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Bare Necessities on Tour - With Give*Aways!

Bare Necessities is on tour! And to celebrate its release, I am having a giveaway! 

After years of bad relationships, Ava Miller is finally living life for herself and isn’t going to let anyone get in the way. Her dream is to open a lingerie shop, and she has chosen Brookfield, Wyoming as her new home, where her dreams might just come true. Once she meets the town sheriff, though, she’s suddenly involved in a flirtatious battle for the right to open her store.

Seth Hampton is the town’s sheriff, and when Ava shows up, he’s not sure what hits him. He craves her, yet he can’t stand to allow that type of shop to open in his small town. However, he isn’t alone. Someone else wants Ava to leave town. Things take a turn when her shop is vandalized, and all evidence points to Seth.

Ava isn’t sure what to think. While Seth seems to be the only one with motives, something inside her believes he would never do it. Can Ava and Seth figure it out before one of them gets hurt?

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17th - Tamaria Soana - Guest Post
19th - Melissa Kendall  - Spotlight/Review
22nd - New Age Mama - Spotlight
23rd - I Am, Indeed - Spotlight/Review
24th - Patricia Bates - Spotlight
25th - Melissa Keir - Spotlight
27th - Krista Ames - Spotlights
29th - Book Babe - Guest Post/Review
30- The Ebook Reviewers - Guest Post
31st - Reading, Writing, and Roses - Spotlight

November
11/1 - Ella Jade - Spotlight
11/1 - Aimee Duffy - Spoltlight
11/2 - Reviews by Molly - Spotlight/Review

Spotlight: Vanquero by D'Ann Lindun

When Cordero Ybarra and Aspen O’Hare meet, there is an immediate attraction. But he holds his secrets close, refusing to open up about the night racial prejudice almost killed him.

Aspen refuses to trust Cord—or any man. She’s been abandoned one too many times. When another woman lies and says Cord wouldn’t take responsibility for a child they created together, Aspen believes Cord is a deadbeat just like her father. It is only after she uncovers the truth that Aspen realizes Cord is nothing like the men who’ve deserted her before.

When an immigrant worker is hanged by the same two crazies who branded him, Cord sees the truth. The shame he’s carried about being the victim of a hate crime is going to cost him the woman he loves if he can’t let go of his past.
Excerpt She abruptly pulled out of his embrace and fastened her dress back together. “I need to get back. Daddy will be looking for me.”

Swallowing his disappointment, Cord said, “I’ll walk you back,chica.” 

Her eyes were hard, or maybe it was just the moonlight playing tricks on him. “Chica? Don’t call me that. And you can’t tell anyone what happened between us. This was a mistake. I’ll see you around.” Before he could react, she vanished out the door.

“I’ll see you around.”Had she really just said that? He found his shirt on the floor and, after jerking it on, left the bunkhouse, slamming the door behind him. She teased him, got him hard as hell, then vanished? What the fuck had just happened here? 

Just a few feet into the dark, someone stepped in front of him. In no mood to talk, Cord started to push by when the other man grabbed his arm. “You too good to talk to me, Mex?” 

Buford LaDelle. Cord sighed. What was the guy’s problem with him? “No, just tired.”

“Worn out from work, or something else?”

Cord jerked his arm away from the bigger man’s grip. “Not that I feel like sharing my business with you, but yeah, I’m beat from roping all day.”

Another man moved out of the shadows. Buford grinned at him. “I think he’s worn out from that little joyride he just gave Shayla. How ’bout you, Spike? Think that’s it?”

“Yeah, I think that’s it,” Spike agreed. 

Buford got so close Cord could smell the alcohol on the other man’s breath. “That it, Mex?”

“Get lost.” Cord moved to step around Buford, and the bigger man slugged him. Hard. In the stomach. Not expecting it, he doubled over, fighting to catch his breath. Before he could suck in enough air, one of the men slipped a lariat over his head, pulling it tight against his neck. The other one grabbed his wrists and bound them with a slick leather strap, a rein maybe. 

What the hell? It was one thing to have a fistfight over a girl—all guys did it—but he’d never been attacked in the dark and roped like a wild steer before. Cord struggled, and the rope around his neck tightened until he feared passing out. Stars danced in front of his eyes, and his ears felt like they had cotton stuffed in them. He tried to speak, and his voice came out in a hoarse growl. “Let me go.”

Buford chuckled. “Not until you learn your lesson, son. I don’t know how things are done back where you come from, but around here, illegals don’t fuck our women.”

“I didn’t—” The rope dug into his neck, cutting off his words. He was as American as they were, the crazy bastards. 

Like a prisoner being dragged to the gallows, Cord was hauled toward the corrals. Every time he tried to speak, one of them jerked the rope around his neck, making it impossible for him to call for help. At the branding pens, Buford yanked Cord up tight against one of the corral posts, securing him like a trussed hog. His nose pressed against the rough cedar pole. He turned his face so his cheek rubbed it instead. Spike pulled Cord’s hands around the pole and tied them, rendering him helpless.

“What now?” Spike asked.

Buford held up something that flashed in the dim moonlight. A knife. “I say we geld him. Cut off his nuts and feed them to him.”

The buddy chuckled. “Good plan. That’ll teach him not to go between the legs of decent white women.”

Cord struggled against the rope binding him until it cut into his neck. Warmth trickled down his neck, and he knew it had to be blood. They were only trying to scare him. No one in his right mind would do something so crazy. 

Buford crowded up behind Cord, pinning him even tighter to the fence, and reached around and unbuckled his jeans. They slid down over his hips and thighs. He stood tied, half naked, his jeans and shorts pooling around the tops of his boots, as they discussed what to do next.

“We’re gonna need another couple of ropes to hold his legs apart,” the buddy said helpfully. “I’ll go get ’em. But you’re gonna have to do the cuttin’ ’cause I ain’t touchin’ no other man’s dick or balls.”

Buford considered that, turning the knife in his hands. “Yeah, you got a point about that. I ain’t no queer. But we gotta do something to teach this boy a lesson.”

Cord twisted his hands, desperate to get free, but the tie they’d used tightened with every move. He couldn’t catch a deep breath. Sweat beaded on his forehead and ran down his back. The joke had gone far enough. “Turn me loose and I won’t kick your ass,” he demanded in a harsh whisper. 

“Oh my God.” A woman’s voice. Shayla. Out of the corner of his eye, Cord saw her take in the scene. Horror filled her voice. “What are you doing? This isn’t Deliverance. Let him go right now.”

A rough laugh rumbled out of Buford. “Not a chance. Your daddy told us to take care of the problem, and we have it handled.”

“I never agreed to this,” she said stubbornly. “Pull up his pants and turn him loose.”

“We’re just scaring him a little.” Buford’s tone changed to vicious, and he stepped toward her with his fist closed. “Now get on out of here.”

She turned and fled. 
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Happy Anniversary to Me!

One year ago, my life changed. I didn't know how much it was going to change. My first novella, Amber's Muse, was published by Beachwalk Press. I have loved having a home with this publisher. My fellow authors there are so nice and supportive. The editors are superb. I have many rounds of intense edits, and when my book hits readers hands, I know they are getting top quality.

When I look back at the past year, I see accomplishment. And this accomplishment has made me as a person feel confident. I had no idea I had the ability to do as much as I did in a year. Sure, I've been raising kids and that's an accomplishment, but the novella's I've produced, for me, feels amazing. I'm going to list all the books now that I wrote since Amber's Muse published. Not all of these are available for purchase or have homes, but this list always makes me feel proud.

Fool Me Once (Hot Bods)More Than Useful (Hot Bods)Accidental Love (Hot Bods)Opposites Attract (Hot Bods) - Coming February 2013Finding Home (Brookfield)Bare Necessities (Brookfield)Bound By PleasureTempting The MannyAt the Beach - Volume 1 - Includes my short story Forget Me NotSarah's Chase - a short storyLetting Go - a short storyBidding Wars - A full-length closed door contemporary - currently in the slush piles It's been an awesome year. And last October I had NO IDEA I would have that many titles under my belt. I expected 4...4!!!! I have 10...since 2 aren't available yet.

I honestly do not expect to be writing next year that I have had another 10 releases. This year I am trying to lengthen my writing. Bidding Wars as I mentioned earlier, is a 52,000 word novel. Its closed door when it comes to sex. Yes, you read that right. This year, I want to add more contemporary romances under my belt. Most will be comparable to Finding Home or Bare Necessities. You'll be in the room, just not getting the details like you would in my Hot Bods Series.

Happy Anniversary to Me and Amber's Muse!

Release Day Blitz - Aimee Duffy - The Monster of Fame #giveaway

A fellow Beachwalk Press author has just released her debut book, The Monster of Fame. 

I first want to start this post off with giving you a quick review on what I thought of this book. Do you enjoy shows such as American Idol, The Voice, or X-Factor? If so, you're going to LOVE this book. And if you're like me and you don't watch those shows, well you're going to love this book! Oh, did you catch the theme there? Regardless, this book will suck you in and you will be lost. 

We all know Simon Cowell, unless you've been living in a cave these past ten years. He's kinda sexy in a bad boy way. He insults the singers anyway he can. Well, our heroine of this story, Anna, is a finalist in the show and she has a thing for the bad boy, Miles Oliver. Yum Yum! I think I have a crush on him as well.

The chemistery was there in this book, the sexual pool, and when the hero/heroine finally hook-up, its detailed in a classy way. I enjoyed this book and I think its a perfect read for anyone who wants to get lost in a book. 

Now, continue reading for a blurb and excerpt. BTW, the book is available now on amazon, nook, all romance, and the beachwalk press website. Oh, and there is a giveaway! Blurb Can the voice of an angel heal a tortured soul?

Annabelle MacIntosh enters a reality singing contest to save her family from their mounting debt. Miles Oliver, celebrity judge and the owner of the biggest record company in the UK, doesn't think she has what it takes. She sings like an angel, but when she performs all he can focus on is the terror in her eyes. It's a look he knows only too well. After the pressure of fame destroyed his wife, Miles swore he'd never let the same thing happen to anyone else. Driven by the guilt he's carried for years, Miles tries everything in his power to make sure Annabelle doesn't succeed, because he doesn't believe she'll survive it.

Annabelle needs that prize money, and she's determined to win it. As she fights to make it through each round of the contest, an attraction begins to develop between the two adversaries. The longer Annabelle remains in the competition, the deeper her attraction grows to the man who's trying to prevent her from reaching her goal. Can she convince Miles she's strong enough to fight the fame monster and win?

Excerpt Click to set custom HTML "We only have white. I hope that's okay," Annabelle said as she pulled a bottle from the fridge.

"White's fine," Miles assured her.

She reached for the top shelf of one of the cupboards, pulling out two glasses. A strip of pearly skin flashed at her waist as the top rose. His attention was drawn to the creamy concave of her stomach. His throat grew tight. Every part of him itched to be closer to her.

"Here we go." She carried the glasses over to the work surface he was leaning on. Her floral scent engulfed him.

"Annabelle," he whispered.

She looked up at him, surprise crossing her features until she looked harder. She must have seen the feral hunger in his expression, known that when his attention dropped to her plump lips it was because he wanted to taste them. When his gaze locked hers, a flush stained her cheeks, but this time it wasn't embarrassment.

Her cobalt gaze dropped to his lips and she moistened hers. Miles doubted anyone could resist this kind of desire. This feeling went beyond lust to an almost carnal level. It was all-consuming and he didn't have the strength to fight it.

Worse still, he didn't want to.

With his mind filled with nothing but her, he dipped his head down and brushed his mouth against pink lips as soft as rose petals. He intended to pull away after a second, but need sped through his veins with a force he couldn't control. Instead of pulling back, he cupped the nape of her neck with his hand and deepened the kiss.

Annabelle's mouth opened and he could taste her sweet breath on his tongue. She melted against him as she snaked her hands around his neck. Every part of his body that touched hers burned, and for the first time in six years, he was harder than granite.

He pulled back and feathered her jaw with kisses. She gasped when he reached her neck, igniting his desire to an inferno. "Annabelle," he groaned against the skin at her collarbone. She shivered all over.

He closed his eyes and nibbled her silky skin. Just as he was about to move back to her lips, Cassie's face—gray and lifeless—flashed to the forefront of his mind. His heated blood morphed into cold sludge in his veins.

Miles released her, instantaneously jumping back as if her touch burned him. Annabelle's skin flushed and her eyes were so dark they were no longer blue. Confusion colored her expression, and he couldn't speak. Guilt lay heavy in his gut, threatening to travel up his throat and choke him.

Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. Cassie's face—cold and lifeless—was ingrained against his lids and the sick feeling came back, the same as it had when he'd found her dead in their apartment.

"Miles?"

He opened his eyes to Annabelle's crestfallen face. His was so numb he couldn't imagine what kind of expression he wore.

"I…can't," he choked out and started toward the door, pushing away her outstretched hand. Once outside he gulped in a breath of cool night air and jumped into his car. What had he been thinking? He was supposed to befriend the girl, not kiss her until he became drunk with desire.

Miles barked out a hard, humorless laugh. There really wasn't any point in bothering to kiss anyone at all, especially since he couldn't take things further with anyone, let alone with Annabelle. No matter how much he might want to.

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Check out Bound By Pleasure this weekend #BDSM #eroticromance

Looking to heat your weekend up with a spicy tale? I might just have one for you! Bound By Pleasure is the first BDSM I've written and I tried to create a story that wasn't as traditional as others of the genre. So, why do I think mine is different?

I’m not the first to write a story about the heroine entering into this lifestyle for the first time. However, I think I stayed true to how someone would feel. Megan is scared and often doubts if this is what she wants. She likes the smoking hot sex, but giving up control isn’t as easy as she thought. And punishment, it’s something she doesn’t understand. For the life of her, she can’t figure out why anyone would want to be spanked.

Also, I wanted my hero of the story to be different from most of the Dom’s readers read about. Greg isn’t a high-powered business man. He doesn’t spend his days in meetings and being in control of everything. Instead, he’s a struggling artist. He spends his days painting. His life is anything but organized.

The heroine and hero themselves I think make my story unique. I love reading about the CEO Dom’s myself, but I thought this might put a little different spin on the story. My story isn’t hard-core, but more a romance of two people falling in love and getting a little kinky in the playroom. Blurb Can Megan let her guard down enough to experience the pleasures Greg has to offer?

As an erotic romance author who has spent hours researching the BDSM lifestyle, Megan thinks she knows all about it. But when she decides to explore it firsthand, she quickly learns that there's a lot she doesn't know.

Greg isn't your typical Dom. He's an artist, and his life is anything but organized. He likes Megan from the start. She's honest and he sees something different in her. The more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself acting in ways he never has before. He's developing feelings for her, and he's hopeful Megan might be feeling the same way, but every time he tries to get her to open up to him, it seems that she takes a huge step back.

Megan has a hard time expressing herself, a problem that only intensified when her ex criticized her every time she tried to share her feelings. As a result, she learned to bite her tongue and keep her emotions hidden. So when she begins to fall in love with Greg, she isn't sure how to tell him, or even if she should tell him. But she fears if she doesn't open up to him soon, she may lose him. Can Megan find the courage she needs before it's too late?

Excerpt Turning off the car, Megan grabbed her purse. She quickly checked her makeup and hair in the rearview mirror. It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of her car and headed for the front door. The house was gorgeous and the yard was well taken care of. Once she made it up the stone walkway, she saw that the door was ajar. Strange.

She pushed it open and called out and was greeted by a deep voice that echoed from somewhere in the back. He directed her to go to his study which she would find to her left.

Well, she had made it this far, and he knew she was here—there was no turning back now. Once again she took a deep breath, and she made her way to his study. The door was closed when she found it, so once inside the room she made sure to shut it back.

Megan couldn't believe the sight of his office. It was in complete disarray. Not one bit of organization. There were half started paintings on canvases scattered here and there, and piles of paper stacked on the bookshelves and desk. Perhaps it was best to get out of there. She couldn't understand why Dawn had recommended him. This was not what she'd expected at all.

Right as she was about to leave she heard the doorknob jiggle. Her eyes widened as she wondered what to do next. Should she meet him on her knees? Or simply take a seat in a chair since this was only an interview? She opted for the chair and sat just as he walked in.

It took every ounce of Megan's self-control not to let her mouth drop open when she saw the man who presented himself in front of her. Once again, this was not what she had expected. In strutted a man in loose, ripped jeans and a baggy t-shirt. He had sandy brown hair that was long and tied back in a ponytail. His eyes were crystal blue. A gorgeous smile was plastered on his face as he took a seat directly in front of her on a bar stool.

"You must be Megan," he said.

"I am." She had no idea how to address him or what to say.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting." He reached over and took a piece of paper from the pile on his desk. "I looked over your application, and I see that you only have a little experience in this lifestyle. Have you ever had a Master?"

"No," she responded.

Greg's eyes drifted up and down her body. If she wasn't feeling self-conscious before, she definitely was now.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No, why?"

"You have to be honest with me or else I won't even consider you. Trust is very important in a relationship such as you're wanting to enter into."

Taking a deep breath, she blurted out, "To be frank, you're not what I was expecting."

He chuckled. "Continue."

"You're so laid back, your office is not organized, and well, as I said, you are not what I was at all expecting."

"Tell me then, what were you expecting?"

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The Calm Before The Storm - Author is donating all proceeds this month!

A close friend of mine, Tamaria Soana, has written a short story titled, The Calm Before The Storm. From now and the entire month of October, she is donating 100% of HER proceeds to a local women's shelter in her area. She is offering this great short story for 99cents and its available onAmazon.

The last two years of Erica Bloom’s life have been spent looking over her shoulder. Sawyer Marsh promised the day she filed for divorce and left him, that if he couldn't have her no one would. Even though Sawyer hasn’t contacted her in two years she’s still feared for her life. She remembers all too well the nightmare their marriage was and what it felt to be on the receiving end of his wrath.


The news of Sawyer’s engagement allows Erica to finally let her guard down and enjoy her new life and budding relationship with Brock Maxwell. 

While away relaxing at Brock’s vacation home on the Willow Lake, the past comes back to haunt her. Were the past few years just the calm before the storm?


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Excerpt
Erica picked it up and smiled when she saw it was Joann calling.

“Hey, Joann.”

“Hi, Erica. You busy?”

“No, not at all. I was just reading the paper.”

“Did you hear the news about Sawyer?”

Erica stood up.  Chills ran down her spine at the mention of his name. “What news?” she replied, just above a whisper.

“He’s getting married.”

The words stunned her. 

“Erica, are you still there?” Joann asked. 

She took a deep breath, trying to calm down so she could respond.

“How do you know?” she managed to stammer. So many feelings were flowing through her body as she paced the floor. They ranged from fear to relief. Was he truly moving on? 

“Tim ran into his cousin at the hardware store. He said they’re getting married in a few months.”

“Wow.” Erica breathed out.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. This is good news. He’s moved on. Maybe I can stop looking over my shoulder every time I go out. Do you know who she is?”

“No. From what I understand, some woman he met while on a business trip and Sawyer’s  cousin mentioned  that she’s much younger.”

“The poor girl doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into. I feel for her because I know all of his tricks. He’s sexy and charming in the beginning and you’re so over the top in love with him.  You marry him and get so caught up in the fairytale you believe is your life, until one day he changes into the man he truly is. A monster,” Erica stoically stated. 

“Erica, I know you went through hell with him, but it’s been two years. You have a terrific man in your life. I think it’s time you let go of the past and live again.”

Erica sank down on the couch. She felt like she was hit by a freight train.  “I have a lot to think about. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Let’s get together soon.”

“Sounds great.”

“Erica, relax. The nightmare is finally over.” Her friend reassured her.

“Bye, Joann.” Erica ended the call and stared into space. Could it be that easy? Am I honestly free from that man once and for all?
Note from the Author: 

To say it’s surreal to have my short story come light is an understatement. The vision for this story came to me months ago. I wanted to write a short story to raise awareness for Domestic Abuse. This cause is very near to my heart. I also wanted to find away to use my story to raise money for the cause. After a few phone calls I decided I needed to look no further than my own back yard. I live near Buffalo, New York  and we have a wonderful woman’s shelter that has helped countess woman and children get back on their feet.

October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I will donate 100% of the proceeds from The Calm Before the Storm in October to my local woman's shelter, and 50% for the life of the book.

Here are some Domestic Violence Statistics

§  Every 9 seconds in the US a woman is assaulted or beaten.

§  Domestic violence is the leading cause of injury to women—more than car accidents, muggings, and rapes combined.

§  Nearly 1 in 5 teenage girls who have been in a relationship said a boyfriend threatened violence or self-harm if presented with a breakup.

§  Every day in the US, more than three women are murdered by their husbands or boyfriends.

Those facts alone make you want stand up and do something. One thing you can do if you're in an abusive relationship or know someone that is please get help by calling the hotline.


National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1−800−799−SAFE (7233) or TTY 1−800−787−3224

New work in progress - Wanted:Wife

After writing Bidding Wars, 50,000 words in less then 30 days, I took a little break from writing. My brain needed it. I did however do some edits and proofreads for friends. I got Bidding Wars all ready and currently have my eggs all in one basket, hoping that a certain publisher will like the story and pick it up. But, I don't want to say too much, I might jinx myself.

I all ready knew however, what my next project would be. I had a short story not long ago in an anthology. Well, the publishers closed down and I got the story back. During the time the story was available  I got a ton of great feedback on the story. Reader's loved it and wished it could get its own story. Well, it is. Today I have been hashing out ideas, giving the story a little more depth, and developing the characters a bit more. Here was the original blurb:

 Darcy is down on her luck and can't believe it when she finds herself answering a help wanted ad for a wife. Steven's day starts to look up when the girl he longed for in high school answers his ad. Will these two finally find love in the most unusual of ways?

Originally, this story was more on the erotic side. I've tried to cut that out and move this to a contemporary. It's not going to be closed door by any means. It will be contemporary on the lines of Finding Home and Bare Necessities. There is sex, but its not described in full detail. 
I'm certainly looking forward to taking this journey with the story. I loved Darcy and Steven when I was with them for a brief time before. Now, I hope to sit down with them and spend a lot more time getting to know them. 

Be sure to stop back by for updates or listen to me on facebook or twitter. I sometimes share snippets as a I write them.

The Perfect Score - Kellie Kamryn

Shelley Longstaff finally has her chance to be in charge only to rue the day when she is asked to train the dreaded Anna Fortier, a gymnast who has no sense of sportsmanship and makes everyone in her vicinity miserable. When Shelley refuses, she’s threatened with a lawsuit by her father. To make things worse, Shelley has an inexplicable attraction to the arrogant rich lawyer!

Since his wife’s death five years ago, Jacques (Jack) Fortier does whatever it takes to protect what is his. Shelley’s club is his last resort to keep his daughter in the sport, but threatening to sue her isn’t exactly his smartest move. When she grudgingly agrees to give Anna a chance, he finds himself attracted to the spritely gymnastics coach – the first woman he’s had any feelings for since his wife passed away.

As Shelley and Jack leap over the line in their parent-coach relationship, Shelley worries over falling in love with a man who admittedly still loves his late wife. But when a crisis of teenage proportions threatens their relationship, will they risk everything for the chance to achieve The Perfect Score?

Excerpt He didn’t say anything, but placed a hand on top of the one she had on his thigh. That’s when she 
noticed the intimacy of their current position. Flustered, she stood and gestured with her hands. “I 
wanted to go to the Olympics when I was little, but as I got older, I realized I wouldn’t make it. I changed 
my vision. I wanted to be able to compete, and later I wanted to become a coach. At university, I studied 
human movement, and I chose to be a part of the sport in a different way.”
“It’s something to think about.”
The faraway tone of his voice told her he didn’t like admitting defeat. Their eyes met again, and the 
intensity of his gaze had Shelley frozen to the spot. He rose, towering over her, and picked up one of her 
hands. Lifting it up to eye level, he flattened his palm against hers. Her hand was half the size.
Her heart pounded when he folded his fingers over hers, and the sound of blood rushing in her ears was 
all she heard. A small smile blossomed as she remembered what she’d thought the first time she’d seen 
the size of his hands.
“I like it when you smile,” he said, his voice deep. “What are you thinking?”
“The first time I saw your hand I thought it would cover my whole chest. Such an inappropriate thought 
when first meeting a parent of a potential club member.” She snapped out of her stupor and blushed 
deeply. “Oh, dear Lord, I can’t believe I said that.”
He shifted his gaze to her breasts. “Shall we test your theory?”
Her nipples hardened in response, and her eyes widened. “It’s not appropriate for you to be staring at 
my breasts.”
“You shouldn’t have mentioned them.”
“Are we sixteen?”
“Far from it.” He glanced at her lips. “I suppose it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to kiss you.”
“Precisely.” Her voice was far too breathy for her liking. She tried taking her hand out of his, but he 
tightened his grip.
“I’m going to do it anyway.” He lowered his face toward hers.
She turned her head, trying to remain in control of this situation. Her brain told her this wasn’t a good 
idea. Her body said, What the hell? “Jack.” Her firm tone should have brooked no argument. Too bad it 
came out with a quiver.
His eyes closed. “Say it again.”Her voice trembled when she spoke. “Say what?”
“My name. I hate it when you call me Mr. Fortier.”
“Mr. Fortier,” she began, but Jack caught her chin gently in his hand. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t 
try to escape. “Do you always expect to get what you want?”
“Not a lot of people say no to me.” His lips were a hair’s breadth away from hers. “Please say my name.”
With their lips almost touching, she whispered, “Jack.”
She had been about to say they should keep their relationship professional, and intimate contact was 
out of the question. But when he sealed her lips with a kiss, further protest died in her throat. He added 
a little pressure, and warmth spread throughout her entire body.
Her body responded like a woman dying of thirst needs water. She thought his kisses would’ve been 
aggressive like him, but this was unlike any kiss she had ever experienced. It spoke of moonlit walks and 
breakfasts in bed, promised tender good nights, and passionate good mornings, whispered words meant 
only for a lover’s ear, and dreams shared only with another.
Shelley had always viewed a kiss as a prelude to sex, but never to her future.
She drew back and pressed a shaking hand to her lips. Future? She had no future with this man beyond 
seeing him from time to time at the gym when he brought his daughter for practice.
Completely unnerved, she could only muster two words. “Oh. Wow. Buy Links Amazon / Nook / Secret Cravings

Naughty Little Bedtime Stories by Tamaria Soana

Bedtime stories for adults, and they're sexy? Count me in!


Bedtime stories that will heat up your night.

Naughty Little Bedtime Stories contains twelve short stories that will arouse your senses. You'll find stories that contain light bondage, food play, ménage (m/m/f), and other erotic events. Each story has a different setting and couple who explore all things naughty in and out of the bedroom.

Content Warning: adult language, graphic sexual situations

EXCERPT FROM Strawberries and Whipped Cream

We ate dinner, drank some wine, and talked about our week. Maybe tonight I would finally pop the question. After cleaning up, I refilled our glasses.

"Did you get something for dessert?" Emma asked.

I smiled. "Yes, I did. Why don't you go into the living room and make yourself comfortable while I get it ready."

"Okay. Are you sure you don't need help?"

"I'm sure."

After she left the kitchen, I gathered the bowl of strawberries and can whipped cream from the fridge. I walked in the room to find her on the couch, sipping her wine. I sat down next to her and placed the food on the coffee table.

"I love strawberries, but why the can of whipped cream?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Close your eyes. No peeking," I whispered in her ear.

I took a strawberry and traced her bottom lip with it. She opened her mouth slightly, and I allowed her to take a small bite. A low moan escaped her lips, and my dick twitched in response. I began to feed her another piece of fruit. My cock was getting harder by the minute as I watched her lips wrap around the strawberries.

"I want to feed you one," she said as she opened her eyes.

"I have a better idea. Close your eyes," I said in a deep voice.

Emma sighed and closed her eyes. I picked up a strawberry and touched her bottom lip with it, and she opened her mouth to take it in. I leaned in and bit the other end, letting our lips meet and eliciting a faint squeal from her.

"Would you like some whipped cream?" I asked her as I grabbed the can and shook it.

"Yes," she whimpered.

I squirted some whipped cream on her bottom lip. She seductively licked them while looking at me lustfully. I groaned, shifted to adjust myself, and placed my lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around me and the kiss deepened. Our tongues rubbed against each other. She tasted like whipped cream. Pulling away, I placed kisses down her neck and made my way to her chest. I lifted her shirt over her head. She was wearing a pink lace bra.

"Beautiful," I whispered as I reached around her and unhooked her bra. I slid the straps off her arms, placing more kisses on her neck. "Lay back," I told her as I took my shirt off.

I unbuttoned her jeans and slowly unzipped them. She lifted herself up as I slid them down her amazing legs and threw them on the floor. She was a sight to behold in just a pair of pink boy shorts.

"Do you trust me?" I asked.

 
EXCERPT FROM Instant Attraction

We walked out of the restaurant and down the hall into the main lobby of the hotel, my eyes scanning for any photographers. I really didn't want my face all over the tabloids tomorrow.

"I had a great time meeting you today. So, what now?" Slade asked as he looked deep into my eyes.

"I don't know," I whispered. I didn't want the afternoon to end.

"I don't want to leave you just yet, Jewel," he whispered in a sexy tone.

I bit my bottom lip and started to fidget. "Then don't." I took a deep breath, trying to figure out everything that was racing through my head. "Would you like to come to my suite for a drink, maybe?" I couldn't believe I'd just asked him that, but I knew what I wanted, and at the moment it was him.

"I thought you'd never ask."

We stepped in the elevator and the doors closed. We were alone. Before I could process what I was doing I was kissing him. The simple kiss set all the nerves in my body on fire. The elevator stopped and I pulled away as the doors opened.

"This is my floor," I said breathlessly.

We walked into the hallway in silence. The tension between us was so strong. We reached my suite and I swiped my card to open the door. I could feel his gaze on me, it was making me nervous and turning me on at the same time. My stomach was in knots as I walked in, but not the bad kind of knots, the I-want-to-jump-him kind of knots. He was making me crazy. I truly just wanted to go with what I was feeling. I was so attracted to him. As soon as the door shut Slade pushed me against the wall and started kissing me.

"Jewel, you are so alluring," he said as he kissed my neck.

"Slade," I moaned. I could feel how hard he was as he pressed harder into me.

"I want you," he said as his hand grazed my breast. "Do you want me?"

"Yes!" My heart was pounding in my chest as I led him to the bed. His urgent lips were on mine. He unzipped my sundress and it fell to the floor, leaving me in only a black lace bra and thong.

"So sexy," he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck.

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Bare Necessities - Now Available everywhere! #romance

I love this story. Its the second book in The Brookfield Series - formerly known as Clearwater (publisher closed).
Finding Home is the first book in the series and is currently only on Amazon. However, you don't have to read Finding Home to read Bare Necessities. Though, I think after reading Bare Necessities, you'll want to pick up Finding Home to read about Julie and Mark. 

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Buy: Smashwords / Amazon / Nook / All Romance After years of bad relationships, Ava Miller is finally living life for herself and isn’t going to let anyone get in the way. Her dream is to open a lingerie shop, and she has chosen Brookfield, Wyoming as her new home, where her dreams might just come true. Once she meets the town sheriff, though, she’s suddenly involved in a flirtatious battle for the right to open her store.

Seth Hampton is the town’s sheriff, and when Ava shows up, he’s not sure what hits him. He craves her, yet he can’t stand to allow that type of shop to open in his small town. However, he isn’t alone. Someone else wants Ava to leave town. Things take a turn when her shop is vandalized, and all evidence points to Seth.

Ava isn’t sure what to think. While Seth seems to be the only one with motives, something inside her believes he would never do it. Can Ava and Seth figure it out before one of them gets hurt?

Excerpt The sun was starting to go down, and even though it was late summer in Brookfield, it still got a bit chilly in the evenings. Once in her car, she made the short drive over to the local diner, Swift Water Café. It was brightly lit, and the place appeared to be hopping. She couldn’t wait to start meeting people. She loved to socialize. Talking was just second nature to her—along with flirting.

Seth greeted her at her door, and as she stepped out, he placed his hand on her lower back. It was possessive, and at first she wanted to step away, but his hand soon dropped and she realized he was just being friendly.

In the diner, they made their way to a corner booth. Many of the customers quieted and watched as she and Seth took their seats. Just like a normal small town. She was new, and now they were curious. She smiled at everyone. First impressions were important.

A perky waitress made her way over and took their drink order. The blonde made flirty eyes at Seth, and Ava couldn’t help but be amused. He was most likely Brookfield’s number one bachelor. Every woman here probably wanted to tie him down and have six of his children. Thank God that was the last thing on her mind.

“So, Ava, tell me a little about yourself,” Seth said.

“Not much to tell, officer.”

Seth’s face lit up again. She enjoyed making him smile.

“Everyone around here loves Julie,” he said. “It’s nice having her home again. Have you been by to see her and Lila yet?”

“It’s the first thing on my agenda in the morning. I can’t believe how big Lila’s getting.”

The waitress returned with their drinks and then took their order. Diner food, what could be better? A nice, greasy sandwich and fries. She was thankful she wasn’t one of those women who watched her weight.

“So tell me, Ava, what brought you to our lovely town?”

“I’m opening my own business.” Ava took a sip of her soda.

“That’s great. We need some more shops. Let me guess, you’re opening up a boutique of some kind.”

“Something like that.”

“Rumor has it we have an adult store opening.” He laughed.

Ava froze. What was so funny?

Seth continued. “Whoever that nut job is, I hope they know this town isn’t having it. We plan on running them out. We have a reputation to keep up.”

The waitress came back, still batting her eyelashes at Seth. Looking at the food in front of her, Ava was no longer hungry. She dug through her purse for a ten-dollar bill, set it on the table, and then stood up. Seth gazed up, confused.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Did I say something wrong?”

“Yes, you called me a nut job, and I’ve lost my appetite. I thought Brookfield would be different, but you’ve just shown me how wrong I was.” Ava turned and started to make her way to the entrance. Once she was outside, Seth came running out after her.

“You’re the one opening up a sex toy shop,” he said.

Rolling her eyes, she said, “It’s a lingerie shop, and in the back, there just so happens to be a small adult area. Why I’m explaining this to you, I don’t know.”

“Well, I hate to tell you, but that shop isn’t opening here.”

Crossing her arms, she glared at him. “Just try and stop me.”

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