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December 2, 2012
Tis the season for #sexy! @evernightpub VANILLA-FREE CHRISTMAS Antho is here!
It’s release day!I’m thrilled to show off the cover of Evernight Publishing’s VANILLA-FREE CHRISTMAS Anthology! This Christmas, the best gifts are waiting for those who have been naughty…
And the toys under the tree are not for children. Sexy Santas, naughty elves, and dominant shifters are ready to spread some very kinky Christmas cheer. It’s a good thing the ladies in our stories are looking for anything but vanilla.
Nine super-sexy stories pack this spicy anthology. Check out the line up…
Santa’s Beard by Doris O’Connor
The Olympian by Sandra Bunino
Three in a Tub by Giselle Renarde
A Few of My Favorite Things by Seleste deLaney
The Man Inside by Lila Shaw
Who’s Been Naughty and Nice? by Vanessa Devereaux
Secrets Santa by Raven McAllan
Faith’s Gift by R. Brennan
A Very Furry Christmas by Jorja Lovett
The Olympian Blurb:
Rachel, an Olympic skier hopeful with a chip on her shoulder, is looking for her second chance. Her nasty, take-no-prisoners attitude is legendary both on the slopes and in bed. Erik is tasked with keeping Rachel under control during Christmas weekend at the Crimson Mountain Ski Resort. Rachel’s will is tested when an accident and storm strands Rachel and Erik together in an abandoned ski cabin. Can Erik melt the Ice Queen? Warning: contains an interesting use of an icicle… and a candy cane.
Excerpt:
Rachel winced and tried unsuccessfully to open her eyes. Her head felt as though there was an ax straight through the middle of her forehead. A chill hit her face, but surprisingly the rest of her body was snug and warm. Her hands went on an investigation under the tightly wrapped blanket. She touched her bare legs and slowly slid her hand over her lace panties. Her hands traveled up to her stomach then stopped at warm and muscular arms. Still groggy, she assumed she was in a dream. She touched the mystery man’s fingers and laced her own with his. Nuzzling backward into the warmth of an apparent dream, she froze when the body responded back with his hard manhood nudging at her ass. She opened her eyes enough to see an unfamiliar room flooded with light. For a moment she thought she had possibly died, but the brawny male body upon hers was very real. She turned to get a look at his face. There lay sleeping the same man who had infuriated her at the coffee shop. What the hell?
“Hello? Wake up!”
The man groaned, stretched, and blinked his eyes.
“Good morning, my little dare devil. How’s your head?” he asked.
Rachel looked from his eyes to his lips that showed the hint of a smug smile. Her line of sight moved down to his bare chest.
“Who are you? Where are we? And why are we naked?”
“Oh, Rachel, my dear. Don’t you remember?”
Vanilla-Free Christmas is available here:
Evernight Publishing / Amazon / AllRomance eBooks
(links will be updated as they become available)
December 1, 2012
An icicle melts the Ice Queen on #sixsunday
Happy December!
I’m sharing six lines from my short story, The Olympian, which is releasing tomorrow in Evernight Publishing’s Vanilla-Free Christmas Anthology! I join Doris O’Connor, Giselle Renarde, Seleste deLaney, Vanessa Devereaux, Raven McAllan, Jorja Lovette and my pals Lila Shaw and R. Brennan in this nine story sexy holiday compilation.
In this snippet, Rachel, the Olympic skier hopeful heroine, had a nasty spill on an off-limits slope. She was rescued by Erik, the ski resort’s operations manager and brought to an abandoned ski cabin to escape the storm. They got off to a rocky start but Rachel’s Ice Queen facade is beginning to crumble thanks to Erik’s interesting use of an icicle. Read on…
“What are you going to do with that?” Rachel asked and narrowed her gaze.
With a devilish grin he held the dripping icicle in his hand. Rachel backed further against the wall. A sudden rush of cold flooded her senses as the pointy end of the icicle touched her face. The point drew a circle on her cheek and outlined her mouth. Melted ice dripped over her lips and rolled down her chin and neck.
Vanilla-Free Christmas releases December 3rd and may even be available a little later today on Evernight‘s site!
Thanks for stopping by, more Six Sunday awesomeness can be found here!
xoxo
~S
November 30, 2012
Merry Menage #BlogHop!
Welcome to the Merry Menage Giveaway Hop hosted by the amazing ladies at
Day Dreaming, My Secret Romance and The Book Tart!
Need a new bedtime story to light your fire? Looking for something with a little heat to warm you during the cold holiday season? Feel like decking the halls naughty style?
Well then, you’re in the right place! So hang your mistletoe, make yourself a big mug of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and settle in for a little merry menage. Do I have an extra sexy one for you because my new release, Brooke’s Wish, just happens to be a holiday themed menage novella from my BDSM lite series, the Satin Rose Experience.
Here’s the buzz on Brooke’s Wish…
This is one of the most satisfying short stories I have read in a long time. I was taken in from the first page. I was right there at SRE. Ms. Bunino described the scenes so perfectly I was drawn into the story as if I were Brooke. I LOVED it. This story was a sensual feast for the senses. ~ Ursula from Love Books!
Bunino writes a fantastic pair of leading men. Ty and Jackson are the perfect specimens for a ménage-a-trois. They are two completely different men, each with their own style and brand of sexiness. The combination of beautiful writing, a great story, and not one but two desirable leading men makes this a fantastic read: the fulfillment of this reader’s fantasy. ~ Gillian from Tattooed Book Reviews
In the spirit of the hop, enjoy this merry menage excerpt from Brooke’s Wish:
The swish of fabric came closer and Jackson’s distinct cologne filled her nose. Where Ty’s scent was musky and natural, Jackson’s smell was clean and store bought. Both were different and both sexy as hell.
“Good evening, sweetheart. You look tasty enough to eat.” His large and surprisingly soft fingertips traced a line from her
blindfold-covered temple and followed her jawbone to her chin. “Tyler here allowed me into the scene on certain terms.
Normally, I wouldn’t agree to guidelines, unless they were included in your limits list. In this case, they’re not. Against my better judgment, I agreed for you, sweetheart. I know this is your fantasy and I’m honored to be able to give it to you.”
His voice came closer until puffs of air were upon her face with each word. She tilted her head and Jackson accepted her invitation with his full soft mouth. If Jackson’s lips were a work of art, his tongue could’ve been the eighth wonder of the world. He coaxed her mouth open with his own. Brooke leaned onto the balls of her feet to propel her body closer to him.
Her spine straightened as instant heat from Ty’s body licked at her back. While she kissed Jackson, Ty gathered her hair into a side ponytail and smoothed her long locks over her shoulder. His tongue drew circles at the exposed skin on the base of her neck. Palms encircled her waist and pulled her back so that her heels returned to the plush carpet. Evidence of Ty’s arousal nudged the cleft of her backside. The heady combination of two mouths and sets of hands attending to her at once almost had her coming on the spot. Ty unhooked the closure of her corset and ran his fingers down her bared spine to the top of her ass. The front of the corset stayed in place until Jackson finally pulled away from their kiss.
The delicate fabric dropped to her feet and Jackson wrapped his hands around her waist and laved each of her wanting breasts. Brooke’s head lulled back and she parted her lips as a moan escaped. The back of her head rested on Ty’s shoulder and she turned toward his husky voice.
“Do you like that, princess?”
Oh yes, Ty and Jackson are a super sexy combination!
BROOKE’S WISH is available here:
Evernight Publisher / AllRomance eBooks /BookStrand / Amazon
So what’s up for grabs? One lucky hopper will be randomly chosen to win a Bunino Sexy Reading Moment, including a $5 Starbucks gift certificate, series bookmark and an eBook from my backlist! Just tell me what’s your favorite thing about the holidays in the comments below. Use the Rafflecopter to add more chances to win!
Keep hopping!
xoxo
~S
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November 29, 2012
Bunino’s Blog Holiday Serial #FreeRead: THE TRAIN RIDE (Part 1)
Hey there, sexy!
I’m so happy you’re here for the debut of my holiday serial, The Train Ride. I’ll post a new episode every Friday for the next 5 weeks. So be sure to take a break from the holiday hustle and bustle with my short story about…
a man…
a woman…
and a steamy little train ride.
Enjoy!
Alexis Winters rolled her eyes. Yet another polyester bearded Santa Claus gawked at her bare legs. The strap of her what-the-hell-was-I-thinking high heeled pumps dug into her ankle as she snaked through the crowds toward Grand Central Station. Slipping the phone from her purse’s outside pocket, she glanced at the time. 7:34. Damn. She had eleven minutes to catch her train or she’d be stuck in the city for another hour. A soggy chill, that only a New York City December evening could produce, found its way to her toes. It wasn’t comfortable but she sure as hell didn’t regret shimmying out of her pantyhose in the ladies room before leaving the office. Cold air swirling around her calves was like heaven compared to the past ten hours spent in a stagnant office.
Kicking up her pace to power-walk mode, Alexis pushed through the revolving doors into the station and headed toward Track 17. She took a split second to appreciate the vaulted ceilings and massive windows of one of the city’s treasures. Climbing the platform’s stairs two at a time, she slipped into the closest train car with just a minute to spare. A deep breath filled her lungs as Alexis glanced around the crowded car. She was used to the regular crowd of business people on the New Haven bound route, but there was a different buzz on the train that day. It was Christmas time, which meant throngs of suburbanites flooded the city for their annual shopping and Rockefeller Center tree viewing day. She rolled her eyes at the couples and families tittering happily as she passed rows of passenger filled seats.
Scarcely an empty seat was to be found on the first few train cars. The thought of listening to kids shrieking Christmas carols for the next hour made her skin crawl anyway. It wasn’t as though she hated Christmas. She only hated the pre-holiday frenzy. If she saw one more candy cane, reindeer or tacky Santa she was sure she’d lose it. The sugary-sweet-make-your-teeth-hurt part of Christmas bugged her. It was one big nuisance and unless you were ten or had a ten year-old kid, what was the point? Really. A smile teased at her lips as she remembered the events from her past few Christmas holidays.
Alexis scanned the rows and rows of occupied seats. Her feet ached as she continued from car to car through the seemingly never ending train. Hope of having a peaceful ride home dwindled with every steel door that slammed in back of her. She lowered her hopes to just finding a seat within a five foot non-screaming kid radius. Pushing onward, she figured there were just a few more cars until the end of the train. Despite her frayed nerves, the gentle rocking eased her into a sleepy haze and she was determined to find a seat in the last car. A loud clang of the handle echoed before she pulled on the heavy door.
Then…pure silence.
Her ears perked. Surely, the car wasn’t empty. She stepped into the compartment and looked around. An attendant looked up from his reading.
“This is the quiet car, Miss,” he whispered.
The quiet car? She’d never ventured far enough into the train to find the quiet car. Glancing around the compartment, she spotted only an older couple in the third row. She was about to collapse into a seat a few rows from the pair when a single overhead light switched on. Her gaze was drawn to the back of the car and directly into a set of dark eyes staring right back at her.
****
Glancing over the top of the seat in front of him, his eyes washed over the beautiful woman entering the cabin. Long hair partially covered one eye and swept over her shoulder like black silk. The tails of her corporate style blouse hung loose and the first few buttons below her neck were undone revealing the hint of something lacey underneath. She stopped to brush the hair from her face and scan the cabin. It took her all of three seconds to lock onto his stare.
The racing train matched the uptick of his heartbeat as she walked up the aisle, her eyes never wavered from his. She continued her slow procession to the back of the train until she stood directly next to his row.
“Is that seat taken?” she asked and nodded her head once to the unoccupied seat to his right.
“I don’t believe it is,” he said after clearing his throat.
He detected a slight smile from her full lips as she hoisted the leather briefcase that hung from her arm up and slid it into the overhead compartment. A wave of heat hit his cheek and he stole an appreciative glance at the strip of warm skin peeking between the top of her skirt’s waistband and the bottom of her untucked blouse as she stretched to adjust her stowed case.
A deep inhale was rewarded by the heady combination of lavender mixed with cinnamon.
“May I?” she whispered.
The breathy request pulled at the muscles in his stomach. He carefully folded the newspaper in his hand and tucked it into the seat in front of him. His gaze blazed a trail up her body as he stood. She squared her shoulders but remained within an intimate distance while he stepped around her body to allow her access into the row.
He extended his hand as an invitation to the seat next to his.
“My pleasure, Miss..”
She smiled and slid past him, gently brushing her fingertips on his jacket sleeve as she moved into the row.
“Dahlia,” she said while settling herself into the middle seat. Her eyes sparkled through a thick veil of eyelashes as she glanced up. “And your name, sir?”
“Tristan.”
Copyright © 2012 Sandra Bunino. All Rights Reserved.
Dahlia, huh?
If you LIKED my sexy introduction to The Train Ride, be sure to return next Friday for Part 2. If you LOVED it, tell a friend, won’t you?
xoxo
~S
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Sandra Bunino is a multi-published and best selling author of erotic romance. Her holiday themed novella and second story in the Satin Rose Experience series, Brooke’s Wish, released in November from Evernight Publishing.
November 26, 2012
It’s Party Time: The Romance Reviews Year-End Splash @TRRtweet
It’s party time over at The Romance Reviews!
YES! I’m talking about the month long Year-End Splash (YES) Party! Hundreds of authors to be enjoyed and hundreds of prizes to be won. To participate, all you need to do is click over and register. It’s quick and easy, I promise. 
BROOKE’S WISH is a featured book during the party with a Q&A included in today’s trivia questions. I’ll also have a special author chat during the party on December 6th.
Have a Satin Rose Experience question? Want to know what the future holds for power couple Asher and Mia?
Drop by next week for the inside scoop!
Hope to see you there!
xoxo
~S
November 24, 2012
Train Rides and pick-up lines on #SixSunday #FreeRead
Happy Sunday!
I’m happy to be back after a short hiatus from Six Sentence Sunday. Miss me?
Today I’m sharing a snippet from Part 1 of my holiday blog serial story, The Train Ride. This sexy tale kicks off Friday, November 30th and will continue each Friday until December 28th, right here on my blog. It’s a little Free Read gift for my fantastic blog subscribers.
The racing train matched the uptick of his heartbeat as she walked up the aisle, her eyes never wavered from his. She continued her slow procession to the back of the train until she was directly next to his row.
“Is that seat taken?” she asked and nodded her head once to the unoccupied seat to his right.
“I don’t believe it is,” he said after clearing his throat.
He detected a slight smile from her full lips as she hoisted the leather briefcase that hung from her arm up and slid it into the overhead compartment. A wave of heat hit his cheek and he stole an appreciative glance at the strip of warm skin peeking between the top of her skirt’s waistband and the bottom of her untucked blouse as she stretched to adjust her stowed case.
If you enjoyed this tasty sample, be sure to stop back on Friday for the entire passage.
More Six Sunday awesomeness can be found here!
xoxo
~S
November 22, 2012
Black Friday #BlogHop: Bunino #FreeRead series is coming your way, baby!
Turkey day is behind us so bring it on! The countdown to the Christmas shopping season begins on BLACK FRIDAY. Eeek!
Thank you for hopping along with my fellow authors and bloggers instead of waiting in long lines at the mall. *cringes* Hugs and kisses to Carrie Ann Ryan and Cassandra Carr for making this one day hop possible! xoxo
The weekends leading up to the holidays are stressful, aren’t they? Well, I have a little treat for my blog subscribers every Friday through the holidays.
Can you say FREE SEXY READ?
That’s right! I have brand new sexy story for you about a man, a woman and a smokin’ hot train ride.
The 5 Part series begins November 30th and runs for 5 consecutive Fridays through December 28th.
Care for a tease? Enjoy this short excerpt of The Train Ride:
The single clank of the door drew his attention to the front of the car. Glancing over the top of the seat in front of him, his eyes washed over the beautiful woman entering the cabin. Long hair partially covered one eye and swept over her shoulder like black silk. The tails of her corporate style blouse hung loose and the first few buttons below her neck were undone revealing the hint of something lacey underneath. She stopped to brush the hair from her face and scan the cabin. It took her all of three seconds to lock onto his stare.
The racing train matched the uptick of his heartbeat as she walked up the aisle, her eyes never wavered from his. She continued her slow procession to the back of the train until she was directly next to his row.
“Is that seat taken?” she asked and nodded her head once to the unoccupied seat to his right.
“I don’t believe it is,” he said after clearing his throat.
He detected a slight smile from her full lips as she swung the leather briefcase that was hanging from her arm up and slid it into the overhead compartment. A wave of heat hit his cheek and his eyes flicked to the side to appreciate the strip of warm skin peeking from the top of her skirt’s waistband and the bottom of her untucked blouse as she stretched to adjust her stowed case.
A deep inhale was rewarded by the heady combination of lavender mixed with cinnamon.
“May I?” she whispered.
The breathy request pulled at the muscles in his stomach. He carefully folded the newspaper in his hand and tucked it into the seat in front of him. His gaze blazed a trail up her body as he stood. She squared her shoulders remained within an intimate distance while he stepped around her body to allow her access into the row.
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xoxo
~S
November 17, 2012
Today’s HOT #NewRelease: Doris O’Connor’s MASKS OF A TIGER
Today’s HOT NEW RELEASE is from another wonderful and sweet Evernight Publishing author, Doris O’Connor. MASKS OF A TIGER is book 3 in her ARe Bestselling Club Ink series. Just take a look at this hot cover!
Neeve doesn’t understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend’s sister in law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.
Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn’t expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.
Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?
Masks of a Tiger excerpt:
“Good girl, drink it all.” His voice had dropped an octave, and Neeve’s skin tightened in need. She tried to scoot away from him, but he anticipated her move, and in the flash of an eye he was sitting on the couch with her on his lap. His strong arms tightened around her when she tried to get off. “Stop it. You will just hurt yourself, and I can still put you over my knee.”
He chuckled into her neck when she snorted in frustration, and she glared at him.
“Sure, use your superior strength to make your point. Get off on beating up on women, do you?”
She regretted the words almost the minute they left her mouth, and she didn’t dare look at him. He went so still, she couldn’t be sure he was even breathing.
His arms tightened around her for an instant, and then he sighed. One of his large hands trailed slowly up her side, until he reached her neck. He gently massaged the knot of tension away.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
The growly whisper was impossible to ignore. She forced her gaze upwards, and the grim determination on Grisha’s face took her breath away.
“Who hurt you, Neeve? Give me the name of the fucking bastard, and I’ll tear him limb from limb.”
The steely determination in his eyes, and the controlled, almost careful, way his chest rose and fell sent shivers down her spine. The tight grip he had on his emotions and the quiet way he studied her made her feel as though she was the prey he was about to pounce on. Rather than fear coursing through her veins, it was an entirely different emotion making her breath hitch and her nipples tighten. He noticed of course. He seemed to notice everything, and his gaze dropped briefly to her breasts. They ached under that quick visual as though he had run his hands over them, and Neeve shook her head.
“I wouldn’t give any man the satisfaction of being able to hurt me. I told you, I’m not a sub.”
Grisha closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them they glittered with barely suppressed fury. His smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“If that is truly the way you feel, then why are you still sitting on my lap? Should you not be running away screaming?” He lifted his hands away from her, as if to make his point. “Yet here you sit. Why is that I wonder?”
“I … I… I’m not. … I mean…” Neeve hated how wobbly her voice sounded. Why was she still sitting on his lap?
“I’m sorry.” The words flew from her mouth before she knew she was going to say them. “I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know why I did, really.”
Grisha nodded, once. That was his only reaction. Hands placed on the couch either side of his legs he didn’t move, just watched her with that unwavering attention that pinned her, as though he had tied her to him with invisible bonds.
“Thank you for taking care of this.” She lifted her wrist and tried to smile at him, but her attempt wavered as his expression darkened. He took hold of her hand and turned it over. He bent his head and pressed a kiss into her palm. His hot breath sent tingles up her arm, and she clenched her hand into a fist. He kissed her knuckles, one at a time, before he pressed his lips against the bandage. He licked a path up her inner arm, leaving the most delicious tingles in its wake, and Neeve could almost forget who this man was and what he stood for. When he finally raised his head and looked at her, Neeve struggled to draw breath into her lungs.
“Why do you feel the need to mutilate this beautiful skin, sweetheart?”
“I … you wouldn’t understand. And it’s none of your business.”
He raised an eyebrow and smiled—a slow, sexy as sin, I-can-see-straight-through-your-bullshit-smile—that broke through every one of Neeve’s carefully constructed layers of witty comeback, years of pretense, and cut right into the pain she carried with her, lest she ever forget what happened.
“Trust me.”
The whispered statement hung between them, and Neeve shook her head.
“I don’t know you. How can I trust you?”
“Because sometimes it’s easier to tell someone you don’t know.” He cupped her chin and dug his fingers into her skin hard enough to hurt. “And because I get the whole need to mark skin thing, but you need to do it in a safe manner. I leave marks that fade, never scar. Marks that tease, and arouse, and get you so damn turned on, you’ll have the hottest sex you ever had. Marks that will proclaim I own you, at least whilst in a scene. Think on that, sweetheart, next time you stare into the flame.”
He let go of her so suddenly she felt bereft. As smoothly as he’d placed her on his lap, he moved her off it, until she was sitting on the couch looking up at him. He pulled a card out of his trouser pocket and placed into her hand. He leant down to do so, and Neeve’s stomach flipped over as he drew so close their breaths mingled. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of his kiss—a kiss she suddenly craved with every fiber of her being—a kiss that never came.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” His lips hovered over hers, when she opened her eyes, and he smiled. Arms either side of her body, he obliterated her view of anything but him, but her senses drank in the sight and feel of his powerful body. He’d rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, and opened a few more buttons on his shirt, exposing a smattering of dark hair on his chest, and Neeve’s mouth watered. The contrast of the white shirt against his dark skin mesmerized her. She took in the play of muscles as he straightened away from her. With his tie loose around his neck, and his hands now pushed into his trouser pockets, he was the image of disheveled elegance.
“When you’re ready to trust me, look me up, Neeve.”
Thanks for sharing MASKS OF A TIGER with us, Doris! Here’s where you can find this super-sexy story:
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November 15, 2012
Visits w/ Blogger Royalty! @FictionalCandy and @QueentuttsWorld #Squee
Hello! I hope everyone is having a fine week! I’m enjoying a little warm weather out in Arizona on a business trip. Internet is spotty here at best, but the weather is beautiful and the margaritas are amazing!
I’m visiting two of my favorite blogs. If you don’t know these fine ladies yet, you’ll want to follow them. Trust me!
First, I brought Brooke, Ty and Jackson over to Liz’s Fictional Candy to share my recipe for a Red Hot Ménage Scene. Get ready for a delicious calorie-free treat! Liz is giving away a copy of Brooke’s Wish so be sure to enter the Rafflecopter.
Next, I’m at QueenTutt’s World of Escapism with my girl, Ronda talking about different elements of BDSM-lite and how they can work for you. If you like to experiment or want to try something new, check out the post.
Ronda is giving away a copy of Mia’s Submission and SRE’s swag pack to a random commenter! Oh, and while you’re there, check out Ronda’s book rating visuals. *ahem* #justsayin
I’d love for you to stop by and say hi!
Have a wonderful rest of your week.
xoxo
~S
November 12, 2012
HOT #NEWRELEASE: The Good Sister (Part Two) by London Saint James @LSJRomance
Today’s HOT NEW RELEASE is from fellow Evernight Publishing author, London Saint James. London’s new release is a sequel to the ARe Bestselling The Good Sister. Trinity is back in The Good Sister (Part Two). Take it away, London!
Thanks so much for having me today to talk about my newest release, The Good Sister (Part Two). Inspiration to write, for me anyway, comes from so many different things. A place, a picture, a song, a poem, and even quotes. The idea for The Good Sister came from a quote, and blossomed into a two book series. Here’s the quote that started it all:
We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.
~Francois Rabelais~
The Good Sister Part Two Blurb:
Trinity Lane Winslow stepped out of her fantasy world and into the real one on a quest to obtain the object of her desire—Reid Addison. The pursuit led her to the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau, the man she craved, and the debonair Lord Archer, the man who offered what she really longed for—love.
When Reid revealed his dark side, he knew he’d sealed his fate and pushed Trinity into the waiting arms of Lord Archer. Can he live with his decision?
Lord Archer would do anything for his beautiful Trinity, but is he strong enough to hold onto her with all that conspire against them?
Note: The Good Sister 2 is the completion of a two-book, erotic contemporary series. Best if read in order. The Good Sister 2 contains anal sex, abduction and attempted rape of the heroine by a secondary character.
The Good Sister Part Two Excerpt:
The ride back to the chateau was brief, only because I curled up on Ashton and fell asleep. I was surprised when he woke me with the news we had arrived, nonetheless happy to feel his lips pressed firmly upon mine. When the kiss became a little more heated, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth, our exit from the car waited.
“Ashton, we should get out of the car because if we continue I may do naughty things.”
Ashton guffawed. “Yes, I am in agreement, my dove. And by the by, you need to button your shirt.”
“And you need to zip your pants.”
Clothes straightened, breath regained, and thoughts cleared, we left the confines of the car. When we walked through the door of the chateau, everyone came to meet us. That in itself wasn’t unusual, but what was unusual was the fact everyone seemed to be on edge.
“Welcome back, my petit,” Jacqueline greeted, giving me a peck on the cheek.
“What’s going on?” I asked. “Why is everyone looking like someone died?”
“Reid is here,” Breeze confessed in a rush, blurting out the words. “He’s been on a rant.”
As if a tornado called forth on cue, Reid stormed into the foyer.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, glaring at me. “Do you know how worried I have been about you? I knew Archer was coming, but you never said anything about leaving with him.”
“Reid,” Alec, Jacqueline’s muscle and right hand man, said in his warning voice. “You will calm your voice and control your anger while speaking with Trinity, or I will throw you out.”
Ashton stepped in front of me.
“Reid,” he said, and to my surprise he was using a polite tone. “I understand how you might worry for Trinity. However, I can assure you, I would never allow any harm to befall her.”
Reid’s eyes flickered fury.
“Archer.” Reid’s voice sounded as though acid was on his tongue. “I really could care less what you have to say.”
“Stop it!” I said. I huffed around Ashton, feet planted firmly. “Reid, you have no claim over me nor do you have any say in who I spend my time with or where I go.”
Reid glared at me for a moment then the glare changed to anger apparent as his features turned to stone. His silver eyes narrowed. Ashton held on to my waist, as if he were ready to snatch me back and pummel Reid if necessary.
“Trinity,” Reid said through clenched jaw. “Do you want to tell me something?”
“No,” I said, lifting the set of my chin.
“So you don’t want to tell me why you are wearing a fucking rock on your hand?”
Immediately, everyone seemed to stare at my hand.
“Well…” Ashton smiled. “We were going to make a formal announcement, but since Addison is set on making a scene,” Ashton said, taking hold of my hand. “I have asked Trinity to marry me, and she has accepted my proposal.”
A cacophony of noise followed. Gleeful laughter from all my sisters could be heard. Sincere congratulations from Alec. A hitching breath from Jacqueline, and a quite loud, “Fucking hell, you have got to be pulling my dick!” from Reid.
I snapped.
“Reid, I swear. You may be my friend, but I want to punch you in the face!”
Ashton chuckled.
“Trinity,” Reid muttered, looking almost befuddled.
“Fucking shit!” he yelled.
He balled up his fist before he threw up his hands. Reid turned and stormed past everyone, cussing all the way out the front door before he slammed it with a thundering shake.
Ashton smiled his wicked smile, gazing at me. “That went rather well,” he said with a tone of not quite joking.
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