a little longer, that it was all a mistake. That there was something more. She retraced her steps until she was standing before him. “No.”

His jaw moved. Thoughtful. He nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Just explain so I can feel safe again,” she said. “Are you not a grenade?”

He scratched his head, a rueful smile curving his lips. “Honestly? I don’t know.”

She hugged herself. “That doesn’t make me feel better.”

He flashed to her and sobered. “I don’t know who the person was that installed the other program, so I don’t know their intentions. I don’t even know if they’re human. I don’t know the scope of their program, or what defenses it has against hacking if I am recaptured. The Faction will certainly want to deconstruct the code, which may require disassembling me completely. I don’t know.”

She swallowed. “Disassembling?”

“That is the usual consequence for an android that goes off assignment.” He sighed. “That goes rogue.”

She knelt down. “But it wasn’t your fault.”

His brows drew together. “What does fault have to do with anything?”

She sat back on her heels.

“I don’t really care either way.” He cupped the back of his neck. “It’s not like I have a biological imperative forcing me to stay alive and transmit my genes. Up until a day ago, I, like all of my brethren, had only one imperative: to enact the will of the Faction. And now…”

He released his hold and filled his eyes with her. His expression changed to awe, almost pleading, and his voice turned raw, as if she could answer his questions.

“What is it about you that makes me so fucking compelled to hold you? Even now, when you distrust and fear me, I just want to yank you into my arms and squeeze you until your eyes glaze with pleasure and your breath comes in gasps. It’s not an assignment. It’s not the will of the Faction. I just want you. I want to memorize every single molecule, from the inside to the outside, from the chemical bond to the neuro-physical configuration, so that I could be your resurrect if you needed it. It feels like burning under my skin, but when I query my dermal receptors, they report nothing but ambient temperature. I don’t understand these sensations. I need you.”

 

Wendy Lynn Clark is an award-winning author of contemporary and science fiction romance. Find out more by visiting her online home at http://wendylynnclark.com.

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Sex Scene Championships 2015 ~ Read a HOT excerpt from HER ALIEN HERO #SSceneC2015 #vote #NSFW

Hello everyone! Today is the day Her Alien Hero is up for best sex scene in the Sex Scene Championships hosted by Scorching Book Reviews. So, pop on over, give it a read, and be sure to vote. Remember, voting enters you in the giveaway. Plus, check out all the other hot scenes while you’re there.

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All Romance Celebrates Release of New Android App with 50% eBook Rebate #sale #mobile

All Romance Celebrates Release of New Android App

with 50% eBook Rebate!

The All Romance Reader Android App comes with a library pre-loaded with six free ebooks, courtesy of AllRomance.com, the largest and oldest independent seller of Romance eBooks in the world.

With the All Romance Reader App for Android, readers can browse sixty categories or focus their search by specifying a particular title, author, series, publisher or keyword. Search returns can then be further sorted by best selling, top rated, recently added, heat level, length, title, or price—including discounted ebooks and freebies. They can also access ARe’s bestseller list, discover what’s trending, or peruse picks selected especially for them. Highlander warriors, spaceship captains, pack leaders, vampires, doms, bad boy bikers, billionaires, Navy SEALs… ARe has them all.

Those with the App will easily be able to take advantage of special rebates, discounts, sales and promotions. They’ll be able to use the wish list feature to help plan for a nd manage future purchases. Then rate and review the books they’ve already read to help others make selections. “The best part is that we’re celebrating the release by offering a 50% rebate on thousands of titles on Sunday, August 9th(US/Central),” said Lori James, CEO of. “For the first time our Customers will be able to download and read their purchases using the App’s robust reading features, or tap on our nifty gift icon to send it to a friend. And, our multi-format files are easy to share and read across platforms. An iOS version will be coming soon.”

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“I want these clothes off” #MySexySaturday from CELESTIAL SEDUCTION #scifirom #1NS @DecadentPub

Hello everyone! Thank you for joining me for the 104th week of My Sexy Saturday. Here are the details: every Saturday, published and unpublished authors will be sharing 7 words, sentences, or paragraphs from a work-in-progress or an already published story.

Today’s theme is…

LATE SUMMER SEXY

Here’s seven from CELESTIAL SEDUCTION, an erotic sci-fi romance about an alien who has decided to live on Earth.

Set-up: Frey has confessed to Carrie that he is from another planet. Yet, she still wants to continue their date.

He carried her over to the bed. Frey hadn’t expected her to remain so calm after taking in his appearance. And her kiss surprised him and stirred his desire for her once more. She’d been worth every minute he spent waiting.

Before they reached the bed, she had his shirt, already torn open from his change, off his shoulders and began to run her fingers down his chest. “Your body is more ripped than I imagined.” Her mouth trailed kisses across his neck and down his chest, readying his body for mating. He’d seen the act performed in the instructional videos, but it did not include touching the way Carrie touched him. The male in the video always took much longer to be ready to mate.

When he set her down, she kneeled in front of him, tugging at his belt. “I want these clothes off.”

Her hands were quick. His pants fell to the floor and her hands surrounded his cock before he could worry what she’d think. While his shaft was smooth like a human male’s, the head had several nodules that released his mating fluid.

She looked up at him and smiled while her thumb brushed across the bumps on the end of his cock. Tandee had never touched him down there. When our time for mating arrives, I will prime you, she’d always said. Until then, it is an unnecessary action that will make you act in an inappropriate manner.

Unnecessary or not, his body filled with need. He wanted to plunge himself inside Carrie and release his seed.

His knees buckled as she took his cock into her mouth. About to object and ask her the purpose of the act, he lost all thought, trying hard to keep himself standing. Then he remembered the human instructional videos for sex. This happened all the time. He’d never understood why until now.

~ About CELESTIAL SEDUCTION ~

At the end of his obligated commitment to the Space Service, Frey Berger decides to stay on Earth to further experience human emotions rather than return to Ginnun where his intended has already mated with another. Looking for real love and someone to accept him for what he is, Frey enlists in Madame Evangeline’s popular dating service. Although he does not understand the concept of a one-night stand, he hopes to find his perfect mate.

Carrie Cooper’s husband divorced her for someone who could provide him with children, leaving her with little self-confidence and no desire to let a man hurt her again. Her best friend convinces her to join a dating service, claiming Carrie needs to get laid, while not winding up with a broken heart since her date requires no commitment after the night is over.

Although several misunderstandings nearly derail them before the date has even begun, Carrie and Frey end up becoming closer than they ever believed possible. Still, Frey will need to convince Carrie that her perfect mate isn’t human at all, and that one night can lead to a forever love.

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Also available in the following 99¢ box sets:

Intergalactic Heat

An Alien to Love

17 Sizzling Nights

Be sure to check out other MY SEXY SATURDAY excerpts!