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February 3, 2014

LMAO, this is just too fabulous! After all, what women could...



LMAO, this is just too fabulous! After all, what women could refuse such a delicious invitation? ;)


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Published on February 03, 2014 18:30

"“You know, the last time I gave a damn about what a man thought of me; Jimmy was still in the..."

““You know, the last time I gave a damn about what a man thought of me; Jimmy was still in the hospital.”

“Jimmy?” Nate stops his pacing and stares at me.

My head feels way too heavy for my neck and the deadweight has it falling back so I’m looking at the ceiling again. “Yeah. My husband.”

“You’re married?”

His astonishment has me grinning.”

-

Marina Denison and Nate Conroy


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A BITCH IN TIME


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Published on February 03, 2014 17:01

Lol. This is very, very true. :D I try to keep my author blog as...



Lol. This is very, very true. :D I try to keep my author blog as un-X-rated as possible, to many people’s disappointment, I’m sure ;) But my tumblr dashboard is filled with hardcore porn stills, thanks to all the kinky blogs I follow. ;)


It’s quite amusing actually, I can never open tumblr up in a public place :D Haha. Christ knows what would pop up; a woman tied up with Japanese rope bondage or two women licking each other’s pussies or giving a guy head… you get the picture. ;)


*sighs* I love tumblr. Lol.  



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Haha so true!


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Published on February 03, 2014 16:01

True love…
Where the little things count the most....



True love…


Where the little things count the most. ;)


Personally, I’m a pepperoni and jalapeno kinda girl. Yuuurm!


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how to say the important things


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Published on February 03, 2014 13:31

SALES BLITZ: The DUMONT DIARIES by Alessandra Torre

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Book Title: The Dumont Diaries Author: Alessandra Torre Genre: Erotic Romance Release Date: September 3, 2013 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions


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Lust is a dangerous thing. It can make you believe things that are not real. It can seduce your mind and lead it blindfolded to the cliff that will be its demise… What would you do if you could leave your life? Wake up one day and be someone else?


I signed the contract.


I left Candace Tapers and her slutty, strip club life behind, abandoned every part of that world with one hesitant swipe of my pen.


The agreement was clear:


1. Sex


2. Photo ops


3. No romance


""I need a wife. I am not signing up for romance, or affection, or a full time job. I will not love you. I will have no use for you other than sex and photo ops.""


Sex with Nathan was easy. More than easy. Panty-melting, can-never-get-enough HOT. I had begun to think that I could live this new life, showered in luxuries, orgasms, and diamonds.


Then, I started tripping over secrets.


Disclaimer: The Dumont Diaries contains a strong alpha male, super hot explicit sex, and twists and turns that might cause unnatural heart palpitations. This book does not contain BDSM elements. Meet the Author Alessandra Torre is a new author who focuses on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was an #1 Erotica Bestseller for two weeks. Now, Alessandra writes full time from her home in North Florida. Learn more about Alessandra on her website at www.alessandratorre.com, or you can find her on Twitter (@ReadAlessandra) or her Facebook fanpage. excerpt Bright light. It shines in through the glass walls, the sun unforgiving in its announcement of the day. I try to place the sun, try to place where I am and who is waking me up. I roll, the sheets soft and smooth, which causes my eyes to reopen. Soft and smooth don’t describe my sheets. Cheap and scratchy are my norm. Green eyes stare down at me.


Green eyes that lead to a crooked nose, full lips and a few days of unshaven growth. The face is vaguely familiar and I blink, my brain fully waking up. The security guy. Some name that begins with a D.


“Time to get up. Mr. Dumont would like to speak to you.”


I cover my face in my hands, trying to wake up enough to think. “Then you’ll take me home?” I hear a chuckle.


“If that’s what you want.”


I sit up, pushing back the blankets and swinging my legs off of the bed. My brain hazily engages, memories of last night slowly clicking into place.


“Wait.” I turn to the man with a glare. “I locked the door last night.”


He shrugs. “We have a key.”


I bite back a response, shooting him the stoniest glare I have, moving across the room and yanking open the closet door.


“I see you found some pajamas.”


“Yeah. You’ve got enough female clothing in here to outfit half of the city.”


I grab a tee-shirt dress and a pair of underwear, the tags still hanging from the lace. Stepping fully into the closet I turn and shut the door on the man’s face, cutting off whatever words were about to come out of his mouth. I feel a bit of adolescent pleasure at the slight, at the ability to show some of the frustration that is building up inside me. I pull the panties on, popping off the tag and tug the dress over my head, forgoing a bra.


I study myself in the mirror, a critical eye looking for flaws. I look younger, my makeup-free face much different than the vixen look I go for at the Club. My hair is curly, a result of going to bed with it wet, the strands exacting their revenge in the form of uncontrollable volume and curl. I run my hands through a few times before giving up and opening the door. To one irritated green-eyed face.


“Sorry,” I say breezily, dipping down and grabbing a set of jeweled sandals from a basket by the door, examining the size before slipping them on. A size too big, but acceptable to get home with. Someone at the club will be all over them.


I can feel his frustration, the emotion making me smile, my spirits rising as we exit the house and head to the main home, sunlight dancing off of the pool’s water and sending playful highlights over my legs. I am close to getting paid, getting in that limo, and heading back home in style.


With this payday, I will be flush for a while, six months at least, six months of no stress, no blowjobs, and no bullshit from Dibs over late rent or the utility bill. I couldn’t have been more wrong. About getting paid, about going home, and about six months of bliss. Social Links


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Published on February 03, 2014 06:01

February 2, 2014

This is freaky, disturbingly so. Lol. It takes the whole-make...



This is freaky, disturbingly so. Lol. It takes the whole-make sure you wear fresh underpants in case you die that day-to a whole new level. :D

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Published on February 02, 2014 18:30

"Sleep well?”
With my forehead pressed to his shoulder, my nod is transmitted to him through..."

““Sleep well?”

With my forehead pressed to his shoulder, my nod is transmitted to him through touch.

“I don’t even remember you bringing me to bed.”

There’s a grin in his voice, as he murmurs, “Would you have preferred the counter?””

-

Jake Harris and Mona Barranquet


from


…CAN BE GOLD



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Published on February 02, 2014 17:01

Lol, I don’t think it’s possible for Auto-Correct to...



Lol, I don’t think it’s possible for Auto-Correct to get it THAT wrong. :D Haha.

Unless it’s a Freudian slip? :P I didn’t realize computers were capable of that ;)

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Published on February 02, 2014 16:01

This sounds like something, Marina, one of my characters from...



This sounds like something, Marina, one of my characters from the Naughty Nookie series, would say. :D Isn’t it strange how non-existent beings become real to their creators :)


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Words of Emotion


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Published on February 02, 2014 13:30

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