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The Devil Makes Three
Evelyn Vox
(Share Me, #1)
Publication date: September 8, 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

LEXIE
I know what you must think of me. You’re going to think I’m a whoring trophy wife. You have to believe me when I tell you, I do love my husband. I tried to stop it. I tried to resist him. But there was no resisting Derek Drake. And if you were me, you wouldn’t have been able to, either.

DEREK
As long as I can remember, the beast has been inside of me. It’s a monster with dark desires and carnal needs. When it sees something it wants, it won’t be denied. Alexandra Hale was a Princess, a spoiled brat who needed to be taught a lesson. The moment the beast saw her, it claimed her. It was only a matter of time before it got out and took her. It didn’t help that she so clearly wanted to be taken.

When Manhattan socialite Lexie Hale hires the dark, brooding Derek Drake to remodel her house in the Hamptons, she never imagined the deep, forbidden desires he’d awaken inside of her. There’s just one little problem: Lexie is married. How long can she resist Derek’s promise to dominate her and take her in ways her husband never could? And what will happen when her husband finds out?

Share Me: The Devil Makes Three is a steamy, heart racing erotic romance about the forbidden lust and even more forbidden desires between a married woman and her Alpha male contractor. It includes cheating, consensual, hard BDSM, an MFM scene, and a taboo cuckold relationship. Not for the faint of heart!

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I pulled up the album full of photos I’d saved and we went through them. I swiped away, explaining what I liked about each one, nerves fueling my gabbing more than anything else. He listened without saying a word, nodding here and there.

“This is my favorite picture,” I told him.

It was an ornate master bathroom with a huge tub, cream and gold accents, and white marble. He reached out and angled the phone so he could have a better look. Our hands brushed against each other, but instead of moving away, he let his rest against mine. The light, simple contact sent a shock through my system, and I knew he could hear the way my breath hitched when he touched me.

“You don’t need to flatter me, Alexandra,” he said, looking up at me, no, into me, with those dazzlingly gray eyes.

Like some bashful school girl, I was still distracted by the press of his hand against mine. I decided that I liked the way my full name sounded, coming out of those sensual lips of his. He was looking at me with the intensity at full blaze again. It sent a thrill of butterflies shooting down my stomach, and I took a moment too long to reply.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean you don’t have to show me pictures of my own work to convince me to take on this project.”

“I had no idea,” I breathed, “this really is my favorite of all the pictures. It’s a bathroom fit for–”

“A goddess,” he finished my sentence, never releasing me from his searing gaze.

His face was close. Too close.

I really couldn’t get over the color of his eyes. I’d never seen eyes like his before, like polished slate. The tension between us ramped up to an unbearable pitch, and he looked like he was about to devour me.

What scared me most was that I wanted him to.

 

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My readers and I are one in the same: we like it dark, and we like it dirty. If you like dominant men, strong-as-hell heroines, and heart-racing plots with lots of kink, then welcome to our wicked little club. My characters will take you on a wild ride as they give into their most forbidden desires, uncovering their truest selves along the way. Always steamy and extra sinful, my romances will have you embracing your dark side in no time.

Evelyn lives in Brooklyn, and some might be so bold as to call her a *gasp* hipster. When she’s not busy ordering a craft beer or drinking kombucha, she works part-time at a wellness center. No matter what she’s doing, her mind lives full-time in smutland, always thinking of new ways to torture those hunky Alpha males and the ladies they love to play with.
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Title: Unorthodox Chemistry

Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2

Author: Lilah E. Noir

Release Date: February 18th, 2018

He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough.

LINA
He’s gone.
His absence hurts more than any whip.
Thomas saw me for who I was.
Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside.
Every day I struggle to rebuild my life.
I miss him. His rough passion and his affection.
I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on…
… and then one invitation changed everything.
Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation?

THOMAS
I had to walk away.
Lina paid dearly for my mistakes.
She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait.
In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company.
The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn’t think I could ever escape…
A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man.
May the seduction begin.

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THOMAS

Lina.
She is here. Tonight. She is really here.
I couldn’t wrap my mind around it and stood there, hiding like a coward from my former pet and lover. Has she seen me?

The question faded from my frenzied mind as soon as I saw someone getting close to Lina from behind. It was a man, tall, muscular, with a matching creamy mask. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. I expected her to push him away but she turned around and placed a tender, light kiss on his lips.

Anger and confusion formed a lump in my throat I was unable to swallow. My knuckles hurt with how hard I’d been clenching my fists in a futile attempt to calm down.

She moved on… I nearly died out of grief and she moved on with her life like it was nothing. It was unfair. I was the one who let her go, but right then I couldn’t have cared less what was fair or not. I was dying on the inside, and each moment of shared tenderness between them was another dagger in my wounds.

What the hell was happening?

After so many months of painful separation, I expected my passion for her would have quieted. What a fool. One look at her beautiful silhouette was enough to make my blood boil with lust. The dominant instinct to grab her by the hair like a caveman and claim her clouded my mind.

I was out of control and I remembered well what had happened last time.

If I stayed, I risked acting like a deranged Neanderthal. I’d bring her down to her knees and fuck her whether she wanted it or not, force her to beg for more.

What the hell was Lina doing here? She couldn’t have learned about the party unless…

LINA

The music died down to a soft murmur when he moved closer to the forest nymphs. He stepped forward with all the dignity of a king. The spacious hall echoed with the quiet yet haunting click-clack of his leather boots. He had hair as long as that of the ravenous women, dark as his clothes and the forest behind. It was tied and flowed down his back.

They were too far away so I couldn’t make out the facial features of any of the actors. Still, his quiet strength and its intensity shook me to the core of my soul. He was silent and walked slowly as if he dominated time itself. The man owned the space around him and looked resilient enough to tame even the fire of those wild creatures.

The raven-haired women brought the ballerina before him and forced her down to her knees. When they let her go, they looked strangely humbled. Their eyes were cast down, a veil of hair covering their faces. The man in black waved his hand and the faeries dispersed. Their shadows got lost among the trees.

They had completely disheveled the young woman’s auburn hair and pulled her bodice down. The tops of her perky breasts were exposed to his gaze as she knelt for the dark stranger. Once she looked up at him, her entire being exuded fear so tangible I could taste it and feel it spreading all over my own skin. The ballerina clasped her small hands before her chest in a silent plea but she didn’t dare look away from her mysterious captor. He hadn’t moved a muscle and simply hovered over her with the same stillness. His eyes were tangling invisible rope around the trembling bird.

I sank my teeth into my tongue to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was difficult to separate myself from the action on the stage. My knees were the ones brushing against the forest floor while I waited for his command.

He reached out and moved a few tresses from the girl’s face. His fingers lifted her chin and caressed her. That simple touch provoked another moan. The pleasure of his intimate caress made the scared girl tremble harder. His fingers on her sensitive, heated skin were too much to handle. I knew it because their intense chemistry was flowing inside me, sharp as a knife and delicate like the most tender kiss.

ALLIE

“You have to be the judge. When it comes to seduction it is not important what they are saying but what they are hiding. Both men and women are alike that way, no matter what they say. They don’t want to communicate their desires. They want the other person to figure them out like they’d solve a mystery. If you can figure out what he wants and give it to him, you’ll blow his mind.”

I watched the scene with amusement before I finally approached them and added nonchalantly, “That’s an interesting theory but mysteries are often overrated.”

“Good luck finding a person who’d directly tell you what they want. Especially if they are afraid you’d judge them.” The blonde removed her cap and stared at me with unreadable dark eyes.

ALLIE

“Do you know what I think, Nate?” My boots click-clacked across the hard stone floor. He was still gazing at his lap. “Look at me when I talk to you.”

He raised his head with great reluctance but did as he was told, anyway. That restless gaze vibrated with anger and a different, raw emotion. Nate winced when I ran my nails down his cheek.

“I asked you a question. I believe I’m a polite hostess. I expect the same attitude in return.”

“What are you thinking, Mistress?” He retorted the last word.

“You wanted to stay here. You didn’t even demand to observe or attend Lina’s scene. Fight back. Say you did it for her own sake if you want. You’re not fooling me. It thrilled you when you saw what was happening down the rabbit hole. You long for a ride. It’s difficult to admit it. It’s convenient if you pretend someone made you do it.”

When I got closer to him, I got a whiff of his scent, a fusion of light marine eau de cologne, soap and the natural warmth of his skin. If I ran a hand over his throat, his flesh would get goosebumped and he’d attempt to move away.

“What makes you think so?” Nate asked in a flat voice.

“I’ve been watching you.”

He rolled his eyes and took a larger sip of water.

“You know what, Allie, some men find stalkers irresistible.” Nate gave me what was probably his best cocky grin. “I’m not one of them. If that’s your idea of seduction, please, change the strategy.” His smile grew wider when I didn’t reply and he added with a nonchalant voice “Just a bit of friendly advice.”

I smirked and picked up a mask. It was the same one Thomas had torn off his face and thrown on the table when we entered the room earlier. Its string heaved down my finger. I dangled it before Nate and tried my best not to change my expression.

“I saw how you were staring at Shock & Fear.” My voice was lazy and sultry, and I dragged a nail across the mask. “They got you so intimidated. It was adorable. They’d have made both you and Lina their bitches if I hadn’t rescued you.”

 

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Bull’s Eye
Evelyn Vox
(Share Me, #2)
Publication date: March 1, 2018
Genres: Erotica, Romance

LEXIE
I made a deal with the devil. A devil named Derek Drake. He makes my husband watch as he uses me to satisfy his carnal desires. I love it, and that terrifies me. Because this bargain only works if they are willing to share me. I don’t know what I’ll do when they decide they’ve had enough of our deal. I’m not sure I can choose between them.

DEREK
Brian loves watching me pleasure his wife in ways he never could. But the beast inside me is tired of sharing my Goddess. I am the one who ignited the dark fire within her. I am the one she answers to. Alexandra is mine. I don’t see much use for the cuck anymore.

Bull’s Eye is a steamy, kinky MMF romance about a cuckold relationship gone awry. When the line between lust and love blurs, when the two men sharing her both lay their claim, Lexie will have to make the choice of her life: Derek or Brian. WARNING: this story is not for the faint of heart. It is a twisted tale of self-discovery about finding light in the darkest corners of the heart. It has hard BDSM and an open marriage where the boundaries are pushed to the breaking point. Read at your own risk.

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My readers and I are one in the same: we like it dark, and we like it dirty. If you like dominant men, strong-as-hell heroines, and heart-racing plots with lots of kink, then welcome to our wicked little club. My characters will take you on a wild ride as they give into their most forbidden desires, uncovering their truest selves along the way. Always steamy and extra sinful, my romances will have you embracing your dark side in no time.

Evelyn lives in Brooklyn, and some might be so bold as to call her a *gasp* hipster. When she’s not busy ordering a craft beer or drinking kombucha, she works part-time at a wellness center. No matter what she’s doing, her mind lives full-time in smutland, always thinking of new ways to torture those hunky Alpha males and the ladies they love to play with.
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To Save Sir
Laylah Roberts
(Doms of Decadence, #7)
Publication date: February 6, 2018
Genres: Erotica, Romance

What would you do to save the person you loved? Would you die for them? Would you kill for them? She just wanted to make the world a better place… All Jenna wanted was to help people. That’s why she went to medical school. Why she joined Doctors Without Borders. She knew she could make a difference …until the day her world is ripped apart.

He didn’t think there was any good left in the world… Curt Nolan didn’t feel hope any more. He didn’t feel much of anything. The only thing that got him out of bed was his job at Black-Gray Investigations. Until he is hired to rescue Jenna. She’s everything he isn’t. Good, kind, sweet. And when he realizes the danger to Jenna isn’t over, Curt knows he’ll do whatever is necessary to protect her. Contains BDSM and hot, hot sex.

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She blinked back tears. The look on his face became slightly panicked.

“Jenna?”

“I’m okay. Just feeling a bit off balance.”

“Understandable. We’re only a few hours from where we’ll meet the chopper then we’ll be airlifted out of here, and you can return home and get on with your life.” Travis stood and left.

She shivered. “He makes it sound so easy. Like being kidnapped and held by extremists happens every day.”

“It won’t be,” Curt told her bluntly. “He’s trying to keep you feeling positive and happy because we can’t afford to have you lose it right now. Then we’d probably have to sedate you.”

Panic filled her at the thought of being helpless. “Don’t. Please. I couldn’t take that. I’m not going to go crazy on you.”

“I know you won’t. I know how strong you are.”

“I don’t feel very strong right now.”

“Not everyone would have survived eight days in that hell hole and still come out sane. You did. Because you’re strong. You remember that when you’re feeling low. When you’re wondering why you were taken. When you’re scared. You survived. That’s all you ever have to do, Jenna, survive. Because I will always come for you.”

 

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RIBBONS & Os

by R.E. Hargrave


Genre: BDSM EroticaCover Designer: The Graphics Shed

Carina Anderson has had a craptastic year. From losing her parents in separate freak accidents to finding her boyfriend and BFF engaged in kinky sex games, her general enthusiasm for life has evaporated. It’s not a surprise that by the time Christmas rolls around, she’s ready to lock her doors and hermit the season away—until a chance encounter forces her outlook to change. With her newfound attitude, Carina takes a wild leap and lands herself in a world she never dreamed of. A world she’ll soon find she can’t get enough of.
 
Dr. Elijah Davies has been counting down the days until he can return to England—and the creature comforts of his playroom. Now used to the hustle and bustle of London, he’s only come back to Hooksett as a favor to his eccentric uncle. But when an adorable and oh-so-sexy elf crosses his path, Elijah decides his visit to the small New Hampshire town might not end up being so boring after all.
 
Never underestimate the magic of the season… or the power of attraction.



As my eyes scanned over the huddles of bodies, I noticed a lone man in the far corner. He sat so that his back was against the wall, his long, worn jean-covered legs stretched out in front of him. Donned in a threadbare, long-sleeved black shirt and what looked to be a handmade scarf wrapped around his neck, I couldn’t see his face as he concentrated on a tattered book in his hands. I was still watching him, willing him to look up at me in fact, when Deborah returned. 


Just as I turned to give her my attention, he lifted his head, then smirked while he blatantly ran his eyes up and down my body. My breath caught in my throat at his feral intrusion. Something in the way he stared me down made me feel like I was on the menu, and I shuddered, my panties dampening. His eyes crinkled when he laughed.


“Carina, this here is Stan and Billy, if you’ll show them where your car is, they’ll bring everything in,” Deborah said, capturing my attention.


“Yeah, sure,” I mumbled, my eyes cutting back to the corner where the man was still staring at me. My outfit suddenly felt a tad silly and childish.


I led Stan and Billy out to my car and unlocked the doors so they could load up baskets. While they headed back inside with their first armfuls, I went to the trunk to retrieve the bags of cocoa. 


“May I—” 


I’d been leaning into the trunk, stretching to reach the bag which had shifted to the back, when the deep voice startled me, causing me to lose my footing and fall forward into the trunk. Horrified that my ass was on display as my legs flailed behind me, there was nothing I could do. A loud, rich laugh reverberated around me, caressing me and making it hard to think straight. 


“Oh, dear, let me give you a hand,” he said, and hands closed on my hips, but not before they ran faintly over my ass. His British accent and wandering hands left a searing heat where they’d touched me… fuck me. 


Would it be wrong to take one of the strays home with me? I wondered for half a second.


With his help, I managed to get my feet back on the ground and remove myself from the trunk victorious, cocoa bag in hand. I uprighted myself with a pleased smile on my face and shifted to thank my would-be attacker and savior in one. It was the man from the corner. 


And he was grinning at me again.


My chest and cheeks heated up as embarrassment washed over me knowing it had been him to witness my flailing about. “Thank you,” I whispered.


“You’re blinking?” he stated, an air of confusion in his tone. Huh?


I glanced down to see what he was talking about and realized that in my stumble I must’ve bumped the on-button for my bra. The exposed shoulder strap was indeed flashing, along with all the trim work on the bra, which was now quite visible through my white sweater.


“Shit!” I cursed under my breath then stuck my hand down my top to locate the switch, withdrawing my hand and looking up once the lights were dimmed again. “Yeah, uh, that wasn’t supposed to happen.” I giggled, feeling sheepish. In the sunlight, I could see that his hair was strawberry blond, and it sparkled with meandering snowflakes. His eyes were a dark green that matched my leggings. 


He licked his lips as he leaned into me, his hand grasping my elbow then sliding down my forearm to catch the bag in my hand left a fiery trail in its wake. The man pressed his mouth to my ear and I felt his warm breath as he purred into my ear, “It’s very festive. I like it… it’d be a great treat to see all of the light show, love.”




Leaving me speechless, my cheek warmed where he kissed it before walking away with the cocoa.

Domestic engineer. Author. Burgeoning editor. And quite possibly certifiable. Believing every story can shine bright with a bit of tenacious tough love, R.E. Hargrave is thorough and to the point. An international bestselling author, she takes storytelling and manuscript polishing seriously, working with her authors and on her own creations to ensure they come to life, crawling from the pages and into the reader’s souls. Hargrave lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX and is married to her high school sweetheart; together they are raising three children. A native ‘mutt,’ she has lived in New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas, and California. She is fond of setting her stories—which range from the sweet to the paranormal, to the erotic and horrific—on location in South Carolina and Texas.

 
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 TAKING CHANCES
Chances Series, Book 2
by J. Bliss
Genre: Romantic Erotica

This story follows Jasmine Chance who is lying in a coma after being brutally attacked by her mother’s boyfriend. Andrew Rodd stays by her side during her recovery after the sudden trauma.
 
As she prepares for her new start in Paris, France she moves in with Drew and they fall in love, but it is not as easy. She’s dealing with discovering what she wants and likes while facing the aftermath of her attack, family members that are attempting to make her life a living hell, and the news that her biological father has been in contact with her sister.
 
Being in a relationship with Drew seems impossible. Jasmine feels like she’s never going to escape the ongoing drama of her past. Jasmine’s new start feels like it’s in jeopardy and she has to decide whether staying in Atlanta or following her dream of going to Paris is best.



“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable with anything we do, Jasmine.”


I grin. “Thanks, Drew, I love you.” I look him up and down, in slow motion. “Take off your pants.” He smiles and unzips his slacks. Drew removes his pants.


“Take off your dress…I want to see you.” I shake my head.


“You know what I look like, Drew.”


“You know what I feel like inside of your wet pussy too, but you still want it.” He grabs his pants, going after his wallet. This guy has a condom everywhere. I remove my dress admiring his chocolate erection. Drew unbuttons his shirt.


“Drew, what if a cop comes?” Laying his shirt on the other side of him, he smirks, traveling his fingers to my breast. “I’ll pay the fine.” His touch makes me lose my thoughts. “Shhh, Jasmine. Let me study you.” Drew takes one of my nipples in his mouth and my body tingles all over. I grab the back of his head. No words escape my mouth, only the sounds of me moaning after him.

“You are so beautiful, Jasmine.” He grips my breast until his lips fall upon my neck. Drew sucks my skin in his mouth and my legs relax. The arch of my back inclines. He is teasing me with his touch.

“Drew, you are so sexy.” I need him inside of me now. I grab his waist. “Drew, I want to feel you.” He takes his hand under me, lifting me and we are in an upright position. His heartbeat is so loud. I straddle on top of every inch of him taking him inside. “Drew!”


“Jasmine, I love your screams in my ear.” Drew takes charge of my hips motioning my body at his command. This is so whimsical. He looks in my eyes. “I don’t want you to ever forget me.” Drew takes my fingers spreading them apart as if they were my legs. He motions deep inside of me, nice and slow. His warm tongue licks between each of my fingers. He is igniting every cell in my nervous system.


“I can’t forget you, Drew.” I am so lost in his touch.

 
My hands grip his shoulder up to the top of his head while he grabs at the inside of my thighs. My head drops back as Drew pulls my hair, I bend back and he holds my waist. “I got you, Jasmine.” Drew elevates his hips, grinding me deeper. His finger gently crosses my clit from side to side and I tremble.


“Oh, Drew.” I rise as he nestles his head between my breast. He thrusts harder and deeper reaching after my very soul. “Drew…mmmm.”


“Jasmine.” Only the sounds of lovemaking are heard as he slides in and out of my juices. Drew motions me harder and harder.


“Ohhh…Drew.” Faster and faster as I scream his name. “Ahhh…Andrew.” The sweat and friction is so intense. His fingertips run down my back. Overflowing with the sensation of being filled by him I sound off like a siren. “Andrew.” My legs tighten and tears of pleasure fall before me while my molten wetness releases. “Ahhh…Andrew.”

 

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There’s something mesmerizing about twenty-four year old Andrew Rodd in this page turner, love story…and it’s worth taking a chance!
 
Sexy and romantic, he captures the attention of twenty-two year old Jasmine Chance from the moment she sees him at Piedmont Park in Atlanta, Georgia. He’s the breathtaking billionaire asking for a kiss while Jasmine is supposed to be focusing on her new start after graduation.
 
Drew is infatuated with Jasmine and wants her in his life despite her childhood trauma standing in his way. He is determined to have her and has to find out why Jasmine is desperate to escape her past in order to convince her to start a new beginning with him.

When I left my home state of Texas for Georgia, I brought with me a spirit of bulldog tenacity on a mission. Despite my rise and fall of a promising father, NFL star of America’s team, I used my detachment to come to terms with recollections I desired to escape. 
 
A native of Dallas, TX, by the time I was 6 years old my parents divorced. I spent much time with relative after relative; when I was not with my beloved grandmother, developing, becoming known as a child with an “old spirit” and “strong willed” as my father, at an early age. Losing my parents of negligence had a long lived effect on me-convincing me to conquer the dream to be loved.
 
At thirteen, I was writing stimulating poetry, influenced by my mother’s writings and books by Maya Angelo and Terry McMillan. However, this did not win me over with my mother’s protective thoughts of me as her daughter. I dreamt of being an author of no account of relinquishing the passion deep within to write.
 
At the age of twenty two, I married and moved to Georgia. I am raising my four children and living my dream as an author and teaching writing courses. My first novella originated from my past radio talk show, based on many callers that called in about having marital problems which mostly stemmed from lack of intimacy. Drawing from my own experiences and struggles, I felt compelled to write Lover’s of Convenience, leading to the Chance series.

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My Hookup Girl
Nicky Fox
Publication date: February 28, 2018
Genres: Erotica, Romance

Evie Walker’s life is finally falling into place. Her career is on the rise, she’s surrounded by her friends and has an apartment in the heart of downtown Dallas. Evie feels she’s finally escaped her rough and tumultuous past.

However, she didn’t prepare for Jake Westley. He’s as mysterious as he is handsome. They kindle a searing sensual affair. Evie begins to unravel Jake’s secrets. With their pasts catching up with them, can they save each other? Or will their past rip them apart, leaving them even more broken than before?

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Savages
Natalie Bennett
(Badlands, #1)
Publication date: January 24, 2018
Genres: Erotica, Romance

Calista
“I am the monster they created. I’m the whore they’re ashamed of.”

When life tried to break me I grabbed that b*tch by the throat and squeezed. I thought I could overcome anything. I swore I could handle him, but after being forced to play at the Devil’s playground I ended up craving his touch. One taste of his poison made my loyalties begin to waiver.

Romero “I’m a living nightmare, I’m everything they fear.”

I’ve been called the Devil, deranged, and a savage. I lived by a code created by rebel souls. We were sinners and thieves that made no apologies for taking whatever the f*ck we wanted. Saving a girl in the woods was never part of my plans, but when I saw the crazy in her eyes I knew it was a match made in hell.

Now secrets are piling up, the bodies are rotting, and time is running out to finish what I started.

Forewarning, our story is more than a little f*cked up.

Authors Note:

I am not going to put a long ‘trigger warning’ on this book. I will say that Savages is a VERY cautionary tale that has no regard for hard limits. Reader discretion IS highly advised. <–18+

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Natalie Bennett is the creator of erotic stories that always come with a warning label. She writes about depraved alpha a**holes and women that love to hate them. Her books don’t follow any specific tropes, have no set word counts, and tend to deviate away from traditional HEA’s.

When she isn’t in front of her computer she’s spending time with her husband and their three little boys.

Natalie is an avid fan of caramel frappes, horror movies, Shameless, and of course, reading.

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Her Claim
Rebecca Grace Allen
(Legally Bound, #2)
Publication date: April 2018
Genres: Erotica, Romance

She’s no princess. He’s no prince. Then again, they never wanted a fairy tale.
Legally Bound, Book 2

Cassie Allbright takes no prisoners. A half Cuban ball-busting attorney, she’s too tough to admit what she wants in bed. But tough is the only way to cut it in her high-powered firm, and Cassie doesn’t need a knight in shining armor. And she definitely doesn’t need Patrick Dunham—an arrogant, chauvinistic man-whore with a knack for pissing her off.

Bound to the helm of his family’s publishing house, Patrick is shackled to a life of power and wealth he never wanted. Seduction is his only distraction—his nights of pleasure always temporary, because happily-ever-afters are not for him. But while luring a woman into his bed has always come easy, the high-and-mighty Cassie has never succumbed to his charms.

Their verbal sparring turns to foreplay, but instead of scratching an itch, it only whets their appetites. Patrick gives Cassie a taste of what she’s secretly craved, and Cassie’s dark desires stir up things Patrick never knew he wanted. Enchanted, he offers to fulfill her most dangerous fantasies. She agrees, with an iron-clad escape clause: her heart is off-limits, and so is his.

Funny thing about hearts, though. They have a way of ignoring the fine print.

Warning: This book isn’t for the faint of heart. Disclosure includes angry, vying-for-control hate sex and one steamy weekend in Miami. Ready? Break the caution tape and proceed.

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Rebecca Grace allen holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison as well as of Master of Science degree in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict & gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.

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 TAKING CHANCES
Chances Series, Book 2
by J. Bliss


Genre: Romantic Erotica
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This story follows Jasmine Chance who is lying in a coma after being brutally attacked by her mother’s boyfriend. Andrew Rodd stays by her side during her recovery after the sudden trauma.
 
As she prepares for her new start in Paris, France she moves in with Drew and they fall in love, but it is not as easy. She’s dealing with discovering what she wants and likes while facing the aftermath of her attack, family members that are attempting to make her life a living hell, and the news that her biological father has been in contact with her sister.
 
Being in a relationship with Drew seems impossible. Jasmine feels like she’s never going to escape the ongoing drama of her past. Jasmine’s new start feels like it’s in jeopardy and she has to decide whether staying in Atlanta or following her dream of going to Paris is best.




I walk in the bathroom after him noticing the birds of paradise floral arrangement. “I was looking for that down stairs.”


“Were you? I thought it would find a better home in here.” I step in the tub and his hands grip around my waist.


“It’s beautiful, Drew. Are you not getting in?” He looks at me grinning.


“No love. I am only going to bathe you.”


Love, okay this is new. He is serious about taking care of me. I hear a noise in the background, it sounds like ocean waves. I lower myself, leaning back against a pillow. This water feels wonderful. Drew grabs a few towels, placing it on the edge of the tub.“Place your arm on the towels.”


He takes the wash cloth rubbing in between my legs. I inhale and exhale a warm breath. This is absolutely relaxing. The scents of the candles are refreshing.


“Do you like the tropical aroma?”


I breathe in the air again. “Yes, it’s breathtaking.” His hands find its way around my breast and he leans in kissing my nipples. I don’t say a word, his touch is making me so moist. I close my eyes and enjoy as he lays his hand all over me with a wash cloth trailing against my skin.


He sits the washcloth to the side. “Can I touch you?”


“You are touching me, Drew?”


He bites his bottom lip. “Right, I will step out and let you finish.”


“Why? I’m enjoying your touch, Drew.” He stands and I see his memorable bulge.


“I think…Jasmine…I know you need time to heal. I can’t stop thinking of being inside of you.”


“Is it wrong to be inside of me?” I’m fucking with his head on purpose. This is so empowering.

 
He looks at me. “If I touch you.” His hand enters the water, and he slides his finger between my legs. “Right here.” He leans closer and licks my face. “You taste so sweet.” Gulping the air, my nerves relax, now he is fucking with me.


“I should stop, because once I start I won’t stop.” I want him. 


“Drew, help me out of the tub.”


“No,” he laughs at me. “Finish,Jasmine. I will step outside.” He stands and stays true to his word. I finish lavishing my body with soap, fighting sleep. Drew needs to help me clean my back. Ten seconds pass.


“Drew!” He walks back in the bathroom with a towel around him.


“Jasmine.” He goes to the counter grabbing his personal items.


“Will you clean my back?”


He steps in the shower and turns on the water. “Of course.” He looks yummy even in my tired, sleepy state. He is worth fighting to stay awake for. I don’t see how I will survive the night unless he enters me. Drew takes the wash cloth and pours the soap. His hand glides carefully along my back.


“Mmm.”


“Are you fantasizing much more?”


Yes, I am. I close my eyes. “It feels good.”

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There’s something mesmerizing about twenty-four year old Andrew Rodd in this page turner, love story…and it’s worth taking a chance!
 
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When she left her home state of Texas for Georgia, she brought with her a spirit of bulldog tenacity.
 
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Genre: Steamy Romance/ Erotica

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When Patrick stumbles across a maid at La Petite Morte Club watching a couple have sex, he can’t keep his hands off her. She’s cute, sexy and kinky – just the way he likes his women.

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DESTRUCTION

USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Bene

Destruction
Genre: Dark Romance, Erotica
Publication Date: November 27, 2017
Vengeance and destruction are all he has left.
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In this intense, psychological thriller Lianna Mercier is kidnapped by a man bent on destroying her father and his company, and he wants to use her to do it. But as much as David wants his vengeance, he can’t deny the innocence he finds in Lianna. As they fall deeper and deeper into a web of bloody lies and destruction, will he ultimately choose to protect her, or destroy her?

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“Whatever it is you want, I can help you get it. You don’t have to do this.”
“You can’t,” he answered, and he knew it was true. The lack of action from the asshole when she’d begged on the phone had made it clear. As long as he stopped, Mercier would continue to drag this out — which left only one option, he’d have to hurt the girl, torture her until he gave in for real. No more promises, no more time, no more deadlines.
Action or destruction.
“I can. Ju-just give me the chance.” Her hands tightened into fists as he moved closer, tugging at the chains that he already knew wouldn’t give her any slack.
“No more chances for you or Daddy. Either he signs, or we keep going until you’re done.”
“Done?” she whispered, and the tears pooling in her eyes caught the lights making them shine. So fucking beautiful. Such a fucking waste.
“That’s right.”
“Oh God!” The girl fought hard, ripping at the cuffs, making her breasts bounce, nipples hardened by the cool air in the room, and he watched for a minute as a few tears leaked out into her hair.
“Don’t worry, I don’t want you to talk to him this time.” Lifting the ball gag in his hands, he smiled underneath the mask when she shook her head, panic making her flail harder at the chains while his cock stiffened against his leg.
Please! Just let me talk to him again, please, tell me what you want him to sell and I’ll convince him! I swear! I’ll do it!” As she begged, he knelt down beside her, taking a moment to trace one finger over the soft skin of her arm. She felt so pure, so good, and how someone like her had come from someone so evil he couldn’t figure out — but none of that mattered. All he needed was her suffering.
“Open up.” He held the gag in front of her face, offering her the easy way, but she clenched her teeth tight just like he’d expected. Somehow the girl was simultaneously terrified of him, and still defiant. Where was her sense of self-preservation? Why wasn’t she submitting to him fully in an attempt to make him lenient?
Not like it would work.
Wrapping his hand under her chin, he dug his fingers into the muscles of her jaw, slowly forcing her mouth wide as she whimpered. As soon as there was enough space, he forced the ball gag between her teeth, and then pressed his hand down to keep it there. “Tsk, tsk. I wasn’t asking, princess, and when you disobey you just make me angry.”
A sharp, incomprehensible shout escaped her lips, so he locked the gag a notch too tight, leaving her groaning as her jaw strained.
“You should hope he loves you as much as you think he does.”
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Title: Night Shift (Night Shade 2)
Author: Carey Decevito
Genre: Contemporary Erotic
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A serial killer…

A past that haunts no matter how much the distance…

Which one will strike first?

Eighteen deaths over eight years has left Shane Peters itching to find his mark. The death that started it all ensured his obsession with the murderer who had turned his life into a living hell, leaving him to raise a newborn daughter on his own.

Starting over wasn’t the easiest thing, but Emberlyn Roth had managed by shear grit and the skin of her teeth. It’s too bad one can’t outrun their past.

A protector of the wronged, Shane is torn between his duty as a detective for the Jacksonville PD and a quest to find himself some peace. Red tape binds his capabilities and moonlighting as an investigator for Nightshade Securities has him feeling stretched thin. Late nights on the streets and his sense of duty keeps him from being the father he wants to be. Throw onto his already rickety house of cards, an attraction to the mysterious Emberlyn, the lead he’s got on the murderer he’s been hunting for nearly a decade, and threats his woman is receiving by an unsavory character from her past, and he’s seriously tempted to take Dalton Kipper’s offer to join his team in a permanent basis.

Rules have a place, but when you’re faced with losing the one that means most to you, lines can become blurred. With the fate of his family’s future hanging in the balance, he’s ready to risk it all.

Prologue

“What are you doing here?” The tension around me palpable, she hurried aside to let me enter before closing the door behind us.

My blood boiled.

My skin crawled that she’d let him do that to her.

I had to get rid of it.

The taint.

Purify her.

“What have you done? You’re mine, Evie. I told you, when I came back, you’d be mine and now look at yourself.” Disgust was as clear in my voice as it was in my expression.
“Wh-whatever it is…we can talk this out,” she stuttered, her feet inching her backward as I followed her movements.

Reaching to the small of my back, my fingers wrapped around the grip as I pulled it from its sheath. The eight-inch blade caught the glint of the afternoon sun, mesmerizing me, causing me to admire the play of light against it before I focused on the woman before me.

Her eyes shone with terror. “You don’t…” She shook her head left to right, swallowing hard, stumbling against the side table next to the sofa. “You don’t have to do this.” She righted herself. “We can still be together. Now that…now that you’re back–”

I shot her an incredulous look. Did she think me a fool? “You’ve gone and done the unthinkable. You had his child!” I hollered, my knuckles gripping the knife tightly. “This is the only way…the only way to get rid of the stain.”

Her steps froze momentarily. “Stain?”

“It’s what I should have done a while ago,” I spat, cornering her as her steps were halted by the wall at her back. “What you took from me…what should have been mine,” I raged, “is what I’ll take from you.”

One moment my eyes darted toward the hallway where I knew the devil lay in slumber, and the next, Eva Peters was making a mad rush toward the door that separated me from saving us all.

“No!” she panted. “You’re crazy!”

If she only knew. “Move, Evie,” I growled, “it’s the only way.”

“She’s not here. Please!” Tears streamed down her face, her body shaking with fear.

Using the tip of the blade, I ran it over her soaked cheek, the metal sharp enough to catch on her ivory skin, causing a streak of blood to suddenly materialize.

I felt lighter instantly.

Powerful. In control. A feeling I hadn’t had in quite some time.

Manning my knife, I proceeded to run the tip of it down to her bottom lip, nicking it just enough for another bubble of her essence to form.

“Mmm…” I groaned, leaning forward to press my front against hers, taking the time to lick her damaged lip, then whispered my new realization while rubbing my impossibly hard cock against her stomach. “I was wrong. This…” I ran my finger through the blood on her cheek, watching its movement, “is what I need, Evie.”

The sadness was overwhelming as I stared at the beauty laying limp and lifeless beneath me.
The rage I’d felt had all but dissipated with each slice of my blade through her flesh. Like a hot knife through butter, each time blood began to pour out, a weight lifted within me.

What once held pleading in her eyes, was now long gone.

She was nothing but a piece of art, trussed up by her silk scarves, a vessel conveying my message.

I’d be back…

Chapter 1

Shane

Eight Years Later

The moment I walked over the threshold, I knew a clusterfuck of epic proportion awaited me. Blood was everywhere. Spatter by the front door, smears over the walls, and droplets leading to where I  new the victim would ultimately be laying in a pool of her life’s essence.

Forensics was going to have a field day with this one. Just like with the other fifteen. Donning the protective gear the lead officer had ordered me to change into before entering the scene, I made my way toward the back of the house.

Carefully avoiding one evidence marker after another, I entered the master bedroom. The grizzly sight of Victoria Spark’s mutilated body, lying face up on the bed, greeted me. The standard ligatures on her wrists and ankles proved that she’d been restrained and alive through most of her torture; the killer leaving her to die in excruciating pain from her wounds and ultimately, blood loss.

The scent of copper on the air thickened as I made my final approach, slipping my hands into a pair of plastic gloves. I was looking for something I knew was meant for me.

Setting my evidence kit down beside the bed, I bent toward the body in search of my next clue. The sickening crack of the victim’s jaw set my stomach to roiling as I pulled her mouth open, locating the three pieces I had come to expect after so many years of chasing this perp. Letting go of the victim, I grasped my digital camera and photographed my findings. Setting the camera down, I whipped out the small evidence bag from my kit and opened it, manning my tweezers.

Fishing the objects out one by one, I dropped them in the bag, then photographed them again. Fragments of a photograph were what this sicko leaves. Camera in hand, I shot a few frames of the room, as well as the rest of the premises. The team would have their own photos, but I liked being thorough with my investigations, thus preferred gathering my own shots, comparing them with the others’.

Closing up my kit, I stood to take my leave.

Fucking sadistic bastard and his games.

It pissed me off that he was always one step ahead of me.

Thinking on those tiny pieces—the unknown subject, or unsub’s calling card—I was confused more than ever as to why he was leaving them at every scene. The letter I’d received at the precinct, a week after the first murder, had eluded that they were all part of some demented countdown…a puzzle of sorts. One thing was clear however, the perp was after me, and after sixteen murders, I still wasn’t any closer to finding this guy.

In my career as a detective, I’ve come across a lot of questionable characters. I’ve done my fair share of arresting the dregs of society and making enemies along the way. You can’t be a cop without that happening.

“I take it that Rosie is in for another disappointing birthday dinner?” Will asked, coming to a stop at my side as I exited the victim’s home.

For the last seven years, it had been the same fucking story. That in itself was enough to confirm that the unsub was gunning for me. That, and the fact that he’d started this spree of his claiming none other than my wife as his first victim.

My only problem was, my list of suspects had next to nothing. This perp was meticulously careful. Treating his kills like artwork: from the placement of limbs, to the blood spatter surrounding the victims…even those fucking pieces.

“I hate going back on my promise,” I growled. “She’s going to be pissed.”

“I know it’s your case, Shane, but I’m your partner,” Will said. “Take a few hours, go to her, then come back if you have to.”

I nodded. “I have what I need right now. You sure you can handle everything without me?”
He patted me on the back as I straightened from the body and backed away. “I’ll call if something comes up.”

Thanking him, I handed him my evidence bag, then made to leave the scene, my camera and evidence kit in tow.

Caught up in my own memories, I drove home on autopilot, scenes from eight years ago playing in my head.

The same black hair. The same look of terror in her open eyes.

Eva had been bound too.

And cut up.

Blood. God! There’d been so much blood everywhere.

I’d been the one to find her. I hated to think what would have been had my Rosie been there that day.
“Daddy!” was squealed, knocking me out of my grizzly thoughts.

Opening the car door and letting myself out, I caught her as she launched herself into my arms.

My princess.

The light of my life.

Born and raised in small town Northern Ontario, Canada, Carey Decevito has always had a penchant for reading and writing.

More than a decade later, with weeks of sleepless nights, where exhaustion settled into her everyday existence, she finally gave in and put pen to paper (more like fingers to keyboard!) She submitted to the dreams that plagued her. And the rest, as they say, is history!

A member of the RWA, Carey enjoys spending time with family and friends, the outdoors, travelling, and playing tourist in Canada’s National Capital region. When life gets crazy, this contemporary erotic romance author seeks respite through her writing and reading. If all else fails, she knows there’s never a dull moment with her two daughters, her goofy husband, and cat who she swears is out to get her.

She is the author of both The Broken Men Chronicles and Nightshade series.

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Strictly Business
Siena Noble
(The Loft #2)
Publication date: December 22, 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

It’s been almost nine months since the grand opening of The Loft, and it’s quickly become one of the city’s best-kept dirty little secrets. On the outside, the club’s owner Teresa Bodnar is living the dream: young, successful, and miles away from the nightmarish relationship she escaped from nearly two years ago. But on the inside? That’s another story.

After agonizing months of suppressing her true feelings, it took one passion-filled night for Tera to realize that she was in love with her friend, the deliciously dominant Eric Yun, a revelation that had her running scared. Months later, the two are closer than ever… and yet they couldn’t be further apart. Feeling that keeping both Eric and herself in the dreaded “friend-zone” is the only way to save the man she loves from worse pain, Tera throws herself into her work, determined to turn The Loft into the BDSM paradise she envisioned it as, even if she’s the only one in the club not getting any.

Enter Neal Drake. Rich, arrogant, and the kind of man who doesn’t take no for an answer, Mr. Drake is everything that Tera is desperate to avoid. He turns up at her club with offers of both a business and a personal nature that Tera would be hard-pressed to refuse, but along with his tempting offers he brings something much darker: eerie, painful reminders of a past she’d rather forget…

Ever since they met, Eric has only had eyes for Tera Bodnar. Too stubborn to move on despite his better judgment, he’ll take what he can get from the woman he’s fallen in love with. But he’s determined to be part of the happy ending he knows she deserves, even if she doesn’t believe it herself. Nothing will deter him from his goal, not even some billionaire bastard invading the safe haven that The Loft is supposed to be.

When Mr. Drake begins exerting his dominance outside of acceptable boundaries, Tera must confront her deepest fears, and it’s not just her heart that’s at stake. Friendships will be tested, limits will be pushed, and Tera will have to decide between taking a chance on love, and letting go of Eric forever…

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Tera

I’d been on edge all night wondering if Neal Drake was going to turn up at The Loft, and cursed myself mentally for acting like I expected Kellan himself to make an appearance. But there was no helping that constant low simmer of dread in my stomach, and I wasn’t doing myself any favors by torturing myself with frequent furtive glances over at Eric.

Something had happened at the bar after I’d left, I could tell; he’d been as carefree as ever earlier, completely in his element with his skilled hands on the keys and a sexy half-smirk on his lips that I could pretend was meant for me. But since he’d arrived at the club tension had been on him like a heavy winter coat, and his tight smiles and stiff posture only added to my own unease. I’d fully expected him to take the opportunity to work out that tension by immersing himself in his other natural element, finding some willing sub to tie up and have his way with. But Eric was in total dungeon monitor-mode tonight, his rope bag sitting neglected in the corner as he observed the room with quiet seriousness and made surprisingly little small talk. Relief coursed through me briefly when I saw him turn down one of the girls who I figured was one of his regular play partners, only for a healthy dose of guilt to get sprinkled in with the roiling stew of dread.

I let out a short sigh and dug my teeth into my lower lip. There you go again, making it all about you when he clearly has something on his mind and all your problems are the same old news as always, I scolded myself. Eric looked over at me before I could hide my grimace, and I felt my cheeks heat as something subtle about his already-perturbed face changed that I couldn’t quite read.

Should I go talk to him? I gnawed at my lip as I debated whether or not to breach my self-imposed “no deep, personal conversations at play parties” policy, realizing belatedly that I’d been staring blankly in Eric’s direction and smearing lipstick all over my teeth for at least a good thirty seconds. I snapped myself out of it and quickly scrubbed my tongue over my teeth behind pursed lips. No, better to save any questions about his sudden brooding for a quick text tomorrow after we’d both gotten plenty of sleep and were safely removed from the sexually-charged atmosphere of the club.

The rest of the night went by almost agonizingly slowly, my gut churning with anxiety more and more as the hours ticked by, until I almost felt physically queasy. By the time we closed the doors to new patrons at 1:00 Mr. Drake still hadn’t shown up, but the reassurance that I wouldn’t be seeing him that night did little to calm my nerves.

The last stragglers cleared out fairly quickly after 2:00, and clean-up took hardly any time at all. The group of us—minus Megan, who was working the night shift at the hospital—all walked to the nearby parking garage together. I hesitated as I said goodbye to Eric as I got off the elevator on the floor where I’d parked, wanting to hold him back just a minute longer to ask what was on his mind. But I held back, telling myself that a real friend would just let him go home and go to bed.

I let out the same mixed sigh of relief and heartache that I always did at the end of another night at the club deprived of what only Eric could give me, and rummaged around in my coat pockets for my keys and parking ticket. Shit, where was my ticket?

“Motherfucker,” I cursed under my breath as annoyance flashed through me and threatened to dredge up my earlier anxiety once again. I allowed myself an exaggerated growl of frustration knowing that no one was around to hear me and hurried back to the elevator. I scanned the ground as I hurried back in the direction of The Loft, searching futilely for my lost ticket. There was still a chance it had fallen out of my pocket somewhere in the club, though.

By the time I made it back to The Loft, my anxiety had morphed into general grouchiness, aggravated by the fact that the wind had picked up, rendering my skirt and thigh-high socks all but useless at protecting my legs against the biting cold. Thank God my parking ticket was on the floor of the office; at least the trip had been worth the trouble. I looked around the main dungeon one last time before leaving again, feeling like I was forgetting something else. Eric’s gear bag in the corner by the snack bar caught my eye. I frowned as I took out my phone to text him that I’d found it. Eric of all people would never neglect his rope like that; he must’ve had more on his mind than I’d thought. As I hoisted the heavy bag onto my shoulder, I noticed that a full trash bag had somehow been forgotten as well. Good lord, how distracted had I been that I’d overlooked so much myself?

With a groan, I picked up the trash and headed back down to the first floor and out the back door to the narrow alley where the dumpster was. I had to set the massive duffle bag on the ground to lift the lid of the dumpster enough to dump the trash in. I let the lid fall again with a loud, rattling crash and crouched to pick up the bag, determined to get out of the creepy alley and back to my car as quickly as possible, only to stumble and fall flat on my ass at the sight of a pair of feet on the other side of Eric’s bag that hadn’t been there before.

I was on my own feet again in a second, my heart fluttering erratically as I heaved the bag onto my shoulder and got a look at the guy who’d managed to sneak up on me. He was a young, scrawny guy, probably younger than me, with lank blondish hair and wearing a stained gray hoodie.

He snickered. “What’s in the bag, sweetheart?” he taunted softly.

Oh, shit…

 

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A proud Pittsburgh, PA area native, Siena Noble has explored and inhabited all kinds of fictional worlds through her writing since age ten. Although she’s always been a sucker for a good love story and possesses an incredibly dirty mind, she never imagined that her publishing debut would be erotic romance. What started as a silly short story idea quickly became something much bigger, a demanding Master of a manuscript whose every whim Siena submitted to.

When she’s not busy reading, writing, binge-watching Game of Thrones, or doing a million other important things, Siena enjoys traveling, archery, and getting lost in the woods (also known as “hiking”). She and her better half/writing buddy/sometimes Sir/sex muse live together in Pittsburgh. Their dream is to relocate to the middle of nowhere and build a castle capable of withstanding the impending zombie apocalypse.

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Fangs for the Holidays

A Vehicle City Vampires

Short Story

Roxanne Rhoads

Genre: Holiday erotica, short story

Publisher: Bewitching Books

Cover Artist: Ari Napolitano

Book Description:

After spending the day baking holiday goodies Anwyn drops by her vampire boyfriend Galen’s home so they can spend some quality time together.

He is surprisingly enticed by the smell of baked goods on Anwyn’s skin which leads them to a drama filled discussion about family holiday gatherings, the other man in her life…and eventually to very hot holiday sex.

The events in this story take place between book one, Hex and the Single Witch, and book two, Hex and the City.

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A Sleigh Ride Home

By Roxanne Rhoads

The moonlight glittered off the freshly fallen snow. It was like taking a sleigh ride through a forest of crystals. Everything sparkled, glimmered and shimmered. It was truly beautiful. Caleb was really trying so hard to give me the “good, old fashioned Christmas” experience that I had always dreamed of; complete with a one horse open sleigh, fresh falling snow, and a thermos full of hot cocoa.

The blanket started to slip off my lap so I tugged it up to make sure it didn’t fall to the floor of the sleigh.

Caleb glanced my way, “Are you cold Maggie?”

How could I be cold with Caleb, the man of my dreams and fantasies sitting beside me? I had wanted this man since high school, when he was the popular, hot guy that was so nice to everyone. Including a skinny, scrawny girl with braces and glasses. Me. “No, I’m actually quite warm. The night doesn’t feel that cold and between my thick leggings, sweater, wrap and the blanket I am toasty warm.”

“Good, I didn’t want you to get cold. After living in Texas for the past couple years I bet you aren’t used to the cold, Michigan winters anymore. I was afraid you’d be freezing by now.”

Caleb was always so wonderful. He was the kind of guy that was always concerned about people. We had been pretty good friends. He was so sweet he even took me to our senior prom seven years ago. I was sure he’d just done it to be nice because he felt sorry for me since no one else had asked me to be their date. Now I wasn’t so sure that he had taken me to the prom just to be nice. Maybe he had real feelings for me. The kind of feelings I have for him.

This was only the second time I had seen him since I left to go to college in Texas right after graduation but I had never stopped thinking about him.

It seemed that he never stopped thinking about me either. He sent me letters, cards and emails from time to time always asking when I was coming home. This was the first year I had replied telling him that I’d be home for Christmas. Usually my mom flew out to Texas to spend the holidays with me there. This year though my mother had finally met someone special and she wanted to spend the holidays with him…and me. Honestly I was glad. I had really begun to miss Michigan lately, especially at Christmas. There was nothing like a snow covered Christmas.

“No matter how long I stay in Texas I’ll always be a cold blooded Michigan girl.”

His smile twinkled as bright as the snow, “Glad to hear that.”

“You know Caleb this was awfully nice of you to invite me on this sleigh ride. The drive through town seeing all the Christmas displays and lights was fun and then here, in the woods…it is so still, so quiet and so utterly beautiful. It is a dream come true.”

“Maggie, I remembered that last Christmas we spent together before graduation and how you would always talk about wanting an old fashioned Christmas with sleigh rides and hot cocoa and even ice skating. I have always wanted to give that to you. I’ve had old Drew here,” he motioned to the horse, “and this sleigh for five years now hoping you’d come home for the holidays so I could give you the Christmas sleigh ride you’ve always dreamed of.”

“Really? Caleb, I had no idea. But why?”

“Why? Maggie isn’t it obvious? I love you; I’ve been in love with you since middle school. I’ve tried to put you out of my head, I’ve tried dating other people but it’s you. You are the one that’s always had that special place in my heart.”

My eyes welled up with tears as his words rang true. My heart swelled telling me I felt the same way. All this time I hadn’t let myself believe in my feelings because I feared rejection.

Caleb pulled the sleigh off the trail and into a small clearing.

“Maggie would you consider coming home?”

“Caleb, I am home,” I said as I threw my arms around his neck.

“Really? To stay? With me?” he mumbled into my neck.

“Yes, with you, for as long as you’ll have me,” I cried.

“I hope forever isn’t too long for you,” Caleb said with a smile as he pulled away from my tear soaked embrace to look into my eyes.

“Forever sounds just about right.”

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Story strumpet, tome loving tart, eccentric night owl…these words describe book publicist and erotic romance author Roxanne Rhoads.

When not fulfilling one the many roles being a wife and mother of three require, Roxanne’s world revolves around words…reading them, writing them, and talking about them.

In addition to writing her own stories she loves to read, promote and review what others write. She owns Bewitching Book Tours and operates a book review blog, Fang-tastic Books.

When not doing book things Roxanne loves to hang out with her family, craft, garden and search for unique vintage finds.

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Wild Man
Sherilee Gray
(The Smith Brothers #2)
Publication date: November 28, 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

The first time I saw Beau Smith’s face, I fell for him…hard. There’s just a few tiny problems. He lives wild. I’ve never left the city. He wants a wife who can handle his harsh world. I just want him.

He’s been burnt in the past, and he won’t let me in easily, but there’s no denying the spark between us, so intense it could set the woods on fire. And with every hot and dirty night we spend together, I can feel his walls crumbling.

But once he realizes I’m not what he signed up for, that I lied to him about who I am—will he still want me, or will I lose my wild man forever?

Warning: The Smith Brothers are not just identical twins, they’re big, burly, bearded, insanely hot mountain men. They’re also sweet, and very, very dirty. Did I mention dirty?

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She stepped closer and rested her hands on my chest, her cheeks flushed, eyes bright. “I’m so happy to be here with you, you have no idea,” she said softly.

My abs clenched. Jesus, just having her hands on me made me as hard as iron. “I think I have an idea.”

“Yeah?” she said, moving even closer.

I might have decided to keep my dick in my pants, but there was no way I wasn’t going to kiss her. I’d go mad if I didn’t taste those full lips. I dipped my head. “Oh yeah.”

We’d had a couple of hot and heavy conversations over the phone, but I’d tried not to go there too often with her. I knew this day was coming, and I had a definite idea of how our time together should be spent. If I’d been listening to her come over the phone the last six months all that would have disappeared out the window. Shit, I’d already have her naked in my bed.

I growled, shoving that image out of my head, and closed the distance between us.

Finally, our lips met…and I kid you not, the fucking angels sang.

My mouth covered hers, moving slowly at first, and my entire body lit up, every nerve ending sparking, my heart pounding. I slid my arms around her small waist and hauled her off her feet, lifting her so we were the same height. Shoving my fingers in her hair, I tilted my head to get more of her, and she opened for me, her sweet little tongue flicking out and brushing mine.

I’d been with quite a few women in my life. Like I said, I’d lived wild for a lot of years, acting out, trying to work out what I wanted. But as soon as I did, as soon as I knew what I wanted for my future, I’d stopped all of it. I’d focused on my goal, which was building a house and finding a woman who I could share it with. That was four years ago. Which meant I’d been celibate that long as well. So I wasn’t surprised by my reaction to Freya, by the pulsing need pounding through me at finally having her against me.

But I’d never in my life experienced anything like this. Like a live wire was sparking inside me, through my whole damn body. My hips punched forward all on their own, my cock impossibly hard. I knew I had to slow this down, take a step back, but God only knew how I was going to do that.

 

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Sherilee Gray writes sexy, edgy contemporary and paranormal romance. Stories full of heat and high emotion, following stubborn characters as they fight against the odds… and their happily ever after. She’s a kiwi girl and lives in beautiful NZ with her husband and their two children. When not writing or fueling her voracious book addiction, she can be found dreaming of far off places with a mug of tea in one hand and a bar of Cadburys Rocky Road chocolate in the other.

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Echo
Gemma Weir
(Archer’s Creek #1)
Publication date: November 24, 2017
Genres: Erotica, Romance

Echo

I’m a Doomsday Sinner. A biker to my very soul. Women have always been the same—interchangeable. Until her. She loves my control and craves my touch. Now she’s mine. I’ve claimed her in every way possible and I won’t let anything, least of all her, tear us apart.

Olivia

I was on the holiday of a lifetime, until I ended up stranded in Archer’s Creek. Then I met a badass, Harley riding biker boy who laughed at me. He’s a bloody pain in the arse. Bossy and controlling, he’s the unexpectedly perfect guy at the worst moment—because even the strongest love can falter when a crazed psycho decides I need to die.

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I fucking hate Texas.” I sling my backpack down, and it lands on my toe. Shooting pain bursts from my foot. “Bollocks.” Kicking the stupid thing, I mutter angrily, “Stupid fucking bag. Stupid fucking bus.”

A raspy chuckle makes me freeze.

I brush down my shirt, straighten, and spin. My eyes start at the tarmac under my feet and slowly track upwards, devouring the biker god in front of me. Jesus, he’s huge. His tight white T-shirt stretches taut over his bulging chest. Tattoos cover his arms down to his knuckles and peak tantalizingly out of the neck of his shirt. His strong, thick thighs are spread astride a badass Harley motorcycle, the polished chrome sparkling in the morning sunlight.

His hair is dark, almost black. Short at the sides but longer, shaggy and tousled on the top. God, I’m tempted to run my fingers through it. I force my hands into my pockets to stop myself from reaching out.

I finally focus on his face. Wow, he’s beautiful. Perfectly chiseled cheekbones and full lips showcase his amused grin.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

He pulls a long drag from his cigarette and lazily blows the smoke into the air. “No thanks, darlin’, I’m happy watching.” His gaze glides up and down my body, and my skin heats under his appraisal.

 

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Gemma Weir is a half crazed stay at home mom to three kids, one man child and a hell hound. She has lived in the midlands, in the UK her whole life and has wanted to write a book since she was a child. Gemma has a ridiculously dirty mind and loves her book boyfriends to be big, tattooed alpha males. She’s a reader first and foremost and she loves her romance to come with a happy ending and lots of sexy sex.

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Magic of Books Promotions hosted its first tour during the month of November three years ago.
 
The company was created from the passion and desire of its owner, Tami Adams, because of her experiences as an author. From her struggles to have her books viewed and appreciated she knew there had to be another way.
 
Three years later Tami no longer writes but is determined to show the world the magic that lies within the pages of all books.
 
The following authors are helping Magic of Books to celebrate its birthday. Enjoy.

Message from Tami:

The last three years have been an incredible journey. I’ve made so many friends who began as bloggers, readers, and authors. I have been privileged to present and showcase new and old books from seasoned and new authors. I’ve learned so much I didn’t even realize I should know prior to getting into this business. And after three years I can honestly say I’m still learning, I’m still growing, and I’m still making friends. I love and appreciate all of you who have supported my little slice of heaven. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.


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EROTICA
Erotica is a genre of literature that includes sexually explicit details as a primary feature. Though the distinction might be blurred in modern works, erotica traditionally contains more sexual details than romance novels.
 
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Erotic Romance

Jaymie knows better than to date her best friend’s brother, but there is no way she can keep the sexy Dom in the ‘friend-zone’.

 
You don’t date your best friend’s brother. At least not without prior permission from said friend.
 
Jaymie left Port Ellis for the big city, but she remained a townie at heart. After pinching pennies and clipping coupons, she and her best friend Melissa have enough cash to move home and open The Mudhouse Café. But where there is Mel, there is her sexy older brother Maxwell, who Jaymie has been crushing on since high school.
 
When Jaymie discovers Maxwell is Master M, the online Dom she’s been chatting with for months, her first thought is ‘yippee’. Then reality hits. She can’t risk her friendship with Mel just to date Maxwell. She should keep him in the friend-zone but she is destined to be in his bed and under his kinky control.
 
Maxwell’s divorce offers him a new beginning in his hometown and the freedom to explore what it means to be a Dom. He never guessed his online submissive, Jay, was his little sister’s best friend. She is almost like family and she should be off limits. But he’s done denying what he wants, and what he wants right now is Jaymie in his bed, preferably tied to each corner.
 
It may have taken them years to get to this point, but it was always bound to happen.
Stassi Sanderson knows what it’s like to be alone. Her father left when she was six-years-old; her mother did her best, but may as well have gone with him. Those hard times taught her a valuable lesson: people always disappoint.
 
For Stassi, the private parties are her safe haven. From loneliness. From expectations. A place where she can slip on a mask and be the woman she wants to be, instead of the part she plays. The tall, stunning blonde who isn’t afraid to relax and simply feel. Who pushes her erotic boundaries. The party’s anonymity allows her to explore her own brand of intimacy on her own terms…until she meets him.
 
Alec Taylor goes after what he wants. He wanted a successful restaurant, he made it happen. When he began running the private parties as a favor to a friend, he turned them into an intensely erotic environment where people could live out their fantasies free of judgement. And now? Now he wants Stassi. Needs her. Craves her with a force he hasn’t felt in a long, long time.
 
As much as Stassi would prefer he be nothing more than a party favor, Alec is determined to show her the kind of man he is. A man who will love her, protect her, and never, ever leave.
Lacey Wilson is a lot of things. She’s beautiful. Sweet. A little sassy. And about to be divorced. Now, on the verge of turning thirty, she’s on a mission to find herself, both emotionally and sexually. No attachments. No baggage. No problems. But when her best friend convinces her to attend a private party, where masked men and women go to have a little anonymous fun, she finds herself staring into the eyes of the most incredible man she’s ever seen, and caution gets thrown to the wind. After all, what’s just one night?
 
Cameron Jennings likes to keep things simple. He helps out at his father’s garage during the day, then goes home to a few beers and TV. No muss, no fuss. Until one night when he’s working as the doorman at a private party, and meets her… Once he slips the purple mask over Lacey’s eyes and gets a taste of what she has to offer, he’s done for.
 
With Lacey on a mission to rebuild her life, and Cameron completely infatuated, will she be able to convince him they could never have a real future after the way they met? Or will he prove her wrong?
Deacon has never been the jealous type. Sharing his sub was an integral part of their relationship, especially before they were married. It’s been a year since they’ve invited another to play with them, but then Deacon and Sherri meet Kai, the intriguing ex-Air Force Captain turned tattoo artist.
 
Kai didn’t care if people thought he was gay, but having his father – the Colonel – shame him publicly for it was more than Kai could take. He moved across the country to start an honest life. He didn’t expect that life would include a new relationship.
 
Kai isn’t sure where he fits into Deacon and Sherri’s relationship – they didn’t need a bisexual Dom with a chip on his shoulder… or did they?
 
Reader Advisory: Grab a glass of wine, sit back and relax. This story has two hot Doms and their pampered sub -tonight no one is going to bed unsatisfied. Graphic sexual language and scenes are to be expected. (BDSM, MMF and MM scenes)
Selena and Dakota Derringer have been trying to get pregnant for a year without much luck. When their latest test is once again negative, they accept an invitation from old friends for an adult weekend away instead of letting it get them down.
 
Selena’s old college roommate Trinity Marshall, and her husband Joey, are both thrill seekers. In and out of the bedroom. When the couple suggest more than just wine and talking, will the Derringers accept their friends’ special proposition? What will come of their actions if they do?
 
Sometimes in life you just need to throw caution to the wind.
Let go.
Be adventurous.
Have no reservations.

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