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Monday, April 23, 2018

NICKY, a #MCRomance, is now available! Check out the excerpt and #Giveaway! #Erotic #Bikers #BadBoy #MayDecember @AuthorLynnBurke

I AM SUPER STOKED TO SHARE MY LATEST RELEASE...NICKY, FALLEN GLIDERS 1, MY FIRST MC ROMANCE! 

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Nicky
Fallen Gliders #1

Art Work: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art

Keywords: MC, Erotic, Contemporary, May/December
*Be warned: Spanking, anal sex

Dominic “Nicky” Landon has been a Sargent at Arms for the Fallen Gliders for thirty years. When he finds out his only sister overdoses on drugs dealt by his brothers, he hands in his colors and severs ties to the club and vicious lifestyle forever.  

Mel Hughson owns the only bar in hicksville, no-mans-land, New Hampshire. She’s content with her single life, but the cold, spring night Nicky Landon’s Harley rolls into town ignites her desire. The fact he’s got at least twenty years on her doesn’t mean jack to Mel. He’s hot, he’s dangerous, and whether he knows it or not, he belongs to her.  

Can Mel tempt Nicky to ignore their age gap and surrender to her, or will the secrets from his perilous past rise up to destroy everything?

 Excerpt:


We knocked the liquor back, and our gazes met as we set the glasses on the bar. 


“How old are you?” Nicky asked, his attention snagging on my lips.

“Twenty-eight.”

He scrubbed a hand over the beard lining his jaw while looking away. “So damn young.”

“Not too young.” Gauntlet thrown, I waited for his attention to return to my face. Eyes full of lust, a leashed animal that ought to scare the shit out of me but didn’t.

“I’m no good.”

I cocked my head and slid my gaze down over him, not missing the hard length straining against his leathers. “Look pretty damn good to me.”
His low groan rushed need through me again, and I knew I’d leave a wet spot on the stool once I got up.

“You’re messing with fire, little girl.”

Heat flushed through me. “I enjoy flames now and then.” My breath caught at the hunger on his face, parting my lips.

“Fuck it.” He grasped my chin in his warm palm. “I’ll give you what you want, little girl, but don’t go crying to your mommy in the morning because a big bad wolf left his mark on you.”

Oh, God. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. Older men were so the shit.

He captured my lips, but without the brute force I’d expected. Hunger, yes, but the full softness of his lips pressed against mine, taking and tasting, his tongue probing, whiskers brushing my skin. I parted my lips and moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth, fucking every hidden corner, filling me with the taste of whiskey and pure male. My skin pebbled, pulse thrummed.

“Goddamn.” Nicky stood and yanked me off the stool. Virile, pure hardness and muscle beneath the leather hiding his skin from my grasping hands. His fingers fisted in my long hair, tangling and yanking my head to the side, the other grabbing my ass and hauling me against his huge cock.

He crouched down slightly and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around him as though having a mind of their own—even though I had been thinking about getting him between my legs all night long.

His beard brushed along my neck as he breathed me in and licked from my collarbone to my ear. “You smell like a fucking spring day. Innocent.”

“I’m h-hardly an innocent,” I gasped as he bit my earlobe and ground his cock against my sopping jeans.

“Thank God, because I want to be balls deep inside of you. Now.”

He thrust, and I moaned, my fingers grasping at his t-shirt.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered harshly in my ear.

“No way in hell.”

With a growl, he squeezed my ass to the point of pain. “I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long fucking time.”

“So take what you want.”

“Goddamn.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Right here?”

I slithered a hand between us to grasp the hardness inside his leathers. “Right now.”

“Fuck.” Like my five-foot-six frame and thirty extra pounds meant nothing, he spun me around. “Hands on the bar.”

I did as told, bending at the waist and putting my ass on display with a little wiggle.

“Don’t move,” he said while peeling off his leather jacket.

My legs trembled, and I turned my head to watch as he moved to the front door and flicked off the lights.

The streetlight half a block away barely cut through the storm, but the flash of lightning lit Nicky up as he stalked back toward me, shedding his t-shirt.

Broad shoulders … another flash filled my eyes with tanned skin stretched tight over massive pecs and abs a twenty-year-old guy would kill for.

I licked my lips, hoping for another flash of light, but Nicky palmed my waist and leaned over my back, his cock pressed against my ass, the heat of his skin searing me through my shirt.

My eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his fingers around my hair again and tilted my head back.

"Last chance, Mel.” His rumbling voice and hot breath against my ear brought a moan past my lips.

“Take me,” I managed to whisper and licked my dry lips. “Please.”




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About Lynn Burke:

Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.

Kissing Micky, a New #Erotic #Romance from Ellen Devlin and @RoanePublishing #Excerpt

 Happy book birthday to Ellen Devlin & Kissing Micky!


Kissing Micky 
Erotic Romance
by Ellen Devlin
Release Date: April 23, 2018
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Keywords: Erotic, Romance, Contemporary, Novel

He’s her fantasy pro hockey player; she’s his escape – but they’re both keeping secrets. 

KISSING MICKY has fun-loving Liz Williams being set up on a date with a man straight out of her fantasies – a gorgeous 6’4” glove-dropping defenseman who has just been traded to her favorite hockey team. He’s smart and funny, and so is she, and there are sparks. Their shared best friends want this to happen between them, and it is definitely happening. A lot. But they’re not telling anyone, and neither of them really knows why. He’s her fantasy; she’s his escape. But eventually they have to see if their relationship can survive the bright light of day. And it’s not looking good.

 
EXCERPT:

Liz woke in the morning to the wonderful sensation of being spooned. Tom was wrapped around her. He had apparently awoken during the night and taken off his jeans and socks, so she was surrounded by the heat coming from his warm skin.


When he realized she was awake, he rumbled, “Thank you,” into her ear. “That was wonderful.”


“You are very welcome.” She relaxed into his arms, and sighed. “I’m so glad you’re here.”


He had started nuzzling into her neck. The arm that had been wrapped around her waist had started to wander around some–his hand was currently on her hip. “I’m getting happier to be here every minute.”


He pressed closer to her, and she started breathing faster. Liz could feel him getting aroused, could feel him growing against her. He started gently biting her neck where it met her shoulder. He was getting harder. It excited her so much to feel him, knowing he was getting turned on by her. It was like a positive feedback loop. Feeling him getting a hard on was guaranteed to make her slick and ready. She pressed back and wriggled against him, and he chuckled, and pulled her t-shirt off.


Tom slid his hand inside her panties to check and see if she was really getting turned on by this, and found her hot and wet. He was now at full attention, and took off her underwear first, then his own. Liz moved her top leg up and back over his hip, and he slid into her easily. She gasped, and he growled softly, and began to move. Slowly. There was no urgency. Tom held her around her waist, breathing in her scent under her ear, kissing her there softly, placing small bites on her shoulder as he stroked in and out of her smoothly, slowly.


Liz exposed her neck so he could have access to as much of her as possible to kiss. She held his arms around her, and moved with him as much as she could, but mostly she just reveled in the feeling of his body sliding against hers, into hers.


He wanted this to last as long as possible. Tom kept the pace slow, and they moved together in a kind of timelessness. But eventually his soft kisses and bites changed to open mouthed breathing against her neck, and his slow strokes turned into thrusts. Tom held her tighter, driving into her faster and harder. Liz was gasping, and Tom was nearing the end. He pressed her over further so that she was more facing down on the bed and rode her, powerful and grinding, reaching under her to press and rub her clit while he shouted his orgasm and finished inside her. Liz jerked and cried out, and Tom felt her spasm around him. They both fell asleep again soon afterwards.

When they awoke, it was time for Tom to leave, so he could get to his place and then to the rink for practice.

“Thank you.” Tom kissed her for the first time since arriving the night before. He stopped, and then smiled, said, “Shit,” and kept kissing her for a few more minutes.

“I’m so glad you came over.” She held him tight.

“Me, too.” He breathed in her hair, kissed her on the top of her head, and left.
 
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
 

Ellen Devlin lives in the Northern Virginia area with her family, both human and furry. She is an avid hockey fan and lover of animals.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

HER HUSBAND'S ARMY BUDDY from Doris O'Connor is now avail! #MMF #BDSM #Excerpt




McLeod Security, 1

There should only ever be two people in a marriage...

Sandy McLeod has been perfectly happy in her D/s relationship with her husband Zane for the last ten years. Until his old army buddy re-enters their life.

Sean Manson is altogether too handsome, too virile, far too much of anything. The man oozes dominance, danger, and leashed aggression, and Sandy can’t help but respond to him. Neither can Zane. He walked away from Sean once. Now, he’s back, long suppressed feelings bubble to the surface and cannot be denied. When Sandy agrees to a threesome, happiness seems within their grasp. Sean’s demons, however, threaten to destroy everything they hold dear.

Sean never meant to come between husband and wife, let alone hurt either one of them. Surely, the only solution is to walk away from them both. When you’re the missing piece, however, walking is simply not an option.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, BDSM, m/m sex, sex toys, double penetration

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Excerpt: 

“We need to get her out of this dress, Sir.”
Hearing her husband address Sean like that gave her a secret thrill, the likes of which she wouldn’t have thought possible. To know that she was at the mercy of two Doms, one of which was an unknown entity made this whole thing extra exciting. Whether it was the perceived danger Sean represented, the not knowing how far he would take things, her befuddled brain couldn’t quite figure out. She stopped thinking altogether when Zane unzipped her dress at the back, followed by the snap on her bra and slid his hands around her ribcage to cup her freed breasts.
“Let her go a minute so we can lose these contraptions.” Zane’s grumbled command pitched her need even higher.
Sean stopped kissing her, the pressure on her wrists ceased, and in the next instant she was naked, barring her soaked through thong, hold-up stockings, and the heels she still wore.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Sean’s deep voice showed his admiration of her body as much as his perusal of her as he stepped back and let his hot gaze roam all over. “Spread her for me, so that I can look my fill of our sweet cunt.”
The dirty words turned her on almost as much as her husband’s immediate response.
“Your wish is my command, Sir.”
Zane kicked her legs apart and held her wrists firmly behind her back. Sean, in the meantime, shrugged out of his shirt, and kicked his shoes and trousers off with a speed that left her dizzy. As did the size of his erection straining against the damp confines of his boxers. To know she’d done that to him was a heady aphrodisiac indeed, as was her husband’s erection pushing against her ass.
Sean divested himself of his boxers, too, and she gasped when his thick shaft bobbed up to his navel. She’d been right. He was huge. While his girth wasn’t as thick as Zane’s he had a good half inch in length, and Zane wasn’t exactly small in that department.
Heavily veined, Sean’s magnificent cock looked ready to explode all over again, the broad tip already glistening in pre-cum.
She wanted to taste him so badly, yet Zane’s grip on her wrists stopped her from reaching out. As though Sean had read her thoughts, he groaned and, taking his shaft in his hand, pumped a few times along its length.
“Soon, you get to suck my cock, sweet girl, but for now, I need to taste you properly.” With that he got to his knees. As tall as he was that action brought his head level with her breasts, and he wasted no time in taking full advantage of that fact. Sean held each breast in his large hand, and grinning up at her pushed them together, before he took both nipples into his mouth and sucked hard.
Sandy tugged at Zane’s restraints, and her knees would have buckled had Zane not pushed his thigh between her legs to keep her upright. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave herself over to the intense sensations Sean’s talented tongue subjected her to. Her nipples had always been sensitive, a livewire straight to her clit, and with the dual sensation of Sean’s sucks and the gentle friction Zane’s leg created between her thighs, she climbed the rungs of arousal in record time. Her hips bucked against her husband’s leg as she sought to increase the friction she needed to go over.
A sharp bite to her shoulder coincided with Sean releasing his hold on her nipples with an audible pop.
“No coming without your Sirs’ permission, baby girl, or we’ll leave you hanging.”
Sure enough, Zane withdrew his thigh, while Sean grasped her hips to keep her steady. He kissed his way down her soft belly, interspersing kisses with little bites that left her hovering on the precipice. He bypassed her pussy and, flinging one of her legs over his shoulder, nibbled along the edge of her stocking.
“Hmm, as much as I love these, they need to come off. Look at me, pet.”
Sandy’s eyes flew open, and the sight of Sean between her legs made another gush of moisture trickle past the elastic of her thong. He licked that trail away, and she groaned.
“Please, I need to, please.”
Grinning, Sean blew a stream of hot air across her still covered slit, and her clit contracted in need.
“What do you need, sweet Sandy? Do you need to come?” He nudged his nose along her vulva, inhaling deeply, and Sandy jerked. Not that it got her very far because Zane’s hold on her wrists never lessened, and Sean’s fingers dug into her hips with so much pressure, she would surely be left with bruises. The thought of carrying his marks made breathing even more difficult, and she groaned her reply.
“Please, so close, I … God…”
She wasn’t entirely sure what pleas were spilling from her lips, and in truth she was far too gone to care. With Zane’s harsh breaths in her ear, and Sean’s dirty words she was a goner.
“So very eager. I can see your little clit push against this lace. You’re close, aren’t you, sweet thing? Such a turn-on. What do you think, Zane, should we let her come or torture her some more?”
Sean let go of her hips briefly to tear her thong clean off of her, and then he looked his fill.
“So very wet, and pink. Your hole is clenching, begging to be filled. What do you want in there, pet? My tongue? My fingers? My cock? Or Zane’s? Tell me, or I’ll leave you hanging and fuck your husband instead.”



 
About Doris

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, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed. 

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Monday, April 16, 2018

New from Alyson Young - IMPOSSIBLE #RotG #MF #Contemporary


Impossible
by Alyson Young
Publisher: Evernight


Both being extremely independent and familiar with rejection, Celeste Hill and Elliot Godwin have a short but intense time together, something very special.

She heads off to a coveted job, leaving him to puzzle out how he might pursue a connection he’d never dreamed of having. And, despite pursuing her dream, Celeste can’t stop thinking about Elliot and what might have been.

Returning home before he can follow her, she tells him they are pregnant. Impossible. Believing he’s sterile, the reason his wife left him, Elliot is devastated—and lashes out. Celeste flees his cruel words, putting distance between them, and now determined not to name him as the father of their child.

But miracles do happen and men can come to their senses. Elliot follows his heart and Celeste again opens hers for their happily ever after.


                    https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/impossible-26




Excerpt:


Knowing the majority of her response was hormone-fueled did nothing to mitigate the meltdown. How hard had she held herself against the news until now, sharing with no one but him? Forgoing the acceptance and excitement of her friends and family… Doing the right thing, notifying the father first. She sobbed and choked until she thought her throat would tear and her lungs collapse, her cheeks raw with the deluge. Her baby… She pressed a hand against her abdomen, whispering a heartfelt reassurance. Not about you, sweetheart. I love you.
It felt like hours but was, in reality, a few short minutes before she wrestled back her composure, albeit as a soggy wreck of exhaustion.
Impossible. She’d sorted out the reasoning—and ensuing rejection—behind his flat comment in short order. But it wasn’t impossible. He was capable regardless of what he believed. The tiny seed in her belly was living proof.
But it didn’t matter. He thought she’d come to him, pregnant with another man’s child, to cadge… She couldn’t bear to think of what he thought of her. His opinion didn’t matter either. Asshole.
Fumbling for a wad of tissues, she mopped up what remained of her makeup and took a shuddering breath, pushing any thought of Elliot Godwin from her head.
A tap on the window drew a muffled shriek as she started, turning to stare at his unwelcome bulk hunched over her little car, his handsome face only inches away. His silvery eyes were narrowed, cold and impenetrable, not at all like the turbulent wash of emotion when he’d been as deep inside her as any man could be in a woman. Planting their child.
As emotionally drained as she was, she couldn’t help the faint shiver of that arousing memory before dispatching it. Stupid hormones.
She eased the window down a notch. “What?”
His gaze took in her face and she knew what he saw. She never cried prettily, but then she rarely cried. Make that never. Tears were for the weak. He would know that.
“Are you all right?”
Like he cared. She was a slut, remember? Well, maybe not—Elliot didn’t judge, at least about consenting adults sexing things up. So, what then? What was a woman called who tried to stick a guy with a kid that wasn’t his? Something far worse in his eyes, for sure.
“I’m fine.” She whirred the window back up and threw the vehicle into gear.
With cautious regard to his proximity, she drove forward and then guided the car back onto the pavement, ignoring his tall form in the mirror.


Author Bio:

Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. she has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.

A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, along with her alter ego and three co-authors, she has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres--50 books in total.

Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn't always sweet, and she favours the darker side of romance.





Saturday, April 14, 2018

THE CRIMINAL'S CAPTIVE, Unpunished 1, by MacKenzie Williams #Erotic #Lawless


The Criminal's Captive
Unpunish 1

Levi Cardinal is a criminal for hire. But he doesn't do it for the money. He does it for the thrill. Kidnapping Tessa Richardson is supposed to be just another exciting job, but when he starts to fall for her, it changes his outlook on his life of crime.

When the job hits a snag, Levi has to step in to save Tessa from harm. He takes her home to watch her, but is that all he wants? Levi may be a criminal, but can Tessa trust him?
 
 
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Excerpt:

Levi spun her toward the bed and then released her with a small push. Tessa fell onto his bed, a deep breath rushing from her. He quickly pulled his belt free from his jeans. His stare was intense as he snapped his belt against itself. The sound was evil and intoxicating.
Tessa held her breath as he leaned down and spoke. "Get ready."
He grabbed her and effortlessly flipped her onto her stomach. Tessa started to crawl away from him, but he swiftly pulled her leg and her body back toward himself. Levi grabbed her wrists and soon was wrapping his leather belt around both of them.
"Trying to crawl away from me, pet? I thought you were a good girl."
Tessa could hear the playfulness in his tone. She pulled on her arms as he finished securing them with his belt. When he let go of her, she could feel that the belt wasn't too tight. If she tried hard enough, she could pull her hands free from it.
That fact made a small smile play on her lips as she heard Levi rid himself of the rest of his clothes. We're going to play bad guy and damsel. I can handle that. Her smile grew bigger before she forced it off her face.
Tessa used her legs to push herself up the bed, away from him. She yelped as his hand came down to spank her ass two quick times.
"Tessa, you can't get away from me. Haven't you learned that?"
He smacked her ass again, and she moaned loudly. She could feel her pussy wet further as she rubbed her face into the bed. Levi suddenly slid his hand between her legs, and she instantly closed them, squirming some more.
Tessa gasped. "Don't." She didn't mean it. She desperately wanted him to touch her … everywhere. She was playing the good victim, though.
"Don't? Sorry, you aren't making the rules here." His tone was serious, which only made her pussy wetter.
Levi pressed one hand down on her lower back, stilling her. His other hand moved under her and was soon touching her pussy. She lifted her body just slightly off the bed, trying not to be too obvious with her wanting his touches. Tessa held her breath as his fingers moved up her pussy lips to her clit. He pressed down on it, and the tingle got stronger still.
Tessa whined as he pressed harder on her clit before running his fingers through her pussy lips, parting them. She rubbed her face into the bed again as he slipped his finger into her pussy.
Tessa moaned. "Levi."
He slipped his finger in and out of her several times, getting faster and harder each time. "You like that, don't you?"
She only answered with a whimper and a shiver.