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October 17, 2015
Spotlight on Far from Blind by S.J. Maylee, @SJMaylee @evernightpub
Far from Blind
Club Blind 2
by S.J. Maylee
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Released October 15th!
Book Description:
Candy Wilson has worked hard to build a life for herself from nothing to something she can be proud of but she can’t catch the eye of the one man who drives her wild with desire.
Brad Chambers has everything, always has, except the woman he loves. When a pitch black blind date at the exclusive Club Blind matches the pair together, Candy refuses to believe what she sees and throws up her protective barrier. It’s up to Brad to tear down her walls and get her to see the man who wants only her.
Be Warned: spanking and light BDSM
Where You Can Find Far from Blind
Amazon | Evernight | All Romance Ebooks | BookStrand
The first review is in!
5-stars from Liz’s Reading Life
“This story is another sizzling creation from SJ Maylee.”
Far from Blind Excerpt:
He closed the door behind them and the distinct click of a lock tumbling over echoed around the room. Maybe no showing yesterday was a mistake. If they’d had any chance at all, she’d blown it for sure. How could she expect him to trust her now? The air, thick with unsaid words, closed in around her.
It was time to take care of business and escape before she embarrassed herself. “This must be for you.” She held out the envelope.
“Thank you.” He took it from her and tore it open, revealing a piece of paper. His cheeks pulled into a little smile, then it disappeared. He maneuvered around his desk and sat. “Do you like me, Candy?”
“Of course I do.” She clasped her arms around her middle. The bigger question is what he thought of her before Club Blind and now.
“Then why didn’t you show last night?” He pressed his lips together and kept his gaze on her.
“To be honest…”
“That’s all I’ll ever expect from you.”
“I’ll give it to you straight. You don’t want a girl like me.” She blew out a breath as if it could help her raging pulse. Never in a million years would she have guessed she’d want a man to tell her she was wrong.
“Is that what you believe?”
“Yes.” She kept her focus on him. He gave nothing away. His expression didn’t change, only his fingers tapped on his desk which was irritatingly neat.
“Then we have a problem.” He stood. “We’d agreed to meet. I kept up my end.”
“And I didn’t.” She blew out a deep breath.
“Come here.”
She didn’t move. She didn’t take her next breath either.
He pointed to the ground in front of him. “Don’t make me ask twice.”
She jumped and then slipped around his desk. Damn, he really did smell good. No matter whether it was aftershave or him, the deep woodsy scent turned here on. Everything about Brad turned her on.
“Did I ask you to join me at Mistress Charlie’s yesterday?”
“Yes, but—”
“Do you believe I’m a liar?”
“No.”
“I don’t think you are either.” He tapped under her chin, lifting her focus back to him. “But I don’t believe you’re being honest with me right now and that’s a problem.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t show yesterday.”
“I appreciate the admission, but I can’t let the action and the attitude go unpunished.”
“What, are you going to spank me?” She chuckled.
“I think it’s time.” He tucked some of her hair behind her ear and his touch lingered along the side of her neck over her ugly mole. “Don’t you agree?”
“Agreed, Sir.” She leaned back on his desk. It was the only thing holding her up.
“Safeword?”
“Red.”
“Very good. Bend over my desk, please.”
“Right here?” She looked around his office. She didn’t find any windows to the hall, but his windows facing the next building were wide open. “You really are pissed.”
The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “The windows are treated. No one can see in here.”
“Oh.”
“You’re stalling.”
“Can you blame me?”
“You do know I’m an accountant, right?” He tugged on her hair. “We like to add.”
Praise for the first book in the Club Blind Series
In the Blind
The Romance Reviews “There is a good mix of heat woven into the storyline, perfect for an erotic romance. With the thrill and excitement of the sex club, the author has created the beginning of an interesting series.”
Night Owl Reviews “The beginning of the story leaves you wanting to know more. It has a unique premise. By the end of the first chapter, I was eager to finish the book…the author takes the reader on a wonderful journey”
Cocktails and Books “There was humor, some angst, romance, and of course, I already mentioned the incredible sex. You’ll be quite satisfied by the end. I know I sure was.”
S.J. MAYLEE BIO:
S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.
When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.
As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.
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WHERE YOU CAN FIND BOOKS BY S.J. MAYLEE:
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October 16, 2015
Madeline Archer’s, The Changeling Book Tour presented by @SensuousPromos #Sweet #PNR #Fantasy
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Welcome to the Book Tour for Madeline Archer’s The Changeling. This is a sweet paranormal love story which has just been made available, but it’s already gaining interest and climbing the Amazon charts.
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Half-fae Lenox Pendry is surrounded by secrets and none are his to keep. Plucked from his mother’s arms as an infant and raised a changeling, Lenox grows to adulthood unaware of what and who he is and oblivious to the danger unfolding as his birthday draws near. After he’s unwittingly sent to the Scottish Lowlands out of harm’s way, he chances to meet a beautiful healer named Janet Roxburgh. The townspeople believe her to be a witch. It would appear Janet has a few secrets of her own.
Note: Madeline Archer is the pen name of award-winning author Rose Anderson. The Changeling comes from the sweeter side of Rose’s imagination and was inspired by the Scottish ballad of Tam Lin. Rated PG.
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Excerpt~ Setting the Stage:
Three babies are born one night in a convoluted, yet calculated, turn of events. The first infant is cruelly torn from his grieving mother’s arms and swapped for another to be raised a changeling. The third child dies shortly after birth. In a daring act of love, the first infant replaces the third before his new mother knows her own child has died. Or that’s the plan…
November 1, 1867
Frances March hurried cautiously along the stable wall. So distracted by their conspiracy of mercy, she nearly jumped out of her shoes at the nicker of a horse. The sooner this deed was done, the better.
Pressing flat to the wall, she listened for the stableman, but heard only the muffled sound of stabled horses and the hoot of a distant owl. It was imperative that no one — upstairs or down — see her. She peered around the corner and watched as her sister disappeared through the hedge. Pulling her shawl tightly around her and the bundle she held, she scurried across the gardens to the library and slipped inside quietly. The head butler was waiting.
He stated rather than asked, “You’re certain no one saw you . . . ”
With a nod she went to warm herself by the fire, her bundle held close. The grandfather clock in the hall struck one.
Osgood checked his watch against it. He pressed, “Did you explain to your sister she must never speak of this again?”
“Yes, Mr. Osgood. As I said before, Agnes says no one would believe the truth of it anyway. She’d be ridiculed…her reputation ruined. And there’s always the possibility she could be blamed for the other. It is unbelievable, no?”
“It is at that.” Osgood nodded. “I scarcely believe it myself, Fanny. What about the poor still babe?”
Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Agnes will see him to the cradle and hopefully none will be the wiser. Mrs. Benton will think her own baby died and he’ll get a decent burial. And that’s pretty much the truth, isn’t it? Her own son is as good as dead. Poor, poor laddie, wherever he is now.” She crossed herself.
Osgood peered out into the night before locking the French doors and drawing the heavy curtains closed. “It’s as it should be.”
“Is it? Was it wise to switch them, Mr. Osgood? I mean, the baker and his wife —”
“— Had their child taken, with nothing to be done for it. They have seven living children to love, Fanny. Her ladyship has four in the grave. Five now.”
Frances frowned. “Has her ladyship awakened?”
He shook his head. “Doctor Fischer administered a sedative. Lady Amelia was done out. She went to sleep believing her child alive and has no idea of the tragedy that occurred but half an hour later.”
“My poor lady. To go through that long labor and, in the end, the babe too weak to survive.” Emotion welling, Frances wiped her eyes. “What do you suppose they do with the babies they take?”
Osgood blinked his own sentiment away. “I can’t say. My old Welsh grannie said the fae only took the sickly ones. But back then it was only legend.”
“My Scottish gran told us the same,” Frances said, shaking her head. “But Agnes says Libby Benton’s baby wasn’t sickly but strong and healthy. Nearly every child of the Benton’s is as towheaded as their father, except for the two with the ginger hair like their mother. Agnes said Libby’s babe was destined to be ginger.”
Osgood went to the decanter and poured two small glasses of sherry. He handed one to her before downing his in one swallow. “Did your sister witness the switch?”
Frances sipped then shook her head. “When Agnes went to tidy the mother, she left the sleeping babe in the crib with no one to watch him. And, why would she think he needed to be watched? She helped bring the others into the world without fuss. It was minutes only that he was out of her sight. When she went back, another, with black hair, was in his place. That’s when she told Libby the babe was asleep and she should rest a while. So distressed was Agnes that she ran up to the hill to find me.”
He nodded. “It was fortunate she did. Another hour and everyone might have known.”
“Oh yes, it was fortunate. Libby’s husband was at the bakery mixing his dough, and the other children were sleeping up the stairs . . . one more child to such a large family brought little interest in him, you see. There was no one to witness the deed. Will you be telling Mrs. Smithson?”
“No, Fanny. No one in this household, save you and I, will know. Of course Mrs. Smithson would keep the secret if I asked her to, but that isn’t necessary. We shan’t burden anyone else with the truth.”
Frances uncovered the bundle in her arms. Looking down, she smiled. “He’s a handsome laddie, don’t you think? I’m no expert, mind, but Agnes and I both suspect the babe is of mixed race. His little ears . . . ”
Moving to her side, Osgood broke into a smile of his own. The little bundled boy was sleeping. He ran a gentle fingertip over the small, slightly pointed ear. “Yes, he very well could be. And yes, he’s a handsome little man — dark like Master Evan was. May his soul in heaven forgive us.”
The lady’s maid put a reassuring hand on the head butler’s arm. “He wouldn’t want her ladyship’s heart to be broken more than it already is. You know how he loved her.”
“I do,” he nodded. “As I see it, the baker’s child is no more, taken away to some faery hill no doubt, never to be seen again, if the old stories are true. This little boy did not belong with the Benton family anyway. He’s black-haired, for one. He’d grow being different, maybe disliked or mistrusted, even despised by his father as another man’s bastard. Danny Benton is a highlander. You know how they are — with their superstitions — when they feel something isn’t quite right. The child would suffer for a situation not of his making. It harms no one that he be raised a Pendry.”
She nodded. “Yes, you’re right Mr. Osgood. If nothing else, this is the better life of the two.”
“It most certainly is. Master Evan is gone and Master John has been missing for a fortnight. Solicitors across London have been inquiring high and low for his whereabouts, but it isn’t looking good, Fanny. Should anything have happened to Master John, there is no other heir living. This little man may very well become the 10th Earl of Pendry.”
To the babe, Osgood leaned down and whispered, “And the family name will continue because of you. Shall we meet your mummy little sir?”
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October 15, 2015
Release Day Extravaganza: Bite Me
Magnus Corbett is the world renowned head chef for Usquebaugh, the wildly popular restaurant and whiskey bar inside the Foxwood Hotel and Casino. He’s certain that it was his status as one of the Transfigured that put him on the map. It will be bold flavors and his tireless work ethic that keep him there. And, if he has to be a little blunt to get things done? So be it.
When bar manager, Caroline Lundquist, develops a line of cocktails to breathe some life into the drink menu, she’s determined to have new gin-inspired dishes to pair with them. During their collaboration she finds herself falling for the side of Magnus that people rarely see. He’s sweet. Compassionate. Caring. As they begin to navigate the perils of a vampire-human relationship, both of their pasts crop up, threatening to destroy everything they’re working so hard to build together.
If you had a free day with no responsibilities and your only mission was to enjoy yourself, what would you do?
I’d read a book, fuss with some drink combinations, hang out with the girls. You know, the normal stuff.
What impression do you make on people when they first meet you? How about after they’ve known you for a while?
I think that depends on the situation and the person, really. Some people seem to think that I’m a pushover. Some think I’m a hard ass. After a while, I’d say they find me to be a good person. I feel like I can hold down a conversation. I’m a bartender, so sometimes people think that this is all that I’m capable of, but you’ve gotta be quick, smart, and clever to do it well. I think people see that side of me once they know me.
What’s your idea of a good marriage? Do you think that’ll happen in your life?
Who knows? My parents are very codependent in a lot of ways. Whatever one says, the other takes as both fact and law. If one or both of you is an asshole, then I’d say that makes a shitty marriage. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a good one in action. I would think that kindness, respect, hot sex, and love make a good marriage. Not sure if I’ll ever see it in my lifetime. I’m too busy to worry about it at the moment, though.
What are you most proud of about your life?
Everything that I’ve become is entirely my own doing. I paid for college, graduated, and now I’m managing a bar in a hugely successful restaurant.
– And what about something more personal?
Doing that without the support of your parents because they sort of hate you? That’s part of the reason it makes me so proud. Personal enough for you?
What are you most ashamed of in your life?
As stupid as it sounds, I hate that I couldn’t just drink the kool-aid and be what my parents wanted me to be. It makes my skin crawl to think of it though. Small town, married to a city councilman, two babies. Bone thin, generally unhappy. None of that appeals.I just wish I didn’t have to be that person to make my parents love me.
If you could spend the day with someone you admire (living or dead or imaginary), who would you pick?
My grandfather. He was always there with a hug, a piece of candy, and a glass of scotch. “Gimme a smooch, kid”… *smiles* Yeah. My grandpa.
Do you think you’ve turned out the way your parents expected?
Frankly, I don’t know what they expected. I know they realized early on they weren’t going to get what they wanted. I think they expect me to fail, and then come crawling home to be rescued. I’ve been living on my own for almost fifteen years now. I’d say that ship sailed.
What do you believe about God? What do you suppose God thinks of you?
I guess I believe in God. I try to be a good person, so I think if he thought of me at all, he’d give the thumbs up.
Is there anything you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t done? What would happen if you did it?
I definitely want to travel some. See Paris, London, Rome, Athens. Hit all of the big cities in the world.
What’s the worst thing that’s happened in your life? What did you learn from it?
In spite of all the complaining about my home life, I’ve led a pretty charmed life thusfar. I feel exceedingly lucky, if you want the truth. If shitty parents is the worst thing that I have to deal with, that’s fine by me. They’re over an hour away, so it’s not like they come and hang out.
Tell me about your best friend.
I’ve been friends with Suzette and Debbie since college. I’d have to say they’re my best friends. We don’t get to see each other very often, but it’s always a blast!
What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone? Why?
I try to be a good person. If I ever did anything bad to someone, it was totally unintentional. Not sure how to answer this question.
What would you like it to say on your tombstone?
Funerals and burials are a little morbid. I think I’d rather be cremated. Since I guess someone else would be remembering me after the fact, I’d say, let them choose. I’d just hope it was nice, ya know?
Describe your ideal mate.
Smart, intuitive, kind, sexy, funny, strong. If you find him, gimme a call? *laughs*
What are you most afraid of?
Failure. Definitely. My focus right now is my career. I’d be crushed if I failed at that. It’s the only thing I’ve really tried at. .. and shit, that’s a depressing thought!
What’s the most important thing in your life? What do you value most?
My relationships with the people around me. I value respect, so knowing that the people around me respect me is really important.
What do you like best about yourself? Least?
I don’t have the best body image. I’m not a fat fatty by any stretch, but when my mother makes comments about my weight, I feel like an insecure teenager again.
How do you feel about your life right now? What, if anything, would you like to change?
I’ve got a good life, for the most part. I’m happy with my career.
Are you lying to yourself about something? What is it?
I try to convince myself that I’m happy with just a career, but I’d like to settle down with someone. I think, ultimately, we all just want to be loved. I wouldn’t say I’m lying to myself about it, but I definitely have been avoiding the whole relationship thing. My last one was a freaking disaster!
What trait do you most deplore in others?
Meanness. That’s gotta be the thing that I dislike most in people. I’m not talking about stuff people say in anger. I’ve got a bit of a temper, too, but people who are just mean because they can be. I despise that.
October 14, 2015
Spotlight on Kelsie Belle’s The Guest
School teacher, Julianne Matthews, has been married to her own real life Prince Charming, the hunky Jared Matthews, for over a year and they couldn’t be happier. That is, until Jared invites his old college buddy, Cole Richardson, to be a guest in their home for the weekend. Cole is a wealthy investment banker from out of state and has been toying with the idea of going into business with Jared for some time. The weekend was supposed to be all about sorting out the details of that business but when these three get into a room together for the first time, the chemistry among them is something none of them had planned for. Julie realizes that she’s just as attracted to Cole as she is to her husband and would like nothing more than to be sandwiched between the two hot men in bed. However, she knows that will probably never happen and feels completely guilty for even thinking about it. Imagine her surprise when she finds out that neither man finds the idea repulsive in any way and that they had both been having similar thoughts all along. What will become of Julie’s perfect marriage when her husband’s house guest gets invited into their bedroom?
She licked her lips, then slowly shook her head. “N-no. I don’t mind at all.”
“Good,” Jared said with a smile. He walked over to her, cupped one breast and squeezed it gently. “Lie back for me, sweetheart.”
Julie hurried to obey him, lowering herself to the table again. Jared’s head followed her down, his mouth closing over her nipple and began go lick and suck the firm bud. At the same time, Cole rose from his knees and his hand replaced his head between her legs. Sensation exploded inside her as one masterful mouth pleasured her breasts, and a talented hand rubbed over her clit, delving into her hot hole with every pass. Neither man stopped his sweet ministration until she was moaning and writhing on top of the table in the throes of passion.
Then Cole was holding her legs apart, fitting his hips between them so he could align his long, thick cock at her entrance. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, and she sucked in her breath as she waited for him to slide into her already sopping channel. “Are you ready for me, baby?” he whispered and she swore she would come just at the harsh sound of his need-laced voice.
“Yes… I’m ready.” She fairly groaned the words.
Without further delay, Cole rocked his hips forward, sinking his cock into her pussy. Inch by inch, he slowly pushed into her, stretching her tight walls until finally he was fully seated inside her. Her pussy convulsed around him, adjusting to his size and he groaned. “Oh damn, you’re a snug fit.”
Then he began to move, thrusting into her with a gentle rocking of his hips. Julie cried out, loving the feel of his cock working her pussy so skillfully. At the same time, Jared released her breasts and stood, moving his hips closer to her face so that his cock was in line with her mouth. She turned her head to the side and parted her lips, allowing him to ease his massive member between them. Knowing exactly how to please him, she began to suck on the wide head of his cock, sliding her tongue over it as she did so.
He sank his fingers into her hair, holding her head steady so he could gently pump into her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks, creating a rhythmic suction that she knew would drive him crazy as his cock went deeper and deeper into her mouth. “That’s it baby, suck my cock. Shit!” he cried.
She moaned around the cock in her mouth as Cole changed his angle between her legs and increased the pace of his thrusts. The head of his cock was now hitting the sweet spot inside her just right, making her pussy clamp down on his length, sucking him deeper into her slickness just as her mouth was sucking Jared in.
“God damn, Julie, your pussy feels so fucking good!” Cole cried and his harsh words pushed her over the edge. Her climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, shaking her to the core, so much so that Jared’s cock slipped out of her mouth. She screamed loudly with her release, even as Cole’s body stiffened between her legs, her climax triggering his own. Then his hot cum was spilling into her pussy, and she was convulsing beneath him as her own cream rushed out onto his cock. Jared held her and stroked her hair, soothing her as the final tremors rocked her. When Cole finally pulled out of her, she was limp and spent in Jared’s arms.
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October 13, 2015
Spotlight on 11 Alpha Doms with some of my favorite authors!
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11 ALPHA DOMS TO ROCK YOUR WORLD
From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Authors and more!
Are you ready for 11 alphas that will make you sigh, make your toes curl, and make your panties wet? You won’t be disappointed! We have military, menage, contemporary, and a dash of paranormal romance that will send you right over the edge.
Jump into the action and suspense and find out now how these alphas take care of their women!
Bound by Desire – Desiree Holt
He wanted her, but only on his terms.
At Her SEAL’s Command – Selena Blake
He’s got two weeks to win the woman of his dreams. She doesn’t want to be tied down. Tying her up might be just what she needs.
Tropic of Pleasure – Tina Donahue
The one woman they shouldn’t want. Two Doms she can’t resist. A sizzling weekend beyond their wildest desires.
Romance Quickies (Encounter 9) – Monique Dubois
Malia is introduced to the world of BDSM by a mysterious Army ranger. He captivates her body and senses, but does he have a secret side that leads her into danger?
Hollywood Spank – Shoshanna Evers
It’s rumored that movie star Mark Cannon loves to spank — and undercover tabloid reporter Andrea Landley is willing to do *whatever* it takes to get the inside scoop.
Bound to the Land – Felice Fox
An inheritance he never wanted, for a love he could not deny.
Sophie’s Menage – Jan Springer
It’s Ménage Night at the Key Club and Sophie is finally taking the plunge back into the spank scene…
Heidi and the Kaiser – Selena Kitt
Kaiser hires Heidi as his assistant, and her “training” proves to be quite a test of surrender.
Blushing Violet – Ann Mayburn
When a shy, curvy submissive meets two amazing Doms who want to win her heart, which one will she choose?
Mastered: Teagan – Krystal Shannan
Letting go will be the hardest choice she’s ever made.
Going Long – Cari Quinn
This time, he’ll need to hit all the right notes to win the woman he’s always loved…
ABOUT THE AUTHORS:
DESIREE HOLT
Desiree Holt has lived a life of excitement that brings the color to her writing. She was a summer fishing guide, a summer field hand where she was one of only three women working, a member of a beginning ski team that skied in competition (and no, no broken bones!). She spent several years in the music business representing every kind of artist from country singer to heavy metal rock bands. For several years she also ran her own public relations agency handling any client that interested her. She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Ward, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, a winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio, and is published by four different houses. Romance Junkies said of her work: “Desiree Holt is the most amazing erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling than the last.”
TINA DONAHUE
Tina’s an RWA award-winning, bestselling author who writes hot and humorous romances for Kensington, Samhain, and numerous other publishers. She began writing when she was nine, penning and illustrating a children’s book that she sold to her friends’ parents. Her first book tour! She’s featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before her writing career, she was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. In addition to being an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, she’s flown a single-engine plane, rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally whenever she’s eating anything Mexican or Italian.
MONIQUE DUBOIS
Monique DuBois is a bestselling author who loves creating steamy romance stories about strong women and sexy men that she hopes will keep you up late at night…in more ways than one. Monique can be easily bribed with cupcakes and wine, and she really enjoys long bubble baths and a good book. She also loves to hear from her readers and can be contacted through her website. Monique is well known for her Jet-Setting Escort (A Curvy Girl Erotic Romance) and Romance: Quickies series.
SELENA KITT
Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million ebooks sold! Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths. When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company and erotica and erotic romance bookstore and two erotica and erotic romance promotion companies.
ANN MAYBURN
With over fifty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. From a young age, Ann has had a love affair with books and would read everything she could get her hands on. As Ann grew older, and her hormones kicked in, she discovered bodice-ripping Fabio-esque romance novels. This led to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back. Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.
JAN SPRINGER
New York Times & USA Today Best Selling Author Jan Springer lives in Ontario, Canada on four acres of secluded wilderness. Jan enjoys gardening, hiking, kayaking, reading and writing. She is a member of the Writers Union of Canada and Romance Writers of America.
KRYSTAL SHANNAN
Amazon Bestselling Author Krystal Shannan writes stories full of action, snark, magick, and hart-felt emotion. If you are looking for leisurely-paced sweet romance, her books are probably not for you. However, for those looking for a magickal ride filled with adventure, passion, and just a hint of humor. Welcome home.
CARI QUINN
USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn wrote her first story—a bible parable—in 2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. Now, she gets to pen sexy romances for a living and routinely counts her lucky stars. When she’s not scribbling furiously, she can usually be found watching men’s college basketball, playing her music way too loud or causing trouble. Sometimes simultaneously.
SELENA BLAKE
An action movie buff with a penchant for all things supernatural and sexy, New York Times bestselling author Selena Blake combines her love for adventure, travel and romance into sensual contemporary romances and spine-tingling paranormal romance. Selena’s books have been called ‘a steamy escape, and have appeared on NY Times, USA Today, Amazon and AllRomanceEbooks bestseller lists, been nominated for awards, and won contests. When she’s not writing you can find her by the pool soaking up some sun, day dreaming about new characters, and watching the cabana boy (aka her muse), Derek.
SHOSHANNA EVERS
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Shoshanna Evers has over twenty-plus romance novels and novellas published, including I Am Not Your Melody, The Enslaved Trilogy, The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride…and Baby, How to Write Hot Sex. Reviewers call her books “fast paced, intense, and sexual,” with “scorching hot romance scenes, (and) beautiful writing.” Sexily “Evers” After…
FELICE FOX
Felice is a big fan of bluegrass and country music, and a lover of all things wild, woodsy and romantic. She wears bad girl boots and was once mistaken for a roller derby queen. Hold Me Together, the first Cameron Ranch story, was an Amazon #1 bestseller and Hot New Release. It has been described as a “danger to panties everywhere” (Herding Cats & Burning Soup) and “not for the faint of heart” (Fresh Fiction). Her fiction debut, Take Me for Longing, has been an Amazon bestseller since its release in 2012 and her second title, It’s Just Sext, became an instant Amazon #1 bestseller. Felice lives, loves and dreams of the country life from her home in Southern California.
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Blurb:
The one woman they shouldn’t want. Two Doms she can’t resist. A sizzling weekend beyond their wildest desires.
Bondage, submission, punishment, oh my. Cara’s wanted Hud and Ryder forever. They’re Alpha to the core and love a wicked good time, which has her ready to sign up for their brand of BDSM.
Although Ryder and Hud haven’t been immune to Cara’s charms, they don’t have a death wish—her billionaire daddy is a major investor in their high-end construction firm. When she insists it’s no problem and offers to be their sub, visions of blindfolds, collars and her sweet surrender dance in their heads, along with the longing they’ve fought.
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October 11, 2015
Spotlight on Girls Will Be Girls by Lucy Felthouse, @cw1985
New Release – Girls Will Be Girls by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #lesfic #lesbian #erotica #ku #kindleunlimited
Blurb:
Six sexy Sapphic tales from the pen of popular lesbian erotica author, Lucy Felthouse.
Christmas cheer with colleagues, a driving disaster turned good, hot older women, girls in uniform, gorgeous gardeners and naughty fun in a changing cubicle… this collection contains a variety of erotic tales sure to tickle your fancy.
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*****
Excerpt:
She was now mere inches away, but the thickness of the bushes meant she could still only see the boots and now a bit more of the green trousers. Stepping onto the mud, she crouched down beside the feet, carefully pushing the foliage aside so she could see what the hell was going on, and figure out what she was going to do about it.
The view opened up, and Verity, far from seeing a helpless person lying on the soil, was presented with a green-clad arse reversing hurriedly in her direction!
“Hey!” she said, letting go of the branches and shifting back so abruptly she ended up on her own arse on the grass. “Be careful! Are you all right?”
As the body continued emerging, Verity slowly came to realise her mistake. Dirt-covered trousers, a filthy black waterproof coat, gloved hands, and a head topped with a floppy hat were soon visible. Slim white cables trailing from each ear and disappearing into the collar of the coat explained why she hadn’t been heard calling out, or received a response.
This woman hadn’t hurt herself. She was a fucking gardener!
Frozen in her uncomfortable position, Verity wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. Perhaps as revenge for her landing on it so hard. But she had no such luck. Instead, she heard, “What on earth are you doing down there? Are you all right?”
Struck dumb, Verity nodded and took the now glove-free hand that was offered to her, allowing the other woman to pull her up off the grass. “I—I’m fine,” she finally forced out, breaking the brief eye contact and making a show of brushing herself down, though it was probably only her bottom that was dirty. Her cheeks blazed, and she took a step back, hoping to beat a hasty retreat.
“Well, I’m glad. But it still doesn’t explain what you were doing down there.” The ear buds now hung down the woman’s front, and she was apparently poised, awaiting a reply.
Verity shook her head. “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”
Narrowing her eyes, the gardener said, “Try me.”
Christ. Just to add insult to injury, it seemed she was now suspected of some kind of wrongdoing, too! “I—I was over there,” she pointed to where she’d come from, “and I saw your wellies poking out from the bushes. I panicked because I thought someone had fallen and hurt themselves. I came over to try and help. I did call out to you, to see if you were all right. But all I could see was the boots and a little bit of your trousers. I had no idea what was going on. Much less that you were the bloody gardener and remained oblivious to what I was up to because you had headphones in! I crouched down and pushed the bushes aside so I could see you better, and the next thing I know you’re shuffling back towards me. I shifted out of the way and ended up tumbling over on my bum.”
It seemed her story was too amusing to be anything but true, because the gardener grinned widely, then clapped a hand over her mouth momentarily. “I’m so sorry,” she then said, “I didn’t hear you, honestly. But I guess I can see why you thought that. Thank you so much for coming to check on me, but it really wasn’t necessary. All I was doing was fighting with a particularly vicious weed.” She pointed down to an uprooted plant at her feet, then widened her eyes. “Are you all right? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
Twisting to try and look at her bottom, Verity brushed again at the seat of her jeans. “Yes, I’m fine, thank you. Just a bit of muck and grass stains, I think. Nothing that won’t come out in the washing machine.”
“Oh, good. I’m glad. I feel bad enough as it is without thinking you’ve hurt yourself or ruined your clothes, too.”
“No, I’m good. And I’m glad you’re okay, too.”
Silence hung between them for a few moments. Then Verity took another step back. “Right, well, I’d better get going, anyway. Nice to meet you.” She turned to go, but the other woman’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
“Hey, wait. No need to rush off. I’m just about to go on my tea break. Want to join me? Perhaps a brew will make up for it?” Her green eyes—apt, for a gardener, Verity thought—sparkled with humour and intelligence, and for the first time, Verity realised that, underneath the grubby gardening gear and large hat was a very attractive woman.
Still, an excuse was on the tip of her tongue—she had come here to be alone, after all—but fate intervened. Or the British weather did, anyway. A handful of fat raindrops fell onto her, followed by a few more. Then, the heavens truly opened.
*****
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
October 10, 2015
Spotlight on Pomegranate by Erzabet Bishop, @ErzabetBishop and @DecadentPub
What if everything you thought you knew was a lie?
Crafting spells, running her shop, and hanging with her
lover, Hayden, was all Persephone Carraway wanted out of life. The future was
filled with endless possibilities as long as it was with the girl of her
dreams. But Hayden has a secret and, it turns out, so does Persephone.
One night in the Underworld will change things forever…
Demi, Persephone’s mother has developed a designer
pomegranate, infusing it with her daughter’s blood. A single act of betrayal
will craft war with the old gods and the Fae, leaving destruction in its wake.
Persephone is drawn into a web of myth and magick where nothing is at it seems,
even herself.
Myth. Magic. Pomegranates…
Facts:
Genre- Lesbian fantasy, paranormal, twisted myth, romance,
BDSM
Pages-64
Pairing: f/f
Series-Myth and Magic #1
Published: October 9, 2015
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Audiobook: upcoming
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Excerpt:
Persephone took a breath. Her mouth was dry and her skin
slick with sweat. She was thirsty. So thirsty. Her eyes wouldn’t focus, and her
heart was racing.
“You look like you could use this.” A woman in a black mask
and unbuttoned tux jacket approached, holding out a bottle of water. The white
dress shirt was halfway open, straining against her breasts. Every movement
tugged against the soft flesh, hinting at the bounty buried beneath the fabric.
Vest unbuttoned over leather pants and kickass boots, she made Persephone’s
breath catch in her throat. The woman’s black hair was slicked back into a
tight bun, her red lips plump and succulent.
Hands shaking, Persephone took the bottle. “Thank you.” What
is wrong with me?”
“This is your first rave, I take it?”
“Yes.” She drank the cool water, each swallow bringing her
more clarity. Soon the bottle was drained and dangled empty in her grasp.
“It can be a little much when they turn on the purple wave.
Here. Sit.” The masked woman led her to a chair. Large and white, it faced an
enormous fireplace. Green fire burned within. Persephone fell into the chair,
her dress spilling around her. She watched the green fire dance, marveling at
the images unfolding. Her mind was still muzzy but she saw…no….
“Faces…there are faces,” she gasped, trying to push
herself up from the chair.
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About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author who loves to write
naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date, Crave,The Science
of Lust, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark
(upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted
Paddle Emporium (upcoming 2016),Tethered, Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming
2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The
Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop
Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation
Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires,
Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many
anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015.
She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found
lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects
and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and
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October 8, 2015
Spotlight on The Job by @mamad8 and @evernightpub
Enter the world of the escorts of Premiere Companions, the elite escort service in London, used by business men like Nathanial Longton. He prefers to deal with professionals when he needs some eye candy on his arm. The ladies provided by the agency know the score. No false pretences, none of the not so subtle claims on his status and bank balance. He can simply take the sex on offer—indulge in his baser needs, if the lady consents—part company in the morning with none of those messy emotions thrown into the mix….
Until the door opens to reveal his escort for the charity ball, and the sins of the past catch up with him. Alex is the one woman that got away, and that will never do. He will get to the truth, come what may.
The Job releases October 8th
Blurb:
Accepting money for sex is wrong—isn’t it?Alexandra Farrington certainly thinks so. The job she’s agreed to do for her friend is not supposed to involve any sex. However, no man spends this much money on a swish hotel suite and sinful lingerie, and not expect the horizontal shimmy in return. And what sort of man employs escorts anyhow?
Nathanial Longton cannot believe his eyes when the door opens to reveal his companion for the evening. He has never forgotten the housekeeper’s daughter. The girl he grew up with has grown into a beautiful, sexy woman, and what’s more she’s all his for the night. Alex and he have unfinished business and, with her at his mercy, it’s payback
time. If only this was just about sex, but Alexandra’s submission awakens much more
than his inner Sadist….
Love is far harder to ignore.
********
Buy it from Evernight Publishing
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Adult Excerpt:
“Present for me, girl, you know what to do.”
His voice sounded hoarse. It chased away the last of her misgivings. She might well regret this in the morning, but for now, she needed this, wanted this one night
with him. She had no doubt that Nathanial would take her out of her head, help her forget all that bad stuff that had happened, as she scrambled to her knees in the middle of the bed. “Good
girl, take your bra off for me. Then spread your legs as wide as they go. Let me see what’s mine, pet.”
He grinned at her groan in answer. Alex gave herself a moment to admire the play of muscles in his chest as he ran a hand through his hair. He picked up the tie off the floor, where it had fallen when he yanked the sheet off the bed. Twisting it around his hand, he raised an eyebrow at her. Alex scrambled to take off her bra.
“Not so fast, girl, nice and slow. Give me a show.”
His grin deepened when she groaned again, but she dutifully reached behind to undo her clasp. Using her arms, she kept the bra pinned to her side. She then made a big show of slipping each strap off her shoulder with her index finger. His eyes darkened further when she shrugged her shoulders. Releasing her grip on the sides of her bra, she allowed the cups to slip, as she leaned forward.
“Okay, not that slow. Show me your tits.”
She giggled at the strain in his voice, then threw her bra over her shoulder with as much flourish as she could muster. Unfortunately she almost upended the glass of water on the nightstand in the process. It wobbled precariously, before it stopped right on the edge. Alex breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that it didn’t fall.
When she looked back at Nathanial the warm affection mixed in with amusement gave her a warm glow inside. Mindful of his instructions, she got back on her knees, spread her legs as far they went, and grasping one globe each lifted her breasts up for her Sir’s inspection. She caught his smile of approval, before she dropped her gaze to the bed. The knowledge that she pleased him made her feel ten feet tall inside.
“Such a good girl. Close your eyes for me. I don’t want you to see, just feel.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good girl.” She heard the smile in his voice. In the next instant, the bed dipped. Something soft and silky trailed across the tips of her engorged nipples. The slight contact sent frissons of excitement down her spine. When his hot breath ghosted across the sensitive flesh she didn’t even try to stop her moan.
“That’s my girl. I want to hear you. I want to hear every little moan and sigh. When I eat you out, finally allow you to come, I want to hear you scream. Does my beautiful pet think she can do that for me?”
His deep, dark voice pulled her under. Alex knew she would have done about everything for him right now. Her clit pulsed and her internal muscles clenched in desperate need for his touch, as he resumed the erotic torture of her nipples with what she assumed must be his tie. He alternated the soft strokes of the fabric with licks of his tongue. She jumped when he sucked one hardened peak into his mouth, while torturing the other side with feather light caresses of his silky tie.
Every suck and pull from his mouth sent darts of need down to her clit. Her thighs grew damp, her thong gave up the fight in containing the liquid evidence of her arousal, and she whimpered in need, pushing her breasts farther into his mouth. A sharp swat to her thigh was her answer. Alex groaned her disappointment when she felt him withdraw.
“Hold still, pet, or I’ll start with that punishment after all. In fact…”
Before she knew what was happening the air shifted. In the next instant, he’d pushed her face down onto the bed. She jumped when he cupped her mound through the sodden lace of her underwear, rubbed his palm up and down her slit with just enough pressure to ramp up her arousal even more but not enough to come.
“So fucking wet for me already. You’re getting wetter by the minute, girl. Tell me is it me or the thought of punishment that turns you on?” he asked.
“You, Sir … ouch.”
The resulting slap to her ass stung like crazy. It meant she would have collapsed onto the bed, had he not grasped her hips and pulled her ass back into the air. His hands on her backside soothed the sting from his earlier swat. Alex groaned when she felt him kiss the globe he’d just hit. He followed that gentle touch with a bite hard enough to make her yelp, before he soothed that sting away with his lips.
“I love your ass, baby. I should warn you, I like to bite, leave my marks. Is that okay with you?”
The strain in his voice was music to her ears. She panted the only answer she could give to that far too arousing thought. “God, yes, Sir. Green, I’m green, please don’t stop.”
Author bio
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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October 7, 2015
Spotlight on Aaron’s Saving Grace by Tamsin Baker and @evernightpub
Tamsin Baker New Release
Aaron’s Saving Grace
Ranch Men Book 1.
M/M, vampire, cowboys.
Aaron Whitman’s basic ranching life changed two hundred years ago when his father made him and his brothers vampires, and his mother cursed them all for his father’s sin. They cannot leave the family ranch and they must drink from the longhorns that are their livelihood.
But a lot has changed since his mother’s original spell was cast. The blood of their cattle is barely sustaining them and the mining companies are closing in on their ranch.
Joshua Miers is a lawyer, hired by Ash Mining to acquire the Whitman’s farm. He soon realizes something is very strange about Aaron and becomes rapt up in a world of paranormal survival and the love of a man who defies all common sense.
Will Josh help to save the Whitman brothers when a fire threatens all of their lives? Or will he choose the life he has always known and the job he has worked his whole life for?
Excerpt:
Screaming started, and they both jerked up.
“What’s that?” Josh asked, jumping to his feet and facing the door.
“My brothers.” Aaron disappeared. Literally.
Fuck, he’s fast.
Josh scooped up his jeans and tugged them on as he hopped from foot to foot, making his way to the stairs. He zipped his fly and ran up the stairs, bolting through the open door as the screams got louder and louder.
Josh jumped off the porch, and his eyes tugged him to stare at the red and orange flames engulfing one side of the huge barn.
He whirled around to see the six brothers, all staring helplessly at the building.
“What are you guys doing just standing there?”
“The cattle. They’re all in there.”
That didn’t really answer the question, but it told him something else.
“Oh fuck.” The blood they needed to live was all trapped in a burning building, and the vampires weren’t moving. “Then what the fuck are you doing?”
Aaron turned to stare at him, red tears sliding down his cheeks as anguish contorted his face.
“We can’t. Fire will destroy us.”
You’re fucking kidding me!
What was the point of being super strong and fast when a simple thing like a fire rendered you immobile?
Josh groaned and pointed at Ben. “Get the hoses going. I’m sure you have some. Point them at the fire. I’m going in.”
Ben just continued to stare at the flames, and Josh threw his hands up in the air. The damn vampires weren’t moving!
“Aaron! Fucking do something!”
He raced off towards the blaze, the heat on his face and bare chest like a furnace, sucking the air out of his lungs. “Whoa.”
The cattle were mooing and generally stomping and making horrible panicked noises, the babies’ screams the worst of the lot. They grated on his nerves like ice on his spine.
Josh surveyed the barn. One whole side was almost in flames. He couldn’t put the fire out alone.
His eyes landed on the doors. But he could get the cattle out!
His heart thumping in his chest and blood thundering in his ears, he raced over to the large double bolted doors. Smoke billowed towards him, but he grabbed the large, heavy lever.
It was hot, and he instinctively pulled his hand away again. Argh. He forced his hand back onto the metal and groaned as he pulled it open, letting go as soon as it moved, his hands throbbing with pain.
One more.
He grabbed the locking lever lower down, grunting again as tears stung his eyes and sweat rolled down his forehead. He heaved open the doors, the scared cattle bellowing at him through the smoke.
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October 6, 2015
Spotlight on A Billionaire’s Gamble by @freyortega and @evernightpub
A BILLIONAIRE’S GAMBLE
by Frey Ortega
Out October 5, 2015!
Dylan Ferrara is an academic wunderkind whose life just got a whole lot messier. After his academic career comes to a staggering halt, his best friends give him a reality check: join the ‘real world’ and start working, or continue chasing an impossible dream. Reluctantly, he agrees.
Remington Whitley is a billionaire who’s sick of the monotony of his playboy life. One day, his company invites a geeky little data scientist over for an interview. The man piques him enough on a personal level that he decides to take a gamble and invite Dylan out for a date.
Dylan is conflicted. Remy is a gamble in and of himself, and Dylan’s inexperience makes him cautious. Dylan doesn’t know if he wants to take the bet with such high stakes on the line.
But what can he do, when throwing the dice and leaving his fate up to luck feels so, so right?
There was just something about him. Dylan drew Remy’s attention like no one else had ever before. He had immaculate clothes, and his wavy black hair was tousled without really trying and looked incredibly soft to the touch. He had bright deep blue eyes, held wide as though he were in shock. Everything about him just screamed inexperience and naiveté.
Dylan had thick-framed glasses that were held up kind of wonky, which told Remy that the man before him only had one set of glasses and they’d probably been stepped on at one point in time. Remy almost licked his lips at wondering what was underneath this svelte man’s clothes….
Then the man cleared his throat. Oops, Remy thought sheepishly, he’d been caught staring. He moved toward the desk with all the grace and poise of a panther, sitting himself down with a right good plop and squeak onto his chair, and smirking at the uncomfortable-looking man in front of him.
“So. I’m Remington Whitley and I’m the CEO of Whitley Travels.” He stuffed his shirt back into his pants to attempt to look a little more decent, though he knew how disheveled he might have seemed. At least he made an attempt, though.
He also knew he could pull off a rumpled look quite well, which also explained the way the man’s cheeks turned pink and the way he looked away from him like he was trying very hard to be polite.
Remy extended a hand, offering one of his roguish smiles. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Dylan nodded. His cheeks were tinged pink, but he extended his own hand and shook Remy’s as firmly as he could. “Mister Stanton sent me here. He told me you wanted to see me.”
Observant as he was, Remy saw every little nuance of a reaction on Dylan’s body. From the way he fidgeted in his seat, adjusting himself slightly, to the way he clasped his hands together and placed them on his lap, or the way he kept a tight hold of his bag—it was clear to Remy that he was maybe making Dylan a little discomfited.
That was a natural reaction to meeting any future boss, right? Remy shook his head. He glanced over at the folder in front of him, clearly labeled with the company’s logo and Dylan’s name typed on top, opened it, and scanned whatever document was there.
“Ah, yes. You’re our new hire. You’re the one we offered some contractual work to,” Remy said, nodding slowly. The smirk on his face only widened. “Really good grade point average, you were actually scouted by a couple of companies during your college graduation, including the Whitley Group, but you turned them down in lieu of going to graduate school.”
Dylan nodded and cleared his throat. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed and the pleasant, albeit discomfited smile only made Remy’s inner child giggle with glee.
Was his mere presence unnerving for the man in front of him?
The thought was enough to make Remy chuckle. It wasn’t like he was going to eat Dylan. Well, the thought of eating certain parts of him—and slurping, suckling on other parts—was definitely interesting enough. There was a little part of him that wanted to see if Dylan’s pink-cheeked expression would be the same in the bedroom.
“Well, everything is in the contract Doug gave you, although there are other perks and responsibilities that aren’t really part of your job. Some people might not consider it a benefit, but you’ll be directly under me,” Remy said, the corner of his lips curling upward in the slightest smirk.
Dylan’s eyes widened and he adjusted his glasses. “E-Excuse me?”
Remy chuckled, but then he nodded. “Oh, boy. I phrased that wrong, didn’t I? Well, you’ll work primarily under me. You don’t really fall under any of the current departments, so you’ll report to me. But I’ll make it clear now that you won’t be my assistant. I already have one of those.” Then he offered up a saucy little wink, trying to be as disarming as possible.
Dylan Ferrara was just so easy to read and play with. His earnestness felt refreshing.
“Don’t worry though. I’m not the type of boss who’ll ride you hard. That is, unless you want me to.”
Well, that was just a little too upfront with the double entendre, Remy thought to himself.
Frey Ortega writes erotic romance, primarily of the gay (both M/M and happy) variety, and basically anything that catches his whimsy. He lives in what a friend affectionately calls “the south-easternmost part of Spain,” which is an archipelago known as the Philippines. He’s a graduate of the University of Santo Tomas (the Royal, Pontifical, and Catholic University of the Philippines!) with a Bachelor of Science degree in Psychology. Also, he’s so excited to share his stories with all those willing to read them!
He loves writing about people, especially men of all different backgrounds, cultures, and nuanced personalities, falling in love. You might also find him playing video games from time to time! His favorite ones are MMORPGs, and role-playing games in general (and not just the ones in the bedroom.) If you happen to see him in a video game, come say hi!
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