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THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND

   THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 50 BESTSELLING SERIES CONTINUES WITH ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE MORTON FAMILY!

Samantha Fox is awkward, clumsy and totally in need of a new boyfriend by this weekend. Her younger, prettier sister is getting engaged . . . and all set to make "old maid big sister" Sam feel all crummy and shelved.

Enter Brian Morton. He is bewilderingly gorgeous, fantastically rich, razor-tongued snarky and utterly promiscuous. He was also the bully who made Sam's middle school life a living hell.

A series of bizarre circumstances culminates in Brian losing a bet. His punishment? To be Sam's slave for the weekend . . . and to do anything she wants. Sam has just found her pretend boyfriend for her sister's party. And Brian has just found that the woman he used to call 'Jaws' in school (for her braces) packs a helluva bite.

THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND is a 25,000-word erotic romance short novel. It chronicles the cat-and-mouse start of Sam and Brian's unusual but engaging romance.


Excerpt:Caleb looks up. "Uh oh."

Brian turns his head to gaze at what his best friend is looking at.

A thundercloud of a woman storms into the poker room. She has a mass of appealing brown curls that make her look blow-dried and ditzy, but nevertheless extremely attractive. She has a cute button nose, so he would guess her age to be under twenty-five. Her complexion is slightly freckled. She gives off the aura of being passionate, robust and healthy - with a clear zest for life.

And her eyes. She has the most incredibly mesmerizing eyes. They are a vivid blue, and so large that he thinks he can drown in them forever.

Careful, he warns himself.

Oh boy, but she's so fuckable. He wonders if she would make a pass at him - in which case, he would drag her into the pool room, clear everyone out and fuck her on the table immediately amid all the colored balls rolling around. Hell yeah, he can even imagine the table creaking and groaning under their collective weights. Balls rushing into their pockets everywhere as he sinks himself repeatedly into her.

It's amazing. He had just fucked somebody a mere hour ago, and he now has a raging hard-on under the table. The familiar rising of his cock sends the entire crotch area of his jeans into massive strain. Enough strain to pop his zipper.

But he can't help it. Whoever this woman is, she's just fucking adorable.

She's staring at him.

Great.

They all do.

Her eyes flash blue fire as she strides up to him, still seated at the poker table. Everyone's eyes are riveted upon her.

"Brian Morton?" she says.

Behind her, a gaggle of women - including the brunettes who were eyeing him from the bar and the blonde he had just fucked - troop into the room, hanging around the doorway bemusedly to watch.

"Yes?"

"Did you go to St. Theresa Academy? Around thirteen years ago?"

"Give or take a few, yeah."

She's very close to him. He can smell her perfume - a light summer scent that brings daisies and bright meadows to mind. He smiles up at her. That cocksure, predatory smile that renders women, so he has been told, weak at the knees.

Oh, she wants him. He can tell.

She says, "Good. Because there's something I want to give you."

With that, she draws back her fist and punches him right in the face.

Forbidden Desire and Royal Desire enter Barnes and Noble Top 100

4 books in the Barnes and Noble Top 100!

OK, I must record this before it goes away!

Royal Desire

The fourth and final installment of 'Maid for the Billionaire Prince' is out! I cried while writing this. I really did. You will see why.


With the sudden death of his father, Alex must now assume the role of King. This puts his marriage proposal to shy former hotel maid, Liz, on the backburner. They have to keep their engagement silent from the public for six months, as is seemly for a mourning period.

But as Liz correctly predicts, a lot can happen in six months.

Just as they announce their happiness to the world, an ancient law forbidding them to marry brutally surfaces. Liz and Alex must make a painful choice. Will they fight honored tradition or destroy everything in following their hearts?

ROYAL DESIRE, a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette, is the fourth and final book in the ‘MAID TO THE BILLIONAIRE PRINCE’ series.

100,000 sales!

Hit 100,000 sales yesterday! Thank you, dear readers!

A Virgin Enslaved evidence

I'm going to post this here as evidence just in case B and N decide to manipulate with my rankings again while I have an ongoing inquiry with them as to what happened to 'His Indecent Proposition', which was sent tumbling from No. 62 to No. 1053 overnight despite having more sales than 'A Virgin Enslaved'.

A Virgin Enslaved in in the Top 100 B and N!

Yes, it got in today! Now at No. 94!

BESTSELLERS: Made the Barnes and Noble Top 100

Woohoo!

'His Indecent Proposition' which I wrote under Aphrodite Hunt because it has a flavor of mild BDSM in it a la Fifty Shades is at No. 64 at the Barnes and Noble Bestseller charts!


And 'A Virgin Enslaved' is at No. 101 at Barnes and Noble as well!


It makes me happy that I have an audience for erotic romances as well because I have only ever previously hit the Amazon Bestseller charts with hardcore erotica. A Virgin Enslaved is also an Amazon Top 100 Erotica Bestseller.

As is Mysterious Desire (Amazon Top 50 Erotica Bestseller)

INFAMOUS DESIRE

Shy and awkward hotel maid, Liz Turner, and her billionaire crown prince boyfriend, Alexander Vassar, have decided to fight back against everyone who thinks they shouldn't be together. But they face an uphill task.

The world press has unceremoniously dubbed her 'Dizzy Lizzy'. The King, still weak from his heart attack, tells her that Alex sees her as a passing fad. Worse still, the beautiful Lady Tatiana - still officially engaged to the prince - seeks Liz out for a very private and secret arrangement.

But Liz is not prepared for the sudden curveball that Alex throws her.


INFAMOUS DESIRE is a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette.

Excerpt:It is right after one dinner with Alex that Jasper summons me to an antechamber. Alex is chatting to the palace chefs regarding the type of menu his father requires when he comes home - probably a long time from now as the King still requires intensive monitoring.

Jasper appears quite secretive, which is unusual for him.

"What's the matter?" I ask. It's nice to be 'wanted' for once by Jasper, who usually thinks I'm slightly above kitchen sink scum when it comes to bestowing attention.

He hands me a note. Frowning, I open it.

It says:

'PLEASE MEET ME TOMORROW AT 2.30 PM. A CAR WILL BE WAITING AT THE PALACE EAST WING ENTRANCE. WE HAVE MUCH TO TALK ABOUT. DO NOT LET ALEX KNOW YOU ARE MEETING ME.

TATIANA.'

Jasper eyes me knowingly. For the first time, he almost smiles.

"I do suggest you go, Ms. Turner," he says in that dulcet tone of his. "You might find it quite interesting."

Forbidden Desire

Now lovers in every sense, former hotel maid, Liz Turner, and billionaire crown prince, Alexander Vassar, are in Indonesia for a much needed break. Alex has to figure out how to tell his father that he doesn’t to be trapped in a politically-arranged marriage with the beauteous Lady Tatiana.

But when they receive an urgent call that says, “Come home now, your father has had a heart attack”, Liz is hurled unprepared into a royal world where prejudices run high and the classes are clearly divided. Alex’s mother, the Queen, and sister dislike her intensely. The European tabloids declare her a “gold-digger” and the cause for his father’s ill health.

Can Liz and Alex survive the sudden and unpleasant thrust into the limelight?

FORBIDDEN DESIRE is a 17,000-word erotic romance novelette. It is the sequel to MYSTERIOUS DESIRE.

Excerpt:To lighten the mood, I run my soapy hands down his abs – his marvelously sculpted abs, all eight sections of them. They are rock hard, thanks to the hours of gym time he has put in. Alex smiles at me and grabs my hands.

“You’re going to turn me on.”

“I thought you’d be too worried about your father to be turned on.”

“I’m worried all right, but I’m still a regular guy.”

“I’m just going to bathe you as I promised, nothing more.”

“Make sure you keep your word,” he says, still smiling.

I can tell there’s a lot going on behind his weary and black ringed eyes, but I sense he also needs comfort. So I massage his abdomen in circular motions – clockwise, and then counterclockwise. And all this while he sinks deeper and deeper into the water so that its surface is up to his neck. His eyes close. The bathroom air is redolent with the scent of roses.

I can’t help reaching for this cock.

It’s soft, but as I caress it, life begins to stir within its shaft. Alex’s eyes are still closed and he seems to have drowsed off. But there’s an apparent disconnect between his consciousness and his penis, because his shaft becomes semi-hard under my ministrations, and then harder . . . and harder. It rises in the water like a lever, and I grip it. It feels deliciously full.

My own loins stir, and a sliver of deep desire courses through me. My vaginal passage, despite being doused in bathwater, feels hollow and wanting.

A tug and a couple more strokes, and his cock is now at full mast.
Its head is just below the surface of the water – a fraction too deep for me to suck.

I have a better idea.

Taking care not to disturb him (well, not too much anyway), I raise my hips. Rivers of water snake down my thighs and splash back into the bathtub. I lower my hips again onto his erect cock. His thick, warm flesh slides into my sex inch by glorious inch, sending off wild tendrils of pleasure throughout my groin. His girth crowds my passage, pushing my walls apart.

Ohhhhh.

This is where he’s meant to be. I can envision being joined like this to him forever.

I lower myself onto him as far as he can go – his head at the hungry mouth of my cervix. Even then, there’s a spare good inch of him outside. He’s still unresponsive – neck up, that is. His head lolls back against the porcelain and his lips are slightly ajar in the semblance of deep slumber. He could always fall asleep at the wink of an eyelash – an ability I have always envied. Back in our little hut in the Sumatran island of Indonesia, I would still be awake, listening to the cicadas and the night birds, and he would be fast asleep – his breathing slow and measured in the darkness.

I stay on top of him for a long, long while, luxuriating in the silky feel of him. He grows harder inside me, if possible.

I begin to move slowly – up and down movements along the length of his cock. The friction of my flesh against his is delicious. Curls of exquisite erotic sensation blossom in my core and dissipate everywhere else. A particularly thrilling spume zaps right up my spine, causing my throat to gasp.

Alex shifts and turns his head restlessly.